Wrath Of My Madness Novels & Stories

Don’t you dare take off the mask,” my stepmother warned. I won’t. Not when the man I’ve always loved believes I’m someone else. And I’m carrying his child. Elena Downs, the illegitimate Omega daughter of the Beta, has always been branded a bad omen. She was never meant to step foot in the Alpha’s mansion, let alone marry him. But when her stepsister—Alpha Xavier’s betrothe, vanishes on their wedding night, Elena is forced to take her place... behind a mask. Xavier loves Elena. He just doesn’t know it’s her. Her scent, masked by her sister’s, pushes him away even as their bond pulls him closer. With every lie, every forbidden touch, and every heartbeat, Elena’s secret grows, along with the life inside her. But when betrayal explodes into heartbreak and rejection, Elena disappears... Only to wake up in the arms of Alpha Logan, a rival leader with soft eyes, gentle hands, and no questions. But her past isn't done with her yet. Torn between two Alphas, hunted by secrets, and a love she never stopped feeling… Elena must decide: Will she return to the one that shattered her heart ?. Or choose the one who helped her heal?.

"You'll be my wife on paper only. You'll have everything—except my heart. You'll never be Marina." For five years, Lily lived as David's secret wife—his poised secretary by day, his invisible stand-in by night. Every cold touch reminded her she was just a replacement. Every whispered “Marina” cut deeper than the last. Then his ex returned. And without hesitation, David cast Lily aside like she meant nothing. So she did what she should have done years ago. She signed the divorce papers. She walked away. But now, David couldn't escape her absence. Her silence burned him in ways Marina never could. And suddenly, the man who swore he'd never love her was determined to get her back. By any means necessary. Even if it meant breaking her all over again. She paid the price for loving him once. Now, he'd pay for losing her forever.

In a city where shadows and secrets intertwine, Raven returns six years after a brutal attack by alpha werewolves shattered her life. Now a skilled detective by day and a relentless hunter by night, she seeks vengeance against those who wronged her. Her path takes an unexpected turn when she encounters Oliver, a charismatic billionaire who is also the heir to the werewolf pack that tormented her. Their undeniable connection complicates her mission as she grapples with the truth that Oliver is the son of her chief abuser. As Raven navigates the dangerous world of supernatural politics, she uncovers a horrifying conspiracy involving missing girls and power struggles within the werewolf community. Torn between her burgeoning feelings for Oliver and her quest for revenge, Raven must make a choice: follow her heart or fulfill her vow for justice. Set against the backdrop of a sprawling metropolis where the supernatural lurks beneath the surface, My Mate's Father is My Abuser, is a tale of love, vengeance, and self-discovery. Will Raven find the strength to let go of her past, or will her thirst for retribution consume her and everyone she holds dear?

"How does it feel? Knowing deep down that the person you hate, is your mate?" I glared at him - perhaps willing daggers to shoot out of my eyes and kill him but alas! Magic wasn't one of a werewolf's abilities. "Whatever," I muttered turning away, "you can take the mate shit and shove it up your ass - because I don't care." "You might not care, sweetheart, but you are bonded to me. You belong to me...and I promise you, there's no way on earth I will ever let you go. Better start getting used to the idea." ******* Nina Her perfect little life came crashing down, when she caught her childhood friend, her mate, in bed with another man. Heartbreak led her into a hot one night stand - with a rival. When Nina finds out that the one who she had grown to despise because of what they did to her mum, was her mate she tries as much as possible to fight and break away the bond - but this efforts would prove futile when Elias refuses to let go. However, things start turning around when hidden truths behind her mother's death starts being revealed to her, and she has to join hands with the one she hates.

One message changed everything: "The Alpha is coming for you." Elara Vance spent her life sacrificed for her family, nursing her dying mother in the shadows of a pack that forgot them. When she’s sold to the lethal Alpha Silas Vane to pay a debt, she expects a life of servitude. She doesn't expect the soul-searing heat of the Mate Bond the moment they meet. But fates have a cruel sense of humor. A devastating mistake in the marriage contract is revealed. Elara isn't the Alpha's bride. Her sister is. And Elara’s been promised to the Alpha’s sadistic younger brother. Bound by blood, separated by law, and hunted by a bond that refuses to be ignored, Elara must decide either to follow the rules of the pack or burn it all down to claim the man who was always meant to be hers?

Charisse thinks she has the most perfect boyfriend. But the possessive Beta has been isolating her from the world, controlling every aspect of her life, down to the shoes she wears, using love as an excuse. When Charisse discovers that he's marrying another, she accepts the help of Alpha Dorian Vellum, CEO of the most powerful Crimson Crest Empire, and build a new life to have her revenge. But is Dorian another possessive man or is he simply obsessed with her? Will she marry the mysterious and manipulative Alpha or forgive her possessive ex’s betrayal and start afresh?

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

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.