ALPHA RYDER'S LUNA
Rejected, demeaned, and wrongly accused of murder she didn't commit.
Maya's life shatters as they accuse her of the sudden death of the new Luna chosen by Alpha Caleb.
Pregnant and powerless, she flees into forbidden territory where Caleb's laws cannot reach her.
Bleeding, terrified, and hunted by an entire pack, Maya collapses at the borders of the Mooresville pack territory ruled by the cold, feared Alpha Ryder, a man known for two things: his ruthless leadership and his complete lack of desire for any woman.
To save her life, Ryder offers her a deal: two years of a contract marriage and protection in exchange for her presence, no emotions, no intimacy, and no exceptions.
Ryder faces the one thing he never prepared for: wanting a woman he swore he could never desire. And Maya must choose: run again or trust one man whose heart isn't supposed to want her.
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Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3: ON THE RUN
MAYA'S POV
I raced out of the room in mortification and disgrace. I was still pregnant and had given my whole to a man who didn't want me; my virginity was lost for real. I could hear Elena running after me as I left. I ran outside, gasping for breath.
"Maya!" She whispered, but I didn't hear her clearly. "Hey, Maya, what's wrong?" Elena asked.
"Caleb, Caleb chose Layla as his mate and Luna," I answered her.
"Are you that shocked, sister? Well, I guess I am too, but why would you be this shaken over that? Layla is our friend, and that means one thing: we'd enjoy her luxury as Luna. She chimed excitedly, obviously clueless as to what I was going through.
"Caleb is my mate, Elena, and..." I broke down into a hysterical sob to finish my sentence.
"No, Maya, Caleb is Layla's mate," she replied, confused as to whatever it was I meant. "And please don't cry," she added, patting my back.
"No, Elena, Caleb is my mate, and he's been for 2 months now; in fact, it's deeper-we made a baby," I said, touching my stomach as I cried harder, then found my way to sit on a stairway at the entrance.
"But I don't understand; he told me he was going to announce me as his Luna today and mark me as his, and now he marked Layla. It means I've been rejected'" I rushed my words amidst sobs.
"No... what?" Elena asked, surprised.
"But why am I just hearing of this? How did you guys meet? When did all of this happen?" She had a lot of questions, and I knew it was wrong for me to have kept them from her; she was my sister, and she never kept anything from me.
"Caleb, he told me to keep it a secret," I said, realizing I had been stupid, and began to break down and cry even more.
"I hate to say this to you now in your darkest moment, but Maya, how could you be so stupid? How would you expect Alpha Caleb to love you when he'd rejected his mate, who was an omega, once?" She asked; she was concerned, but I knew even though Elena was concerned, she'd always say the truth and hit the nail on the head, but what she was saying I had no idea.
"He rejected an omega?" I asked, facing her as I wiped my eyes. "What could she have done?" I probed.
"You really don't know?" Elena asked. myself in, the more confused I was.
"She's here," Elena muttered, tugging at my gown, succeeding in getting my attention. I stood from the stairway I sat on, dusting my gown, trying to look presentable as Layla approached. She was now my Luna, and no matter how I felt, I was to serve her.
"Maya dear," Layla said in a very disgusting tone, "you must have thought Caleb was going to name you as his," she said as she began to toy with her fingers and then burst into hysterical laughter.
"But you see, you dream so high and try to reach things that can never be yours. I mean, look at you, trying to become the alpha's Luna; a mere omega dares to dream," she mockingly said.
Layla had changed from the loving beta friend who stood by me to a bitch who dared to steal a man she knew was mine. "I don't. Would you explain to me already?" I demanded, and then she sighed and began.
"Before you, Caleb had once been mated to another, only he never marked her; his excuse for rejecting her was that she was a weak omega who he couldn't trust to rule alongside him."
I couldn't seem to be able to comprehend the rest of whatever Elena was saying, as the only thing that kept ringing in my head was.
Alpha Caleb had rejected me because I was an omega, but then, why had he been intimate with me? Was I just a plaything in his eyes?
"Maya, Layla is walking towards us," Elena snapped, waving her right hand in front of my face.
But I paid her no attention; the more I thought about the situation, I found it was mated to me.
"But I'm not surprised he rejected you; if I were you, I'd reject me too."
she said with a wicked grin on her face.
"Don't you dare talk to my sister like that, you bitch," Elena growled at Layla, but I pulled her back. Layla was now above us, and getting on her bad side meant punishment.
"Let's go; I want to leave this place'" I said to Elena, who tried to protest, but looking at me, seeing the frustration on my face, she closed her mouth, held my hand, and dragged me further away from Layla.
"I need some water; could you get me some?" I asked Elena. We were in the warehouse of the hotel and had sat in silence for over 25 minutes since we got here after fleeing Layla. Elena didn't say a word; she just sat there for me.
"Sure, let me fetch you some water." She said and made her way out of the warehouse, but soon after, she came rushing back in, panicking.
"Maya, you have to run, right now," Elena said, roughly tugging at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, confused and not understanding what she meant.
Elena moved closer to me and then, in a low tone and with a sense of urgency, repeated, "You have to leave Nightshade right now."
"Why?" I asked in a more serious tone.
"I can't explain much now, but Layla is dead-no, she's murdered-and Caleb seems to believe it's your doing, and now, the whole pack is on the hunt for you," Sheila said, pacing around in front of me as she rushed her words, but they were clear enough.
A lot of thoughts rushed through my mind, a lot of questions I knew better not to ask because Elena wouldn't have answers to them.
Why was I to be hunted? Why was I suspected? Why should I run? And more importantly, where was I supposed to run to?
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9.5
WARNING: This is a STALKER xSTALKER DARK ROMANCE. MUTUAL OBSESSION with DUAL POV.
SYNOPSIS
CARLOS:
Will she wake up if I wrap her hand around my length? My vision tunnels and I move closer to her spread legs, fisting my cock faster. My balls engorge & heart tighten
I throw my head back when the wave hit me & my cum spills onto her inner thigh. I watch it soak into the center of her cunt.
She stirs but doesn't wake. Instead a beautiful word slip from her full lips
"Carlos... " Did she just...
"Thinking of your prey, pretty doll?"
THALIA: "He won't do it"
That's what I thought, but as I watch the man I'm meant to kill, behead a woman without blinking,staring straight at me. I knew, I'm after a monster.
TRIGGER WARNINGS
BOTH:
Stalking
Surveillance
Wet dreams
Graphic violence
Weapons
Threats
Privacy|Home invasion
MMC
Somnophilia
Voyeurism
FMC
Murder
Poisoning
Gory murder board
Questionable morals.
9.5
I was a disgraced heiress hiding as a dishwasher in a high-end club, scrubbing lipstick off glasses until my fingers went numb. One night, I was forced to deliver a bottle of vintage whiskey to the penthouse, only to find the tech billionaire Kenan Cervantes collapsing from a lethal neural storm. I used my surgeon’s training to save his life, holding him in the dark until his fever finally broke.
The next morning, the world I knew shattered. My coworker Tiffany, who hadn't even stepped foot in the room, claimed my identity as the savior. She signed a non-disclosure agreement and walked away with a $200,000 check, while I was accused of stealing the whiskey and had my entire month's wages forfeited as punishment.
While Tiffany was flaunting Chanel suits and posting photos from his balcony, I was being shoved into the mud by my abusive foster father in a dark alley. I watched from the shadows as Kenan stepped into his luxury car, looking right through me with nothing but cold distaste. To him, I was just "street trash" cluttering the sidewalk, while the imposter was the "angel" who had stabilized his heart.
The injustice felt like a physical weight. I had quieted the noise in his brain and kept him from the brink of death, yet I was the one facing eviction and hunger. I didn't understand how he could be a genius and still be so blind to the truth, rewarding a thief while I rotted in the basement.
Everything reached a breaking point when Tiffany forced me to sneak into his penthouse to help her maintain the lie. But Kenan returned from Tokyo early, finding me on the terrace with his military-grade protection dog. The beast that had tried to bite Tiffany was now resting its head in my lap, protecting me from its own master.
Kenan dropped his briefcase, his eyes locking onto mine as the fragmented memories of the storm finally clicked into place.
"You," he whispered.
9.4
They threw a prince into the river. A warrior climbed out.
Seven-year-old Marcus watched his parents die, betrayed by the uncle he trusted. Cast into beast-filled waters, left for dead, he should have perished. Instead, he survived-and began plotting revenge. For ten years, hiding his royal identity at a remote academy, Marcus trains in secret, driven by one burning purpose: make them all pay.
But when he finally returns to reclaim his throne, he'll uncover a truth more devastating than any betrayal: his parents are alive, and his suffering was their plan all along. Now Marcus must decide. Will he become the monster his enemies created, or the hero his broken kingdom desperately needs?
8.8
My husband, the Alpha, refused to mark me for three years, claiming he was waiting for the "perfect moment." Yet, he had no trouble claiming the "stray" rogue we took in.
I found Alessandro in his study, mocking me as a cold "ice sculpture" while Aria sat in his lap. He didn't just give her his affection; he gave her my life.
He cleared my sanctuary, the greenhouse, to plant cheap tulips for her. He drained the Pack's emergency funds to buy her a five-million-dollar necklace meant for a Luna.
But the ultimate betrayal happened in the stables.
My saddle snapped mid-jump. The fall shattered my leg, and the wound sizzled with liquid silver—sabotage meant to maim me permanently.
When the evidence pointed to Aria, Alessandro didn't punish her. He ordered the evidence buried.
He looked me in the eye and said a broken leg might finally teach me some humility.
He destroyed my reputation to boost his own ego, protecting a woman who was actually sleeping with half his council behind his back.
He thought I would break. He thought I would beg.
Instead, I stood before the entire Pack, played the footage of his mistress's treason, and uttered the words that would destroy him.
"I, Katarina De Luca, reject you."
8.9
Her blood is the key. His heart is the weapon. And fate is a curse.
Ela Demir thought she was just a bullied, plus-size girl from Istanbul-until a mysterious invitation arrives, summoning her to Silvermoon Academy, an elite werewolf school hidden from the human world. The moment she steps onto campus, she becomes the target of four powerful alpha heirs: Nikolai, the cold Siberian who says she's his fated mate; Lukas, the charming German who wants to use her as a weapon; Kai, the gentle Alaskan who sees her true worth; and Thorne, the rebellious loner with his own dark secrets.
But Ela isn't human. She carries dormant wolf blood-blood that could destroy the academy's thousand-year order. Hunted by a secret society called the Shadowborn and trapped in a bond that's slowly killing her, Ela must navigate a world of forbidden romance, deadly rivalries, and impossible choices.
When the boy she loves betrays her trust, she runs into the arms of her enemy. But survival comes at a price. And the only way to break the curse is to uncover the truth about her mother's death-a truth that will shatter everything she believes about love, loyalty, and her own blood.
Fate bound them. Choice will destroy them.
9.4
I used to believe love meant enduring. Staying. Shrinking myself so someone else could grow.
I told myself it was worth it-hiding who I was, working jobs I never had to work, pretending my life was smaller than it was. I loved him. I thought that was enough.
It wasn't.
He chose her.
My best friend looked me in the eyes and took everything I had built with him. And I remember standing there, wondering how I could feel so empty when my heart was still beating.
For a long time, I blamed myself. For trusting too much. For giving too much. For not being enough.
But I'm tired of carrying guilt that was never mine.
I am not broken. I was betrayed.
And there's a difference.
I'm going back-not to beg, not to explain-but to take back the parts of myself I abandoned. My name. My power. My voice. They don't know who I really am, and that might be the only advantage I have left.
Then he appears-calm, powerful, watching me like he sees the cracks I try to hide. And suddenly, revenge doesn't feel as simple as it used to. Neither does healing.
This is my second chance.
Not to love recklessly... but to choose myself, even if it changes everything.