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In Love With Supposed Enemy

In Love With Supposed Enemy

On the night Layla was sent away by her cruel aunt, she was abducted and captured by the Vampires in Danic Castle, one of the most deadly places ever. Layla was abducted as a victim, though their initial motive was using her as a sacrificial lamb, her courage, boldness, and bravery made lord Duncan, the vampire's Lord, change his mind. She was sent on a thirty-day mission to detect the deadly secret that has kept lord Tyrrell, the Alpha of Wolfhaven pack, for over 290 years. Seeing that Layla was a human without a wolf but possessed great powers, She steeled herself and set out for her task before the thirty days elapsed and the wrath of the great lord incurred on her. For Layla's mission to be successful, she has to reincarnate to Alpha Tyrrell's sister who was mated to another Alpha in another pack. This, however, became a smooth operation for Layla to fulfill the mission set before her. All efforts to make Alpha Tyrrell believe that Layla was Mia, his sister proved abortive until he found out the truth about her secret mission. Instead of killing Layla, Alpha Tyrrell turned her to his maid. Along the line, they fell for each other, and just while their love blossomed, she appeared to be Tyrrell's Mate, mated to him by the moon's goodness. What happened to Layla's mission? Will she abort it because of their love? What will also happen when the two worlds, the Vampire and the wolves, cross paths? Will their love still strive amid woes and foes?
The Broken Omega Awakens As The Alpha's White Death

The Broken Omega Awakens As The Alpha's White Death

I was the lowest Omega of the Blood Moon Pack, scrubbing the castle's cold marble floors until my hands bled. On my eighteenth birthday, the ruthless Alpha Kaelen returned from war. The moment our eyes met, the fated mate bond flared between us. But instead of accepting me, he looked at my bruises and dirty rags with utter disgust. "I, Kaelen, reject you, Elara, as my mate." He announced it coldly in front of the jeering nobles. To save his pride, he didn't just break my heart. He ordered his guards to throw me into the dark dungeon and bind me with heavy silver chains. Silver was pure poison to our kind. As the full moon rose, my bones began to break for my first shift. Without a mate to anchor me, the agonizing transfiguration was supposed to kill me, just as Kaelen intended. But as the silver burned my flesh, I didn't die. The brutal rejection didn't break me; it shattered the ancient seal hiding my true bloodline. A blinding light erupted in the cell, and I transformed into a massive, legendary White Wolf. I snapped the silver chains like twigs and escaped into the foggy forest, leaving behind Kaelen's desperate, agonizing howls as the mate bond backlash finally hit him. Five years later, I returned to his grand hall not as a pathetic floor-scrubber, but as the terrifying co-ruler of the Northern Pack. This time, the mighty Alpha would be the one kneeling in the blood-soaked mud, begging me to claim him.
Claimed -Diary Of A white Wolf

Claimed -Diary Of A white Wolf

I know what you are thinking! That this is a beautiful Lycan Love story. I am exactly not in the right mood to tell you how absolutely wrong you are. Beautiful? It's not a word I am sure is related to me. Love? I am not entirely sure if I can say I have ever experienced that. Lycan? I have not even been given the luck of being that. What can I even really say I am? Even I lack the right answer to this question. All I know is that right now, I am wrapped around Jacob's back as he runs through the thick forest, blood trickling down my face, his heart beating so fast like it's about to burst open, and am sure he is probably praying to the mother goddess that we do not get caught as he runs with me on his back. Me? Oh well! I am just wrapped around him with him holding unto my hands and legs to avoid my falling off his back, almost lifeless, with no desire to live a second more. The blood? Oh don't worry, as much as I wish for it to be mine, it isn't mine. It belongs to the Alpha's slayer, Paul, I think that was his name, Paul. The one who was asked to kill me by our Alpha, but just before he would do me the honor, Jacob arrived and slit his throat with his bare claws, before Paul could slit mine, spilling Paul's blood all over me and everything around. I know you're probably wondering who Jacob is?. Oh well, he is the only relative life has left me with, my cousin. Oh! You must also be wondering who I am to cause the Alpha to want me dead, causing all these ruckus? Well, I wish you never asked, you know why? Because I am a nobody. Someone not worth knowing at all, but let's grant you the courtesy of regretting why you asked who I am, at least before fate would hopefully grant me the gift of death. I am Number 28. No. That is not the name my mother gave me, it is my identity in the pack I come from. I am a Doulos, meaning Slave. No, I am not a slave actually, I am a slave of slaves. Slaves are permitted to keep their birth names, but Doulos, we are identified by numbers, worst than slaves, servants to slaves. We are the lowest rank of shame in the pack, and I, I am one of them, No. 28. I may have been free once, a noble perhaps, but that may have happened while I was in my mother's womb, and my father was still alive. But everything changed the day I was born. I was told my father died in battle the day I was born while disobeying the Alpha and leading a thousand plus of the packs finest soldiers to death. No one really talks about him, not even my mother while she was alive, but due to his disobedience, I and my mother were declared Doulos from the minute I was born and thrown into slavery. She was Number 27. You're probably also wondering why 'was'?. Well, that's because she died 5 years ago when I was 15 from a web of conspiracies in the pack. Okay, I have evaded your main question for too long. I know what you're really wondering and seeking answers to, is why my cousin is running through the thick forest right now, with me tied to his back as he runs away from our pack? Well, it all began two weeks ago, on the night of the full moon when our Luna was celebrating her birthday. Doulos never look up from the ground or ever dare to stare a slave talk more of a noble in the eye. Well, that day was my unlucky day, because I stumbled with the serving tray as I was exiting the celebration hall, and in the process, I looked into the eyes of our future Alpha as he was entering the hall, and I heard him pronounce the word 'Mate' almost inaudibly. Mate! A word I know what it means but never believed I'd have one. A word that ruined the last shred of my pack life completely. A word I never want to hear again! My birth name is Ianna Evar, and this is my story beginning from two weeks ago!
The Princess Chosen by the Alpha King

The Princess Chosen by the Alpha King

At the age of eighteen, walking through the woods with her pack, they don't expect to stumble upon the most feared pack of all, terrorizing another. The screams, growls, the scent of blood... everything is chaotic, brutal, violent. Their steps stop dead when they recognize the emblem on the dark jackets of the dominant wolves: the broken claw. No doubt about it. The Shadow Pack. And at its head, the alpha that everyone fears. As they prepare to intervene and help the attacked pack, ready to break the rules to defend the innocent, the alpha of the infamous pack approaches them. Slowly. With a confident, almost lazy stride, as if he had all the time in the world. The other wolves part to let him through. Theo Lupine is not known for his mercy, so when he walks straight past his own alpha to approach her, Josephine doesn't know what to do anymore. She feels her pack's eyes on her, questioning, even panicked. Why is he coming toward her? Why her? But Theo knows exactly what to do with Josephine. He stops so close that she can feel his breath on her skin, and his words fall like chains. "You don't have the right to run away," he growls, and I shoot him a glare. I want to slap him, scream, push him away. But I stay frozen. "Remember, you belong to me. You may hate me, but you can't leave." Around them, everything seems to fade away. No more forest. No more screams. Just this brutal truth that she still refuses to accept. But deep inside, part of her has known it all along. Theo Lupine is her fate. And the chains of fate are sometimes impossible to break.
The Alpha's Luna was shot

The Alpha's Luna was shot

When you have two ruthless alphas right next to each other, things are bound to get heated. And when those alphas have the same fire in their veins-an unrelenting thirst for dominance and revenge-it's only a matter of time before sparks fly. Alpha Ace Winter had never known peace. At just sixteen, she was forced to take the reins of The Luna Pack after a brutal rogue attack that left her parents and her best friends' parents slaughtered. The night was stained with blood, and the scars ran deep. But she was no stranger to the darkness. She, Zylen, and Colby had rebuilt The Luna Pack from the ashes of their fallen families, clawing their way to the top to become one of the most feared packs in the United States. Ace's resolve had been forged in blood and fire, and she would never back down. Alpha Deacon knew that same pain all too well. His pack had been attacked by the same ruthless rogues, and like Ace, he had to rebuild-though his path had been much more ruthless. Where Ace relied on her sharp mind and unwavering determination, Deacon was fueled by an insatiable hunger for power. His pack had grown stronger, but his ambitions were limitless. The land next to him, The Luna Pack's territory, had always been tempting. And now, it was time to claim it. Deacon's plan was simple: Take it by force. The attack came swiftly, under the cover of darkness, but he quickly realized that the Luna Pack was not the weakling pack he had hoped for. No, Ace had not only grown her pack's strength-she had forged a deadly edge in herself. The battle was brutal. Each strike carried the weight of years of grief and a desire for vengeance that could not be quenched. But Deacon wasn't prepared for the ferocity of Ace's leadership. He didn't realize that messing with The Luna Pack meant he'd be stepping into a battle he wasn't prepared for. And by the time the first blood was spilled, he understood-he had just crossed a line that would cost him more than he could ever have imagined.
Not Just A Luna, I Am Alpha

Not Just A Luna, I Am Alpha

"I, Alpha Xander Finch of the Red Moon Pack," he said. Wait, is he going to accept my rejection now? "Reject your rejection, Alpha Chastity Reid of the Silver Moon Pack," he added, and my eyes widened when I felt something extraordinary. Maybe he felt it too because he was surprised as well. Then he carried me before he pinned me at the back of the now already closed door and kissed me and, oh goddess, I felt like I missed him for a thousand years already, so I kissed him back. ***** Chassy, an omega who carries the weight of her heritage, is mistreated by her mother and the Red Moon Pack for her entire existence. Her real potential, which was acquired from a father who came from a mysterious lycan clan, is hidden from her and her tormentors. She found out that Xander, her Alpha, was her mate. For some reason, he hurt her. As a result Chassy leaves and rejects him. But destiny has more in store for her. With the advent of her lycan beast, she unexpectedly rises to the position of alpha in her adopted pack. Then she met her father whom she never knew and found out more about herself. The persistent vampires, push packs to band together under an alliance. Chassy's previous and present lives intersect when Xander stops by her new pack for a joint training session against this backdrop of peril and unity. Will Xander and Chassy be able to cross the gap between them? Can they stand together in the face of the impending vampire threat? What will Chassy do when she knows that she's unable to give Xander an heir and a boy with his mother comes to the pack claiming Xander to be the father?
The lost Alpha heir

The lost Alpha heir

​As the next Alpha in line for the throne of the Polatan Kingdom, Miles was born to rule. But royalty always attracts wolves of a different kind. When Miles was only ten years old, his father was brutally murdered in a coup for the crown. The culprit wasn't an outside enemy, but his father's own sister, Aunt Luna. Driven by a ruthless greed for power, she spilled her own brother's blood to steal the throne. ​Fleeing the bloodshed of his homeland, Miles escaped to the human realm under the eerie, crimson glow of a full blood moon. ​Though a refugee, Miles was far from helpless. Blessed with rare and ancient Trinity powers, he adapted quickly to the human world. By the age of fifteen, he had leveraged his supernatural gifts to amass unimaginable wealth, cementing his name in history as the youngest billionaire to ever exist. ​Years later, college brought a different kind of destiny into his orbit: Zoe. ​Unlike the rest of the world, Zoe wasn't impressed by Miles's immense wealth; in fact, she despised him for it. But Zoe had a secret of her own. She was operating under the strict commands of her own aunt, tasked with a singular, dangerous mission: retrieve the legendary Trinity. ​The pieces of the puzzle crashed together the day Zoe made a terrifying discovery. The arrogant, filthy-rich Alpha she detested wasn't just a powerful werewolf-Miles was the Trinity Lord himself. ​Now, bound by duty but tangled in a web of animosity and fated connection, Zoe faces an impossible question: How do you steal the ultimate power from the most powerful man alive?
From Bait to Queen: The Rejected Mate's Destiny

From Bait to Queen: The Rejected Mate's Destiny

To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk. The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars. I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle. With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds." But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina. He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap. "She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond. He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate. I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought. Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening. When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned. "Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine." I didn't cry. I didn't run. I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays. "I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him. "I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."