Sold to the Alpha King to settle her father's debt, Anya found herself not just a slave, but bestowed with the unexpected title of Luna. Hatred burned in the eyes of her packmates, yet a flicker of something else in the Alpha King's gaze hinted at a hidden tenderness. Anya, burdened by a past she can't escape, must navigate a treacherous world filled with jealousy, betrayal, and the constant threat of rivals vying for the Alpha's position and her newfound title. Can Anya rise above her underdog status, embrace her true self, and claim not just the pack's respect, but the Alpha King's heart? Will she survive the dangers that lurk within the shadows and ultimately prove worthy of being his Luna?
"Are you sure about this, Anya?" he rasped, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Anya forced a smile, though it felt brittle on her lips. "We have no choice, Father. The debt to that loan shark..."
She trailed off, the chilling memory of Boris Ivanov's greasy smile and predatory gaze sending a shiver down her spine. Her father, a talented carpenter, had fallen into the clutches of the ruthless moneylender, and Anya was the only bargaining chip they had left.
The carriage lurched to a halt, and a cloaked figure emerged from the dense forest bordering the road. Anya's breath hitched as she recognized the insignia stitched onto the figure's cloak – a silver wolf howling at the moon. A werewolf.
"Gregor Petrova?" the figure rasped, his voice distorted by a hood pulled low over his face.
Gregor nodded, his hand tightening around Anya's. "He is here."
Anya felt a surge of panic. Werewolves were creatures of myth and nightmare, whispered about in hushed tones around the village well. Now, she stood face-to-face with one, her future hanging by a thread.
The figure gestured towards the carriage. "Leave everything except the girl. You will not be needed."
Anya's heart hammered against her ribs. "Father?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Gregor's eyes welled up. "Stay strong, Anya. May the moon guide you." With a final, lingering touch on her hand, he stepped out of the carriage and disappeared into the shadows with the cloaked figure.
Alone and terrified, Anya watched as the carriage lurched forward, leaving her stranded on a deserted forest path. The moon, a pale sliver in the night sky, did little to pierce the oppressive darkness of the towering trees. Tears stung her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back. She had to be strong.
Suddenly, a deep growl echoed through the stillness. Anya whirled around, her heart pounding against her ribs. Two glowing orbs emerged from the undergrowth, growing closer with each passing second. A monstrous wolf, its fur the color of midnight, emerged into the clearing.
Anya screamed, her voice swallowed by the night. But the creature did not attack. Instead, it tilted its head, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling intelligence. As Anya watched, mesmerized by fear, the wolf transformed. The fur receded, replaced by the imposing figure of a man, clad in black leather.
"Do not be afraid, child," the man rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly.
Anya found her voice trembling. "Who are you?"
He held out a hand, a silver wolf pendant glinting on his finger. "Viktor Volkov, Alpha King of the Moonwood Pack."
Anya's breath hitched. The Alpha King. The most powerful werewolf in the region. And she was standing before him, alone and at his mercy.
Viktor's gaze softened slightly. "You are Anya Petrova, I presume?"
Anya could only nod, her mind reeling. What did the Alpha King want with her? Why was she brought here?
"Welcome to Moonwood, Anya," Viktor said, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Your journey has just begun."
Anya swallowed hard, the weight of Viktor's words pressing down on her. "My journey?" she echoed, her voice barely a whisper. Fear and confusion swirled in her gut, a potent cocktail that threatened to make her legs buckle beneath her.
Viktor didn't answer immediately. He turned, his broad shoulders rippling beneath the leather, and strode towards a towering structure half-obscured by the forest canopy. It was a magnificent building, constructed from a dark, polished wood that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it. The windows glowed with a warm, inviting light, offering a stark contrast to the chilling atmosphere of the forest.
Anya hesitated before following him. Part of her wanted to run, to flee back to the road and seek the dubious safety of the moneylender's clutches. But the memory of her father's stoic acceptance stayed her. He had sent her here for a reason, and Anya, despite her fear, was determined to see it through.
She squared her shoulders and took a tentative step forward. The forest floor crunched beneath her worn leather boots, the sound echoing in the silent night. With each step, her anxiety intensified. What awaited her within those looming walls? A life of servitude? Or something far more sinister?
As Anya reached the building, Viktor paused at the massive, ornately carved wooden doors. He turned and met her gaze, his face unreadable in the dim moonlight. "This is your new home, Anya," he said curtly, pushing the doors open to reveal a bustling scene.
Anya gasped. The interior of the building was a stark contrast to its dark exterior. The room was vast, with high ceilings that disappeared into the shadows and a sprawling hearth at its center, crackling with a warm, inviting fire. Around the fire, a motley crew of people congregated – some burly men with scars etched into their faces, others lithe and graceful with a predatory glint in their eyes. And some, like Anya, seemed oddly out of place – nervous and apprehensive.
Anya's eyes darted across the room, her gaze landing on a woman perched on a raised platform at the far end. She was older, perhaps in her late sixties, with silver streaks weaving through her long black hair. Her eyes, however, were the most striking feature – wise and knowing, holding the weight of countless moons. As their eyes met, the woman offered a small, knowing smile that did little to alleviate Anya's anxiety.
Viktor gestured towards the woman. "Elara," he addressed her, his voice holding a hint of respect, "This is Anya Petrova."
Elara rose from her seat, her movements surprisingly agile for her age. She moved towards Anya, her every step measured and deliberate. When she reached Anya, she extended a weathered hand. "Welcome, child," she said, her voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within Anya. "May your time with us be filled with growth and understanding."
Anya took Elara's hand hesitantly, the warmth that radiated from it a touchstone in the unsettling strangeness of her new surroundings. "I... I don't understand," Anya stammered. "Why am I here?"
Elara's smile deepened, but her eyes held a flicker of sadness. "That, child, is a story for another time." Her gaze swept across the room, landing on a young woman with fiery red hair braided tightly around her head. The woman, noticing Elara's attention, approached them quickly.
"Elara," she said, her voice laced with urgency. "There's been a development. The scouts report unusual activity near the northern border." She glanced towards Anya, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Who is this?"
Viktor cleared his throat before answering. "This is Anya Petrova. She arrives under... special circumstances."
The redhead raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across her face. "Special circumstances? Or a liability?"
Anya bristled, a spark of defiance igniting within her. She may be alone and afraid, but she wouldn't allow herself to be treated with such disrespect.
"I may not understand what's happening," Anya said, her voice ringing with newfound confidence, "but I'm not helpless. I can learn. I can contribute."
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Anya. Her unexpected outburst had momentarily shifted the dynamic. For a tense moment, even Viktor seemed surprised by her defiance.
Anya's voice hung heavy in the air, a challenge thrown into the tense silence. The fiery-haired woman, whose name Anya learned was Nadia, snorted. "Contribute? A human girl with nothing but fear in her eyes?"
Anya met Nadia's gaze head-on, her chin held high. "Fear, yes. But also determination. I can learn, I can adapt. I won't be a burden."
Viktor's lips twitched into a slight smile, the first hint of amusement Anya had seen from him. "We shall see, Anya Petrova," he rumbled. "Elara, take her under your wing. Show her the ways of the pack."
Elara nodded, her smile deepening. "Come, child," she said, her voice a soothing balm. She led Anya away from the watchful eyes of the others, their path taking them deeper into the heart of the bustling room.
As they walked, Anya stole glances at the people around her. Some, like Nadia, wore expressions of suspicion and disdain. Others, like a burly man with a thick beard and a missing ear, seemed curious, watching them pass with a neutral gaze. A young girl, no older than twelve, with bright eyes and a mop of unruly brown hair, shyly offered Anya a small, hesitant smile. Anya returned the smile, a flicker of warmth blossoming in her chest. Perhaps, amidst this pack of wary wolves, there would be an ally or two.
Elara led Anya to a quieter corner of the room, where a roaring fire cast flickering shadows on the walls. Anya sat down on a large, cushioned bench, her muscles protesting slightly at the unfamiliar comfort.
"You must be overwhelmed," Elara said, settling onto the bench beside Anya. "Being ripped from your life and brought to a place like this... it's enough to shake anyone's spirit."
Anya nodded, her throat tightening. "I don't understand. Why am I here?"
Elara's gaze softened, and for a moment, Anya saw a flicker of something akin to pity in her eyes. "There's much you don't know, child. But know this – your arrival wasn't an accident. You were brought here for a reason."
"What reason?" Anya pressed, her curiosity warring with her fear.
Elara sighed. "That, child, is a story for another time. There are things... complications, let's say, that prevent a full explanation right now." She reached out and placed a gentle hand on Anya's arm. "For now, you need to focus on learning, on adapting to your new life. Viktor has entrusted me with your care, and I assure you, you will be safe here."
Anya wasn't sure if she entirely believed Elara's words, but the woman's touch did offer a strange sense of comfort. Taking a deep breath, Anya decided to focus on the present. "What can I learn? What are my duties here?"
Elara smiled. "There's much to learn – the history of the pack, the ways of the wolves, the delicate balance between man and beast. As for duties, well, we'll see what talents you possess. Perhaps you have a knack for healing, or an aptitude for crafting. We shall find out in time." She rose from the bench, her movements graceful despite her age. "For now, I suggest you get some rest. Tomorrow will be a new day, filled with new experiences."
Eden has a lot to deal with: her job, taking care of her sick brother, and not having any savings. Then, a very rich man offers her a lot of money to pretend to be engaged to him. She agrees, even though the man, Damon, is very cold and distant. But as they spend time together, they start to like each other. And then, Eden finds out she's going to have a baby. When Damon learns about the baby, their fake engagement falls apart. Secrets come out, including a big betrayal by Damon's stepmother. Can Eden prove she's telling the truth, handle all the drama of high society, and maybe even find real love with the man who paid her to pretend?
Valerie Alan was a nobody when she married the enigmatic billionaire, only to be discarded like yesterday's news. Years later, she returns with a secret weapon – a child he never knew existed. A ruthless bargain forces them into a contract marriage, but this time, the stakes are higher. Can Valerie navigate the treacherous world of wealth and deception, or will she fall victim to his games once more?
Andrew Tate, who Is a play boy and a billionaire meets heart broken Kaira Jones who just came to drown her sorrows in a bottle of Vodka at the party,they meet for the first time at a birthday party and they were really attracted to each other which leads to a passionate and romantic kiss but it ends in a tragic way and they never meet again until life decides to bring them together in a very funny way, Andrew turns out to be the owner of the Company she was applying for, and it gets more funny when he proposes a contract marriage, would Kaira fall in love with him along the line?would she be able to love him with his flaws and the dark secret he has? Find out all you need to know in this novel.
One reckless night, architect Elle Wilder encounters an alpha she never expected: Lucian Thorne, billionaire mogul with a moonlit secret. A surprise pregnancy thrusts them into a world of hidden identities and ancient desires. As whispers of the Silvermoon Pack swirl, Lucian must shield his pack while deciphering Elle's past. She, in turn, grapples with a newfound power and the undeniable pull towards the man who changed everything. Elle must confront her own hidden power and navigate the treacherous world of the Silvermoon Pack, choosing between her fiercely independent spirit and the undeniable pull of her child's father. Lucian, torn between duty and desire, must protect his secret while deciphering the mysteries surrounding Elle and the prophecy that binds them. Will their forbidden love blossom under the moonlit sky, or will betrayal, suspicion, and ancient shadows tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of passion, danger, and an unexpected family, Elle and Lucian must embrace their destinies and choose between control and the wild song of their werewolf hearts.
Luna, scorned by the Alpha, exiled from her pack, bears the whispers of betrayal like scars. But whispers of another kind stir within her – whispers of power dormant in the blood of rejected mates, a legacy waiting to be claimed. Torn between doubt and defiance, loyalty and betrayal, Luna embarks on a perilous journey. She faces a monstrous entity lurking in the forest's depths, unravels a web of deceit within the pack, and confronts the whispers that twist memories and fuel her own shadows. But with each moonlit step, Luna's power awakens. The whispers become a chorus of defiance, her claws a conduit of lunar energy. Her rejected mate status, once a mark of shame, becomes the source of her greatest strength. When monstrous shadows devour the forbidden forest and darkness claws at the heart of her pack, Luna must choose. Will she succumb to the whispers of vengeance, forged in the crucible of rejection? Or will she embrace the moonlit power within, rising as the Moonborn leader, not despite the rejection, but empowered by it? In this thrilling tale of second chances and hidden legacies, Luna, the Alpha's rejected mate, will rewrite her destiny. She will dance with shadows, face betrayal, and claim her rightful place under the fractured moon, leading her pack into a dawn brighter than any prophecy foretold. Prepare for a journey where moonlight clashes with darkness, whispers ignite power, and a rejected mate becomes the unlikely savior of her own pack. Welcome to the rise of the Alpha's rejected mate.
Alice grew up with her adopted family. They were a pair of human servants who came from a long life of servants that have served Adam's Forefathers. After Adam became the Alpha, he was given Alice to become his mate. He refuted the union because she was a weak human. Alice after hearing this was heartbroken as she had strong feelings for the leader of the pack, thus she decides to take her life. After learning that Alice was missing, Adam became riddled with guilt and he decides to search for her not giving up until he finds her. Alice wakes up in a castle, she was saved by the Lycan king, the most powerful werewolf in the world. But there was more to him. He reveals to Alice that he is her biological father and that she is indeed a werewolf. One with a strong blood.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Broken, damaged beyond repair; that's how Katherine Isobelle would describe her marriage with Nikolai. She shouldn't have married a man who was still in the process of moving on from his first love. What's done is done. The wife returns with the divorce papers, ready to walk away from that chapter of her life, but as soon as Nikolai discovers their child's existence, he is prepared to step up and stop her from leaving.
He hates her so much but she feels so safe with him... Orla Sullivan is the seventh and last daughter of Arnold Sullivan. She is a young girl who is loathed and rejected by every member of her family. Though a Sullivan, Orla lived a solitary life until she met Callan Barlowe at an uninvited dinner in her home. Callan Barlowe is a ruthless billionaire, a man whose aura exudes dominance and agitation. He believes in working hard to make money and when he needs to relax; sleeping with high-class hoes is not an option, but a must-do for him. Marriage is not included in the list of things he has to do in life, but his mother wants him to get married at all costs. Callan's and Orla's worlds collided and now, Orla's life is about to completely veer around from worse to something more inimical because she's about to get married to Callan Barlowe; the ruthless billionaire boss who doesn't give a shit about anyone.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"