In the lowliest "Fogtooth Tribe," there lives a mute maid named Serra. She is lowly in status and unloved, raised from childhood to be a sacrifice for the tribe—all because she bears an identical resemblance to the noble girl "Aelia." When the "Silver Moon Alliance" demanded that Fogtooth hand over Aelia, the fiancée of Alpha heir Noah, as a pledge for the covenant, the real Aelia fled at the last moment. So Serra was dressed up to look like Aelia and sent to Noah’s wolf castle.
The mate of Northridge Pack's wealthiest Alpha, Nora Everett, had a sick hobby. Torturing beautiful she-wolves. And I was her favorite plaything. My rare bloodline meant I could take more silver, more pain, than the others. Then one day, they came to me with reporters in tow. Declaring me their long-lost daughter. They offered me a new life. Power, envy, respect. I accepted. But their public affection was a lie. Behind closed doors, their 'love' was just a sharper kind of silver. "The price of our protection," they'd say. "A debt you'll repay with your life." They were right about the debt. I will repay it. Just not with my life. With theirs.
Her name was Sera, a naive girl of about 20 years old who knows nothing much about the things of the world What happened when she was forced to marry the guy she despise much? A cold hearted man?? Meet Zachery Xdor about 25 years of age who has a heart as hard as rock He was the total definition of handsomeness but he despise lady a lot He wasn't like that but every changes have it's cause ____ Zachery has a past which haunts his affections on women Sera has a past which she knew nothing about ___ Will Zach's step brother allow Zach love the woman he crushed on?? Find out how they both turned out to be from the same world Find out how there pasts starts all over again Will they ever fall for each other?? The matter became worst when Sera became pregnant for Zachary!
When my adoptive mother, the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, finally found her biological heir, she was stocking ritual supplies on a low shelf in an old magic shop. I recognized her in an instant. Seraphina. She was the childhood admirer of my fated mate, Kaelen. And she was determined to drive me out, seeing me as nothing more than an outsider who had stolen her birthright. She was a master of theatrics, orchestrating new drama daily in an attempt to humiliate me. I was more than willing to play her game, finding the whole charade amusing. Until one careless comment from my mate shattered my carefully constructed calm: “Was all of that really necessary?” Fine, I thought. You can have her. I have better things to do—like finding my real family.
My arranged marriage to Corrado Falcone lasted ten years. In the end, my family was destroyed. In a shootout, he took a bullet for me. He died in my arms. “Sofia, if there’s a next life, stay away from me.” He said I was a curse. The Falcone family said so, too. I believed it. Without his protection, my enemies swarmed. I chose to end it with a single bullet. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back in my father’s study. He was asking me to choose a husband for our family’s alliance.
The day Liam Blackwood won the Super Bowl and was named MVP, I was in the crowd, applauding him through my tears. During the post-game interview, a reporter asked him: "Mr. Blackwood, it’s been widely reported that at your lowest point, your former physical therapist—and girlfriend—left you for fame and fortune. Now that you have this championship ring, what, if anything, would you like to say to her?" Liam’s expression hardened. Staring down the lens, his voice dripped with raw hatred: "Elara, you said I couldn't give you the spotlight you wanted, so you left. Now, looking at my championship ring and this multi-million dollar contract, do you regret it?" I gritted my teeth, fighting back the searing pain in my kidney, and whispered to the roaring stadium, "No regrets." Because when I gave him my kidney, my only wish was for him to live out his dream.
On the day of my engagement ceremony, my fiancé Marcus Castellano abandoned me for his adoptive sister. My family and I faced humiliation before Chicago’s most ruthless crime lords. Three years passed in silence. Now he’s back, staring at my swollen belly with pure rage. “Whose bastard are you carrying?” I caress my belly, lips curving into a dangerous smile. “Someone from the Castellano, of course.”
Three years after the Lycan King, Zion Caldwell, marked me as his, my former mate-to-be, Drake Whitaker, staged a spectacle. He blockaded the private driveway of my family's estate with a fleet of twenty Rolls-Royces, each one overflowing with luxury goods. With a self-satisfied smirk, he raised a megaphone and shouted toward the villa. "Lena, I've come for you!" "I told you I'd be back for you once the alliance between the Whitaker and Quinn Packs was secure." "I finalized our last deal yesterday and came straight here." "This is me making things right. Come back to me, Lena. Be my mistress." I was sitting in the study, gazing at a holographic image of our son that Zion had sent me. I glanced out the window at the absurd farce unfolding on the lawn. Drake was still broadcasting his grand declaration. "I know you're angry, but the alliance with the Quinn family was for the good of the pack." "I had to mark Iris. Surely you understand that." "But a marking doesn't mean everything. I'll treat you better than my official mate." His words made my stomach churn. I pressed the intercom button. "Clear the driveway. Get these trespassers off my property." Unbelievable. I had just brought my son back from his one-month check-up with the healer. Zion had told me to spend a week at my family home to relax. And this is what I come home to.
The night before our engagement, Vincent Moretti was called away on a high-stakes smuggling run. He had to leave immediately. I promised I would wait for him. But when he returned, I chose another man right in front of him. Because I knew that in my past life, the moment I held out my hand to accept his proposal was the beginning of the tragedy. Luna Rossi, the woman he brought back, had me thrown to jackals and tortured to death. This time, before Vincent could open his mouth to plead for that other woman... I grabbed a nearby bodyguard and announced I was going to marry him. But Vincent lost his mind, blocking my escape with his own body. "You're mine. I won't allow you to marry anyone else."
At our engagement party, he screamed in my face. "You venomous bitch! You killed my mother?" He ground her life-saving medicine under his heel. She died in my arms. So I stabbed him. He sent me to prison for two years. Seven years later, he's a CEO, and I'm a ghost in the crowd. He raises a glass. "Her knife didn't kill me, but it carved out the last of my heart." "Does she regret it?" he asks the world. Oh, I do. I regret that my knife didn't cut deep enough.
I am a plaything that Aron picked up. Even my name was chosen by him. "Thea" From the day he brought me home, he told me. "Thea, you are mine, never even think about leaving me." I was raised in his house, ostensibly an adopted daughter of the Davis, but in reality, I was a plaything in Aron's hands. He could do whatever he wanted with me... I thought that as long as I endured... when I grew up, one day I would be able to leave him. But on my eighteenth birthday, Aron burst into my room. He tore at my clothes like a beast, biting my skin. He told me:"Thea, you are mine, don't think about leaving me... obey..." That night I screamed until my voice was hoarse, cried until my tears ran dry, and made up my mind to leave him once and for all! Aron is a demon that devours my very bones and blood; I cannot stay by his side!
My boyfriend Sheridan was in love with Royce, not me. We were in our fourth year together when he demanded I donate my kidney to her. I was silent for a moment, and his hand cracked across my face. "That's your own sister, Royce. Don't be so selfish." I forced a bitter smile. What he didn't know was that my time was already running out.
Five years. Forty-five hypocritical family dinners. I was the "peace hostage" in my marriage to Don Colin Morton, a union meant to solidify the fragile alliance between our families. I once believed the Morton family insignia he gave me, the one I never took off, was a testament to his love. Until the day he annihilated my family and handed me an annulment. "This marriage is a stain on my new empire," he said. "Alessia, we have to cut ties with the past." So I faked my death and vanished with my son. Five years later, I returned as one of Europe's top art auctioneers, intent on dismantling his criminal empire piece by piece. But there he was, kneeling before me in the pouring rain, clutching the hem of my dress. His eyes were bloodshot as he begged, "Alessia, my empire, my life—it's all yours. I only ask one thing. Please... don't let our son call another man Papa."
The Pack's Seer once prophesied that my fated mate would betray me before the seventh full moon of our bond. Looking at Maddox Cain, who had eyes only for me, I couldn't help but scoff at the prophecy. Every wolf in the pack knew Maddox loved me enough to give up everything. When I caught a minor cold, he forfeited a rich territory that was his for the taking, just to stay by my side. When I was ambushed, he took a silver dagger straight through the arm for me without a second thought. My half-sister declared her love for him, even resorting to self-harm to pressure him, but he rejected her without hesitation and forced my father to exile her. But on the seventh anniversary of our bonding, I received an untraceable letter. After seeing its contents, I asked Maddox to sever our mate bond.
On my thirty-second birthday party, all the notable figures from Veridia attended, everyone praised my good fortune for marrying such a husband like Nathan Sterling. I held my wine glass, smiling flawlessly. Only I knew that even the custom cake worth twenty thousand was charged to my card. In the corner, my sister-in-law Jane Sterling was grinning as she chatted with a wealthy lady. That lady was the mother of her new boyfriend, a newly rich person who had just made a fortune from demolition. The next moment, Jane Sterling pulled the newly rich lady, her high heels 'click-clack' as they approached me. "Sister-in-law," she affectionately took my arm, but her chin was raised, "Auntie Miller really likes the necklace on your neck, you should give it to Auntie Miller as a greeting gift."
Emma’s surgery day takes a brutal turn: her husband Walter—also her surgeon—drops everything to rush to his ex Lucy’s side after a “car accident.” What follows is a messy web of lies: Lucy’s “minor injury” becomes a weapon, Walter’s half-hearted apologies clash with his lingering loyalty to his first love, and Emma’s quiet heartbreak sparks a fight for divorce. When a sudden health scare and a shocking pregnancy enter the mix, plus the steady support of colleague Clarence, Emma must choose between clinging to a broken marriage or stepping into a life of her own—before it’s too late.
Four years ago, during a chaotic border war, Lucia was besieged by enemy troops while protecting her tribe. She was injured and fell off a cliff, and was declared dead. No one knew that she had been rescued by the mysterious "Hidden Moon Tribe" but had lost all her memories. With a new name, a new identity, and a new life, she became the heir to the "Oracle" of the Hidden Moon Tribe, endowed with the rare ability of "lunar phase perception."
Vera was an ordinary human girl who grew up in a border town near the werewolf territories, eking out a living by mending hunters' clothes and repairing arrows. Her days were simple yet hard—until one day, during a blizzard in the mountains, she rescued a severely wounded silver-haired boy and hid him in her cabin for three days and nights.
Falsely accused of defiling a sacred artifact, I was exiled by the High Council. Ever since, I've lived under a new identity, working as an herbalist in a human city. When I saw my former mate, Kaelen, again, he had become one of the most powerful Alphas in North America; his power was absolute. My human friends who know me always fantasize that Kaelen still holds a torch for me. Because even though he has a partner, he's never completed the final bonding ceremony. I could only scoff at the thought. Holding a torch for me? Ten years ago, he was the one who personally oversaw the ritual that forcibly severed our mate bond. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he sent me to the Council for judgment, forever branding me a traitor to the entire werewolf world.
Ten years ago, Alvin lost his mother and sister during the werewolf rebellion. He witnessed a masked silver wolf from the rebel ranks slaughtering the innocent, and from that moment on, he harbored an undying hatred for the silver-blooded werewolves. He swore an oath to one day purge every last "wolf tainted with silver blood." During a hunt, Alvin captured a grievously wounded girl. She was covered in blood, yet around her neck hung the carved bone necklace his sister had lost long ago. Believing her to be a grave-robbing rebel, he coldly ordered her locked in the dungeon to be interrogated under torture.