What Culture Does Not Eat Pork Novels & Stories

Amelie had no idea that a few days ago she would give her virginity to her adopted sister's boyfriend. That night Amelie was really drunk after a really crazy reunion party. Matilda is a very good adopted sister even though she tends to be introverted. Amelie feel very grateful because Matilda and her mother have accepted Amelie presence since childhood. She don't want to hurt them at all. "Alpha Rexton, please reject me. I don't deserve to be your Luna, she is your real Luna." The wolf in her screamed, roared and howled without me paying the slightest attention. Just let her feel sick as long as it's not her family who has helped and cared for Amelie. Will Alpha Rexton reject Amelie? What if Matilda finds out that her lover is mate with her sister and that she have even given him her virginity? Will their family be okay? Keep reading Alpha Rexton, I'm Not Your True Luna to find out the heart-touching story of Amelie's life and love story.

My breathing was still uneven when Robert’s phone lit up on the nightstand. One new message. "Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah. The words cut through me like ice water. Robert. My mate. The Alpha of the Ashborn Pack. The man everyone praises as the perfect future king. And me? I’m his Luna. Supposedly the rightful queen at his side. But no matter the circumstance, no matter the weight of his responsibilities, the first person he thinks of is never me. It’s always her. At the banquet, when the elders forced him to make a choice—me, his Luna, or her—the room fell into a suffocating silence. I still remember the way my heart begged him to look at me, just once, just long enough to see what he was about to destroy. But his answer came sharp, quick, without hesitation. "Sarah." One word. One name. And with it, he tore my entire world apart. That was the moment I understood: not every betrayal needs to be shouted or confessed. Sometimes, it’s as simple as the name a man chooses to speak. I loved him. I bled for him. But love means nothing if I’m nothing to him. So if destiny has already been written against me… then I’ll be the one to set it on fire.

Because I was born under the Moon’s blessing, my body ripened earlier than any she-wolf my age. On the night of my eighteenth turning, my brother—fearing I’d be force-claimed by brutes—entrusted me to his blood-oath brother: Silas, Alpha of the Northern Peak. The first time we met, his golden eyes locked on my bared neck and never left. His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon. For four years since, I’ve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate. Four years later, his confidante from the Central Territories returned. He tore from my heat-soaked sheets without a backward glance, racing to the moon-platform to greet her. I followed, stomach hollow, scent glands throbbing with his phantom claim. Only an hour before, his hand—scarred from my own teeth—had clamped over my mouth as he rutted me into the furs. Now, before the assembled Pack, he stroked another woman’s silver hair. “Amara, don’t show that jealous look. Have you forgotten—four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was moon-mad.” “This tantrum is unbecoming.” He was right. I had chosen this life myself. But when I finally chose to leave him, he was the first to break.

In the year I came of age, my father, the King, intended to confer upon me the title of Princess of the State. My mother suggested that good things come in pairs, and proposed that a prince consort be named on the same day as my coronation. The court selected four proper young nobles. I would decide my choice by drawing lots. In my previous timeline, without hesitation, I had chosen Henry Lapointe, the heir to the Duke’s mansion, whom I had long admired, as my prince consort. But after we were married, I learned that he had a beloved. She was a woman who was said to possess the beauty of a goddess. She slashed her face eighteen times and sold herself into servitude at the Princess’s residence just to stay by his side. For years after our marriage, his heart would twist in agony every time he saw that woman. He believed that I had used my power to force her to disfigure herself and become a lowly servant to prevent them from being together. To seek revenge, he secretly poisoned me with a slow-acting toxin and conspired with his beloved to betray the capital’s defense maps. This led to the Ubury empire’s territory being seized, and I was forced into prison. He ordered men to force-feed me the poison day and night, which compelled me to serve dozens of perverted old guards. They literally tortured me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the Prince Consort selection. Amidst the uproar in the court, I drew the lot for Justin Yale, the hostage prince with the weakest political base. But on the day the royal decree was issued, Henry broke down.

As soon as my husband sat at the dining table, he couldn't stop himself from talking. The humiliations of my school days had become his favorite entertainment, served up to his drinking buddies like appetizers. "Back then, she got her clothes torn off in the bathroom, beaten so badly she crawled on the ground like a dog, too terrified to make a sound. If it weren’t for my kindness—" That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I wanted a divorce. He laughed it off, utterly unbothered. "Seriously? It’s just a joke! That was ages ago. You’re way too uptight—it’s just for a laugh, right?" For a laugh? Was I the only one with a past? Did he think he was untouchable? Maybe I should tell a few embarrassing stories about his precious childhood sweetheart. Fine. If it’s all about “fun,” I hoped his sweetheart found it equally hilarious when her turn came.

He chose his Luna. He cast her out. He humiliated her in front of his entire pack. And still she could not stop loving him. But there's a difference between loving someone and belonging to them. Liya knew that difference better than anyone. The question is does he? Liya Gommers was human in a wolf's world; captured, protected, and foolish enough to believe that the Alpha's softness towards her meant something. It didn't. On the day he stood at the mating point with his fated Luna on his arm and declared her his before the entire pack, Liya learned the most painful truth of her life, she was never his. She was never even close. But while Liya was busy surviving a broken heart, nobody was watching the other Luna. Nobody except her. Helenda didn't come to the Thrasher's pack to love their Alpha. She came to destroy everything he built and she was willing to burn every wolf in the pack to the ground to do it. Liya has the proof. The Alpha won't listen. And time is running out.

Does being an Omega make one a lesser wolf? I don't think so but things are different for Adeline Careen Maxwell who is an Omega at the West Ring Pack. Here, she's barely surviving since her parents died in a fire accident over a year ago. Even before their death, their life wasn't any better. At the moment, she's working day and night at the Pack house as a maid and she gets a lot of ill treatment from the alpha's son, Jaxon Waylon who always manhandles her especially when they cross paths. He hates her with all that he has. Will things get better for Adeline when she hits eighteen and ready to meet her mate?

At the pack gathering, I ran into the ex-mate who had betrayed me. His Beta sneered at me with open contempt. "Well, well. Isn't this the rogue who got banished for breaking pack law? This isn't a place for just anyone to wander into." "Alpha already has a Luna. What are you doing here, shameless as ever?" With that, he called for guards to throw me out. I cut him off, my voice cold. "I'm here to pick up my mate." My ex-mate stared at me, his gaze thick with disgust—like I was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe that he couldn't scrape off. "Alice, I already dissolved our mate bond. I have Tina now." I tilted my head, genuinely confused. What made him think I'd come crawling back for a mate who'd betrayed me?

Dalia Reyes came to the city chasing dreams—not trouble. But being undocumented means she’s always one step away from losing everything she’s worked for. Cleaning condos for people who don’t even know her name, she’s learned to survive quietly, invisibly… until one bad day throws her right into the path of Lucas Daniels the cold, arrogant, impossibly handsome billionaire heir who seems to have it all, except what he wants most: his father’s approval. When Lucas powerful father demands he “settle down” or lose his inheritance, Dalia becomes the most unlikely solution to his very expensive problem. The deal is simple: a fake marriage. Six months. No strings attached. But nothing about their arrangement stays simple for long. Because somewhere between the lies, the late-night arguments, and the moments they forget it’s all pretend—Dalia starts to feel something dangerously real. And when secrets from both their worlds collide, they’ll have to decide what’s worth saving: the truth, their freedom… or each other.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband cancels a 100-million-dollar business deal to take me on vacation. While we're together, breathless and intimate, I'm about to tell him the news that our IVF finally succeeded when he answers his phone. His Valerian flows, smooth and effortless. "Of course I'm coming to tomorrow's prenatal checkup. That's our baby." "But won't your barren wife get jealous?" The woman on the other end speaks with a sultry lilt. Ethan Shaw traces his tongue along my neck as he responds, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." My mind went blank, like lightning striking too close. I stuff the pregnancy report back into my pocket without thinking. "Honey, who's that?" Ethan pulls me close by the waist. "Just a business partner in Valeria. Time difference, that's why they're calling now..." I can't process the rest of his words. Ethan doesn't know I understand Valerian. Since he's clearly not excited about our child, I'll make sure this baby grows up without him as a father.