Born without a wolf. Erased from existence. Locked in a tower. Forgotten by the world. Rejected by her fated mate. Verity Valcaryn has known nothing but silence and shadows. Hidden in a tower her entire life, she was cast aside by her royal family for being wolf-less — an embarrassment, a secret twin no one was meant to know. On her 18th birthday, she escapes and is mistaken for her sister, Felicity and marked by a prince she doesn’t know. But when her identity is revealed, her own blood condemns her as a witch. She is thrown into the cursed Darklands to die. Only, she doesn’t die. Three years later, she returns. Now, she is The Silent Luna — Queen of Rogues, bearer of cursed magic, and chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, reborn with a wolf of darkness, forbidden magic, and a hunger for vengeance. But love wasn’t part of her plan. Fate throws her into the hands of Cassian, King of Lunaris, a man grieving a lost mate — who may just be her second chance As kingdoms crumble and betrayal runs deep, Verity must decide… Will she save the realm that destroyed her? Or burn it to the ground?
【My Stepsister's Betrayal is back with brand-new updates and unexpected twists!】 Sloane Hartwell is the niece of Roman and Samara Hartwell. She is descended from a long line of pure Alphas who shift into the rare white wolf. At the tender age of eight, Sloane found out that her mother and the man she thought was her father were responsible for the death of her mother’s parents and brother, the Alpha heir. She also discovered that her mother murdered her birth father, thinking that he was not an Alpha. When her Aunt Samara returned, her mother and mate were both killed for their betrayal. Sloane worked hard to be worthy of becoming a white wolf and on her tenth birthday, when she got her wolf, she anxiously raced to see if she’d done enough, only to be disappointed that her wolf was a normal wolf. Benedict Winslow, V is an Alpha heir in a very long line of Alphas. His family is well known in the werewolf community, his bloodline going back so far that he’s practically werewolf royalty. Benedict has been watching Sloane for years, seeing how hard she works, how strong she is, and how she doesn’t take crap from anyone. He appreciates her toughness and her love of family. When he invites Sloane to his eighteenth birthday party, his family is less than pleased. Unwilling to offend her powerful family, they allow her to stay, only to find out that Benedict feels the pull to her as a mate. However, Sloane doesn’t feel worthy of having any mate, much less someone like Benedict. When she pushes him away, he refuses to let her go. Can Benedict convince Sloane that he truly wants her as his mate? Can Sloane let go of the pain of her past and allow herself to find happiness?
Ava isn't your typical shapeshifter - as a panther with extraordinary powers tied to her emotions, she's one of a kind. After losing her mom and being abandoned by her werewolf dad as a kid, she found a safe haven with her Aunt Ella. For the past decade, they've been constantly on the move.
She never thought the seven-year marriage curse would happen to her. The moment she caught her husband cheating, she made him sign the divorce papers and walked away without looking back. Just as she was ready to rebuild her career, the powerful CEO who stood at the top of the business world entered her life with overwhelming confidence. In an empty conference room, he trapped her between the table and his strong arms, his deep voice filled with temptation. “Miss, before we discuss business, shouldn’t we settle an old debt first?” “What debt?” she asked, her ears turning red. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her skin. “You saved my life when we were young. I planned to repay that debt…” He placed a contract before her and smiled. “Will you sign this, Miss? I’ll spend my lifetime making you mine.”
She was that family's true daughter, yet framed by the fake one and killed. Her kin took all she had to lift that fraud high. Her three brothers broke her limbs, poisoned her mute, and beat her dead. Reborn, she wanted no hollow love. Those biased brothers? Gone. Her partial parents? Cut off. That fiancé? Paired with the fake heiress—perfect. Now she blazed her own path, living for herself, feeling utterly free. She was just savoring her new life— when the powerful man she once saved gripped her waist, his wild eyes burning with obsession. His voice twisted with longing: "You've hidden me so long. Time to give me a name."
Yeah, no question now. My bastard boyfriend dragged me out here for a vacation, and while I'm out grabbing beer, he's banging some chick on our bed. I can hear everything—rhythmic skin slapping against skin, her over-the-top moans that sound more like a dying animal than passion, and—oh, fuck me—the worst part? The grating sound of what's gotta be her teeth scraping against peni... well, you know. Lorenzo's voice drips with lust, "Ever since I hit you up on that app last month, Lily, I've been hooked. Those bra pics you sent? They set me on fire. You're always teasing, never showing the whole thing. I can't even see your nipples..." My heart sinks straight to the fucking floor. That app. The one I saw pop up on his phone last month. The one he swore was just "an old account" he forgot to delete. Bullshit. My brain reels. 'So this is why Lorenzo picked this miserable town for a getaway,' I think, a sick realization dawning. His skanky online hookup with probable STDs lives here. 'Never thought talking shit about me could be foreplay for a couple.' I raise my fist and slam it against the door, hard enough that splinters of damp wood scatter onto the ratty carpet. "Honey, I'm home!" I call out.
