The marriage between their families was the talk of the high society. On a stormy night, she was being followed, trapped between life and death… and her fiancé was busy celebrating another woman's birthday. Heartbroken, she resolved to break off the engagement. But on the eve of her decision, a man knocked at her door. Moonlight poured over the frost-covered ground, cold and serene. His dark eyes fixed on her, voice low yet tender: “The family isn’t just him. There’s me too.” “I’m here to honor the engagement.” He was the head of the family, a young business tycoon with an empire spanning the nation. Known for his cold, distant demeanor, untouched by romance… yet only he knew of the little girl he had loved for fifteen years. In countless quiet nights, he had burned with jealousy over his own nephew—mad with envy. Later, the unfaithful fiancé called drunk, begging for reconciliation. Leaning back in bed, he glanced at the girl beside him, eyes shimmering, teeth marks on his collarbone hinting at unspoken desire. His voice lazy, teasing: “Looking for your auntie in the middle of the night, nephew? What’s the matter?”
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.
** Warning: mature content ** “If you kick me when I’m down, you better pray I don’t get up”. Athena is a little unorthodox. The odd one out. Which, in a world of werewolves, is saying something. Always wearing black, baggy clothes and her hair in a messy bun, she isn’t the epitome of femininity. Nor does she share the same interests of her female pack members. She used to be extremely close with the Alpha twins, Jake and Jerry, until they cast her aside like the flip of a switch at the age of 6. The entire pack followed suit, tormenting her on a daily basis. The once friendly, funny and sweet Athena turned into a loner with a grudge and trust issues. Her summers are spent in red runner pack, where she blossoms at the hands of her new best friends: the Alpha’s son Maxim, and the beta’s daughter Millie. For a long while, Athena’s only solace are her summers away from blood moon. Until her best friend Millie from red runner gets transferred as an exchange student to blood moon for the semester. Millie’s carefree and feisty nature, in combination with Athena’s protective instincts, are a recipe for disaster in a pack like blood moon. Especially for the pack outcast. Her beatings and bullying are taken up a notch, until she has been reduced to nothing but a shell of her actual self. Until she finds out that her father is cheating on her mother, that is. Her life starts to spiral, fast, and she finds her self-control slipping. She is no longer able to hide the wolf that she has successfully kept hidden for 11 years. Fleeing her pack and finding refuge at red runner, Athena begins to heal again. While her hatred for blood moon, especially Jake and Jerry, continues to grow, the twins come to find out that not everything turned out to be as it seemed when they started tormenting her. Is it too little, too late? While they now try to fight for her attention, so do the warlock prince and the Lycan prince, who have all taken an interest in the unconventional girl. But what happens when 2 dark, dangerous, and extremely handsome twins join the party? One is company, two is a crowd. So, what is six?
On the night that was meant to celebrate three years of vows, I walked into our chamber and found my husband tangled in the sheets—with his brother’s widow. Shock scalded my lungs; their laughter scalded worse. “Wolfless trash,” they sneered, turning my own marriage bed into a courtroom. Their plan was simple: brand me unfit, lock me away, and divide the Aurorawisp Pack—my birthright—between them. I ran barefoot through corridors I once called home, heart drumming two words: escape, revenge. At the edge of the territory, under a moon sharp enough to cut glass, I met the one man no wolf dares challenge—Alpha Ethan, sovereign of the northern wilds, power rolling off him like winter smoke. “Alpha,” I breathed, cheeks flaming, “will you help me end this marriage?” A slow, sovereign smile. “I can dissolve bonds, Madam…but I collect a price.” I lifted my chin, voice trembling. “I won’t pay with my body. I can offer coin—” “Keep your gold,” he said, gaze pinning me like a specimen of starlight. “I want one year. You at my side, my name on your lips, my mark on your wrist—contract Luna, nothing more, nothing less.” The night air crackled. One signature, and I’d trade a traitor’s ring for a tyrant’s collar. Yet if power is currency, perhaps the most dangerous ally is exactly the weapon I need. I extended my hand. “One year, Alpha. When the contract burns out, I walk free.” His fingers closed over mine—warm steel. “One year, Luna. Then we both decide what freedom means.”
(Daily Updating) I agreed to go on one first date everyday, for a year, without falling in love. The rules are simple: No repeat dates. No feelings. Nothing off the record, no matter how messy, awkward, and steamy things gets. If I fail, I lose my job. If I break the rules, I lose everything. So I turned my dating life into content, publishing every awkward, chaotic, borderline unhinged date for the internet to devour. And they did. The worse it got, the more viral I, and my articles, became. Everything was on track... until I met Derek. He's date number six, charming, unforgettable, and completely off-limits. Because he’s the ruthless billionaire who bought my company. He's the one man I can't date. The one I can't want. And the one who wrote the rules I'm not allowed to break. But that’s not even the worst part. Because while I’m trying to protect my heart, someone else is watching. A reader. Always commenting. Always dissecting. Always knowing things they shouldn’t. They call themselves @TruthHurts. And the more I try to ignore them, the clearer it becomes. They’re not guessing. They’re not trolling. They know me. And if I’m not careful… this story won’t just go viral. It will destroy me.
(It's completed! Thank you to every reader who follows this book and everyone who was moved by Zoe's story. I hope we can all achieve the future we desire!) A lone alpha lost his destined queen in a savage border raid. Her passing became the pack’s eternal wound—each year the wolves gather in silence beneath a moon painted black. Five years on, the mark on his soul flares again—this time for the last person he expected: the younger sister of the woman whose ghost still rules every heartbeat. Whispers rise like winter fog: she was the reason the beloved heir leapt into death’s jaws; she should have been the one never to return. She has grown up invisible, a pale echo of a brighter star, bearing the weight of every unspoken wish that the grave had chosen differently. She dreamed that a mate’s eyes might finally see her, not the silhouette behind her. Instead she finds the same mirror of grief—and when he flinches, her last hope cracks. One word, sharp as broken ice, severs the bond before it can tighten. He lets her walk away, telling himself it is mercy. Then the ground shifts: buried lies surface, guilt turns inside-out, and the alpha understands how completely he was wrong. He races against rumor and remorse, chasing the flicker of a second chance. But the wolf he rejected has learned to sing her own song beneath stranger moons—and she is no longer sure the path home ends with him.
