This one word Mate should bring hope, but for a shroud wolf like me, it feels more like a curse. I'm Gianna Greco, the illegitimate daughter of a great warrior, with a dormant wolf spirit. For me, love has always been a dangerous gamble. I risked everything for Enzo Caruso, only to be rejected in front of the whole pack-crushed but alive. I found a new purpose in the mountains, training to fight and leading a resistance against Alpha King Matteo's tyranny. But fate is cruel. Now, I'm back with the pack that abandoned me, forced into captivity under Alpha Stefano, a ruthless general. Despite the fear, I'm drawn to him, and I fear he might be my second chance mate. One more rejection, though, might just destroy me.
I shouldn't have been here. If my father found out, he would've been furious. Sneaking out of our run-down cottage yet again? He'd be livid. I should've been home preparing for tomorrow's Mating Ball. I should've been trying to find a dress worthy of stepping inside Alpha Fabio's grand castle. I should've been trying to get some sleep. But was I doing any of that? No. Instead, I was here-standing in the old, forgotten hut atop the hill, heart pounding with anticipation.
My eyes stayed glued to the door, my breaths coming in shallow bursts, and my hands trembling. Enzo should have been here by now. It had been over two weeks since I last saw him, and I could barely contain my excitement at the thought of feeling his strong arms around me again.
How I wished we could have been like any other couple-walking hand in hand through the heart of Mayvile. I wished Alpha Fabio approved of my relationship with his son. But fate hadn't been kind to me.
My wolf was dormant. I could feel its presence deep inside, but I couldn't shift. Sure, I might have been quicker and stronger than some of the other wolves in human form, but that meant nothing. Without my full wolf spirit, I was worthless in their eyes. And being the illegitimate daughter of a disgraced warrior who had become a drunkard didn't do me any favors either.
Life hadn't always been like this. It had never been perfect, but it used to be... better.
My father, Giovanni Greco, was once revered as the Black blade Pack's finest warrior, and my sister had been well on her way to following in his footsteps. I was meant to be like them-strong, formidable, deserving of respect. But the Fates had other plans. After the healer, Guido, labeled me a Shrouds Wolf-a wolf unlikely to ever feel their spirit's full power-I had been reduced to a rank barely above omega.
Enzo was the only bright spot in my otherwise dark world.
The door creaked open, and my heart leapt. Enzo's broad silhouette filled the doorway, and I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. He chuckled, running his fingers through his ash-blond waves. "Miss me?" he teased, carefully locking the door behind him.
I bit my lip, my gaze trailing over his muscular frame barely contained by the gray shirt and dark leather pants. "You know I did," I replied softly.
He stepped closer, his gray eyes meeting mine. "I missed this," he murmured, brushing his fingers over my lips. "And this," he added, his hand sliding down my neck, tracing the line of my cleavage just visible beneath the simple linen dress I wore.
My breath caught as his eyes darkened, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me close. His lips crashed against mine, his tongue slipping past my parted lips effortlessly. My fingers found their way into his hair, tugging him closer, silently pleading for more. His hand traveled down, gripping me beneath the curve of my waist. I gasped into his kiss as he lifted me, instinctively wrapping my legs around his hips as he carried me toward the rickety old table.
"Lie down," he commanded huskily, positioning himself between my legs.
I hesitated but obeyed, ignoring the sharp edges of the splintered wood pressing into my back. Our eyes locked, heat blooming between us as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. His gaze roamed over my worn dress before his fingers curled around the fabric and tore it down the middle.
"Don't!" I yelped, but it was already too late.
He laughed softly, eyes gleaming as they swept over my exposed undergarments. "I'll buy you a new one."
I scowled, clutching the ruined dress to cover myself. "And how exactly am I supposed to get home now? I can't shift into a wolf like you. I need clothes."
He smirked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, revealing the hard planes of his chest. "You can use this afterward." His hands slid up my thighs, making my breath hitch.
Panic flared in my chest, and I sat up, grabbing his wrists. "Enzo... not here. Not like this."
His brow furrowed. "Why not? Don't you think it's time?"
I offered a weak smile, my voice trembling. "It's... dirty. I don't want my first time to be like this."
With a frustrated sigh, he stepped back. "You want a palace, princess?"
I hurried to tie the torn dress together as best as I could. "Can't we wait until tomorrow? Maybe... maybe everything will change if we're mates. Your father wouldn't be able to go against a bond blessed by the Moon Goddess." I swallowed, keeping my voice steady. "I just... I don't want it like this."
His cold laughter echoed through the room. "You think this place is any worse than that dump you live in?"
I clenched my teeth. "You're being cruel." Jumping off the table, I tried to make my dress somewhat presentable.
"Gianna..." His tone softened as he approached me, lifting my chin until our eyes met. "Let's not fight tonight." His voice dropped to a seductive purr. "Be a good girl for your future Alpha."
My body betrayed me, reacting to his voice, but I stepped back, shaking my head. "Don't take my dignity from me like this."
His expression darkened, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. "I risk everything for you, and this is how you repay me?"
I opened my mouth to apologize, but he slapped my hand away. "Don't touch me!" he roared, grabbing his shirt and storming out.
"Enzo!" I called after him, but he was already gone, swallowed by the trees.
I stood there, feeling the sting of rejection. Was I asking for too much? All I wanted was a little comfort, a little respect, especially for something as important as this. Enzo could have any girl he wanted-so why me? Shouldn't mates be equals?
I let out a shaky breath. "Tomorrow," I whispered. "Tomorrow will change everything."
But deep down, something felt off.
I tied a few more knots in my dress and stepped outside into the moonlit night. Instead of heading home, something pulled me deeper into the woods. Before I realized it, I had wandered past the pack's borders to the lake.
"Dammit," I muttered. I'd never been out here at night before.
The moonlight reflected off the calm water, and a cool breeze rustled the leaves around me, offering a momentary sense of peace. Tomorrow would change everything. It had to.
Just then, a twig snapped behind me.
I turned, my heart racing, as a wave of energy surged through the forest. The air grew still.
I wasn't alone. Something powerful was near.
Thalassa had spent her life slipping through the cracks, always on the move, always in hiding. It was the cost of her freedom, a steep price she paid simply for existing as a lowly human. Born into a family that discarded her without a second thought, her childhood was defined by solitude and survival. But the same people who abandoned her saw her differently once they realized her body held a price. To them, she was nothing more than a commodity, a slave to be traded for profit. That revelation spurred her to flee-to fight for the fragile hope of a normal life. She refused to be a prisoner to anyone's greed. Yet, in the midst of her struggle, when her path seemed endlessly bleak, she stumbled upon someone unexpected. Someone who didn't see her as a possession or a burden, but as something extraordinary. They became her shield, offering her safety and a future she had never dared to imagine. For the first time, Thalassa was not invisible but treasured-irreplaceable in someone's world.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...