Addicted to Chastity

I married the Alpha of the top pack, but he hasn't touched me for a year. Yet by chance, I heard him crying to his younger brother. "She actually ordered three of the strongest warriors to accompany her, and the four of them went to train alone." He was so upset that he burst into tears. "Ron, if you're too scared, wait until sister-in-law is tempted by those guys and orders them to get intimate with her, you'll cry with no tears left." He immediately stopped crying: "What do they count for? Those outside are just wild grass; nothing's as sweet as one's own." "As long as she's still willing to come back, she can do whatever she wants." Roger rubbed his forehead and sighed:”Ron, why don't you ask the shaman to take a look?" Later, I secretly asked the shaman. The shaman gave me a note written by Ron himself: "I have... intimacy addiction. I love my wife very much, but I'm afraid of scaring her. What should I do?"

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I lingered at Mia's place until mid-morning. I figured that by this time, Ron must have left early to kill bandits.

When I opened the door, I found him sitting by the bed, his back to the door.

Sunlight streamed in from outside, casting his broad but unusually stiff shoulders. Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head.

My heart skipped a beat.

He hadn't left.

Ron seemed to have stayed up all night, looking haggard, with a faint blue shadow under his eyes and slightly red rims.

When he saw me, a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his dark eyes, but it quickly vanished, and his gaze sank into weariness.

"Where did you go?" He spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Where I go is none of your business."

I've seen through him. I don't want to keep up this boring marriage.

I headed for the wardrobe to pack my clothes. Ron followed, and when he saw me packing, he asked, “Are you leaving?”

His face suddenly changed, looking like he was about to fly into a rage.

This makes no sense to me. “I can go wherever I want. Why do you keep asking?”

I kept packing, shoving clothes into the bag.

Ron suddenly squatted down and pulled out all the clothes I had just packed.

I stuffed them back.

He pulled them out again.

In the struggle, he grabbed my wrist.

"Stop!" Ron stopped me. I wanted to break free, but for some reason, my body went weak, and I had no strength. A strong dizziness hit me.

Ron must’ve noticed something was off with me. He cupped my burning face, urgency in his voice, and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

However, my vision of him gradually blurred.

Ron pressed against me, sniffing hard, his warm breath making me itch all over. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't muster any strength.

Ron checked almost my entire body before finding a clear snake bite mark on my ankle. "How did you get snake venom?"

"Wha... what snake..."

Before I finished speaking, a strong dizziness completely took away my consciousness.

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I stared at the silver envelope on my small wooden desk, my fingers trembling as I traced the elegant cursive of my name. Today was my twenty-fourth birthday, and this was the only card I'd received. Three years ago, birthdays meant pancakes with extra blueberries and Alex's warm arms wrapped around me as we watched the sunrise from our little cottage porch. Now, they were just another day of scrubbing floors and avoiding Victoria's cruel gaze. Something about the envelope felt wrong. The Sterling family crest pressed into the wax seal seemed to mock me. I broke it open, expecting perhaps a formal acknowledgment from Alexander—something cold but proper. What fell out stole the breath from my lungs. Photographs. Glossy, professional shots of Alexander and Victoria in ceremonial white robes, standing beneath an arch of moonflowers—my moonflowers, the ones I'd cultivated for years.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.6

I Paid Millions for the Wolf Who Left Me

9.6

I smelled him before I saw his name. That should have been my first warning. The Come of Age Ceremony was held at the Greywood Hall, a sprawling estate in neutral territory that smelled like pine resin and old money and the careful anxiety of two dozen Alphas trying not to look like they were watching each other. I had been here for three hours. I had shaken hands with seven pack leaders, declined four alliance proposals, and accepted one glass of whiskey that I had not touched. Lucy stood two steps behind my left shoulder the way she always did — close enough to hear everything, far enough to give me room to be the most dangerous thing in the room. I was good at that. Being the most dangerous thing in the room. The Ironveil Pack had not been built on birthright or bloodline. It had been built on six years of surviving things that should have killed me, and then turning around and making sure they couldn't try again.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.4

Reborn, I rejected my mate who used my womb to impregnate his lover's pup

9.4

I was bound to Elijah on a fateful night, but his childhood friend Alice's suicide threat disrupted our ceremony. Elijah chose his family over her, and she later died. In the following 30 years, I dedicated myself to the Langley pack, only to be betrayed by Elijah, who revealed our child was from Alice's eggs and then killed me. Miraculously, I was reborn to that binding night. This time, I let Elijah go......

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.4

Rejected and Claimed by the Rogue

9.4

I stood on the raised dais, the white silk of my ceremonial mating gown fluttering in the night breeze. Below, the members of the Blood River Pack watched in hushed silence, their eyes reflecting the torchlight. This was supposed to be the greatest honor of my life. I was Sloan Morgan, a simple Healer, chosen by the Lycan King himself to mate with Alpha Pierce. It was a union meant to unite strength and healing, a reward for saving the King’s life during the rogue wars. But as Pierce ascended the stairs, I felt no warmth from the bond. Usually, when a wolf meets their mate, the air crackles with electricity, and scents bloom like spring flowers. But Pierce’s aura was a wall of ice. His dark eyes didn't hold love or even lust; they held a burning resentment. He stopped inches from me, his towering frame casting a shadow over my face, blocking out the moonlight.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Rejected By The Beta, Chosen By The Alpha

8.1

"At 33, I’ve decided to find my mate and start a family," I said, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. Gage, the Beta of the Blue Moon Pack, let out a derisive laugh, his broad shoulders shaking slightly as he leaned against the headboard. His muscular frame, a testament to his high rank, seemed to dominate the room. "Sure, if that’s what you want," he replied, his tone dismissive. Three months later, he crossed paths with me at the pack hospital. His sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of me, his lips curling into a sarcastic grin. "Alexia, was this your plan from the start?" he taunted, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. But behind me stood Kamden Nguyen, the Gamma of the Silver Fang Pack, his tall, imposing figure radiating strength and confidence. His hand rested gently on my shoulder, a protective gesture that spoke volumes. Gage’s eyes flicked to him, his expression shifting from mockery to disbelief.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Running away from The Demon Alpha

8.1

Tears streamed down my face as the pain gnawed at my heart. In the flickering light of the flames, I watched my mate, Alpha Balor, desperately clutching Susan—his mistress, his so-called "true love"—as they hurried away. Not once did he look back to check on me, even though I was fighting for my life. “At least for our... child...” I gasped, my voice barely audible through the thick smoke that made it hard to breathe. Before I lost consciousness, the last image burned into my mind: my mate, holding another shewolf, completely ignoring me as they escaped the inferno. “You’ve broken a few ribs, Luna. And…” The doctor’s words hit me like a sledgehammer. “I’m sorry to say, you’ve lost the baby.” “If you’d been brought in just twenty minutes earlier,” the doctor continued, “we could’ve saved it.” Tears blurred my vision as the crushing weight of the loss hit me. My baby—gone. Days later, I dialed a number I never thought I’d call. “Alpha Damian Brooks, I’ve made up my mind. I want to join your pack.” ....

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Addicted to Chastity

Chapter 2

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