werewolf

  Banished and shamed, Anna's world shatters when her mate rejects her, discovering she carries a child not from his blood, a pup that tarnishes the formidable Ashworth name. Cast out from her clan into the brutal wilderness, hope flickers when a powerful, enigmatic alpha takes her in, offering sanctuary and a new beginning. But the scent of betrayal lingers, and her former alpha's wrath burns hot. He returns, determined to reclaim what he believes is his, threatening to rip apart the fragile peace Anna has found. Can she protect her child and her heart when two alphas clash over her fate?"

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns. Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner. Her pack is erased from history. Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears. The Crimson Crescent. The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings. Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood. Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill. But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds. As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice. Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone. It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

Their wolves know the truth. Their hearts feel it. Their minds refuse to believe it. Eric believes he’s cursed, his wolf buried so deep it barely exists. Sera believes she’s human, her wolf dormant to protect her life. He doesn’t know she’s his mate. She thinks he is an insane pervert. But the pull between them is undeniable—dangerous, burning, wrong… and yet impossibly right. When Eric is forced to mate the girl born on the night of the Blood Moon to break his curse, he shatters the fragile bond neither of them understands. And losing Sera almost destroys him. Now their wolves stir in the dark, desperate to reunite. If they awaken, they’ll find each other. If they don’t… they’ll lose the only love fate ever intended for them. From the author who brought you: 1. The Vampire's Luna 2. Undressed by his Arrogance 3. Defying the Rogue Alpha

One disgraceful public orgasm, and one classic assistance from Truck-kun… Instant transmigration straight into hell… or heaven? I died escaping from the most embarrassing moment of my modern life only to wake up as the disgraced Luna of a mighty kingdom. Powerless, despised, and mated to five scorching-hot, brutally possessive Alphas who loathe my very existence. Oh, and the original Luna? She cursed their... ahem... manhood back in their teens, locking them into years of aching, frustrated celibacy. No sexual release for them ever unless it was with her… now me. Armed with a sassy System that’s equal parts helpful and snarky, a virgin body hiding an experienced soul, I will flip the script, reclaim my power, and tease these frustrated Alphas until they beg, and turn their burning obsessive hate into scorching passion. Comedy, chaos, steamy reverse harem spice, and revenge. Who said dying couldn't be the start of the hottest second life ever? Even if I have to prevent a second death…

Killed during a brutal attack on his pack, Damien Grant, the fierce Alpha King who had spent his life fighting, lies dying, haunted by a single regret: in the end, who protects an Alpha? Who fights for him? With his final breath, he wishes for rebirth as an ordinary man, someone fragile enough to be cherished and shielded from the world's cruelty. His wish is granted in the most unexpected way. He awakens in the body of Damian Grant, a sensitive high school teenage boy, openly gay, relentlessly bullied for it, and driven to end his own life in despair. Now trapped in this vulnerable human form, the Alpha understands the true meaning of truly being helpless. However, everything changes when he catches the eye of Zayn Hale, the school's star athlete. Zayn is drawn inexplicably to the quiet new boy. But he's scared to make a move. He watches from a distance, unsure if he should intervene or not. When he finally decides to, it seems Damian had already found his Knight. Now the Alpha must choose between Ethan Brown, the knight who had stepped up to save him, or the school's heartthrob, Zayn Hale.

ESTHER DALE is a Billionaire popularly known as MA'AM is betrayed by her husband whom she trusted with her treasures,unknown to her that BAZ(her husband) had been secretly stealing from her wealth to build his own business empire. Reality stunned her imagination as Cleve who was also betrayed by a friend becomes the manager of Esther Dale business empire from A house boy. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, one question remains: Will Cleve rise to billionaire status while securing Esther Dale treasure or will Baz destroy them both?

My name is Lena, and until last week, my biggest worry was the late return fees at the library where I work. I was ordinary, invisible, and I liked it that way. Then a pack of rogue werewolves attacked me in a dark alley, and two monsters saved my life—or so I thought. The first was Caspian, a vampire prince carved from ice and centuries of solitude. His gaze held no warmth, yet when he looked at me, something ancient and hungry flickered in his eyes. The second was Kael, the Alpha of the Northern pack, all burning muscles and wild possessiveness. He took one sniff of my skin and declared me his “mate” without a second thought. Now I’m caught between a cold, opulent castle and a warm, chaotic pack territory. Caspian’s touch sends shivers down my spine, while Kael’s fierce protection makes me feel safe for the first time in years. They are sworn enemies, bound by a blood feud older than any city, yet both refuse to let me go. But the real danger isn’t their rivalry. Strange things are happening to my body—I can hear thoughts, heal faster, and the full moon sings to my blood. I’m not just a human caught between two worlds. I am the last of the Hybrid Blood, a forgotten lineage that could either unite the species or destroy them all. And the one who controls me, controls the night.

In a ruthless werewolf world, rogue Liana hides a forbidden gift: healing any wound with a touch. Branded as dark sorcery, she was banished at fifteen and has run ever since. When she strays into Alpharidge territory, Prince Adrian—the future Alpha—captures her. Their eyes meet, and the mate bond explodes: she's his fated Luna. For once, someone looks at her with desire, not fear. But her power has a deadly secret. Every healing drains her soul, awakening a shadowy darkness that could destroy her mate and his entire pack. Will Adrian reject her when the truth emerges? Or can their bond fight the curse turning the healer into destruction? What happens when saving lives awakens pure evil?

Leila’s life was simple—filled with her pack’s laughter, the joyous sounds of children at play, and the quiet rhythm of loyalty and love. She never expected danger to come from within the forest, or that a routine day could spiral into a nightmare. When a child goes missing, Leila ventures deep into the woods, only to find herself hunted by ruthless wolves without allegiance—wolves that kill for sport. Just as death seems certain, he appears: Dominic, the cursed alpha. A figure of legend, a name spoken with terror, and a wolf said to bring ruin to all who cross him. Dominic’s presence is both terrifying and magnetic, a force that makes her heart pound with fear and fascination alike. With his intervention, the rogue wolves are driven away—but the encounter leaves Leila marked by a destiny she cannot escape.

Hunted by fate. Broken by betrayal. Chosen by destiny. After years of cruelty at the hands of her stepfamily, Lyra escapes, desperate for freedom. But her flight leads her straight into the clutches of ruthless rogues and into the path of Alpha Kael of the Shadowfang Pack, the mate the Moon Goddess chose for her. Only… Kael rejects her. Cast aside and forced to serve his lover Ari, Lyra’s spirit should have shattered. Yet fate refuses to be denied. When she’s sold to Alpha Ryland of the Silverclaw Pack, the kingdom’s most powerful ruler, her life takes an unexpected turn. Ryland’s kindness feels like healing… until the night he claims her as his fated mate, and a third bond ignites. Lyra is tied to three rival alphas. A connection forbidden by tradition. A love that could burn the world. Kael’s fire awakens her primal side. Ryland’s gentleness mends what’s broken. Eren’s steadiness anchors her heart. But Lyra’s tangled bonds are only the beginning. When she uncovers the truth about her bloodline, descendants of the Moonborn, the first wolves and the dark secret linking Kael and Ryland to her parents’ murder, the fragile threads of destiny begin to unravel. Now, Lyra must choose: Follow her heart… or embrace the power that could destroy them all.

Selara is a Luna like no other—calm, untouchable, and immune to the pull of the mate bond that binds every wolf in the valley. So when Alpha Draven publicly rejects her and chooses another Luna, the pack expects her to crumble. But the bond has already marked her… and yet, she feels nothing. Defiant. Silent. Unyielding. Selara refuses to be claimed, even as Draven’s obsession grows with every passing day. The Alpha who is feared by all cannot control the one mate who refuses him, and the tension between them ignites a dangerous game of power, pride, and desire. As secrets unfold, alliances shift, and the full strength of the pack threatens to pull them apart, Selara and Draven will discover that sometimes, the bond doesn’t just mark the body—it marks the heart. Enemies. Obsessed. Bonded. But only one will truly hold power in the end.

In a werewolf pack that despised weakness, Aphrodite learned to survive by staying quiet, keeping her head down, and enduring cruelty in silence. The Alpha heirs hated her. The future Beta and Gamma made her life unbearable. When she finally breaks and seeks freedom at the Moon Goddess temple, she does not find release. She finds truth. Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate. The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all. As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path. Love does not come in one form. Neither does power. In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected. Not a queen. But the axis upon which the world turns.

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.

Sold to the father. Fated to the sons. Desired by all three. Amaris Storme was sent as an arranged mate, a peace offering to a cold, grieving Alpha who refuses to touch her. But the moment she steps into his territory, everything goes wrong. Because the bond doesn’t choose him. It chooses his heirs. One twin wants her out of spite. One twin wants her but cannot claim her. The father wants nothing, until he wants everything. Father and sons are driven onto opposite sides, each pulled toward the same woman they should not want. Old wounds reopen and the pack begins to split from the inside out with Amaris at the center of the storm. She was never meant to belong to them all. Now none of them are willing to let her go. Three Alpha wolves. One forbidden bond.

The night Kael survived the hunt should have been the night he died. Marked by a force no one fully understands, Kael returns from the mission changed; touched by the Moon, yet tethered to something far older and far more dangerous. The Conclave calls it a blessing. The veterans call it a curse. Kael calls it control. In a world where humanity lives on the edge of two cosmic forces. Hunters are sent into the dark to contain the Pale Reach—an unknowable force that twists beasts, breaks minds, and devours the unprepared. Power is survival. Emotion is weakness. And Kael has built his life on being unbreakable. Cold. Precise. Disciplined. But the Moon does not grant power freely. The stronger Kael becomes, the louder the whispers from the Pale Reach grow. To resist it, he must resonate with the Moon. As threats escalate beyond anything the Order has recorded, Kael finds himself standing at the fault line between two worlds, the silent pull of the Moon and the all consuming hunger of the Reach. Hunters begin to fail. Cities begin to fall. And something ancient is awakening. Kael was trained to eliminate monsters. Now he must decide whether he will become the very thing he hunts or become something entirely new. Because the Moon does not choose the worthy. It chooses the necessary.

Vegetta, a strong and smart guy, but with bad luck; he wishes satisfy his thirst for power, he joins to the pack "Lobos Nocturnos", where a betrayal is about to be unleashed in the pack without anyone noticing it. Vegetta joins to the search group for obtain a very powerfull thing, the betrayer wouldn't pass up the oprtunity.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."