Who Is Gemini's Enemy

I died once. My pack slaughtered. My blood spilled beneath the claws of the Alpha who destroyed everything I loved. But death didn’t keep me. The Moon Goddess pulled me back reborn with only one purpose. Vengeance. Now I walk into the heart of Bloodveil Pack, hiding my true identity. He doesn’t recognize me. Not the girl he crushed beneath his rule. Not the omega who swore she’d see him burn. But fate is cruel. The bond ties me to him Cain Blackthorn, the ruthless Alpha, my sworn enemy… and my mate. Every step I take brings me closer to revenge… and deeper into his darkness. Behind his cold strength lies a curse tearing him apart, and only I can soothe it. To save myself, I must destroy him. To save him, I must betray myself. In a world of blood, lies, and the Moon Goddess’s wrath, love is the most dangerous trap of all.

“Eloise Anthony, I Ainsley Williams the Alpha of the Litha Night Walker pack, reject you as my mate. From this moment onward I sever the moon goddess fate and bond between us. You are hereby denied the opportunity of being my mate.” He paused and looked at her “A murderer like you deserve nothing but death” She looked at him the bitterness in her throat growing every second. “I, Eloise Anthony, the daughter of Golden Moon Pack Alpha refused your rejection Alpha Ainsley Williams”

SLAP "You think I’ll let Cassian take the fall ?" "He’s my son. You? You’re just a face I regret making"!!. Lucien was born with a secret. One even he didn’t understand. One his father always knew — and hated him for. While his twin, Cassian, lived a life of freedom, Lucien lived locked behind doors, punished for simply existing. He wasn’t allowed outside. He wasn’t allowed to live. He was hidden. Forgotten. Broken. Until one party changed everything. A mafia princess was hurt. Cassian was to blame. But their father made sure Lucien paid the price. That night, Lucien was handed over to Zayn Kingsley — A billionaire mafia heir. One of the Eight who rule the city from the shadows. He has two wives. A daughter. And a dying father whispering: “Give me a son. A true heir. Or lose everything.” Zayn doesn’t believe in weakness. He doesn’t believe in love. And he definitely doesn’t believe in men like Lucien. Zayn is cold. Ruthless. Homophobic. But what Zayn doesn’t know… Is that Lucien carries more than pain. He carries a secret that defies biology, logic, and everything Zayn thought he knew: 🩸 Lucien can bear an heir. And what started as punishment becomes obsession. What started as hate begins to burn into something forbidden… and terrifying. ---

"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be. “No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold. “You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.” I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself. My body pressed into his, desperate for more. But he suddenly pulled both his lips and hand back, “Say the word and I’ll stop.” I stared at him. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My lips were swollen. My thighs, God, I was throbbing. I want, I need. He pressed a knee between my legs and my and I mewed. Yes, me. I mewed like some needy, pathetic bitch in heat. For him. "That’s what I thought," he growled, and the next second he pinned both my wrists above my head and kissed me like he was trying to ruin me all over again. **** Liora once has a powerful name, a future paved in gold, until Tristan Cole walked in and tore everything apart. Now, years later, Liora is forced into a marriage contract with the very man who destroyed her life, all to save her dying brother. But Tristan wants something more dangerous. Her heart. Her body, all of her. Will love be her ultimate undoing? Or will she crawl out of wreckage and gain control?

He came for blood. He stayed for the enigmatic boy on stage. Lucian Moreau is the cold, calculated heir to Europe’s deadliest crime empire. Sent to Barcelona to smoke out traitors, he never expected him—Jace, the hypnotic stripper with bruised eyes, a knife-sharp mouth, and a body made to tempt devils.

Hermione Averoff, at twenty-nine, has given up her dream of finding her fated mate. She focuses instead on training in warfare with her twin, Alpha Zephyrus. They have only one mission. To conquer their motherland, Lucania and overpower the enemy, the Whiteridge Pack. After twenty years, they successfully reclaim their Luceres Pack and land, but Hermione, popularly called Hera, isn’t happy. Seeing her twin, Zephyrus, find his mate, Hera’s heart shatters but only momentarily. Soon she is captured by a feral wolf, Felixe Andreadis, the Gamma of the Whiteridge Pack. What can be worse than finding out that her ruthless captor is her fated mate? Felixe Andreadis has everything: power, wealth, a successful business, but no family. His only mission in life is to kill Alpha Zephyrus, to avenge the death of his family. Unable to do so, he captures Hermoine instead and holds her captive. Can he take his revenge on her when the forbidden attraction between them is fiery and undeniable? Can Felixe’s feral aura deny the mate-bond between them? Will he still punish Hera in the worst way possible?

He ruined her past. Fate made him her future. Ayla Rowan ran from the Bloodhowl Pack—and from Cade Thorne, the cruel Alpha-in-training who made her feel like nothing. Years later, she’s built a new life, far from the pack, far from pain… and secretly engaged to a human man who knows nothing of her werewolf blood. But fate doesn’t care about plans. When Ayla is forced to return home, the mate bond snaps into place. Cade—the boy who once shattered her—is now her fated mate. And he wants everything he once rejected. Her forgiveness. Her trust. Her heart. But Ayla already promised herself to someone else. Now, the Alpha who hated her is back—with power, passion, and a vengeance. And he’s ready to fight fate, the pack, and her entire world to make her his. Love was never part of the plan. But neither was destiny.

The story starts when Queshia found out about her husband, Maverick's, affair with a lady named, Claire, who he met before he got deployed to an exotic island located at the east, which resulted to a child to get dismay. She then struggles fixing their relationship and trying to trust him again for the sake of their marriage, all while she hides the tryst with the other woman from both hers and Maverick’s families, where she also struggles conceiving a baby due to having PCOS. She then recalls where they both started, and all the red flags she should have noticed before marrying Maverick.

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.