Rhea is a hybrid type werewolf: elf-werewolf, a blend of werewolf and elf. Legends say elf-werewolves possess a unique allure over male and are destined to have multiple fated mates. In ancient times, a renowned Alpha once defied the objections of his pack members to be with his fated mate, an elf-werewolf, and they lived a peaceful, joyful life-until she encountered another fated mate, the Rogue King. The Rogue King was the Alpha's half-brother, exiled after a bitter power struggle for the Alpha title and eventually leading his own outlawed rogue wolfpack. Captivated by his wild nature, the elf-werewolf betrayed her husband by revealing vital wolfpack secrets to the Rogue King, leading to her husband's defeat and the downfall of their pack. Since then, elf-werewolves have been deemed ill-fated, perpetually distrusted by their mates, and rarely treated as equals. Even when they met their fated mate, suspicion often overshadowed their bond, making trust nearly impossible. In ancient werewolf societies, elf-werewolves were forbidden from holding high-ranking positions and relegated to low-status Omega roles, subjected to longstanding prejudice and disdain. However, the Moon Goddess, in closing one door for elf-werewolves, opened another. All elf-werewolves were gifted with the rare ability to restore and assess the authenticity of sacred werewolf artifacts-items believed to carry the Moon Goddess's power, able to bolster a pack's strength and enhance an Alpha's mental resilience. Over time, many sacred artifacts were damaged or lost in wars, making the remaining ones highly coveted by great Alphas. A mature market for these artifacts arose, where more ancient and intact relics commanded immense value. When damaged, artifacts lost potency, but skilled restoration could renew much of their power and worth. As their talents were increasingly recognized, elf-werewolves gained more economic power and found their skills in high demand. Their sharp discernment allowed them to distinguish genuine artifacts from counterfeits, and this role elevated their social and financial status over time. In modern society, thanks to movements toward equality, elf-werewolves gained the opportunity to pursue higher education and professional work. Yet many traditional wolfpacks still harboured biases against elf-werewolves, preferring marriages that preserved "pure" werewolf lineage. Rhea inherited her rare silver elf-werewolf hybrid form from her grandfather, granting her an elite gift for artifact restoration, a skill considered unparalleled worldwide. She and Patrick had been married in secret for three years, and although his wolf instinctively recognized her as his fated mate, he had yet to mark her. Patrick's father, the Alpha of Fabian Wolfpack was determined to drive her away, constantly pushing Patrick to rekindle things with his ex-girlfriend, the daughter of a rich Alpha with pure blood. Due to the damning legend, Patrick, despite his love for Rhea, struggled with doubt. Knowing she would likely have more fated mates, he couldn't fully believe she could ever be wholly devoted to him. Even as his wolf spirit claimed her as his fated mate, he feared it might already be too late. Because he thought before their marriage, Rhea has met another fated mate, Christopher. Patrick was torn-unable to let her go, yet reluctant to fully trust her loyalty. Rhea, meanwhile, was convinced Patrick's heart still belonged to his ex. Adding to her anguish was the disdain she felt from Patrick's father, who looked down on her elf-werewolf heritage.
After an intense moment of passion, Rhea Seehorn lay in Patrick Fabian's arms, her body glistening with sweat. For once, Patrick didn't immediately slip away to the shower. Instead, he held her tightly from behind, with an intensity that made her feel as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one.
Rhea felt herself melt into his embrace, her heart unexpectedly light and filled with excitement, tension, and a hint of sadness. It had been three years since their wedding, yet this was the first time he had ever held her like this.
For the first time, she felt truly loved.
Her heart raced, beating wildly, as if a caged bird inside her chest had been set free. She slowly turned around to face him, hugging him back with all her strength. A pure, sweet smile spread across her face as if she had embraced the whole world.
They stayed like that, entwined in silence.
Finally, Patrick released her, sat up, and pulled on his clothes. He took a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, and inhaled deeply. His sharp features blurred in the haze of smoke, hiding any hint of emotion. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the cigarette burning dangerously close to his fingers.
Rhea cleared her throat softly. "Didn't you quit smoking?"
Patrick stubbed out the cigarette, his deep gaze locked on hers. After a few seconds, he broke the silence. "Rhea, let's end this."
The words struck her like lightning on a clear day.
Rhea froze, feeling her heart turn cold and brittle, shattering into pieces. Her face went pale as she looked at him in disbelief, her voice shaking.
"Did I... do something wrong?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"Amy's back. I'm sorry."
Amy Adams-his ex.
A knife twisted in Rhea's heart. She and Patrick were fated mates, bound by destiny. But three years of being by his side, sharing every moment, couldn't compare to the shadow of the woman who had now returned.
Being a fated mate didn't matter; her wolf form was that of an elf-wolf, and that was her original sin. Elf-werewolves, a blend of werewolf and elven blood, were rumoured to have the power to allure men.
Their destiny often involved multiple fated mates. Long ago, a powerful Alpha had defied his pack members to marry his elf-werewolf fated mate, and they had lived peacefully-until she met her second fated mate, the Rogue King, the Alpha's half-brother. In a tragic betrayal, she handed the Rogue King crucial pack secrets, leading to the Alpha's defeat and the fall of the pack.
Since then, elf-werewolves had been regarded as an omen of misfortune, never trusted fully by their mates, even if they were fated mates. They were relegated to lower positions within the pack, often taking on the role of an Omega.
Rhea had always sensed that Patrick was drawn to her body, yet she never felt his love. Perhaps he had never truly seen her as a lifelong mate. His heart had always belonged to Amy, a woman from a pure blood rich wolfpack as he is. No wonder that, in all their time together, despite his passion, he had held back from marking her as his.
Her heart sank, defeated and sorrowful. Rhea bit her lip, her body stiff and cold.
With trembling hands, she slipped on her clothes and moved to leave the bed.
Patrick caught her by the shoulder, his voice gentle.
"Where are you going?"
Rhea forced back her tears. "To make breakfast."
"Let me do it today." His voice was low, almost tender.
Rhea managed a quiet nod, lying back and pulling the covers over her damp eyes.
When he left the room, she stumbled into the bathroom, unable to hold back the flood of tears. They fell like broken beads, refusing to stop. She hadn't known that loving someone could hurt this much, like he had taken a piece of her heart with him, leaving only raw pain.
Time passed in a haze until Patrick called for her to come downstairs.
She splashed cold water on her face, again and again, but her eyes remained red, swollen with grief.
When she came down, she saw Patrick waiting for her in the dining room. Dressed in a tailored suit, his tall frame and refined air radiated authority, befitting the future Alpha of the Fabian Wolfpack, one of richest wolfpacks in the country. Just standing there, he commanded attention.
Rhea silently took her seat.
He leaned closer, noticing her red eyes.
His gaze softened. "Have you been crying?"
Rhea tilted her head, forcing a weak smile.
"I got face wash in my eyes. It'll go away soon."
"Be careful next time. Let's eat." He sat beside her; his tone soft.
Rhea took the fork from him, her eyes falling to his well-shaped hands.
She had never felt so sorrowful over a meal in her life.
Afterward, she rose from her seat, barely whispering, "I'm going to pack my things."
Patrick's hand tightened briefly around his fork.
"No rush."
She gave him a bitter smile. If it had come to this, wasn't it better to leave on her own than to be thrown out?
Upstairs, she packed her belongings piece by piece, the weight of each item a reminder of her shattered heart. Hours later, she zipped her suitcase and headed downstairs.
Patrick stepped forward, reaching for her bag.
"Let me do it for you."
"No, I've got it." Rhea straightened her spine, holding her suitcase as she walked to the door.
She paused to take in the familiar flowers and trees, the memories flooding back. She had loved him, wholly and fiercely, for three years.
Love, companionship, intimacy-none of it mattered now.
It was time to let go.
At the front door, a car awaited. Patrick handed her a check. "Thank you for being with me these past three years."
Rhea stood still, uncertain if she should accept it.
Patrick pressed the check into her suitcase.
"Take it. You'll need it."
She answered softly, "Okay."
Lifting her gaze, she took one last look at his lips, his high nose, his handsome face.
Someday, she thought, she would stop loving him. Maybe it would take three years, ten years, or a lifetime.
Patrick held her gaze for a moment, then pulled her into a fierce embrace. His face calm, but his eyes tumultuous.
"If you ever need anything, call me."
Tears threatened again, but she swallowed them back.
"Alright."
"I wasn't well the past two years. I know my temper was hard to bear."
"It's alright."
"Take care of yourself."
"You too." Rhea raised her arms and hugged him back as if it were a final farewell.
Then, she let go.
Pushing him away gently, she brushed her tears, grabbed her suitcase, and turned to leave.
After a few steps, she heard Patrick's voice.
"Who is Christopher?"
Her heart skipped a beat, her steps faltering.
Memories long buried surfaced, crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He spoke again, his voice softer.
"He must be important to you. I'm sorry I kept you for three years. I hope you find happiness."
Isabella Anderson's life was turned upside down by a single sentence from her doctor: "Miss Isabella Anderson, you are pregnant." The shocking news left her utterly bewildered. Despite being nineteen, she had never been intimate with any man. Even more incredible was that the lab results showed she was already four months pregnant. The doctor informed her that due to her physical condition, she couldn't undergo an abortion and would have to carry the baby to term. Returning home, Isabella's father, Lucas Anderson, was furious. Rumors spread rapidly, and everyone began mocking her. Speculation arose that the Mitchell family, her fiancé's family, would undoubtedly call off the engagement. As everyone awaited the Mitchell family's response, her fiancé, Dylan Mitchell, unexpectedly appeared at the Anderson household. Seeing Isabella's swollen belly and her unattractive appearance, Dylan angrily declared that although he loathed Isabella, he wouldn't call off the engagement if the baby could be given away after birth. Isabella, moving from confusion to reluctant acceptance of reality, had already developed feelings for her child after feeling its heartbeat. She firmly refused to give up the baby or allow the engagement to be called off. At that moment, her baby decided to come early, and she went into labor amid the chaos. **Five Years Later** "Mommy, wake up, the plane is taxiing!" Isabella was awakened by her daughter Amelia's voice as they returned from abroad. Over the past five years, Isabella was no longer the overweight and unattractive girl she once was. She had become slim, exuding an exceptional charm, and now stood out as a stunning beauty. She informed Amelia that their return was primarily to handle the annulment of her engagement with the Mitchell family, but her most important mission was to find her other child, who had been taken away by force. Just after stepping off the plane, Isabella received a call informing her that Asher Perez, the head of the most powerful family, was gathering information about her worldwide. Isabella had a secret identity: she was the world's top surgeon, and Asher wanted to find her to cure his family member's illness. However, Isabella was not concerned about this; her priority was to find her son and avoid getting entangled in the affairs of powerful families. As she left the airport, Isabella unexpectedly ran into her former fiancé, Dylan. Dylan did not recognize the slimmed-down Isabella and flirtatiously approached her. Isabella gave him a cold glance and walked away with Amelia. Upon returning to her home country, Isabella checked into a luxurious hotel owned by the Perez Group. Unexpectedly, she encountered a little boy, Charles Perez, and mistook him for her daughter. It turned out that Charles was Asher Perez's son. Seeing their interaction, Asher mistakenly believed Isabella was trying to use Charles to get close to him. Their meeting was disastrous, and at this point, Asher had no idea that the beautiful woman was the top surgeon he had been desperately searching for.
In her past life, Olivia Smith was forced into mate with Aiden Brown, the illegitimate son of the Brown Wolfpack Alpha and his mistress. Yet Aiden's heart belonged to his fated mate and childhood sweetheart, Mia. No matter how much Olivia sacrificed, Aiden never returned her affection. Her unwavering loyalty was met with betrayal, humiliation, and ultimately death from her husband and son. But fate had other plans. Olivia was given a second chance, waking up at the beginning of her disastrous marriage. This time, she vowed to change everything. She wouldn't play the victim again. Revenge would be her weapon. But apart from Aiden and Mia, standing in her way was Aria Smith, her half-sister. Aria had been jealous of Olivia's medical skill and beaty since childhood. She tried everything she could to hurt Olivia. Once Aria saved Alexander Clark, the future Alpha of Clark Wolfpack-the most powerful pack on the continent. To repay her, Alexander promised Aria he would take her as his chosen mate though his wolf had no feeling for her. In her previous life, Aria married Alexander and used her new status to torment Olivia. Now reborn, Olivia swore to stop Aria from becoming Alexander's chosen mate. At first, Alexander saw Olivia as nothing more than a passing distraction. His wolf reacted uncontrollably in her presence, burning with a desire he couldn't understand. Yet, to Alexander, Olivia was simply a plaything-a beautiful toy to satisfy his urges. His teasing and indifference pushed Olivia to keep her distance. But as their paths crossed again and again, Alexander found himself drawn to Olivia's quiet strength and intelligence. What began as lust turned into something far more dangerous-an obsession. Alexander showered Olivia with lavish gifts, from gold bars to personal guards, as he tried to inch closer to her. In a twist of fate, Olivia's medical skills saved William, the younger brother of Clark Wolfpack Luna, William. William was Alexander's uncle and also his best friend. After that, Olivia earned her the respect of the Clark Wolfpack and William's heart. Luna Isabella, Alexander's mother, took Olivia in as her adopted daughter, further solidifying Olivia's standing within the city. Slowly but surely, Alexander's feelings began to shift. His teasing turned protective, and his gaze lingered longer than it should. No one, not even Aria, was allowed to lay a finger on Olivia. But as his devotion grew, so did his doubts. Could it really have been Aria who saved him? Or had she stolen Olivia's credit? After all, Olivia's wolf inherited the Smith Wolfpack's medical abilities-Aria didn't even know how basic medical knowledge. Still, Olivia remembered the pain of her past life. To her, Alexander's affection felt more like possession-a new kind of prison. But Olivia wasn't naĂŻve. She knew Alexander was a powerful piece on the chessboard of revenge. To take down Aiden, Mia, and Aria, she needed him. As Olivia and Alexander's lives became more entangled, their relationship teetered on a razor's edge-caught between passion and power, hatred and longing. When the truth about Olivia's role in saving Alexander finally begins to surface, the question remains-how will Olivia face his love? And with William's growing affection for her, will she find herself trapped between two powerful men, each vying for her heart and loyalty? In this gripping tale of love, revenge, and redemption, Olivia and Alexander's fates intertwine beneath the moonlight, where every secret revealed brings them closer to the edge.
"Tell me, why do you have to marry me?" "Because I love you, of course." Olive spoke sweet words, but there was not a trace of affection in her cold eyes. Vincent Stone, Alpha of the Stone Wolfpack, sneered. No one in this world dared to treat him, Vincent, as prey; what audacity. Little did Vincent expect that the day after Olive's proposal was rejected him, she watched as he walked past her with his future mate, without even glancing at him. Vincent was immediately irritated: Is this how much she loves me?! ****** “Is it worth it, Olive?” Sydney’s voice cracked with emotion, her heart aching for Olive. Of course, it was worth it, Olive thought. Since the moment her mother, Alana, was driven to suicide by Ivy and Finley, she no longer lived for herself. Besides, the marriage alliance between Stone Wolfpack and Davis Wolfpack was originally meant for her. She was merely reclaiming what was rightfully hers.
The South Continent elite circle knew that Ethan Myers, esteemed and unapproachable, had a chosen mate from North Continent whom he hadn't even met. Rumor had it that she was the Alpha of Myers Wolfpack, Ethan Myers' grandfather Brandon Myers' arranged chosen mate. North Continent and South Continent were worlds apart in development. Hence, the young elites lamented and the socialites were envious: Myers Wolfpack's Future Alpha was actually paired with a country bumpkin from North Continent? It was simply squandering a rare opportunity! Moreover, everyone knew Ethan Myers was ruthless and aloof, untouched by the allure of many beautiful female werewolves. How could he possibly accept an arranged marriage, especially with a country bumpkin chosen mate? So, everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of this North Continent chosen mate in South Continent, only to see her rejected by Ethan and sent back to North Continent in disgrace. **** No one knew that Ethan Myers, the usually aloof and pristine future Alpha of the Myers Wolfpack, had been experiencing intensely passionate dreams with a woman every night for the past year. The woman in his dreams was soft and delicate, with an indescribably pleasant fragrance. Whenever she was beneath him, she would look up at him with tearful, cat-like eyes, almost crying yet not quite, making him break his usual restraint again and again. Each night, the dream's setting and his identity would change. Sometimes he was a general, and she was his lady. Other times he was a powerful warlord, and she was his concubine. Upon waking, his inner wolf would insist that this woman was his fated mate, destined to be with him through countless lifetimes. Unfortunately, he could never clearly see her face in his dreams, only catching her surname—Miss Roberts. He swore to find the woman who disturbed his dreams, for if he didn't, both he and his wolf would go mad. However, before he could find her, a car accident left him blind and crippled, unable to shift into his wolf form, and stripped of his right to lead the wolfpack. **** Juliana Roberts had a secret. For the past year, she had been entangled with a man in her dreams every night. At first, she thought it was just a phase, something to do with her hormonal cycle, and that it would pass in a few days. But the dreams persisted, night after night, and always with the same man. Fortunately, the man was handsome, well-built, and matched her tastes perfectly in every way. Juliana didn’t mind; she even got used to it. After all, it was like having a boyfriend she could only meet in her dreams. Before Juliana' s grandfather died, he told her that she has a marriage agreement to the grandson of the Alpha of the Myers Wolfpack in South Continent. He urged her to flee to South Continent for protection; otherwise, her uncle and aunt would marry her off to a local tyrant in exchange for wealth and power. After a perilous journey, she arrived at the Myers Wolfpack, only to find that her fiancé was blind and disabled. Furthermore, he had lost his inheritance rights because he couldn't transform into his wolf. However, under her meticulous care, Ethan Myers' condition started to improve remarkably, leading them to suspect that they were not just chosen mates, but fated mates. Moreover, Ethan bore a striking resemblance to the man in her dreams, making their destined union even more enigmatic.
Everly, the adopted daughter of the Howard family, was Gavin’s little shadow. She followed him from childhood until the age of twenty-four, until she overheard him say— "She’s just the adopted daughter of the Howard family. How could I truly care about her? People like us need to marry within our own social class." After Everly disappeared completely, Gavin searched everywhere for her but could never find her again. When they met again, he saw her walk towards him holding the hand of the young and handsome billionaire, Aiden, her face lit with a bright smile. Gavin grabbed her, his eyes red as he asked, “Everly, do you still want me...?” Before Everly could respond, Aiden, standing beside her, glanced over with a lazy smile, his Adam's apple moving slightly, “Gavin, if you don't want to spend the night in jail, I suggest you let go of my wife’s wrist.” Everly’s Perspective: Marriage Before Love Aiden’s Perspective: Years of Secret Admiration Come True The person who cherishes you may arrive late, but they will come for sure.
Jacob was notoriously reckless in the circle. Everyone thought he was in it for the physical, not the emotional. Until one day, a video surfaced. In the video, Jacob, like a devout believer, held a woman's slender wrist tightly, his eyes filled with fervor and tenderness. His voice was low and husky, "Quinn, please look at me..." **** As Quinn entered, Jacob emerged from the bathroom, a loosely tied towel around his waist. Water dripped from his hair, tracing down his collarbone before disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural, lazy sensuality. Seeing Quinn, Jacob's lips curved into a slight smile, showing no embarrassment from being caught in bed by his new wife. "Why is it you?" **** Patrick handed him a glass of red wine. "Since you're married to Quinn now, you should take good care of her. She appears strong on the outside but is quite fragile inside." Jacob accepted the wine and raised an eyebrow. "You know exactly why I married her, don't you?"
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
“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.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?