All wolves university; the last kitsune
At sterlinggate university, only one rule matters:
Monsters do not belong.
Yuna never meant to become one.
After being publicly humiliated by her boyfriend , Yuna's emotions spiral out of control, she had a tough encounter with her bully, Megan, triggering a secret she was never meant to awaken. She isn't just a werewolf.
She is a kitsune.
A nine-tailed fox believed to be extinct.
A creature every wolf has been trained to hunt.
When her transformation is exposed, the university goes into lockdown. Hunters flood the campus. Silver charms are distributed. And one order is made clear:
"Kill the kitsune".
The only person willing to protect her is Noah Phillips,the star wolf of the university... and the son of the chief hunter leading the execution.
As danger closes in and her powers grow harder to control, Yuna must choose:
hide and survive, or rise and fight back.
Because if the wolves discover the truth...
They won't just kill her.
They'll start a war.
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Chapter 2
"What are you doing here?"
The voice was cold, sharp, and very human. Yuna opened her eyes, gasping for air, and found herself staring up at Noah Phillips.
He stood over her, shirtless, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His dark hair was messy, his jaw tight with barely controlled anger. But it was his eyes that made her freeze. They still held a faint glow, fading slowly back to their normal deep brown.
"I could have killed you," Noah said, his voice low and dangerous. "I thought you were something else."
Yuna scrambled backward on the floor, her heart still racing. "You... you were going to attack me!"
"Yes." Noah didn't sound apologetic. "You shouldn't be here."
"Well, you shouldn't go around thinking whatever you want and trying to kill people! Jeez!" Yuna snapped, her fear quickly turning into anger. She had already had the worst day of her life. She didn't need this.
Noah's expression didn't change. He grabbed a shirt from the nearby bench and pulled it on, his movements precise and controlled. "I don't understand."
"Understand what?" Yuna got to her feet, brushing off her jeans.
"You smell different."
Yuna blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Different from other students. Different from..." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he studied her.
"Well, I smell like shame and disgrace and humiliation," Yuna shot back. "You don't have to spell it out."
Something flickered across Noah's face. His body went rigid, and for a moment, he looked like he was fighting with himself. His wolf stirred inside him, restless and insistent. The mate bond clicked into place like a lock turning, and Noah's entire world tilted.
No. Not her. Not now.
"I think you should leave," he said, turning his back to her.
"Why? You own the court?" Yuna challenged, crossing her arms. She knew she was being difficult, but she couldn't help it. Something about Noah made her want to push back, to stand her ground.
But she couldn't deny what she felt. A pull, warm and insistent, tugging at something deep inside her chest. Her wolf purred, pressing against her skin, drawn to him in a way that made her stomach flutter.
She had just been humiliated by one boy. She wasn't about to let another one see her as weak.
"Leave," Noah repeated, his voice strained.
"Unless you tell me why you think you can chase me away, then I'm ready to make this air suffocating for you."
That did it.
Noah moved so fast Yuna barely saw him. One second he was across the court, the next he was right in front of her, his hands slamming against the wall on either side of her head. She was caged in, trapped between his arms and the cold concrete behind her.
Their faces were inches apart. Yuna could feel the heat radiating off his body, could hear his ragged breathing. Her own heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
Noah stared down at her, his jaw clenched. Her heartbeat was wrong. Too fast, too irregular. Not like a werewolf's. His instincts screamed at him, caught between two primal urges: kill the threat or protect the mate.
Yuna's knees went weak. She hated how her body betrayed her, leaning slightly toward him even as her mind screamed at her to run. This guy looked like he wanted to kill her, but some twisted part of her was definitely enjoying this.
"Your heart," Noah said quietly, his eyes searching her face. "It doesn't beat right."
"Maybe because you're scaring me to death," Yuna whispered, but her voice came out breathless instead of angry.
Noah's gaze dropped to her lips for just a second before he caught himself. He pushed away from the wall abruptly, putting distance between them. The loss of his warmth made Yuna shiver.
"You need to go," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Now."
Yuna straightened, trying to regain her composure. "Fine. I was leaving anyway."
She grabbed her bag from where she had dropped it and headed for the exit. Her legs felt shaky, and she hated that he could probably see it. When she reached the door, she paused and looked back.
Noah stood in the middle of the court, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, watching her.
"What's your problem anyway?" Yuna asked.
Noah's expression was unreadable. "Stay away from me."
"Why?"
"Because my wolf recognizes you as prey," he said flatly. "Next time we cross paths, I might not stop myself from killing you."
Yuna's blood ran cold. She stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out if he was serious. The look in his eyes told her he was.
"Why?" she asked again, quieter this time.
Noah turned away from her. "Just stay away, Yuna."
The way he said her name, like it hurt him, made something twist in her chest. But she didn't ask again. She pushed through the door and left, her mind spinning with confusion and fear and something else she couldn't name.
Behind her, Noah stood alone in the darkness, his wolf howling inside him. The mate bond pulsed with every step she took away from him, but he forced himself to stay still.
His father's words echoed in his mind. Kitsunes are dangerous. Cunning. They'll destroy everything you love.
But Yuna didn't smell like a kitsune. She smelled like something else entirely. Something his wolf wanted to protect and possess.
And that terrified him more than anything.
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7.7
My husband, Bennett, and I were New York's golden couple. But our perfect marriage was a lie, childless because of a rare genetic condition he claimed would kill any woman who carried his baby. When his dying father demanded an heir, Bennett proposed a solution: a surrogate.
The woman he chose, Aria, was a younger, more vibrant version of me. Suddenly, Bennett was always busy, supporting her through "difficult IVF cycles." He missed my birthday. He forgot our anniversary.
I tried to believe him, until I overheard him at a party. He confessed to his friends that his love for me was a "deep connection," but with Aria, it was "fire" and "exhilarating."
He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
And he certainly didn't know I had just made a call to a service that specialized in one thing: making people disappear.
8.4
Carissa's son was dying in the ICU, and the bone marrow match had just failed.
The billionaire father, Guilford Gates, cornered her with a cruel ultimatum: naturally conceive a "savior sibling" to save their son. But what shocked Carissa more was his family's sudden accusation that she had heartlessly sold her baby to them three years ago.
"You sold your own flesh and blood to us for five million dollars, so your body belongs to the Gates family."
She was dragged into their gilded estate, treated like a filthy, rented womb. Guilford's new fiancée mocked her, the matriarch humiliated her, and Guilford looked at her with pure disgust. When she desperately tried to feed her sick son and accidentally made him vomit, Guilford violently shoved her away and banned her from the room.
Carissa was devastated and entirely confused. She had never seen a single cent of that five million. Driven by a desperate need for the truth, she investigated and uncovered a horrifying reality: her own father and stepmother had secretly trafficked her baby to the billionaire behind her back, leaving her to bear the ultimate blame.
Looking at the bank transfer record bought with her son's life, the last shred of Carissa's vulnerability died.
She signed the conception contract without asking for a single penny. She was going to use the Gates family's immense power to destroy the blood relatives who sold her, and she would survive this hell to take back her son.
7.4
Deadly contract
7.4
"So we have a deal, do we? We do things my way, no argument, no buts."
"Yes," she bit out.
"Good,"he said, smiling wryly to himself at the thought that yes wasn't a word Joy was used to saying to men. But she was going to say it a lot during their time together. He would make her say it. No, he would make her want to say it.
34-year-old Joy Mike, who, after a failed engagement and struggling with infertility, seeks to conceive a baby alone. Childhood acquaintance and now successful, attractive John Davis intervenes with a tempting proposal: he will help her conceive in the "traditional way". The contract leads to intense passion and emotional risk for Joy as she risks losing her heart to the man who promised her a baby, but not a marriage.
7.3
I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox.
Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost.
I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest.
"She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team."
If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure.
So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.
7.4
Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies.
As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart?
Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...
9.3
One night, all they shared was one night, but it led to the single lie that destroyed her life.
Sarina Dawson was nothing more than a forgotten half-breed until the night she was framed, drugged, and thrown into the bed of the most powerful Alpha alive, Alpha Leonard Kane.
He believed she had schemed to trap him so he cast her aside without a second glance and by morning, she had lost everything.
Banished, broken and alone.
But Sarina didn't leave empty-handed, she carried a secret.
A child with silver-grey eyes... the heir of the Alpha who despised her.
Two years later, she's built a quiet life far from the pack, hiding among humans, determined to protect her son at all costs until fate drags him back into her world.
Alpha Kane arrives closer than ever, more dangerous than ever and this time, he's searching for a wife... and an heir, and she is determined to keep her child away from him.
But secrets don't stay buried forever. And before he can lose her for eternity, will he claim her as his mate, or destroy her all over again?