Who Turned Scott Into A Werewolf

I’m about to enter a blood bond with another vampire lord. But my partner of a century, Kaelan, has no idea. He’s too busy getting cozy with his new human assistant, Sylvia. They spend entire nights in his office, under the guise of “researching synthetic blood.” He even turned our centennial anniversary into her birthday party. In front of everyone, Kaelan presented her with a Black Forest cake decorated with Silver Bells. They laughed, smearing frosting on each other. They forgot the flowers are a deadly poison to me. My power shattered. Agony ripped through me as shadows lashed out, uncontrollable. My family’s guards had to drag my convulsing body away. And while I recovered alone in the cold, dark vault, Kaelan was still at the party, bathing in the cheers for him and Sylvia. The blood in my veins turned to ice. A century of love and hope burned to ash. In that moment, I agreed to my family's arrangement. Without hesitation. A union with the lord of the Obsidian Throne—a vampire they say is power incarnate.

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

One dare. One kiss. One ruthless Alpha who won't let me go. I thought it was just a game. Kiss the scariest guy in the club for five hundred dollars. Easy money I desperately needed for tuition. What could go wrong? Everything. The man I kissed wasn't just dangerous—he was Tyler Raxon Raven. The Alpha of the Raytheon Pack. A billionaire warmonger known for tearing throats first and asking questions never. The kind of predator even other Alphas fear. I expected to be thrown out. Maybe slapped. I didn't expect him to kiss me back. And I definitely didn't expect the entire club to go deathly silent when I pulled away. My mistake wasn't the kiss. It was who I kissed. Now, the doors are locked. The music is off. And the most dangerous man in the city is staring at me with hunger in his eyes, claiming his wolf has chosen me as his mate. But Tyler doesn't do romance. He does deals. When my aunt collapses and the hospital demands fifty thousand dollars I don't have, Tyler makes me an offer I can't refuse: He'll pay for everything. He'll give me wealth beyond my wildest dreams. All I have to do is marry him. Wear his mark. Warm his bed. And give him an heir. I'm a nobody—a broke scholarship student, an Omega in a world of Alphas. He's a ruthless billionaire with enemies circling and a reputation for violence that terrifies the Council itself. I should run. I should fight. I should do anything except agree. But my aunt is dying. And Tyler holds all the cards. He took something from me without asking. Now he's taking everything else. Welcome to The Eyrie. Where Alphas make the rules, mates have no choice, and one dare changes everything.

Anne, eight years old, is caught in a hunter's trap in a dangerous jungle after an unexpected incident. Anne also met a strange mute boy at this time. He saves Anne from the pit after she assists him in stopping the bleeding and healing the wound. The two children spent the days that followed living together in a cave deep in the forest. But Anne missed home, her parents and sister, so she left. Ten years later, the two re-confront each other under new identities. He appeared and reached out to save Anne at her lowest point. When love blossomed, Anne realized the boy that year had become the werewolf king. But someone said he wanted to attack humans, so he took advantage of Anne, whom he didn't love. Anne believes, so she chooses to side with her fellow man and abandon him again. This time, he was seriously injured and nearly died. Anne is deeply sorry. Will everything, however, be completed on time?

Fernando is the scion of the Quinn family, one of the wealthiest families in the capital. He should be living in the prime of his life, surrounded by honor and luxury. But three years ago, he was expelled from the Quinn family-the tendons in his hands and feet were mercilessly cut off. Michael, Joyce's father, took pity on him and helped him, even getting his daughter married to Fernando. From then on, all members of the Nagel family regarded Fernando as a failed man, someone unworthy of standing by Joyce's side. They kept trying to convince her to divorce him. However, little did they know... the man they despised was actually one of the richest men in the country. What will happen when the truth is finally revealed?

BLURB Niloko ng childhood sweetheart slash fiancé at ng matagal na bestfriend, iyon ang mapait na sinapit ni Persephone. Pero imbes na umiyak at magmukmok, sa mismong gabi ng engagement nila kung saan iniwan siya ng fiancé, nagdesisyon siyang gumanti sa paraang hindi inaasahan. Kumuha siya ng gigolo para gawing pansamantalang lover. At first, satisfied naman siya sa boytoy niya. Pero nang bumalik ang fiancé niyang si Narcissus, napilitan siyang hiwalayan ang lalaki at bigyan ito ng malaking halaga kapalit ng tuluyang pagkawala. Balak ni Persephone na gamitin ang pagbabalik sa fiancé hindi para magpakasal, kundi para pahirapan ang buhay ni Narcissus at ng ex-bestfriend niyang si Daniela. Matapos maisakatuparan ang paghihiganti, handa na sana si Persephone na mamuhay nang tahimik. Pero sa isang well-known business party, bigla siyang hinarang ng isang pamilyar na lalaki. Nakasuot ito ng mamahaling suit, malamig ang titig, at puno ng authority ang presensya. Ang gigolo na binayaran niya noon. “You can't recognize me, Ma'am Persephone?” malamig na tanong nito. “W-Why are you here?” kabadong sagot ni Persephone. Ngumiti lang ang lalaki. “Of course, to claim the little seductress who ran away from me.” Ngayon lang ni Persephone napagtanto... ang akala niyang boytoy ay isang misteryosong zillionaire na may mas malaking plano para sa kanya.

As I was about to leave The Crimson Curtain, my brother Corvus's elite vampire club, a woman who claimed to be the manager stopped me. "Ma'am, you just helped yourself to a priceless vial of Elder's Blood. You have to pay." I looked at the unfamiliar face, sensing the weak blood of a lesser vampire. She must be a fledgling, I thought, new to the club and unaware of who I was. "Your boss approved it," I said flatly. "Take it up with him." But the woman just sneered at me. "Plenty of women try to get close to our boss. If every one of you took what you wanted, how would we stay in business?" She shoved a copy of the club rules at me. Anyone who takes Elder's Blood without permission pays with three times the amount in heart's blood. Or they don't leave. Vampire guards started to close in, some even drawing silver blades, ready to take me down. I laughed, a cold, sharp sound. I couldn't believe Corvus's club had such an insane rule. "I am the Lord of House Volkov. Corvus's own sister. If he needs compensation, he can come to me himself." But her mockery only sharpened. "You look like some low-born stray. Claiming ties to a noble house? Pathetic. Hand over the heart's blood. Now." My patience snapped. I sent a message to the family elders through our bloodline. "Tell Corvus to either make this woman disappear forever, or I'm taking back ownership of this club. All of it."

I was seven moons pregnant when I dozed off after the Moon Blessing ceremony. I woke to a flat belly. My pup was gone. My mate smiled gently, saying I’d never been carrying. The Seers said I was there for a routine cleansing. Even my mother pleaded with me, blaming my desperation for a child for causing vivid hallucinations. But the kicks had been real. I’d seen the tiny, curled form in the scrying basin myself. Everyone united behind the same lie, until the moment I fell from a rooftop and died. I opened my eyes, back at the day of the Blessing. This time, I will not sleep. I will document everything: pictures, recordings, witnesses. I will find out who stole my pup.

On the night Uriah Parker married another woman, Irina Charlton trashed the home they had shared for eight years.

I watched Ryan die. So how is Ben wearing his face? Six years ago, I watched my best friend--and secret crush--splatter all over the pavement. He died. I saw him. Yet, in the back of my mind, I've never stopped looking for him. Seeing him in crowds, in the classroom, in my dreams--and my nightmares. It's cost me everything--my identity, my sanity, and maybe my life. So when I walk into class to see a man who looks exactly like Ryan standing before me, I freak out again. My therapist tells me to stay away from Ben. He's no good for me. I'll end up back in a padded room. But I have to know the truth. Is Ben really Ryan? That's not possible. But Ben has scars--real ones and metaphorical ones. If Ben is Ryan, why doesn't he just tell me? Is he trying to drive me crazy? Or worse--is he trying to kill me? The Boy Who Died is the first romantic suspense novel from bestselling romantacy author Bella Moondragon writing as B. Moon. If you love romantic suspense, are a fan of Colleen Hoover, Gillian Flynn, Christopher Greyson, or Paula Hawkins, you won't want to miss this page-turner!