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The Lycan King's Trophy Wife

The Lycan King's Trophy Wife

"Who are you to question me?" He howled angrily, his face red with rage and his fists clenched tightly. "Because I am your wife and you are to treat my family with respect," I yelled at his face, his face went pale and I saw the corner of his lips curved in a deadly grin. "Wife you said! Since when have you been bearing that title?" he asked with a little bit of amusement in his tone. "I have become your wife, right from the moment you have my father signed those documents and you are not to go against your words, only if you wish to break your own rules," I smirked back at him, his mouth clamped shut for a second, and I thought he had given in to my tricks. "Now, dear wife," The Lycan King stood up from the wooden chair and cup my cheeks in his hands. "I'm letting it slide this time because you're my wife-to-be and you're yet to learn the basic principles of the Royal." he ran his fingers on my face and my stomach churned in disgust. I wished he would realise how disgusted I felt by having his fingers on my face. I couldn't say anything, I let him do as he pleased and he stopped when he realised I wasn't going to bicker with him. "Take her to my room, I shall teach her a lesson never to go against her husband." All my life, I had always thought I would be getting married to a prince charming. What happened when the man I was getting married to was no prince charming? And worse? He was the evil Lycan King that I had hated all my life. The rule was simple. Marry the Lycan King in my sister's place, or have my family and the entire pack burn to ashes.
Fated to My Father's Killer

Fated to My Father's Killer

"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!" The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls. But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak. She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father. Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate. *** Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed. She thought he was her destiny. Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders. One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes. Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming. An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk. For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed. Because the man who destroyed her life? The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands? He was her fated mate. Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him. But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade. "You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you." And when he does? He won't just cage her body. He'll claim her soul.
The Barren Luna's Secret: Pregnant with the Alpha's Heir

The Barren Luna's Secret: Pregnant with the Alpha's Heir

My husband, Alpha Damien, believed the Seer’s lie that I was barren and a curse to the Blackwood Pack. He spent his nights with his mistress, Victoria, while I sat alone in the cold study, hiding the swell of my belly and the future Alpha growing inside me. The night the Great Hall exploded, the truth could no longer be hidden. I collapsed on the floor, my water breaking, blood pooling beneath me amidst the choking smoke and debris. Damien saw me. He saw the agony in my eyes and the desperate plea on my lips. But when Victoria let out a theatrical scream from across the room, he made his choice. He turned his back on his pregnant mate and sprinted to save his mistress, leaving me to be consumed by the flames. I didn't die in the fire. I dragged myself out into the freezing blizzard, choosing to risk death in the snow rather than stay in a house that wanted me dead. It wasn't until weeks later that Damien tore apart the Seer’s tower and found the letter proving Victoria had paid for the fake prophecy. Shattered by the realization that he had abandoned his own son for a lie, he crossed the frozen wasteland to my father’s territory, falling to his knees in the mud to beg for my return. But he didn't find the weak, submissive wife he left behind. He found the White Wolf. I looked down at him with cold, dead eyes and whispered, "My child has my blood, and he will never know you."