Who Is The Black Wolf In Twilight

I don't inform Hunter Nabb when I'm bitten by a rabid dog in the late stages of my pregnancy. Instead, I call the police. Why? Because he got into an accident when he hurried to me in my past life. It killed his junior. He was depressed for a day but quickly bounced back. He cared for me until I recovered. I thought the rumors of amorosity between him and his junior was just a figment of my imagination. However, the day I gave birth, he locked me in a cage, allowing a rabid dog to attack me and the baby. He looked down at me imperiously, his tone cold and ruthless. "You can trick everyone, but not me. Would a dog have bitten you if you hadn't provoked it? Do you know you killed Willow with your dirty tricks? She was pregnant with my child when she died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when the rabid dog bites me.

I knew from the exact moment I had my eyes on her. That what we're going to have isn't something simple, monotonous relationship often the common werewolves have till they die. Her physical condition was tiring her out, the abuse, the humiliation cutting her deep down, but still her eyes sparkled as she was hoping for something. Not only hoping, I was certain that she'd make it to reality, that's how determined her pheromones felt. The curvy reddish black hair hanging from her shoulder, sharp doe eyes highlighting her symmetrical face, the new blossoming figure, the subtle submission yet the aggressive domination surrounded with mystical aura, natural since she's an Alphaess. Luck wasn't with her at that time, but I predicted precisely that she'd come out of it, everything and everyone would be under her control. Hell, since that moment I wanted to be with her, I didn't care if it was love, or I was just a way of getting her revenge, or I was a tool. I promised myself that I'd do everything which works in favor, as her sweet yet powerful voice was ringing in my head making me slightly shiver, I never felt anything like that before. "May I help you with anything, Alpha Lorenzo?"

"I wouldn't be with a monster like you even if the world was ending and you were the last of the male specie!" That is what she said to him but life took a funny turn from there. Luka Vladimir is your typical Alpha, leading the most ruthless and largest pack ever known. He is 35 and still hasn't found his mate. He was getting restless in finding his luna but when he finally finds her, he wishes he hadn't! Venus Gracia is the exact opposite of anything a Luna should be known as. No, she isn't weak, unwanted and the trash of the town. She is haughty, conceited, and a full-blown feminist human! Born out of old money her only ambiance was to seize the reins of her father's company and she would stop at nothing in this misogynist world to prove her worth. Together they could ruin empires or could lead them to novel peaks but one thing was for sure, together they were explosive!

They slaughtered her pack and wore their bones like trophies. So she walked into their world planning to burn it down from the inside. Rissa Night is a supernatural weapon and the last survivor of a pack massacre, left with no witnesses. The Blackthorn Bikers are to blame. They are human hunters who kill wolves for profit and pleasure. To uncover who killed her people, Raisa joins the gang. But the Leader of Blackthorn, Jaxon Blackthorn, was not the monster she expected. With bonds breaking, the blood of her family calling for revenge, Raisa must make an impossible choice–Finish her mission and destroy Blackthrone ... ..or protect the man who was never meant to be.

Dylan's life changed when a transfer student named Brian joined his circle on campus. What was once a gray area for Dylan suddenly became clear. He realized he was becoming attracted to Brian. Love blossomed, and unexpectedly, the beautiful beginning unveiled many bitter truths along Dylan and Brian's journey of love.

"I know what you did. You seduced me and conspired with Elijah to force the bond. Get out. You're not welcome here anymore." Caleb, casting Josephine out of his life on the morning after their night together, in front of the entire pack, based on nothing but a lie he chose to believe. °°°°°°°°°° Josephine Blackwood came to Kisatchie Forest to scatter her father's ashes not to find her fated mate. Not to be rescued by Caleb Renard, the brooding, blue-eyed leader of the Moon Edge wolf pack. And certainly not to spend one unforgettable night in his arms before he tore her world apart at dawn, hurling accusations she never deserved and casting her out in front of everyone. Josephine left with a secret growing inside her and built a life strong enough for two. Five years. A son with his father's eyes. A shop full of real magic. A town she finally calls home. Then Caleb walks through her door. Older, harder, haunted by truths that have destroyed everything he thought he knew including the lie that made him push Josephine away. But before Josephine can decide whether to trust him again, their son is taken. And the only way to get Theo back is to fight the very pack that broke them both.

He rejected me in front of his entire pack. Alpha Cade Duras looked me in the eyes, felt the mate bond between us and called me nothing more than a political obligation, a burden, and a mistake. Good, because I didn’t come to his territory looking for love. I came with a mission, a vial of poison, a deadline and orders to kill the most powerful Alpha in the region. But the longer I stay inside his walls, the more the story I was given begins to fall apart. The ruthless monster I was sent to destroy is not the man I’m watching. And the brother I came here to avenge may not have died the way I was told. Now the mate bond between us is growing stronger, the lies around me are unraveling, and the one man I was supposed to kill might be the only one I can trust. The problem? He already rejected me once. And this time, if he does it again, it might destroy us both..​​​​​​​​​

They killed me. Betrayed me. Buried me like I was nothing. I was Sera Nightshade, Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, the most powerful werewolf territory in North America. For five years, I stood beside Damien Blackwood, my Alpha mate, believing in our bond, our love, our future. I gave him everything: my loyalty, my body, my soul. On the night of our official mating ceremony, with the full moon as our witness and the entire pack gathered to celebrate, he made his choice. Her. Vivian Cross, his childhood sweetheart, his secret mistress, the she-wolf he'd been hiding in the shadows for years. In front of everyone, he rejected our mate bond and claimed her instead. The pain of a broken mate bond should have killed me instantly, but I survived. Barely. That's when things got worse. They couldn't let me live. A rejected Luna who knew too many pack secrets, who had too much support, who might challenge his rule. So Damien and Vivian made sure I'd never speak again. They poisoned me, wrapped my body in silver chains, and threw me off Widow's Peak into the frozen river below. I felt every second of my death. The silver burning through my veins. The ice-cold water filling my lungs. The darkness swallowing me whole.

Born into a blended family, Chantelle grew up on the sidelines, raised with love by her grandmother after her mother's death. Shut out by her father Gérard, dominated by his new wife Rhonda, and relegated to the background behind her pretentious stepsister Mégane, she learned to survive in silence. When her grandmother is diagnosed with a terminal illness, Chantelle's world crumbles. With no family support and overwhelmed by medical bills, she accepts a desperate proposition: one hundred nights for one million euros, with a wealthy man whose identity she will never know. The rules are simple. A blindfold over her eyes, a stranger's touch, and silence. He never speaks. She never sees. He leaves her with anonymous bank transfers... and the haunting scent of his perfume as her only memory. Twelve nights pass. Then, forced by her father to attend a family dinner, Chantelle comes face to face with Mégane's fiancé: Collen Wilkerson—the cold, unapproachable CEO of the powerful corporation where she works as a simple employee. He is a man she knows only from a distance. Arrogant. Untouchable. But when he steps closer, a familiar scent wraps around her, and the world stops. It's his perfume. The same as the masked man. She has already spent twelve nights in his arms. And there are still eighty-eight to go.

Everyone is envious of me for having someone like Dominic Cruz, who's love-brained, as a husband-to-be. He's rich, handsome, and highly educated. I smile without saying anything, but I nod happily. However, on the day I'm misdiagnosed, he goes missing. He's so engrossed in his secret lover that he forgets all about me. So, I jilt him before he can do it to me. I turn him into the city's laughingstock. Later, I hear that he drinks the bar dry every night. He scours Marina City but fails to find his missing bride.