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Astrid turned and her jaw nearly dropped in shock. "Xavier?" Her forherr mate, who ever bullied her with his bitch for thousands of time and rejected her without any hestiation, while smiled at her brightly. "I'm here to take you home." "I am not going back with you." "You have no choice. " Xavier pulled her arm and yanked her forward ignoring her struggles. Suddenly, a deep and cold voice interrupted them. "Am I interrupting you two?" Both of them were looking back. It was Alpha Jaxon. The most powerful and crueless Alpha in the world, who owned Astrid as his surroagte. ***************************************************************** Alpha Jaxon placed her directly on top of the librarian's massive desk. His hands began to wander all over her body touching her neck, her breasts, squeezing her ass. "Alpha Jaxon." His name left her lips as a moan before she was even conscious of what she was saying. He began to push up the voluminous skirts of her gown pulling her to the edge of the desk where he pressed up against her, his erection rubbing against her and making her feel so darn hot. She moaned even louder and Alpha Jaxon kissed the top of her breasts making her shiver. When he raised his head, his eyes were darker and his voice laboured. "Today is your ovulation day, right?"

Sloane Alder has spent three hundred years pretending to be ordinary — a quiet coroner's assistant in Savannah, Georgia, with no power, no past, and no desire to be noticed. The seal she carved into her own soul keeps the devastating truth locked away: she is one of the oldest, most destructive beings in existence, and she erased herself on purpose. Sterling Voss is the city's supernatural enforcer — a shadow-wielder who answers to no one and destroys anyone who crosses his territory. When he drags Sloane into a blood debt she can't refuse, he assumes she's just another fragile human caught in his web. But every secret has an expiration date. The more Sterling pulls Sloane into his world, the more the seal fractures. And the thing waking up inside her doesn't care about patience, or plans, or the dangerous, electric pull between them. Sterling thinks he's in control. Sloane is letting him believe that. The question isn't whether the truth will destroy them — it's whether anything will be left standing when it does.

The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen. My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive. The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest. I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman. But Chelsea wouldn't stop. She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property. I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength. As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run. Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan. "She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."

I should've known something was wrong when the chandeliers started swaying. The Alpha Summit hall was packed—hundreds of wolves from a dozen territories, all dressed in their finest, all watching me. Me. Halle Snyder, former warrior prodigy, current Head Trainer of the Silver Moon Pack. Well, about to be official, anyway. My wheelchair gleamed under the stage lights. I'd polished it myself this morning, wanting everything perfect. Jonah had kissed my forehead before we left our quarters, told me how proud he was. Seven years together, and he still made my heart flutter with those little gestures. Stupid.

When Selena Vale wakes up with no memories of her past, she believes Alpha Damien Cross saved her life. For three years, she lives as his obedient wife, taking mysterious pills he claims keep her healthy. But after terrifying nightmares and the return of her hidden wolf instincts, Selena begins remembering the truth. Damien didn’t save her. He destroyed her world. After Selena rejected him years ago, Damien helped massacre her entire Pack to seize Northern territory and power. Then he erased her memories, drugged her wolf into silence, and trapped her inside a fake marriage built on lies. Even the child she raised as her own belongs to another woman. As Selena’s Silver Wolf blood awakens, so does her hunger for revenge. And when the ruthless Lycan King Kane returns—the only man who ever tried to save her—Selena must decide who she wants to become: The broken wife Damien created… Or the Queen of the North he failed to bury.

After my mate Andre marked Yasmin as his second mate, he and our son poured all their love into her. On Yasmin’s birthday, they accompanied her into the city to celebrate at a fancy restaurant. Meanwhile, I was out in the pack’s territory, gathering herbs for the healer when I felt a sharp pain and realized I was miscarrying. Desperate, I mind-linked Andre, begging him to come home and take me to the healer. But he only growled back, "What are you talking about? I haven’t been near you in months! How could you possibly be carrying my pup?" Our son, Quinton, joined the link, his voice impatient. "Mom, stop lying! Teacher said lying is wrong. Aunt Yasmin’s about to blow out her candles.

On the night of our third anniversary as mates, I sat in the grand hall of the Adams Pack territory, surrounded by the elite of the werewolf world. The air was thick with the mingling scents of power and ambition, the kind that only Alphas and their inner circles could exude. Rowan, my mate and Beta of the Adams Pack, had told me he was away on pack business. Yet there he was, standing at the center of the room, his arm draped around Blair Bell, his old flame and the pack’s most conniving Omega. His dark eyes gleamed with a satisfaction that made my stomach churn, and his broad shoulders, once a source of comfort, now seemed to radiate arrogance. Before I could confront him, I overheard a group of Deltas nearby, their voices dripping with mockery. “Now that Blair’s back, when are you going to drop your substitute Luna?” one of them asked, nudging Rowan with a smirk. Rowan chuckled, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the gathering. “Anytime,” he replied, his tone casual, as though he were discussing the weather. My heart shattered into pieces, the bond between us screaming in protest.

The silver light of the full moon filtered through the trees as I made my final rounds with the night patrol. My muscles ached pleasantly from the evening's exertion, and my inner wolf, Sarah, hummed with contentment beneath my skin. These moments—moving through our territory with purpose, feeling the pack's collective strength—were when I felt most like a true Luna of the Moonstone Pack. "Everything's secure along the eastern border, Luna Chloe," reported Delta Jackson, his posture straightening as he addressed me. "Good work tonight," I smiled, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Tell the others they can return to their families. I'll check in with Alpha Ryan." The pack house loomed ahead, its windows glowing amber against the night. Ten years I'd called this place home—five as Ryan's chosen mate and five as his Luna. Each stone and timber held memories of our life together, the partnership we'd built. I paused at the entrance, inhaling deeply.

The rain hammered down like the Moon Goddess herself was weeping. I stood at the Silver Moon territory borders, water streaming down my face as I punched in my Alpha clearance code for the third time. The gate's scanner blinked red. Access denied. My wolf, Aurora, snarled in my mind. *They revoked our codes.* *I noticed,* I thought back, jaw clenched. Three years. I'd been gone three years training with the Northern Territories' elite Gamma warriors, becoming something more than just the Alpha's daughter. I'd left believing Xavier would honor our bond, protect my father's legacy. The cold knot in my stomach told me I'd been a fool.

The night before our marking ceremony, my mate Harry Hawkins was reportedly killed by rogues on his way back to the packhouse. Everyone expected me to collapse in grief, mourning his loss as if my life had ended. But I simply folded the ceremonial gown I had sewn myself and carried on as if nothing had happened. Three years later, he returned from the dead, his arm wrapped around another woman. “So, you’re the mate who waited three years for me?” he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. “You’re not much to look at, are you? No wonder no one else wanted you.” He paused, as if considering a great favor. “But I suppose, out of pity, I could take you as my chosen mate.” He expected me to fall at his feet in gratitude. Instead, I stepped past him without a word, heading straight into the packhouse. Harry didn’t know that on the day he faked his death, I had watched him from a distance, his betrayal etched into my memory.

My Alpha and mate humiliated me for wearing a dress that looked like one he bought for his first love. I hadn’t known. I hadn’t known when I pulled the gown over my body, when I stood in front of the mirror, running my hands over the delicate fabric. The deep crimson color shimmered under the candlelight, the soft silk hugging my frame perfectly. It had been left for me by a servant, folded neatly on my bed with a simple note: For the Luna. I had thought it was a gift. A token of love from my mate. I should have questioned it. I should have noticed the uneasy looks the maids gave me when I stepped out of my chambers.

The Ironveil council chamber smelled like old leather and cold coffee. I sat at the far end of the long table, in the seat I had occupied for ten years, with the Luna's crest carved into the wood under my right hand. My husband, Alpha Alexander Bell, sat at the head. Between us stretched twelve of his senior wolves, two Gammas, and a map of the eastern trade corridor I had drawn myself three winters ago. I was speaking when my phone buzzed against my thigh. "—which means we renegotiate the timber terms with Crescent Hollow before the frost," I said, not looking down. "They'll concede six points if we offer the east ridge access. I've already drafted the language." Alexander nodded without really hearing me. He was scrolling through something on his own phone under the lip of the table, the way he always did in meetings he thought were beneath him. I used to find it charming once.

Content Warning: This is a dark, slow-burn, reverse harem omegaverse romance featuring intense bullying, heat cycles, possessive alphas, forced proximity, knotting, biting, rejection, and healing through fire. 18+ only. This story will hurt, haunt, and seduce you. Tagline- They broke me. Marked me. Claimed me. Now I’m the Omega they'll burn for. --- I was born to obey. I was raised to be silent. But when the Moon chose me… she screamed. Rhea Mooncrest spent her life in the shadows—an Omega hidden, scarred, and unwanted. Bullied for being weak. Rejected for being different. Her only crime? Surviving. But everything changes the night of the Omega Presentation Ceremony, when fate binds her to the four most dangerous alphas in the Silverfang Pack. Ash, Zane, Kai, and Blaze—her childhood tormentors. The ones who used to shove her into lockers… now burn for her scent. The ones who mocked her… now crave her submission. I didn’t choose them. And I refuse to be theirs. When Rhea dares to reject the bond, she shatters their pride—and ignites a cruel obsession. Forced to live with them under Alpha law, every day is a twisted game of power and punishment, dominance and desire. Ash watches her like a storm building. Zane flirts with fire behind a smile. Kai plays games with her mind—and her body. Blaze? He breaks anything that touches her, including himself. They say I belong to them. But I’ll make them beg. Her first heat hits, and everything unravels. The bond tightens. The rules change. And with every whispered threat and stolen touch, the line between hate and hunger blurs. There’s more to Rhea’s blood than anyone knows. A secret buried with her mother. A curse. A prophecy. And four alphas fated not just to love her… but to fall to her. This isn't a love story. It's a war of instincts. And I'm done running.

On the eve of our mark ceremony, the Lycan Prince suddenly announced a change in his chosen Luna. My sister, Lexi, stood before me in the ceremonial gown meant for me, her expression unapologetic. "Opportunities and status are earned, not given," she said coolly. "You lost to me. Accept it." Just like that, I became my father's discarded daughter. To silence the rumors circulating in the pack, my father hastily arranged for me to be mated to a low-ranking Omega from a distant, impoverished family. My mate, Archie Lane, was an Omega with nothing to his name but his intelligence and a blind grandmother to care for. --- At the Come of Age Ceremony hosted by the Lycan Queen, a drunken Delta was found slumped behind a garden hedge, my missing necklace clutched in his hand. When he was roused and questioned, he boldly claimed it was a token of affection I had given him. Such a scandal could have been handled discreetly to protect my reputation, especially since the Lycan Queen was to be my future mother-in-law.

The venison had been in the oven for three hours. I knew because I'd been watching the clock above the kitchen door the way you watch something you don't actually care about — just to have somewhere to put your eyes. The pack house smelled like rosemary and rendered fat and the kind of warmth that makes a place feel like home, which was funny, because this place had never been home. Not once in three years. I pulled the roasting pan out and set it on the iron trivet. The meat was perfect. Honey-glazed, herb-crusted, the skin crackling at the edges exactly the way Eleanor had taught me the first Thanksgiving I spent here, back when she still believed her son was going to come around. From the great hall, I heard Emmett laugh. It was a real laugh — loose and easy, the kind he never used around me. Daisy said something I couldn't make out, and he laughed again.

After Beta Benicio Lewis drove drunk and hit a Delta from our pack, I took the blame and spent two years in the rogue cells. The day after my release, we hurriedly planned a mating ceremony. That night, he led me into the packhouse’s largest room, which was cloaked in darkness. He shoved me onto the bed, and I instinctively reached for him. But then all the lights suddenly switched on, and I was shocked to see several Alphas from neighboring packs surrounding the bed. Their dominant auras pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. "I’ve never been with an Omega from the rogue cells before. I wonder how this will turn out," one of them sneered, his Alpha tone cutting through the air. I attempted to get up, but my limbs felt weak, my body burning up, and all the men looked like Benicio. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, but I silenced her, refusing to show weakness.

The acrid stench of smoke and ash clung to my nostrils as I picked through the charred remains of what had once been my home. The rogue attack had come without warning, a savage assault that had left the Sterling pack house in ruins. My fingers, blackened with soot, trembled as I sifted through debris, searching for anything salvageable, anything that might have survived the inferno. My wolf, Lyra, whimpered softly within me. *Something feels wrong, Charlotte. This is more than just destruction.* "I know," I whispered, though I couldn't articulate exactly what felt off. For three years, I'd believed this was my home, my territory as Luna to Alpha Marcus Sterling. I'd sent nearly every dollar I earned from my international architecture consulting work back to support our pack, our future. Yet as I stood amid the smoking ruins, I felt strangely... disconnected.

Framed for corporate spying, Liana Bennett was arrested and murdered in a prison cell. Now she wakes in her old life, exactly one month before the set up. She has one month to identify the traitor inside her company who orchestrated her death before they do it again. The enemy is already watching, already moving. Every change she makes to rewrite comes at a price: a core memory erased. One wrong step, and she loses the very truth she needs to survive. Then there's Raphael Blackthorne, The ruthless CEO of her rival company, the man she spent a reckless night with, and now the person offering her flowers, dinners, and sincerity. Liana has a plan. She can't afford the distraction. But as her memories unravel and the enemy closes in, she faces the truth she can't outrun: to survive, she may have to become someone who no longer remembers why she fought at all.

The Black Moon Pack's grand hall buzzed with excitement as I stood beside my mother-in-law, Luna Elouise, watching the spectacle unfold. Tonight was supposed to be a simple welcome ceremony for the pack's new head healer—a formality, nothing more. But the moment Haley Andrews stepped through the massive oak doors, everything changed. She glided in wearing a flowing white dress that seemed to catch every ray of light, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like a halo. The pack members parted before her like the Red Sea, their faces lighting up with genuine welcome. I felt nothing but a cold knot in my stomach. Atticus, my Alpha mate and husband of three years, rose from his seat at the high table without a second glance in my direction. 'Haley,' he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. I watched, my face a careful mask of Luna dignity, as he crossed the room in long strides and took her hands in his. 'You've finally come home.' Home.

The scent hit me like a physical blow during what should have been a routine territorial dispute meeting. I sat in my usual place at the head of the conference table, my Luna aura steady and commanding as I listened to Beta Marcus present the latest boundary challenges from the neighboring packs. The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of our pack house meeting room, casting familiar shadows across the polished oak table where Travis and I had presided over countless such gatherings for nearly twenty years. But today, something was wrong. My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly within me, her hackles rising with an instinctive alarm that made my skin prickle. The scent was subtle at first—a floral sweetness that didn't belong in our masculine-dominated meeting space, clinging to the air like an unwelcome presence. Jasmine and vanilla, mixed with something younger, more vibrant than the mature scents I was accustomed to in pack leadership circles. I forced myself to focus on Marcus's words about patrol schedules and territorial markers, but Luna's agitation grew stronger with each passing moment. The foreign scent wasn't just lingering in the room—it was emanating from Travis himself, woven into his clothes, his skin, his very presence like a territorial claim I couldn't ignore. My mate bond, which had been strangely muted for months, suddenly flared with painful clarity.

The grand ballroom of Shadowmoon Pack's estate sparkled under crystal chandeliers, filled with the most influential Alphas and Lunas from across the region. I stood beside Jonathan on the elevated platform, my hands clasped in front of me, forcing my spine straight despite the weight of six years pressing down on my shoulders. The annual Inter-Pack Alliance gathering was always a display of power and prestige, but tonight felt different. The tension radiating from Jonathan made my skin crawl, and the way his eyes kept drifting to where Lena stood among the crowd sent ice through my veins. My emerald silk gown, chosen specifically to represent Shadowmoon Pack's colors, felt like a costume now. The Luna pendant at my throat—my mother's pendant—seemed to burn against my skin as I watched Jonathan's jaw clench and unclench. Whatever he was planning, my wolf was already retreating deep within me, sensing the coming storm. "Distinguished guests," Jonathan's voice boomed across the ballroom, commanding immediate silence. "Tonight marks not only our continued alliance but a significant announcement for Shadowmoon Pack's future." My heart hammered against my ribs. No.

"It's like he's a different breed of werewolf. Something... beyond us." • • • Adrienne Gage has spent her entire life being shunned and punished for her mouthy attitude, and being loyal to a pack which doesn't deserve her loyalty. It's been a year since her last punishment, and she's been walking on eggshells to keep herself in the clear. But now, that's all being threatened to be taken away if she doesn't abide by what the Alpha's son wants; and that's her as his Luna. At the same time, terrified whispers are circulating around. Mentions of a tyrant Alpha looking for a new pack to conquer. Adrienne thinks nothing of everyone else's paranoia. That is until she finds herself half conscious and being dragged away deeper into the woods with canines around her neck.

I woke up in a world I didn’t recognize—my world now, but not the one I was born into. I was Juniper Howell, daughter of Alpha Felipe Howell and Luna Emery Bennett of the Silver Crescent Pack. Today was my Ascension Ceremony, the ritual that would officially recognize me as an adult werewolf and solidify my place in the pack hierarchy. But as I stood in the grand hall, surrounded by the pack’s elders and warriors, I could feel the tension in the air like a storm brewing. The ceremony began, and the pack’s Beta stepped forward to initiate the ritual. As my inner wolf, Flame, stirred within me, I braced myself for the moment when her essence would manifest. But as the crimson glow of my wolf’s fur began to shimmer around me, the room erupted in whispers. “Look at that,” someone muttered. “Her wolf’s aura is so faint. It’s almost… ordinary.” Sabrina Jimenez, my half-sister and the pack’s other Delta, stood to the side, her lips curled into a smirk.

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.