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Pain. That was the first thing I registered as consciousness crept back into my battered body. Every breath felt like fire in my lungs, and my limbs seemed weighed down with lead. The antiseptic scent of the medical wing stung my nostrils, mixing with the underlying smells of blood—my blood—and the faint traces of unfamiliar rogues that still clung to my skin despite what must have been thorough cleaning. I kept my eyes closed, trying to piece together what had happened. The rogue attack had come without warning. I remembered fangs, claws, the sound of my own screams as they tore into me. Then... nothing. *"You're awake,"* Lyra, my wolf, whispered in my mind.

I felt it before I saw it—that terrible shift in my son's aura that sent ice through my veins. One moment Leo was sitting up in his hospital bed, laughing at the comic book I'd brought him, and the next his small body convulsed, his breaths coming in desperate, wheezing gasps. "Leo!" I reached for him as he collapsed back against the pillows, his skin turning an ashen gray. "Someone help! My son needs help!" My hands trembled as I pressed the emergency call button repeatedly, my wolf Lily howling in panic inside my mind. The Silver Creek Pack's medical wing had been our home for the past three days as Leo's mysterious symptoms worsened, but nothing had prepared me for this violent turn. Healer Davis rushed in, his normally calm demeanor replaced with tight-lipped concern as he checked Leo's vitals. "His shifting channels are completely blocked," he muttered, more to himself than to me. "The blood curse is progressing faster than we anticipated." "What does that mean?" I demanded, gripping Leo's hand. His fingers felt ice-cold against mine, his labored breathing filling the sterile room.

{MATURE - mid slow burn with yearning MMC. Knotting, claiming, mate frenzy and rutting. Check the trigger warnings. The FMC is a plus-size woman who insecure about her body, but as the book progresses, she'll learn to love herself.} ✧ SNIPPET ✧ My body hummed with desire as I tilted my head, giving him more access. "Fuck, you smell so good, sweetheart." He nipped at my jaw, his voice rough and primal. "I want to pound you so hard, knot you, and breed you with our pups." I gasped, clutching his shirt. "What are you waiting for? " I whispered against his mouth. "Claim me. Mark me. And make me yours." His eyes flashed, and a growl rumbled through him. "Careful, sweetheart. Once I claim you, you'll be mine-body, heart, and soul." "Then take me." ~**~ Christmas was meant to be magical-yet for Rosie Martinez, it became the night her world ended. A cruel bet. A viral video. A betrayal that left her reputation in ruins. Desperate to breathe again, Rosie runs to a quiet mountain town where no one knows her name-where she hopes she can disappear. She didn't expect him. Jude Winters-hockey captain, future Alpha of the Winters Pack, and the stranger who saved her in the snow. The moment he touched her, he knew. Mate. His. Forever. Rosie has no idea what she is to him. No clue about the supernatural world hidden beneath this frozen town. She only feels the way her body awakens around him... and the way he watches her like she's the only woman he's ever wanted. But when her past crashes into their peaceful relationship-threatening the one person he cares about-Jude's control snaps. And Rosie learns the truth: Wolves are real. Mates are fated. And she's his. And Jude Winters will burn the world before he lets anyone take her away.

The morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of the preparation room, casting rainbow patterns across the floor. Today was supposed to be the most important day of my life—my Mate Ceremony with Lucas, the Alpha of Shadow Claw Pack. I smoothed down my ceremonial dress, feeling the delicate fabric beneath my fingertips. Everything had to be perfect. "Kamryn spent months on this," I whispered to myself, thinking of my best friend who had hand-stitched my ceremonial cloak with rare silver thread. The cloak wasn't just fabric—it was a symbol of our bond, of my position as Luna, of the future I had built here. I pushed open the door to the preparation room, my heart light with anticipation. The smile froze on my face. "Oh no," I breathed, my eyes fixed on the floor. My ceremonial cloak lay in tatters, the silver threads glinting mockingly in the light.

I am just a low-ranking administrative drone in the Thorne Dominion, firmly at the bottom of the pack. But during the full moon's Pack Run, I was unexpectedly claimed by a colossal, terrifyingly powerful black wolf. He gave me the key to a luxurious private den, sealing our fated mate bond. The next day, at the Pack Assembly, my world completely shattered. The mysterious wolf standing on the dais, draped in royal regalia, was Alaric-our new, ruthless Alpha King. The power gap between us wasn't just a gap; it was an ocean. If anyone found out an Omega like me was secretly bonded to the supreme ruler, I would instantly have a target on my back. Ambitious high-born she-wolves were already watching my every move with calculating, jealous eyes. Why would the Moon Goddess pair a king who rules over thousands with a nobody whose family is drowning in shame? A lifetime of being invisible made me terrified of this bond. I desperately wanted to hide, to keep my distance so I wouldn't undermine his reign or get myself killed. But as I tried to shrink into the background of the Great Hall, his possessive voice echoed directly in my mind. "I know everything that is mine. Tonight. Our den. Wait for me." The Alpha King had no intention of letting me hide, and our dangerous double life had just begun.

The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting silver light across the Blood River Pack's annual Moon Festival. I stood at the edge of the clearing, my fingers nervously twisting the stem of the moon-bloom I'd spent hours gathering. The delicate white petals seemed to glow in the darkness, just like they had in my mother's stories about true mates and perfect bonds. "Tonight's the night," I whispered to myself, smoothing down the front of my dress. "He'll see me tonight." Two years of marriage, two years of rejection, and still my heart held hope. The mating moon was at its peak—the perfect time for Jasper to finally acknowledge our bond. I took a deep breath and stepped forward into the circle of firelight where my mate stood tall and proud. Jasper's dark hair gleamed as he conversed with visiting Alphas from neighboring territories. His broad shoulders and commanding presence drew every eye, just as they had drawn mine when we first met. But when his gaze finally fell on me approaching with the traditional offering, something cold flickered in his eyes.

The Silver Moon Pack was facing a wave of demotions. Aubree, a Delta warrior, had her rank stripped without her knowledge—her mate, Matthew Simmons, a Gamma, had negotiated a severance package on her behalf so his distant cousin, Paloma Boyd, could join the pack as a trainee. "Paloma promised to repay us once she’s fully trained," Matthew said, his tone dismissive. "Besides, the pack has already decided to demote you. After you receive the severance, I’ll take care of you. You won’t need to fight anymore." Aubree, heart heavy but trusting her mate, stepped back from her duties. She focused on their pup and their home, tending to the small tasks of daily life. But one evening, she overheard Matthew speaking in hushed tones with Paloma. "Actually, the Alpha said there won’t be any more demotions for now," he murmured. "Your position will be waiting for you once you complete your training.

The stack of pack documents felt heavier than usual in my arms as I organized them on Darren's mahogany desk. Three years as his Luna, and I still found myself tingling whenever I entered his office—the space that smelled of him, of pine and musk and power. My fingers traced over the embossed Silver Creek Pack logo on the folder. "Just a few more minutes," I whispered to my wolf, Aria, who stirred restlessly within me. "Then we can go for that run you've been begging for." Aria huffed. *We deserve more than scraps of attention.* I pushed away her complaint, focusing instead on alphabetizing the territorial agreements. Darren had been distant lately—busy with pack matters, he'd said. But I understood. Being Alpha meant sacrifice. Being his mate meant understanding.

The ceremonial grounds were never meant to hold this many wolves. Bodies pressed close—pack members, visiting dignitaries, allies from neighboring territories—all gathered under strings of lights that turned the autumn evening into something almost festive. I stood near the back, tucked between two oak trees, my fingers worrying the copper-stone bracelet on my wrist. The metal was warm from my nervous touch. Atlas stood on the high platform, backlit by torches, every inch the Alpha he'd been born to be. Broad shoulders, commanding presence, eyes that could cut through stone. My wolf Aria stirred inside me for the first time in days, a flutter of recognition that made my breath catch. Mate, she whispered, the word carrying three years of waiting. I'd worn my best dress—deep green, because Atlas once said it brought out the amber in my eyes. The fabric felt too tight now, constricting around my ribs as I watched him survey the crowd.

Kyle's childhood playmate Anna and I were both attacked by Rogue. For Anna's reputation, he lied that she was accidentally injured during training. And I became the shame who was kidnapped by Rogue and was considered dirty. Facing my questioning, Kyle coaxed me softly: "Anna has been a noble since she was a child, and she can't bear such rumors. Dear, you and I know that you are stronger than her." Looking at Kyle, whom I have loved for ten years, my heart is full of bitterness. Later, the elders thought that I tarnished the reputation of Silvercrest Pack. On the day they forced me to leave, he was busy healing Anna's wounds. When he found out, I had already disappeared. Kyle, now, I don't want you.

The pack meeting had gone well. I'd spent hours mediating between two families arguing over territory boundaries, and finally reached a compromise that left both parties satisfied. As Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, these duties were my responsibility—one I took pride in fulfilling properly. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I made my way up the grand staircase of the pack house. My shoulders ached from tension, and all I wanted was to sink into Alexander's arms and feel the comfort of our mate bond. *He should be home by now*, I thought, glancing at my watch. The setting sun cast long shadows through the windows, painting the hallway in amber light. As I approached our master bedroom, something felt wrong. My wolf, Victoria, stirred uneasily within me. *Something's not right*, she whimpered.

'So, this is the end.' ... In one life, Valerie, Luna of the Eclipse pack, had died for her a mate who didn't love her, a family who only saw faults in her and a pack who never respected her, all of them favouring Alyn, her adopted sister. She spent her last life in misery with regret, her sisters mocking sneer and the absence of family couldn't even be there in her last moments. But now, she was reborn. Waking up months before her death, ready to change her fate, this time, she knew what she had to do; renounce her Luna position, the mate bond, and leave behind the people who never cared for her. It was the best solution for her...and her unborn child. Yet when facing the mate who once hated her, his gaze had changed completely. The ties she'd believed were untangled long ago have now returned more complicated, especially when another Alpha vies for her affection. And when it comes to leaving the past behind and letting go, which path do she choose?

I stood as a ghost, watching the rhythmic thud of dirt hitting my own casket. My father, Senator Ellwood, dabbed his eyes for the cameras while my stepmother, Carroll, played the grieving mother perfectly, even though they were the ones who had paved the way for my murder. The vision shifted to a high-rise office where Isadore Walker, the terrifying "Shadow Regent," was methodically bankrupting every elite family that had betrayed me. He pressed a silver koi fish necklace to his lips and triggered a massive explosion, choosing to burn the entire world down just to join me in death. "Little Fish," he whispered. In my first life, I was a naive pawn who believed my best friend, Catarina, when she claimed I simply slipped into the pool at my Debutante Ball. I let the opportunistic Cody Stevens play the hero who "saved" me, leading to a hollow engagement that ended in my ruin. I never knew that my stepmother had conspired with our housekeeper to hide my true identity and keep me from my biological family. I died without ever understanding why Isadore, a man who treated me with cold indifference, would sacrifice everything for my sake. I didn't know that my entire life was a web of kidnappings and bribes designed to keep me as a political pawn. Suddenly, the heat of the explosion warped into the agonizing burn of icy water. I broke the surface, gasping for air, back at the very party where my downfall began three years ago. As I climbed out, I didn't look for Cody’s help. I wrapped myself in Isadore’s sandalwood-scented jacket and felt the cold steel of the tactical knife he had left in the pocket. This time, I wasn't the victim; I was the one who would light the fuse.

I stood frozen among the gathered pack members, my heart hammering against my ribs as my father's words echoed through the grand council hall. "The union between my daughter, Aria, and our future Alpha Kai will strengthen the Moonstone Pack and secure our bloodlines for generations to come." The announcement hit me like a physical blow. My fingers trembled at my sides as I forced myself to maintain composure, feeling dozens of eyes boring into me. Some gazes held surprise, others calculation, but none matched the shock coursing through my own body. Kai. My arranged mate was *Kai*. I dared a glance toward him where he stood tall and imposing at the front of the hall. His face revealed nothing—no joy, no displeasure, just the same stoic mask he always wore. The same expression he'd had years ago when we trained together, when I'd first felt my heart stutter in his presence, when I'd first realized I loved someone who would never see me. My wolf, Nora, stirred anxiously within me.

The pack house smelled like roasted venison and pine smoke. I stood alone in the main hall, smoothing the silk of my dress over my stomach. Three days ago, Lena the Healer had gripped my hand across her examination table and smiled. "You're carrying, Luna," she'd said, and the world had tilted into something brighter. I pressed my palm flat against my abdomen now, feeling nothing but the warmth of my own skin. It didn't matter. I knew. My wolf knew. She'd been purring since the moment Lena spoke the words, a low rumble of satisfaction I hadn't felt in two years of hoping and waiting and bleeding every month like clockwork. Tonight I would tell Gavin.

I knew something was wrong the moment Dad's truck pulled into our driveway. The golden wolf spirits that usually danced around our house—the ones only I could see—suddenly scattered like frightened birds. In their place, something dark and cold crept across our front yard, making my skin crawl. Mom was in the kitchen making her famous honey cakes when the front door slammed open. She looked up with that bright smile she always wore when Dad came home, flour dusting her cheek. But her expression froze when she saw him. Dad wasn't alone. A woman with long black hair stepped through our doorway, her hand resting possessively on a very pregnant belly. The moment I laid eyes on her, my spiritual sight flared to life without warning. Dark auras swirled around her head like angry storm clouds, so thick and menacing that I had to grip the kitchen counter to steady myself.

The morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of the ceremonial chamber, casting rainbow patterns across the polished marble floor. I stood in the center of the room, my heart racing with anticipation as Elaine adjusted the silver circlet on my head. "You look beautiful, Clara," Elaine said, her fingers deftly weaving moonflowers into my hair. "The future Beta of Thornwood Pack won't know what hit him." I smiled, though something in her tone made me pause. "What's wrong? You sound like you're attending a funeral, not a mating ceremony." Elaine's hands stilled for just a moment. "It's nothing. Just... be careful with Blake. I've heard things about him that don't add up." "Like what?" I turned to face her, but she avoided my gaze.

Three years into my mate bond with Mason Cole, he brought home a female werewolf. He said he found her wandering alone as a rogue and felt pity for her, so he took her into the packhouse under his protection. I believed him. But then he allowed her to slip a potion into my drink that caused me to lose our pup. He sided with her, humiliated me, and ignored my pain. In the face of my endless questioning, he grew annoyed. Impatiently, he pushed the Gamma warrior, Ambrose Harrison, toward me. "You could always try someone new," he said with a shrug. "That way, we don’t have to interfere with each other." But when I truly stopped interfering with him, he regretted it. --- I stood frozen, staring at the man in front of me.

Leo’s shining star is back in town. Madeline, the formidable Luna of the Jensen Pack, hands me a check, her expression cold and unyielding. “The real deal has returned, so you, the knock-off, should step aside.” Her tone is sharp, the authority of a Luna cutting through the air. “A million dollars. Leave my son.” I stare at the check, my eyebrows knitting together. My wolf stirs faintly in the back of my mind, a quiet whisper of unease, but I push it down. This is not the time for her to voice her concerns. Madeline’s lips tighten, her gaze narrowing. “What? Not enough?

Pearl had only ever experienced pain and cruelty in Pandara, her kingdom. The moment her father, the Alpha of the Orchard Pack, found out she wasn't his true-born daughter, he turned everyone against her. Her mother attempted to defend her but was labeled a traitor, and they extinguished her compassion by setting her ablaze. Left with nothing but her mother's ashes and one loyal friend, Pearl held onto a final hope: to escape across the dark rivers and snow-covered woods to Vartun, the land ruled by the feared Alpha King Ronan. A half-beast and half-legend, Ronan is cursed to devour every mate who dares to accept his mark. Only a wolf of Silvershade blood, a line thought to be extinct, can tame his beast and lift the curse. Pearl had no idea if she belonged to the Silvershade line, but honestly, it didn't matter. Anything was better than the shackles of Pandara, even meeting death. So she ran, with only her friend aware of her plan. But just halfway through the dark Pandara woods, she heard the hunting horns, felt the pounding paws behind her, and heard the kingdom's iron bells ringing out, which only sounded when someone tried to run away from the kingdom. Had her only friend also betrayed her? Will Pearl survive the journey to the Vartun kingdom and be chosen as the Alpha King's mate?

The kitchen smells like cinnamon and pine, the scents of the Moon Festival mingling with the sharp tang of my anxiety. I'm Aspyn Spencer, and tonight I'm not preparing for the celebration as the Alpha's mate. I'm here as a servant. My hands ache from scrubbing pots all afternoon while the pack house buzzes with excitement above me. Seven years. Seven years of being Desmond's fated mate, and still no mark on my neck. The other she-wolves whisper when they think I can't hear. Unmarked. Unwanted. I hoist the crate of wine bottles, the wood digging into my palms.

In my previous life, I, Claire Holloway, was eight months pregnant, kneeling in a storm, begging Lucas Ashford to save the bankrupt Holloway family. But he held his first love, Vanessa Wren, in his arms, looking down at me with cold disdain. "The Holloway family's downfall was orchestrated by me. Did you really think I'd fall for a spoiled rich girl like you? If it weren't for getting my revenge today, I'd have found even touching you disgusting." In despair, I died that freezing night—two lives lost with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was diagnosed with pregnancy. Lucas was gently peeling shrimp for me, smiling as he asked what kind of diamond ring I wanted. I looked at his hypocritical face and let out a quiet, cold laugh. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.

I knew something was wrong before he even closed the door. It was past midnight. I'd been sitting at the kitchen table with a cold cup of tea, waiting. Ryatt had texted around nine — running late, extended training session, don't wait up. I waited anyway. I always waited. He came in quietly, the way he always did when he thought I was asleep. I heard his boots on the hardwood, the soft click of the door. I stood up from the table and walked into the hallway to meet him. That's when I caught it.

The scent of rosemary and seared steak filled the kitchen, a smell that usually brought comfort, but tonight, it only fueled the knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. I hummed a soft, trembling tune—one of the few things my grandmother had left me—as I arranged the garnish on the plate. It was our third anniversary. Three years of silence. Three years of sleeping in the guest room while my mate, Alpha Ryker Davis, pretended I didn’t exist. But tonight, I had hope. I had prepared his favorite meal. Maybe, just maybe, the Moon Goddess would finally soften his heart. The heavy oak doors of the pack house burst open, slamming against the walls with a violence that made me jump. A gust of wind swept through the hallway, carrying a scent that made my blood run cold.