In a world where werewolves are bound to their fated mates by the call of the moon, Aria Thorn is a rogue with a secret: she's not bound to just one, but three alphas-each from rival packs. The mating bond isn't supposed to work like this, and her existence threatens to unravel centuries of werewolf law.
The moon hung low and red, a swollen omen bleeding across the midnight sky.
Aria Thorn crouched at the edge of the clearing, her breath shallow, her senses flaring with every shift of wind. Pine needles bit into her knees. She didn't move. She couldn't-not with three alphas circling the sacred stone altar like wolves preparing to tear each other apart.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
She should've kept running. Kept hiding. But the pull had been too strong, dragging her back to the one place she swore she'd never return-the Blood Moon Summit. Only this time, the magic didn't just want her. It wanted everything.
Aria pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart pounded like a drum of war, erratic and primal, syncing with the pulse of the earth. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless.
Then... it happened.
The wind shifted.
Three heads snapped in her direction.
One growl.
Two snarls.
Three alphas-eyes glowing gold, silver, and ice-blue-fixated on the shadows she tried to hide in.
"Come out," a voice commanded. Rough. Dominant. Familiar.
Aria swallowed. Kael.
Alpha of the Crimson Ridge Pack. Scarred, silent, savage. He was the last person she wanted to see. And yet, the moment her eyes met his, the bond thrummed to life. Ancient. Inescapable. Wrong.
Her skin tingled.
Before she could move, another voice slid over her like silk and steel. "Well, well. Looks like the prophecy was real after all."
That was Dorian. Alpha of the Whiteclaw Enclave. Suave. Deadly. Manipulative. He stepped into view, moonlight catching the cruel smile on his lips.
And then-him.
The third. Jax.
Alpha of the Ferals. Untamed, unpredictable, beautiful in the way forest fires were-destructive, consuming, inevitable.
His eyes locked on hers, and a growl tore from his throat.
Three bonds.
Three impossible pulls.
Her knees gave out as pain lanced through her chest. The mate bond shouldn't feel like this-splintered, stretching in three directions like it was tearing her apart. But worse than the pain was the knowing.
She wasn't just theirs.
They were hers.
Kael took a step forward. "What did you do?"
Aria opened her mouth to answer-but the altar behind them cracked with a deafening boom, spraying shards of obsidian into the air.
A scream echoed from the forest.
Then silence.
Broken only by the soft, terrifying click of footsteps approaching from the shadows behind her.
"Ah," said a cold, unfamiliar voice. "So the moon's little joke begins."
She turned.
A stranger stood at the tree line, cloaked in shadows, his eyes burning a deeper red than the blood moon overhead.
"You're not supposed to exist," he whispered.
Then everything went black.
When struggling artist Aria Lane accidentally ruins a priceless sculpture belonging to cold, ruthless billionaire Dominic Blackwell, she thinks her life is over-until he offers her a strange deal: become his live-in "fake" fiancée for one year to secure a merger, and in return, he'll pay off all her debts and fund her dream gallery. But the more she plays his perfect partner, the more she learns about the shadows behind his empire... and the secrets he keeps even from himself.
"When Emily discovers a mysterious family legacy, she's drawn into a world of ancient secrets and supernatural creatures. As she navigates this treacherous new world, she finds herself falling for Luca, a powerful werewolf sworn to protect her. But with darkness closing in and danger lurking around every corner, can their love survive the secrets of the past?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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?
"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."
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
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.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.