"I, Alpha Malik Denver hereby reject you, Eliana Jacobs as my mate and Luna." His voice was like a sword through my chest, slicing my heart into a million tiny pieces. He looked at me with a commanding glare and I knew I didn't have much of an option. "I, Eliana Jacobs, accept your rejection." I whispered as my hands fell to my stomach because unbeknownst to the Alpha, I was carrying his child. Eliana Jacobs had been through hell her entire life. Ever since her mother died, she'd been abused by her whole pack. However, destiny led her into the hands of Malik Denver, the most ruthless of all Alphas in Oakland and the leader of her own rival pack. In a twist of fate, he took her in and saved her from becoming rogue. But all in exchange for one thing-a child. How would Denver take the news of her return? Would he finally regret his decision to let her go? And alas, what would happen when he finds out about his secret baby?
ELIANA.
In the city of Oakland, New Orleans, there lived a princess. The thing was however, I wasn't just an ordinary princess, I was also a slave to my pack. You see in every story there's a blissful beginning but this isn't one of those stories. It's hard to even pinpoint exactly where mine begins.
My life had been hell ever since I came out of my mother's womb literally, because she died the night of the full moon that I was put to bed. News spread like wildfire of the child who had taken the life of her own mother.
That child was me.
Everyone had their version of the story, some claimed that she died when I had come out, and others said that she died before. All that mattered to me was the fact that she died at all. I had to grow up being labeled as the murderer and monster who brought darkness into the entire pack.
And for that, I was loathed by everyone, including my father, Gerald who could never forgive me for taking the life of my mother, his Luna. He lost everything that night and all he saw now when he looked at me was the striking resemblance I shared with her.
Her bright blue eyes and that smile. He hated that I took after her so much and in his grief, he married another woman. Sienna was as evil as stepmothers come, she hated me just like she hated my mother. But at least she bore two other kids for my dad.
For most of my life, I spent it in a dark dungeon when I wasn't tendering to the needs of everyone else, either washing the stack of plates or cleaning the entire castle from each post to corner while enduring the insults and abuses from everyone.
"There she is!" They usually gossiped and pointed without any regard, most of them even going as far as dashing me a slap across the face or punching me in my belly. I had so many scars to attest to the maltreatment but I had no other option as I had nowhere else to go.
And being an omega rogue would get me killed faster out there than in here. I lived my entire life alone with my father's resentment growing so much over the past twenty years that he never desired to see me.
To say that I hated my life would be an understatement but I had no other choice.
I retired down to the carpet spread across the cold floor and for a moment, my eyes stared into the darkness. Today was one of the days it hurt even more. I was bleeding from the soles of my feet from standing all day and I had served food until my hands grew numb that they could fall off at any time now.
But at least, it was the end of yet another day. I closed my eyes, knowing tomorrow would not be any different. I wasn't far gone when suddenly, my door barged open and I arose, knowing what time it was.
"Eliana" My stepbrother, Jaxon sang my name and almost immediately, the stench of alcohol slapped me in the face. I folded myself into the corner of the room, quivering with dread. "Where are you?" He whistled.
I saw his gleaming eyes far before I saw the rest of his body. Jaxon had a chain in his hands which he suddenly used to lash my back. I fell to the ground, groaning in pain but I couldn't dare look up.
Jaxon was always like this each time he had something to drink.
He would sneak down to the dungeon where he'd tie me up and hold my lips shut as he took advantage of me. Each time, it grew more and more aggressive and painful but there was no end to this torture. He'd become far too demanding like I was nothing but a chunk of flesh to him.
My eyes welled up with tears as I felt his presence behind me. His hands groped through my inner thigh and I could feel him breathing down my neck. My skin crawled with disgust and my insides twisted into a knot.
This was my dreadful life.
The pungent stench of liquor oozed from his lips as he battled to unbuckle his belt. He let the bottle down which he'd only realize later was his biggest mistake.
"Ouch!" I groaned in pain as he took me by my bleeding feet. My whole body ached with the most brittle bones but Jaxon was merciless.
It felt like today was the day I would finally die in his arms and a bolt of panic flashed across my face. He turned me over as I watched his pants fall to the ground with a thud, revealing the hard rod of flesh between his legs. When Jaxon leaned forward, I wedged against him.
"Stop!" I struggled from beneath, nowhere near the weight of his entire body which pressed into me. He began to move but I wasn't about to give up. "Do you want me to get the ropes?" He darted me a glare cold as ice and a shiver went up my spine.
"Fuck off!" I spat into his face and Jaxon restrained my hands in a second. His grip was so tight that I could hear my bones cackle. He let out an exasperated grunt before standing up. At the corner of the dungeon was where he kept the ropes so when he turned his back, I didn't even know what suddenly came upon me but I couldn't do this.
Not tonight, not when I was in so much pain.
And so I grasped the bottle of vodka in my hands, slamming it into the side of his head. The glass shattered into a million pieces and my eyes dazed from the blood that soaked my palms. I trembled as Jaxon turned to me, a shard of the glass bottle sticking out of his head.
"What did you do?!" His eyes pumped with rage as I took a step back. "Don't take a step closer!" I whimpered beneath my breath and a cackle escaped his lips. "Or what?" He asked, ripping the glass tip from his skin.
I should have known better than to attack him, Jaxon was one of the strongest wolves in our pack. He wasn't an omega like I was, in fact, he was directly linked to becoming the Alpha of Blood Hounds one day. I cringed at the thought of that day ever happening.
And I knew in that moment that I would rather be dead.
"You'd scream?" Jaxon quizzed, inching closer to where I was until my back was pressed against the wall. I was defenseless as my eyes began to shimmer in tears. No one knew about this, or about Jaxon's malevolent behaviors. He was nothing but an angel in everyone's eyes.
They would've never even believed me if I had come forward to tell them everything Jaxon had been doing to me. He'd made it clear that it was his word against mine. If anything, I would even bring more hatred on top of my head for trying to 'incriminate' the next Alpha. But I'd done way worse stabbing him in the head. His blood was on my hands so no, I couldn't scream unless I wanted to never beat the murderer allegations.
"Please, Jaxon" I only started to beg as he came to a halt barely meters from my face. "Please you don't have to do this" His face was distorted with anger and bloodlust filled his eyes. "You're going to have to make it up to me when I bend you over!" He grasped my waist and I screamed.
"Shut up!" Jaxon landed a slap across my face, digging his nails into my neck as he shoved me into the wall. My back broke as I fell to the floor, coughing up blood but he didn't care. Rather he growled out of more anger, kicking me mercilessly in my stomach.
My life flashed before my eyes, I might as well have died.
"I said shut up! If you don't want to end up like your useless mother!" He sparked in an outrage and there was a piercing sound that rang through my ears. I couldn't die by Jaxon's hands. If my fate was to end up dead now, I might as well run away. Being rogue didn't seem so bad.
Garnering my last strength, I drew up a deep breath through my nose and when he leaned in again, I managed to get a kick right through his shin. Jaxon's knees knocked him over and he wedged himself against the wall. In the flash of a second, I got up from the floor.
"You fucking bastard!" He cussed beneath his breath as I gathered a few of my things to leave. "If I get you, it's over you slut!" I staggered my way towards the door, not in any way better shape than he was. I'd broken a rib and my feet, mouth and arms were bleeding. But I had just one option and that was to make it out of the door.
Otherwise, I'd be dead meat in here.
I heard him clamoring from behind. "I would kill you" I could scent his wolf crawling to the surface. It wasn't good, for both of us. He knew.
I dragged my feet tirelessly through the door but the gates were still meters away. Jaxon threw himself from one wall to another. "Fuck off, Jaxon!" I kept glancing over my shoulders to measure how close he was.
And with each second, he was drawing closer. I shut my eyes in agony, I couldn't move any more faster.
"Come on, Eliana. Come on" I muttered beneath my breath as the gates came into sight. Up until that moment, I didn't realize what I was truly doing. I was leaving-I was leaving the pack for good. As soon as I crossed that gate, I knew there was no coming back.
"I swear to God!" Jaxon cussed as I fell to the ground, my knees were growing weak and could no longer carry my body. He was close enough to grasp my ankles but the injury to his head was slowly starting to take its toll. When he drew me underneath him, I dug my fingers into his eyes and around the pieces of glass still in them.
Jaxon groaned in excruciating agony but I was able to buy myself some time. I pushed him off, staggering my way through the gates and forever locking it behind me. Only then did it truly dawn on me.
"You!" There was a vicious crack in Jason's voice. "You better never step foot back into this pack or I will kill you" He gritted through his teeth as I finally stood up. My eyes met the full moon gleaming in the sky full of stars. The wind was cold, running through my gritty hair.
I started to run, headed towards nowhere in particular but I didn't stop running. All that mattered was what I was leaving behind me. After about an hour, I was sure I'd finally lost Jaxon and I fell to my knees in the center of a dark alley.
Deep breaths escaped my lips as I threw my head over my shoulders.
I couldn't believe I made it out. Maybe this was only the beginning of my story, I thought. But alas, I thought wrong. I had no idea that what was ahead of me was no better than what I left behind.
Suddenly from the corner of my eyes, I saw a shadow in the dark and my heart skipped a beat. I sharply stood up-Who was that?
"I, Mia Harper, reject you, Alpha Lucien Storm as my mate." There was a crack in my voice as I stared into his eyes. "You can't reject me, Mia. I'm your Mate." My heart sank from so much pain and betrayal I'd endured. I shook my head. "Not anymore." - Mia Harper, a wolfless omega flees her wedding the night of her eighteenth birthday and as fate would have it, she runs into the arms of her mate, Lucien Storm-one of the most ruthless Alphas anyone had ever seen. But in a twist of fate, he takes Mia in. They soon fall in love but one visit to her Pack changes everything. Ezra, the man she was yet to marry a year ago is furious on her return and declares war. The war wipes out her entire Pack including her father. But then Mia finds out that it was Lucien that killed him. Her Mate had murdered her father in cold blood. Disheveled and broken, the betrayal drives her to the edge of a cliff where she takes a leap to her death. But somehow, she's saved by Lucien. However, Mia doesn't remember anything. Would he tell her the truth or would Lucien take his second chance by the horn? What would happen when the secrets finally become unveiled and everyone is faced with their truths? Would Mia ever forgive her mate, Lucien, especially after finding out she's pregnant with his twins? And importantly, did he really kill her Father?
When Isla Carter moves to Marquette, Michigan to live with her estranged father and to start a new life, what she doesn't expect is to meet Elijah, a mysterious young man who she's instantly drawn to before she ever finds out his darkest secret. - Isla knew she had always been different ever since she was young and she rarely ever fit in wherever she was. She moves to Marquette because of her mother, in the hopes that starting a new life with her dad could somewhat help her. She doesn't really expect things to change—that is until they do. Until she meets Elijah, the dazzling and beautiful mystery with whom she falls in love with. He wasn't like the other guys but she soon finds out the reason why. Elijah was a werewolf. Fueled by intrigue and desire, the both of them bond and eventually become closer, close enough to threaten the very balance of nature and humanity. Isla is faced with several threats and dangers that comes with being with Elijah. But when a truth about her past comes to light, she's forced to figure out where exactly she stands. But she knew, Loving Elijah was a choice bound to change the rest of her life forever, for better and for worse.
“You leave Leonardo Carter” Patricia slithered through her lips and in her eyes, Francesca saw the truth and a threat. “Or i make your life a living hell for stealing him away from me” She brushed past her nemesis’s shoulders with a villainous glint. “I’m just protecting my family” She clasped the slight protrusion that was her belly. Because unbeknownst to everyone, Patricia was carrying the heir’s child. - Leonardo Carter was New York City’s most eligible bachelor. Powerful and Enigmatic—asides from being the Mayor’s son, he was also the heir to the multi-billion dollar Carter Corporations. Every woman sought after him and every parent as well. But all his life, he had belonged to one woman, Patricia Walters. Petitioned by his father to provide a wife on the national Conference night, it was only reasonable that Patricia saw herself finally being his wife after six years. But alas, when the night came, she watched in horror as he slipped the ring on another woman’s finger. One wrong proposal, and lifetime filled with vengeance. Patricia is dedicated to her quest to get to the bottom of this engagement and hopefully unveil this new woman—Francesca Peters’ hidden identity. Embroiled in a conspiracy larger than her, Patricia looses herself to the jealousy that eats her up before she ever realizes that she lost Leonardo long before. Fueled with revenge, she swears to take down the all of them, including the entire Carter empire for shaming her, with the help of her best friend, Jacqueline. But her whole world collapses when she finds one vicious string that still connected the both of them—she was pregnant with his child. That was bound to change everything, and set a new motive. Will she ever come clean to Leonardo, who so wanted to have a child for his father, that she was expecting his baby? Or will she hide it for as long as she could? What happens when Francesca is roped in the dirty mafia business that went on behind the scenes of such wealthy family and will she later give into the charming heir? Watch the story unfold with a burst of twists and turns, one that would leave you hanging by your seats. One large scandal, One proposal, several deaths and several lives intertwined together. What will finally halt Patricia’s thirst for revenge—perhaps it could be a stranger from her past.
Eva Daniels, a psychopathic assassin is tasked with taking down Tobias Blake—the alpha of the Dark Raven Pack. But as the chase progresses, the two soon develop a mutual obsession with each other that may destroy everything including themselves. - Trained to kill, Eva is recruited by a top-secret werewolf hunting organization called The One. And each kill leads her closer to Tobias, whose attention she might have already caught. When eventually they cross paths, they begin a cycle of obsession which leads them away from the truths they once knew and closer to each other— —sabotaging everything and everyone in their way while uncovering some of the darkest secrets linking both worlds. A match made in hell, this pair must overcome all obstacles but the question is if they'll find their way back to each other in the end. And just how much would have been lost?
When billionaire playboy, Damien Archer sets his eyes on the one woman who wants nothing to do with him, how far would he go to win her over? - Olivia Sanders might be the most boring person you've met. The kind that obsessed over romance novels and dreamed her own love story, the kind with the most intricate imaginations. On the outside however, she might seem plain. Content. After college, a twenty one year old Liv finds it difficult landing a foot in the real world while trying to balance working as a secretary at a tech firm and dreams of her own. But everything changes the moment Damien shows up as the heir to the business empire. And they both navigate the building tensions that soon rise between them. Alas, it's a tale of forbidden romance when Olivia recognizes him from her dark past, and that single thing is bound to change everything.
The romantic lives of three teenagers are intertwined in unimaginable ways the moment one of them returns from the States. And with all of the impediments that come with living in a conservative town, these set of queer youth struggle the most with drugs, trauma and crime, inadvertently testing deeply entrenched beliefs about life, friendships, love and sexuality. This book encompasses all their lives, and tells their heartwarming coming of age stories as they embark on a journey of finding their identity whilst navigating the tumultuous hallways of high school. It is anything but easy, especially when a tragic murder is uncovered, leading to a trail of both imminent danger and fear. The question isn’t just whether or not they’d survive it all in the end, but also how much of themselves they’d lose in the process. And who would they even be?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.