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Stabbed in silver: his blade, her blood

Stabbed in silver: his blade, her blood

Please, please, Moon Goddess grant me a second chance", She pleads. These were the cries of Trisha Crescent as she watched her only daughter being slaughtered before her eyes. A once powerful Luna of the Moonstone pack, was betrayed by her own pack.The one meant to protect her. Her mate was the one who drove a silver blade through her heart, drawing her last breath. Betrayed. Slaughtered. Murdered. Death was supposed to be the end but the moon Goddess answered. She was reincarnated 100 years later, in a different timeline. In this life she was not a Luna. She was human. Until a few weeks to her eightieth birthday when strange things started happening to her. Dreams of a wolf haunting her, the dead body of her aunt and the return of his long lost father. It didn't end there. She felt the pull for the first time, the awakening of her wolf and her past memories. The Moon Goddess blesses but this is more like a curse. Because in this life, she finds him again. Alpha Crimson Stark. Her mate. The man who slaughtered her was also reincarnated. And yet still they are mated to each other in this timeline. Their bonds, fragile yet undeniable. Will history repeat itself? Or will she write her own story? Will their love conquer the betrayal of the past? As Trisha embarks on this journey, she unravels hidden truth. The truth that questions everything she thought she knew. The truth that will shatter the lives of her and those around her including Crimson Stark. Her mate.
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.
Secret Princess: The Beast's Captive Mate

Secret Princess: The Beast's Captive Mate

In a world where the Wither virus turned surviving women into breeding livestock, Elinore was disguised as a boy at birth just to survive. For twenty-one years, she lived a suffocating lie as the ruthless Prince of Navia, binding her chest and hiding her true gender. But her fragile reality shattered when her uncle, the tyrant King Orestus, casually gambled away her older sister Josefina in a card game. Elinore kicked down the doors and violently rescued her sister, holding a short sword to the sweaty minister's throat. "She is my legal property now! The King bet her and lost!" the minister screamed, waving the royal wax seal. Elinore forced him to flee, but the aftermath was devastating. Their parents had been murdered by the King a decade ago, leaving them as captive pawns. Josefina, completely broken and terrified, wept in Elinore's arms. She actually begged to be sold off to a distant, savage kingdom just to escape the daily, inescapable hell of their uncle's court. Stripping off her heavy military uniform in the dead of night, Elinore stared at her bruised, female body in the mirror. She was drowning in a suffocating sense of injustice. Why did women have to live as prey? But an even deeper, more terrifying mystery was waking up inside her. A strange, feverish heat began pulsing deep in her abdomen—an alien biological demand she couldn't control. That very night, she dreamed of a monstrous, seven-foot-tall Urekai beast pinning her to the freezing mud, its glowing yellow eyes claiming her as its mate. Her disguise was failing, and her own body was betraying her. To save her sister and uncover the truth behind her awakening, the fake Prince decided it was time to burn this tyrannical kingdom to the ground.
The Wolf's Strange Companion

The Wolf's Strange Companion

Zara, a lone and imposing fox, dominates the forest with her intimidating presence and mystical powers. Growing up amid danger, she learned to protect herself from hunters and became a formidable sorceress. In her rage, she cursed the northern mountain, stoking the fear of the rest of the species. Lowell, an ambitious wolf who yearns to become a renowned warrior, sets out in search of his conquests, determined to capture the legendary fox, Zara. However, he was not prepared for the whirlwind of emotions he would experience when he met the fox up close. Against all expectations, Lowell finds himself deeply in love with Zara. As they grow closer, he discovers an unexpected side to the fox: an innocent, loving, and, surprisingly, sexy being. The duality between her strength and vulnerability leaves Lowell spellbound, challenging everything he believed he knew about her. As Lowell gives himself over to love, he wonders if Zara will match his feelings. Is she able to find room in his lonely heart and accept the love Lowell has to offer? Amidst a struggle against adversity and the tethers of their destinies, the two are confronted with the transformative power of love and acceptance. "The Wolf's Strange Companion" is a story of love and redemption, where a wild fox and a wolf in search of recognition must face their emotional barriers to find happiness together.
My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife

"Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment. As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire. The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die. She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate? Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."
The disrespected Luna

The disrespected Luna

For five years, Ciara Mendel played the perfect wife. Gentle, loyal, never a word of complaint. From the moment she became Nelson's mate, she gave him everything. her love, her time, her patience, and, most of all, her silence. She followed the wolf laws, nodded along with the bloodline rules, and took her spot as an outsider in Nelson's powerful alpha family. Ciara didn't come from noble blood. She wasn't strong or special-not in the way the others cared about. But her love for Nelson was real. That love kept her going through the cold stares from the elders, through the whispers that trailed behind her in the hallways. She pretended she didn't hear when the others said she wasn't worthy to stand beside their alpha. She told herself that love would be enough. That loyalty would matter. She was sure of it. She was wrong. The truth hit her on a quiet afternoon. She came home early, wanting to surprise Nelson with his favorite meal. She was even smiling as she walked down the hall, picturing his face. She opened their bedroom door-and everything stopped. There was Nelson on their bed. Next to him, another woman. A young she-wolf, beautiful, purebred. The scent in the room was thick, unmistakable. Ciara just stood there, frozen, her heart shattering into pieces too small to ever find again. Nelson looked at her-shocked, not sorry. The other woman ducked behind him, playing innocent. That was it. Something in Ciara broke, and she didn't bother trying to put herself back together. That day, the old Ciara Mendel vanished. Someone new took her place. Now, she sat in Nelson's study, holding a thick folder. Her face was calm, almost cold. No one would have guessed what was burning inside her. She walked over and set the documents on his desk. "These are the quarterly financial reports," she said, her voice soft and steady. Nelson glanced at the papers, not worried, not suspicious. He trusted her. Why wouldn't he? Ciara had always been obedient, always harmless. He had no idea that, tucked beneath the last page, she'd hidden divorce papers. Ciara smiled. For the first time in five years, her smile was hers alone. Nelson caught the edge in her expression and frowned. "Are you angry?" he asked, his voice all calm, but his eyes searching. Ciara met his gaze, slow and deliberate. "Not anymore," she said. Her words were cold, sharp-like the snap of winter air. Nelson looked uneasy, but he shrugged it off. He still thought he was in control. He was the alpha, the strong one. Ciara was just his weak little human mate... at least, that's what he believed. That night, the house was silent. A different kind of silence. The start of a quiet war. Nelson expected things to go back to normal. He figured Ciara would cry, beg, maybe even forgive him like always. But she didn't. She stopped waiting for him. Stopped asking questions. Stopped caring. She moved through the house like a stranger-eyes far away, heart locked tight. Every step was careful, every move deliberate. While Nelson slept, Ciara made her plans. She read up on wolf laws, divorce rights, property rules, even tracked down hidden accounts. She collected proof of Nelson's betrayal. She protected herself, quietly. Nobody noticed. She wasn't the weak wife anymore. She was finally awake.