In a world where power, loyalty, and love are dictated by primal instincts, Elara Moon finds herself caught in the tangled web of fate, betrayal, and destiny. A fierce warrior of the Crescent Moon Pack, Elara has always fought for her place in a male-dominated hierarchy. Yet, when the moon goddess assigns her a mate in the form of the cold, powerful Alpha Kael Thorne, her life spirals into an unexpected storm. Rejected by her mate, Elara faces heartbreak and shame. But as the world unravels around her, hidden secrets emerge, and a dark power threatens the balance of the supernatural world. Elara must rise above the pain of rejection, uncover her true strength, and forge a path no one expects-a path that could save the werewolf world or doom it to chaos.
The night was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The air hummed with the energy of the pack gathering, a low vibration that seeped into Elara's skin, reminding her that she was tethered to this land, this life, even as she wished for something more. The blood moon hung low in the sky, casting a crimson glow over the forest, as if the heavens themselves had opened a vein. Elara stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as wolves shifted from their human forms to their towering beasts, their fur bristling in the cold night air.
Every full moon brought a surge of power that left the pack restless, eager to run under the moonlight, to feel the primal call of their nature. But tonight wasn't just any full moon. This was the blood moon-a rare celestial event that amplified their strength, and, as the elders whispered, revealed the true nature of the soul. And tonight, Elara's soul felt heavy. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands as she forced herself to stay calm. Her wolf was restless, pacing beneath her skin, a constant reminder of the power she held within, power she had yet to fully claim. "Still brooding in the shadows, Moon?" A familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts. Elara turned to find Alaric, her closest friend, grinning at her with that easy, carefree smile that only he seemed capable of wearing. His golden eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and his messy brown hair fell into his eyes, giving him a boyish charm that often hid the sharpness of his instincts. "I'm not brooding," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just thinking." Alaric snorted. "You think too much. It's a blood moon. Time to let loose. Come on, let's shift and show those pups how it's done." He gestured toward the young wolves, already bounding through the trees in their massive forms, howls echoing through the night. Elara forced a smile, but it felt thin on her lips. Normally, she'd join them, lose herself in the power of the shift and the freedom of the run. But tonight, something weighed on her, something deeper than the usual restlessness. "I'll catch up," she said, her voice quieter than she intended. "You go on ahead." Alaric's smile faltered for a moment, his sharp eyes scanning her face. "You've been off for days. What's going on?" Elara hesitated, glancing out at the pack. "I... It's nothing. I just-" She stopped, unsure of how to put the feeling into words. There was an itch beneath her skin, an anticipation that had been growing for days, intensifying as the blood moon neared. It wasn't the usual pull of the full moon or the excitement of the pack run. It was something darker, something... foreboding. Alaric's face softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. "You know you can talk to me, right? If something's bothering you, I'll listen." She wanted to tell him. But how could she explain the feeling gnawing at her without sounding paranoid? She didn't even understand it herself. "I know," she said, managing a smile. "I'll be fine. Go, have fun. I'll be right behind you." Alaric gave her one last searching look before he nodded, his grin returning. "Don't take too long, or I'll drag you out here myself." He turned and shifted in a fluid motion, his human form dissolving into that of a large, tawny wolf. With a shake of his head, he dashed off into the woods, disappearing among the trees. Elara exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding, the weight of the night settling back onto her shoulders. The whispers had started three nights ago. At first, she thought it was just the wind through the trees or the murmurs of her pack. But then they grew louder, more insistent, voices that seemed to come from deep within the earth, calling her name, pulling her toward something she couldn't see. **Elara...** The voice was back, softer this time, barely more than a breath. Her heart raced, and she spun around, scanning the dark forest behind her. There was no one there. The shadows stretched long and deep, but nothing moved. Nothing seemed out of place. **Elara...** It came again, this time clearer, the sound wrapping around her like a ghostly caress. Her wolf stirred, pacing beneath her skin, its ears perked, senses heightened. This wasn't a figment of her imagination. Something was calling to her. Something ancient. Elara took a step forward, her feet moving before her mind could catch up. The trees whispered in the wind, their branches swaying gently, as if they too could hear the call. The blood moon above seemed to pulse with every beat of her heart, its light growing brighter as if guiding her. Before she realized it, Elara was running, her body moving on instinct, drawn deeper into the forest. The voices grew louder, not in words but in feelings-urgency, anticipation, destiny. The trees blurred around her, the ground soft beneath her feet as her wolf pressed forward, desperate to follow the pull, the call that was growing stronger with every step. Then she saw it. At the edge of a clearing, bathed in the eerie red light of the moon, stood a figure. Tall, broad-shouldered, and cloaked in shadow. Even from this distance, she could feel the power radiating from him, a dark and dangerous energy that sent a shiver down her spine. Her breath caught in her throat. It was him. Alpha Kael Thorne. Her destined mate. And the one who would soon reject her.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman—lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love—until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"