Maya Alvarez has always been an outcast. Born to the Beta of her pack and a witch mother, her existence was controversial from the start. When her father discovered his true mate, he banished Maya’s mother and refused to let her take Maya with her, insisting the girl would grow into a wolf like the rest of the pack. But when Maya fails to shift on her eighteenth birthday, the truth becomes undeniable; she's a witch. Her father turns cold, and the pack's whispers turn into violence. Only her sisters stand by her. Then tragedy strikes. Their parents die in a sudden accident, leaving the girls alone and vulnerable. But the real blow comes when they discover the crash wasn’t accidental, it was a targeted attack. Hunted and without a home, the sisters must navigate a dangerous world where loyalty is scarce, threats are closing in, and their former pack may be willing to go to war to reclaim them. Can they find safety before it’s too late?

(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.

Warning 18+ "You want me to fuck you, I know it" "As much as you don't like me, you are my mate and you can't deny me" I stood up behind her, one hand holding her hip, and leaned down, my breath ragged against her neck, my voice husky. "I'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. You won't feel the pain of correction like you did today... only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring." Mated to the cold-hearted Alpha

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"?

Everyone thought she would finally marry her fiancé at the marriage bureau. She waited until sunset, only to be stood up for the third time. Crushed and heartbroken, she called the powerful rival of his family on impulse, asking casually: “Want to steal from them and get married with me?” The wealthy tycoon across the ocean replied in a low, meaningful tone: “Deal. But I don’t play games—I mean forever.” She called off the engagement quietly and cut all contact with her ex. A month later, she was stunned to meet her mysterious husband: a handsome, billionaire heir. When her regretful ex abandoned his mistress and begged for reconciliation, she smiled and waved their marriage certificate coldly: “Bigamy is illegal. Besides, I never take back trash.”

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.

“Go, chase your past, Ronan. I’m done being second choice.” **** Evelyn risked everything for her mate, Ronan—her future, her ambition, her freedom, even her gift for him. And he repays her with five years of cold, distant marriage. Ronan never touches her, never shows her love, always consumed by Pack duties. But when his long-lost lover returns, everything shifts. Ronan abandons her, choosing her rival over his mate at every turn. Fed up and done being the second option, Evelyn takes a bold step—she plans to unbind him, to divorce. Ronan isn’t letting go. He’s furious, possessive, and dangerously determined. And just when Evelyn thinks she can’t fight alone… his Alpha steps in. Can Evelyn reclaim her life and awaken her inner wolf—or will Ronan’s possessive fury and Pack politics trap her forever?

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.

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.