(Updated every other day) Nyra Moonchild is wolfless, outcast, and treated like the pack’s mistake in Vandwood. She’s learnt to survive bruises, whispers, and hunger, because mercy is for the strong, and Nyra has never been allowed to be strong. Then fate binds her to Kieran Whitewolf, the future Alpha. For four years, he’s loved her in secret, stolen moments, whispered promises, “Soon.” Soon he’ll claim her. Soon he’ll protect her. But in daylight, Kieran becomes what the pack demands: cold, controlled, untouchable… and Nyra becomes the shame he refuses to stand beside. When the pack pushes another woman toward his side, Nyra finally understands the truth: power won’t make him brave. So she walks away. And one broken night, she strays deep into the woods, rogue territory where pack law doesn’t matter and predators don’t ask permission. That’s where Ronan finds her. A dangerous Alpha with storm in his eyes and a claim he isn’t afraid to make. Now Nyra is caught between the Alpha who won’t choose her publicly… and the Alpha who might burn everything to keep her.
Blurb: "Is this bitch dead yet?" My dear sister grabbed my hair, staring at my face—smashed to a pulp by her. Convinced I’d stopped breathing, they tossed my broken body into the warehouse—but only my brother secretly hid me away. Unexpectedly, my father found out I was still alive and led a pack of wolves to surround my hiding place. "Hand her over! She’s nothing but A SPECK OF DUST!" my sister ranted outside the door. Rage burned in my chest, yet gravely injured, I could only lie there, helpless to resist. "WHO DARES TO HURT MY MATE?" A deep voice boomed suddenly. Two burly Alphas appeared abruptly. "We’re late, OUR LUNA." They knelt by the bedside, their voices gentle beyond belief —Wait, did they mean “me” when they said "their luna"?
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.
Every girl at the age of eighteen, if left unmated, is volunteered for the Alphas Hunt. Hazel is no exception and also the only one who sees it not as a chance to find a strong Alpha to take care of her, but rather as a ceremony that strips you of your free will and sends you out into the woods to be hunted like a deer. If she is claimed she will be his. If she is not, she will return in shame and be shunned from her pack. Hazel knows the ways of the Alphas, being the daughter of a Beta, but what she doesn't count on is the presence of the Lycan King. The leader of all is participating in his first-ever hunt, and she is his prey. ***Warning: This book contains a LOT of mature content such as strong language, explicit s*x scenes, physical and mental abuse, BDSM, etc.***
In her previous life, she loved the wrong people, betrayed by a deceitful man and her so-called best friend. Everyone who cared for her died because of her. Reborn, she vows to take revenge on those who ruined her—and to make amends to the man she once feared and avoided. But when she wakes in the hospital, the first thing she hears is him coldly asking for a divorce. Wait… this isn’t how it happened before. Divorce? She will never agree. Given a second chance at life, she is determined to rewrite her tragic fate. This time, she will change her fate.
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?
