Elara Thorne used to have it all. As the adopted daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Oak Pack, she was the golden girl—loved by her parents, protected by her brothers, and engaged to the pack’s strongest warrior, Kaelen Ward. But then the "real" daughter, Selah, came home. Everything started to rot. As Selah settled in, Elara’s power began to vanish. By the time she turned eighteen, she was the unthinkable: Wolfless. In a world where your wolf is your worth, Elara became a nobody. Her family started treating her like a servant, and her fiancé Kaelen stopped looking her in the eye, eventually dumping her to chase Selah instead. Now, the pack is in trouble. An ancient darkness is creeping in, and the only way to stop it is a "Centennial Sacrifice"—someone has to jump into the Abyss Cliff to save everyone else. Nobody wants to die. So Elara makes a choice. She’s tired of the framed accidents, the cold shoulders, and being treated like trash in the house she used to call home. She registers for the sacrifice in secret. While her family praises the "anonymous hero" who volunteered, they continue to spit on Elara at home, having no idea she’s the one saving their lives. For thirty days, Elara endures their hate. She watches them plan a birthday gala for Selah on the same day Elara is supposed to die. On her twentieth birthday, while the pack is busy partying, Elara walks to the cliff alone. She leaves a letter behind, hoping they’ll finally understand, but Selah finds it first and destroys it. Elara jumps. The pack is saved, and the family celebrates—until the truth starts to leak out. When they realize the "trash" they kicked to the curb was the martyr who saved them, the regret starts to drive them insane. Kaelen is haunted by the girl he abandoned, and the Alpha realizes he killed his true daughter for a lie. But Elara didn’t die. At the bottom of the Abyss, she wakes up in the arms of Malakor, the ancient king of the deep. And the wolf they thought she didn't have? She’s finally starting to howl.

(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.

Four stories. Four couples Four bikers. Danielle is shocked when her partner suggests an open relationship, furious she finds the closest bar and storms around there in a red dress, only to find it's a biker bar. She gets far more than she bargained for when one of the men becomes obsessed and doesn't want to give her up, even if she's in a relationship. She becomes known as Red, fierce, loyal and escaping her boyfriend who abused her. Vesper is Red's sister and has a hidden secret, she dissapears for years at a time because her job requires it. As a hired assasin, she constantly gets annoyed by the clubs cleaner, Ghost, and hate turns to lust, turns into something much darker. Davina has a stalker, but he's not the kind you expect. He fixes her shit, cooks for her, and even tips her thousands on her cam business, but he's also the ruthless Prez of the MC.

In her past life, she was used and died in bitterness. This time, she’s reborn—stronger, sharper, unstoppable. Only… the man she once married is no longer cold and distant. He’s sharp-tongued, mischievous, and… oddly flirtatious. A marriage contract binds them again. One naïve heiress, one frail yet dangerous tycoon— the whole city expects them to be a joke. But she marries into the family and is completely spoiled. And the so-called sickly man? Not only is he healthy, handsome, and rich, his empire spans the globe—and he’s secretly her backer. She snaps, “You tricked me? Be careful, I might just run away from you!” The public sees a ruthless, untouchable man. She sees him smile, teasing and unrestrained: “We’ll have a child… that way, you won’t ever want to leave me.”

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?”

“Alpha, the Luna just gave birth, but she’s bleeding heavily…” “Then let her die.” “What about the baby?” “Dump it. I don’t care.” Samantha died that night, her body failing while Gillian Dunnington, Alpha of Obscura Fang, watched without hesitation. But death didn’t hold her this time. Reborn on the exact day he chose another woman, Yvette, over her and their pup, Samantha remembered every betrayal, every lie, every scar he left in her heart. She watched him bring Yvette: a fragile lone wolf he rescued from the ruins of her pack into their home. He doted on her, protected her, claimed the life that was once Samantha’s. Samantha didn’t interfere. She wasn’t weak. She built her empire, carved her path, and let Gillian drown in the consequences of his choices. By nightfall, she was calm and cold. She called the legal shifter. “I’m divorcing Gillian. Sever the bond. Everything that ties us, gone.” Years later, he appeared at her door, kneeling, desperate, and raw. “Sam… please. Give me a chance. I was wrong. I… I can’t live without you.” Samantha looked down at him, calm, unshaken, lips curling into the faintest, deadly smile. “Gillian… you forgot the one rule. I’m not yours anymore.”

Four years of marriage—and all they shared was the night. She always knew he didn’t love her. He rarely came home, pouring all his care into the woman he had loved since youth. She endured it all, just to give their daughter a complete childhood. Until the day he crossed the final line— giving the life-saving bone marrow to that woman’s child. That was when she knew… this marriage was over. She packed up, took her child, and walked away without looking back. Years later, she returns—and stuns everyone. Young, beautiful, and the founder of a top-tier jewelry brand. Men chase her, admire her, try to win her favor. She stands at the center of it all—untouchable, radiant, unstoppable. Late one night, he corners her against the wall, eyes burning with obsession. “After all these years… you’ve changed.” She lowers her gaze, a faint smile on her lips. “Not much. Just a little success.” Then she looks up, calm and distant. “And Mr.—you’ve crossed the line.”

The day of our wedding, he abandoned me, making me the laughingstock of the city. On our wedding night, my life hanging by a thread, I begged him to save me. He sneered, “Hurry up and die. Then no one will upset my sister.” Later, when he saw me lifeless, he lost control. When I opened my eyes again, I was married to the ruthless CEO of a powerful conglomerate. The man who once scorned me now knelt at my feet, eyes red, hands trembling as he showed his respect. “Please… let me make this right,” he whispered, utterly defeated.

She had loved him silently for eight years. She had been married to him for three years. Yet her so-called husband did not even know what she looked like. When she saw the divorce agreement in front of her, she only smiled. She wiped away all her tears and left alone with the child in her womb. But then something changed. The man who once refused to look at her began appearing everywhere she went. He protected her, stood up for her, and even drove away every man who came near her. “I’ve had enough,” she said coldly. “Get lost.” The man suddenly dropped to one knee and kissed the back of her hand. His eyes were completely fixed on her. “Baby… let’s get married.” She let out a faint laugh. “Ex-husband and ex-wife getting married?” “That’s called remarriage.”

She had been married for three years, and he never touched her. His heart belonged to someone else—her sister, the real beloved one. She once dreamed of warming his cold heart, but at a yacht party, he made her please another man with her body. After that, she shut herself off from desire, hating any touch from men, and insisted on a divorce. Her fashion designs won the world’s top awards, and she stood at the peak, receiving everyone’s admiration. He knelt before her, begging for forgiveness. “Please, give me another chance. I’ve only ever loved you, never anyone else.” Carefully holding her slender waist, her new husband guided her step by step, eyes never leaving hers. “Slow down, my love. Don’t strain the baby.”