She never intended to collide with the most dangerous bad boy at her school. Already trying to stay under the radar from those ruthless werewolves, she felt different from them. Born into the most powerful pack and carrying a royal bloodline, she knew she didn't belong. She couldn't shift like they did; despite not being an omega, she was the weakest of her kind. But her real struggle was that she was blind. That fateful day marked the beginning of her suffering. She had never dreamed of her mate, convinced he would reject her upon discovering her perceived uselessness. All she had was her wolf instincts, which helped her navigate the school, pretending to be normal. No one knew her secret-no one noticed her. Until that day...
Isabella.
That day was absolutely awful, a day I would never forget. It was last week when everything spiraled out of control in the corridor next to the lockers between me and the prince, Noah Black! Hamm. Dammit. Ever since that incident, I have been hiding away in my room, pretending to be sick. My parents, bless their hearts, didn't force me to go to school. I thought it might be easier to just stay hidden, but deep down, I knew I had to let it go and face my fears. After all, I was in my senior year, and I couldn't just forget everything because of the prince Noah. That dreadful day continued to replay in my mind, tormenting me endlessly. I tried to push the memories away, but they persistently clawed their way back to the surface. The confrontation with Noah had shaken me to my core, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself and my place in the world. I couldn't fathom how someone like him, destined to rule the kingdom of werewolves, could possibly be my mate. The very idea seemed preposterous, yet there was no denying the intense connection I had felt in that moment.
Since that day, I have been suffering from relentless nightmares. They haunt me every night, replaying the events over and over in my mind-the shock of colliding with Noah, the harshness of his words, and the overwhelming sense of humiliation that followed. I toss and turn, desperate for a moment of peace, but the memories refuse to release their grip on my subconscious. Each morning, I wake up exhausted, my heart heavy with the weight of the incident. I find myself questioning my own strength, wondering if I have the courage to face Noah and the rest of the school after what transpired. The nightmares serve as a constant reminder of my vulnerability, and I fear that I may never be able to escape their hold. But deep down, I know that I cannot allow this single event to define me. I must find a way to confront my fears and reclaim my sense of self, no matter how daunting the task may seem.
Flashback-
"What the fuck! Are you fucking blind, idiot?! Watch your fucking path!" He yelled at me, and my heart raced violently in my chest. I couldn't tell if I was feeling fear or nervousness, or if it was just him-his presence, his voice, his scent-that had such a profound effect on me. I stood there, frozen in place, as his words echoed in my mind. The intensity of his anger was palpable, and I found myself shrinking under the weight of his gaze. I wanted to apologize, to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat. I was paralyzed by the realization that this man, the one I had heard so much about, the infamous prince known for his ruthless demeanor, could possibly be my mate. The thought seemed impossible, yet the undeniable connection between us was impossible to ignore. My heart pounded furiously, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
No way! He can't be my mate! The guy I had heard so much about, known for being a total jerk?! Me and him together? But he was supposed to rule the kingdom of werewolves soon! The very idea seemed absurd, like a cruel twist of fate. I had always imagined my mate to be someone kind, compassionate, and understanding-qualities that Noah Black seemed to lack entirely. How could the universe have chosen him for me? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The thought of being tied to someone so callous and unforgiving made my stomach churn with dread. I had heard the stories of his cruelty, his quick temper, and his disregard for others. He was the embodiment of everything I despised in the werewolf hierarchy, and yet, here I was, face-to-face with the possibility that he was my destined partner. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and I found myself desperately searching for any other explanation, any way to escape this terrible reality.
I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, I felt a rough hand pushing me down hard to the floor. "Are you fucking ignoring me?! I'm the strongest alpha ever! Don't you know who I am? And why the hell do I feel so mad right now? Why are my heartbeats so loud and strong?" He shouted, his voice tinged with a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine. The force of his push sent me tumbling to the ground, my body colliding with the hard surface beneath me. Pain shot through my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the shame and humiliation that washed over me. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the hallway boring into me, their whispers and snickers echoing in my ears. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and escape this nightmare. But Noah's words kept me rooted in place, his anger and confusion mirroring my own. He seemed just as perplexed by the intensity of his emotions as I was, and I couldn't help but wonder if he, too, was grappling with the possibility of our connection. But his aggression and lack of empathy only served to deepen my fear and uncertainty.
I gulped nervously, trying to crawl on the floor in a desperate attempt to stand up, but my feet betrayed me. "Move your ass now from my way!" He shouted again in an authoritative tone that left no room for disobedience. My hands scrambled against the smooth surface, seeking purchase, but my legs remained uncooperative. I could feel the heat of Noah's gaze burning into my back as I struggled to right myself, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His words cut through me like a knife, the harshness of his tone leaving no doubt as to his disdain for me. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I was trying my best, that I couldn't control the way my body was reacting. But the words lodged in my throat, choked by the fear that gripped me. I had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another person. And the fact that it was Noah, the man who could potentially be my mate, only made the situation that much more unbearable.
I cursed under my breath, feeling utterly humiliated. He hollered back, "What the hell did you just say?" His voice was like thunder, reverberating through the hallway and making me flinch. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was being subjected to such cruelty in front of my peers. I wanted to stand up for myself, to tell him off and put him in his place. But the words that came out of my mouth were barely audible, a feeble attempt at defiance. "I said I'm trying to get up. Just go." My voice trembled as I spoke, betraying the fear and vulnerability that consumed me. I hated myself for showing such weakness in front of him, for letting him see just how much his actions affected me. But I couldn't help it. The humiliation was too much to bear, and all I wanted was for him to leave me alone, to let me escape this horrible situation and never look back.
In an instant, he yanked me by my hair and slammed my back against the locker, forcing me to face him. "Look at me now," he commanded. But seriously? I couldn't! It felt impossible! I wanted to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. The pain that shot through my scalp as he gripped my hair was nothing compared to the terror that gripped my heart. I could feel the cold metal of the locker pressing into my back, the hard edges digging into my skin. His face was mere inches from mine, his breath hot against my cheek. I wanted to look away, to avert my gaze and escape the intensity of his stare. But I couldn't. It was as if his eyes had locked onto mine, holding me captive in their depths. I could see the anger and confusion swirling within them, the same emotions that I was grappling with myself. But there was something else there too, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was almost as if he was searching for answers, trying to understand the connection between us just as much as I was.
He huffed in annoyance and said, "You make me angry! My heart is- Why the fuck don't you look at me right now? Are you afraid?" His words were laced with frustration and something else, something that I couldn't quite identify. It was as if he was struggling to come to terms with his own emotions, just as I was. But his anger and aggression made it impossible for me to see past the surface, to understand what was truly going on inside his head. I could feel my own heart racing, pounding against my ribcage as if it were trying to escape. I wanted to tell him the truth, to confess my blindness and put an end to this nightmare. But the words caught in my throat, trapped by the fear that consumed me. I was terrified of what he would do, of how he would react if he knew the truth about me. So I did the only thing I could. I sealed my eyes shut and sighed deeply, "I'm blind!"
**End of flashback-**
When the infamous mafia boss Vincenzo Moretti is assassinated on his wedding day, chaos descends upon the world he built. His young widow, Elena, and her daughter, Alessia, are left vulnerable and alone, thrust into the dangerous shadows of the criminal underworld. But protection comes from an unlikely source-**Luca Moretti**, the new mafia king and Vincenzo's cold, calculating son. Luca is a man hardened by loss, power, and the weight of his father's legacy. When he takes Elena and Alessia into his estate, it's not out of kindness-it's out of duty. Alessia, however, is no stranger to judgment. Luca sees her as nothing but a gold-digger, a parasite feeding off his late father's wealth. But Alessia refuses to cower under his sharp gaze, and their fiery clashes ignite a tension neither of them can ignore. As Luca hunts the enemies who killed his father, he finds himself distracted by the one woman he shouldn't want. Alessia is everything forbidden-his step-sister by marriage and a symbol of a past he resents. But the more he tries to push her away, the deeper he falls into her orbit. Alessia, meanwhile, is drawn into a world of betrayal, danger, and impossible choices. When a wealthy and charming suitor offers her a way out of the mafia's deadly grasp, she is torn between the promise of safety and the magnetic pull of Luca's dark, dangerous love. In a world where loyalty is everything and love is a liability, Luca and Alessia must face their deepest fears and darkest desires. But as enemies close in and secrets unravel, will their forbidden bond survive the firestorm-or destroy them both? Love. Power. Betrayal. In the end, nothing is off-limits when the heart is on the line.
Amelia Hart's wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Dressed in a gown fit for a fairy tale and poised to marry Ethan Cole, the billionaire tech mogul every woman dreams of, she has everything she's ever been told she should want. But as she stares at her reflection-a stranger in a dazzling white cage-she can't ignore the truth clawing at her chest: she doesn't love him. With the weight of expectations, family pressure, and a room full of glittering guests waiting for her grand entrance, Amelia makes the decision to do the unthinkable-run.
Trigger Warning: This novel contains themes of sexual violence, abuse, and manipulation that may be distressing to some readers. Carla never dreamed of becoming the Luna, but when the ruthless Alpha King claimed her as his mate, she was thrust into a life of power, pain, and impossible expectations. To secure her place as Queen, she must accomplish one task: conceive an heir within the next twelve months. Failure means a fate worse than death-being discarded as a slave, handed over to the warriors for their pleasure. But there's one devastating problem: the Alpha King is infertile. Desperate to survive, Carla turns to the Beta-the only man who shows her kindness-and seduces him into her bed. As their forbidden affair ignites, Carla concocts a bold and dangerous plan: if the Beta kills the Alpha, they can be together, and she can finally claim the freedom she craves. Yet in the tangled web of lies, lust, and betrayal, Carla begins to question her own heart. Does she truly love the Beta, or is he just a pawn in her carefully crafted scheme? And as the walls close in, will she sacrifice him, herself, or the kingdom for the chance to be with her true mate?
Aria never wanted to marry Kael, the arrogant playboy her father forced her to accept as her fiancé. But Kael had his own twisted motives-he only wanted her because she was the one girl who refused him. When Aria rejected his demand to sleep with him a week before their wedding, Kael tried to take what he wanted by force. His drunken pursuit ended in tragedy when he was struck by a car, leaving Aria caught in the crossfire of blame. Zander, Kael's elder brother and the soon-to-be Alpha King, believed Aria was responsible for his brother's death-and promiscuous to boot. To prevent war between their packs, Zander agreed to marry her, but only for revenge. His plan? Ruin Aria's life for a year, then cast her aside and divorce her. But Zander's scheme begins to unravel when his ex-best friend Asher returns, determined to take Aria for himself. As secrets from the past resurface, Zander discovers betrayal, lies, and truths he never wanted to face. Was Aria truly guilty, or was she just another pawn in a deadly game of power and revenge? Asher laugh and say, "You're a fool; she never wanted to come. I told her you were with Lyra, so she came. And now I've achieved my goal: I ruined your marriage." Zander feel foolish, asking, "But why? I never did anything to you! You were my best friend. I should have killed you when you slept with my ex fiancée, Lyra!" Asher respond, "You knew I loved her, but you stole Lyra from me. She was my true mate, but she refused to marry me because you were soon to be the Alpha King! She never loved you. She loved me but wanted to be the queen of werewolves; that's all." Zander would realize how foolish he was. Yet, he still believed Aria wasn't innocent because she slept with his deceased brother before the wedding.
She spent eighteen years in an orphanage, but it was time to get out. According to the orphanage rules, once a child reaches legal age, they must depend on themselves. Celine didn't know what to do; luckily, she met her savior that day. If only she had known what she was getting herself into, she would never have gone with him. Celine found herself caught in a life of addiction, living in his house, where he was ready to sell her organs to get his fix. To save her life, she had to help him sell drugs. Her innocence became a liability. Soon, she found herself targeted by the king's men-kidnapped, bound, and tortured for selling drugs without their permission. But sometimes, what we fear the most might turn out to be the best for us. Celine found herself trapped in the king's palace, drowning in his love and married to him by force.
"Please, let me go," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears and her voice shaking with fear. Struggling to breathe, she felt trapped in his overwhelming embrace. He ignored her pleas, seemingly unaware of the pain he was causing, driven by jealousy that clouded his judgment. With all her strength, she pushed against him, desperate for even a moment of freedom. But he held her down, his voice low and threatening as he said, "No, I want you now." In that moment, everything changed for her. She was his younger brother's fiancée, and this encounter marked the beginning of a dark path. In an instant, her innocence was shattered, but she would eventually seek justice.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
"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!
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?"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.