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True Mates

True Mates

" Layla!" Ace growled as he barged into her room. what was he looking for in her house? Her room? "How dare you call my name like that!" She fired back at him. They had an open argument earlier in school today and she won. Could it be he came to deal with her? "You don't know how you look like with that face, get a straw, you suck!" She clicked her tongue with an irritated look on her face Before she took a step, in a Swift motion, Ace stood before her grabbing her neck and pushed her to the wall. "Arrgh!" She yelped and grabbed his hands. "You know I could slit your throat right now, I could kill you Layla! Don't push me" he growled beside her ears and pulled away to see a tear roll down her cheeks. With an unreadable look on his face, he stepped back. "You can insult me, throw me around, beat me but you can never kill me!" She yelled at him with an unknown confidence " And why's that?" " You, Ace, I've already got you wrapped around my fingers and I haven't even done anything!" She pointed at him. ******** Layla Fulton is an 18 years old beautiful teenager from the Hill pride pack, a pretty girl that doesn't know what it's like to shape shift since she hasn't yet. Just on her first day of resumption to her dream university, she got on the nerves of no other guy but Ace Anderson; Feared by all pack members and respected by everyone, very proud and arrogant, wealthy, dominant and very possessive. As the pack leader of a Everbite wolf shifter clan, he became tasked with protecting the last of his kind from an enemy pack; Layla, he could not help but notice he was slowly getting attracted to her. And when they both realize they're true mates, he needs to decide between killing her and wanting her.
Taming the Dark Lord

Taming the Dark Lord

An annual tradition selects a warrior from a random pack to enhance security for the elite werewolves. This coveted opportunity, however, is laden with challenges and remains an elusive dream for many pack members. The elite werewolves, led by the feared and respected alpha of alphas, serve as guardians against the encroaching threat of vampires, having stood together during a fierce war. Scarlett Jones, an unexpected choice, finds herself as the sole member selected to join the elite werewolves. Guarding and protecting these noble werewolves feels akin to living her worst nightmare. Upon arriving at the castle, Scarlett discovers an astonishing truth—she is the destined mate of the ruthless alpha of alphas, the dark lord himself. His demanding, possessive, and arrogant nature disregards her pleas and desires. He yearns to claim her as his own, and the long-awaited discovery of his mate after centuries of searching pushes him to the edge of control. His desire to possess her, mate with her, and make her his queen intensifies, but Scarlett remains steadfast in her quest for independence, despite being the alpha's mate. Will Scarlett resist the allure of the dark lord? Or will she succumb to his irresistible touch? As their fates intertwine, the battle between desire and independence unfolds, testing Scarlett's resolve and challenging the very nature of their bond.
Three Werewolves and a Vampire Queen

Three Werewolves and a Vampire Queen

"You think your royal blood makes you untouchable, half-breed? Watch as the desert sun claims your life, just like the Blood-Bond I shatter tonight." An exile in her own home, a servant in the powerful Crimson Talon vampire Clan, Elara Montoya suffers abuse for the alleged treason of her pureblood father and royal mother. Weak, unAscended, and utterly alone, she's suffered all her life under the cruel rule of Lord Severino, the Sire, and his sadistic heir, Kael Whitmore. But on the night of the Blood Moon Ascension Ceremony, all is twisted into a new nightmare. Elara is not only granted her fledgling powers but revealed as Kael's fated Blood-Bond. Publicly rejected by him, his devastating blow shatters her already precarious status. The Clan doesn't just beat her; they perform a brutal Blood-Breaking ritual, draining her to the brink of true death and dumping her body in the searing heat of forbidden La Sombra Desert. Yet, death does not come. Instead, she is discovered by three nomadic, lethal werewolves: Silas Reyes, the calculating tactician; Rook Santiago, the silent, volatile warrior; and Finn Harrington, the charismatic force of nature. Their kind is sworn enemies of the vampires, yet they are drawn in by Elara's unique potent royal blood. And when they share her forbidden essence, it doesn't turn them-it unlocks terrifying, latent Alpha powers inside them, forging an unnatural, primal Cross-Species Bond stronger than any vampire oath. Now bound to three Lycans, Elara must trade knowledge of the fortified Clan grounds for their protection. While healing and embracing a hybrid strength she never knew she possessed, she uncovers the ultimate truth: she is the daughter of the rightful heir to the Clan and a lost Vampire Royal-the very lineage Lord Severino usurped and feared.
The Broken Luna's Crimson Revenge

The Broken Luna's Crimson Revenge

My baby daughter died in the cold hospital, and I agreed to donate her heart to save another pup. I brought her ashes home in a small wooden box, seeking comfort from my mate. But when I returned to the packhouse, I found a massive celebration. My Alpha mate wasn't away on patrol; he was throwing a grand Naming Ceremony for his sister's newborn. He didn't even know our daughter was dead. "Give Lyra the gift. Now." He impatiently demanded I hand over the box in my arms. When his sister's son tried to snatch it, I pushed him away to protect my baby's ashes. His sister immediately screamed, accusing me of trying to hurt her children out of jealousy. Without asking a single question, my mate grabbed my wrist, ready to smash the box to teach me a lesson. To save my daughter's remains, I had to drop to the floor, bare my neck in ultimate submission, and lie that it was just my late father's relics. He was disgusted by my tears. Later, when I tried to jump off the balcony to end my pain, he pulled me back—not out of love, but because my suicide would ruin his perfect party. He locked me in my room and ordered the maids to force me into a bright red dress for the evening feast. Looking at the red silk that mocked my bleeding heart, my despair finally died, replaced by a cold, venomous hatred. I tucked a white funeral flower into my hair and walked out the door. This time, I was going to turn their joyous celebration into a living hell.