Wave The Gifted

On Valentine's Day, my husband Ethan Scott’s assistant, Taylor Winston, gifted me 360 used condoms. She leaned close to my ear and whispered that this was Ethan’s favorite brand. Then, in front of everyone, she teased, "Valentine's Day calls for some explosive fun. I hope you don't mind, Claire." Disgust churned in my stomach, and I couldn’t hold back—I vomited on the spot. Embarrassed that I had humiliated him, Ethan snapped, "It was just a joke. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Three months pregnant, I was so enraged that a patch of red stained my pants. I begged him to take me to the hospital. But Taylor chimed in, "It's just her physiological reaction." Furious, Ethan heartlessly locked me in the car. He spent three carefree days with Taylor before finally remembering me. But when he saw me again, the usually composed CEO of Scott Enterprise completely lost his mind.

"I'm so sorry, Dian. But this is wrong. You're too young. Too weak for someone in my position. The pack needs a strong Luna someday. Dian Drake was rejected by her mate and exiled from Shadowcrest Pack, but what awakened after was a power unknown to her. She reads every emotion and feelings, A mind reader. Can control multitude with her powers. It's a rare gift that should have stayed hidden, because now Draven wants her. The deadly rogue leader who hunts gifted wolves, building an army of the powerful and enslaved, and Dian's abilities make her his perfect weapon. Sheltered by Frostgale Pack, Dian trains under healer Thea while uncovering a deadly conspiracy. Luna Seraphine was murdered for discovering a hidden truth. Dian must master to use her powers to save Shadowcrest. The mate bond might tie her to Kael, she finds love in Frostgale during exile .Will she go back to the traitor or bond with Rowan?

“Say it,” Matteo murmured. “Say what?” “That you hate me.” Ezra swallowed. “I don’t know how.” — Matteo Antonov built an empire on grief. The last word his dying father spoke became the target of his fury. Years later, that name belongs to Ezra Roman, a gifted athlete whose future is bright until Matteo buys his team and dismantles his life piece by piece. Ezra doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this. All he knows is that the man ruining him watches with an intensity that feels like hunger. Forced into Matteo’s world, Ezra learns that cruelty and protection can wear the same face. Their battles turn intimate, their silences thrum with something neither of them will name. As secrets unravel, Matteo uncovers a truth that shatters his vengeance, Ezra was never guilty. The real enemy has been hiding in his own bloodline. By the time Matteo is ready to choose love over revenge, the price may be Ezra’s freedom… or his life.

It is against the law in the Gold River Pack to have a physical relationship outside of the mating bond. The morning after the Alpha Beta Ball, Hyacinth finds her life turned upside down when she wakes up in a stranger's bed. Forced from her pack she becomes a rogue. Little does she know, her ill-fated one-night-stand would lead to her being forever linked to the new young alpha--who is engaged to her step-sister Ashlynd. When a roadside rescue finds her returning to her pack after 6 years, she comes face to face the pack's new Luna, her sister Ash, and sees an opportunity to find out what really happened to her the night of the Alpha Beta Ball. With the help of her very special son, who has been gifted with powers beyond explanation, she looks for answers and justice. Who set her up that night? Why does her child have "superpowers'? And what is really happening in the small pack of Gold River?

In her previous life, Zoey was killed before realizing that she had misidentified the man who saved her life back then. After being reborn, she kicked away the scumbag man and vowed to take back all the honors she once gifted to her enemies. The most important thing, firmly hold onto the scumbag's uncle's disabled thighs. Some people say: That Zoey, has nothing but borrowing Russell's influence. Financial tycoons, medical godfathers, beautiful movie queens, and tech gurus have all come forward: "Sorry, our zoey never rely on men." The whole network is in an uproar! Everyone is guessing what their relationship was. The next day the video came out, a certain disabled guy not only stood up, but also blocked the little petite wife in the corner, "Zoey, you are mine!" The scumbag man is on his knees again, begging me to come back to him. All I want to say is 'Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right.‘

"I don't want a weak, pathetic orphan as my mate. I, Killian Blackwood, reject you." Sara Miller was nothing more than an Omega rat to the Crescent Moon Pack. An orphan raised on scraps and bullied by the future Alpha, she thought her eighteenth birthday would finally bring her freedom. Instead, it brought a fated mate bond with her tormentor, a hot night of passion, a public rejection and few weeks later, a pregnancy. Left for dead after a brutal rogue attack, Sara did the only thing she could—she disappeared with a vow to revenge. Six years later, the Omega rat is gone. In her place stands the CEO of the world's most elite security firm and now she has become a woman who is cold, lethal, and powerful. Sara has a new name, a new face, and two secret reasons to keep the past buried: her twin children, both carrying the unmistakable mark of an Alpha. But when a fresh wave of rogue violence threatens to destroy the Crescent Moon Pack, Alpha Killian Blackwood is forced to beg for the help of the mysterious "Ms. Miller." He doesn't recognize the woman he once threw away, but the wolf inside him knows the scent of his mate. As the danger closes in and the heat between them reignites, Sara must play a deadly game. Can she save the pack that once destroyed her without losing her children to the man who never wanted them?

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

I was the real daughter—unloved, unwanted, and cast aside. The design draft I poured my heart into was stolen by my second brother and gifted to the fake daughter. Then he accused me of being a plagiarist. My father, the richest man in the city, had me blacklisted from the entire industry. The fake daughter pretended to apologize, then pushed me off a cliff. When I woke up, nearly all my bones had been shattered. I called my fiancé, the captain of the rescue team, but he was cradling the fake daughter's sprained ankle. He scoffed, "Oh, you had an accident too? Want me to save you? Why don't you just die already?" My body grew colder under the crushing pain. My eldest brother, the forensic pathologist, cut open my rotting corpse while grumbling that he was late for the fake daughter's birthday. Yet when they finally saw me again, they all cried, begging for my forgiveness.

She was meant to inherit an empire. Instead, she became a prisoner in her own home. Grace Wellington, a gifted piano prodigy and heiress to the Wellington fortune, has been missing from the public eye for nearly a decade. People say she’s living abroad in peace. But the truth was that she’s been locked away, hidden by her own stepfamily, slowly fading into silence as the world forgets her face. Her inheritance depends on one rule: marry by 26 and get 50% of her father’s estate. Have a child, and she gets 85%. But as her birthday nears, her stepmother and stepbrother conspire to steal her identity and fortune, using a beautiful stranger to play her role. But Grace isn’t the fragile girl they once controlled, not anymore. Now, she’s ready to reclaim her name, her life, and her voice. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous everything becomes, especially when the man she loves is being seduced by an impostor.

"Thirty million" I heard a male voice echo round the walls of the hall which silenced everyone. Who would bid that high just to buy me? "Thirty million dollars" the male voice spoke up once again, a young man striding confidently forward like he owned the very building with his bidding card raised up. He was eighty percent taller than everyone in attendance. I sucked in breath at his refined but cold appearance. His tuxedo hugged his body and showed of his impeccable muscles. His dark long hair was slick and let to fall, not a single strand out of place. He had the profile of a greek God but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. "Get her ready and bring her to me" he pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now. **** When a ruthless mafia lord bids for an innocent girl, can her innocense survive in the abyss of his darkness?