Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf
I was just hiking in Yosemite, but I woke up in a primitive forest with two moons and giant, mutated beasts.
Before I could even process the shock, I was attacked by a monstrous saber-toothed tiger, only to be saved by a massive silver wolf who suddenly transformed into a fiercely possessive, completely naked man named Caleb.
He claimed me as his own and carried me to his sprawling beast-man tribe. But the moment we arrived, I became the target of vicious ridicule. Jana, the tribe's most fertile female, pointed at my unmarked skin and publicly humiliated me.
"She has no mate marks! She's a barren waste, useless for breeding!"
Hearing this, the hundreds of beast-men who had just been eyeing me with lust instantly stepped back in disgust. In this twisted, animalistic society, a female's worth was tied entirely to her ability to produce strong cubs.
I stood there shivering, terrified and degraded, reduced to nothing but a defective piece of meat. I braced myself for the inevitable, waiting for Caleb to realize my worthlessness and throw me out to be torn apart by the wild.
Instead, a terrifying, suffocating aura exploded from his body, bringing the entire tribe to their knees. He swatted the fertile female away in disgust, scooped me into his arms, and turned his back on the camp.
"She is my only mate," he declared, his ice-blue eyes promising violence to anyone who dared to look at me.
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Chapter 2
Caleb crouched down. His movement was fluid, dangerous. His eyes roamed over her face, her neck, her body, with a naked hunger that made Cora feel like she was already naked too. The intensity of his stare was suffocating.
Cora's face burned. She was staring at a stranger's penis. A very large, very attached penis belonging to a man who had just been a wolf. She slapped both hands over her eyes and whipped her head away.
"Don't look," she gasped out, her voice trembling.
A rough hand closed around her wrists. Caleb's grip was firm but not painful. He pulled her hands away from her face with an easy strength she couldn't resist.
"You hide from me?" he asked. His voice was deep, a gravelly rumble that vibrated in his chest.
His thumb brushed over the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist. The contrast between his rough skin and her softness sent a jolt of electricity up her arm. Cora flinched, trying to pull back, but his hold was iron.
He wasn't looking at her face anymore. His intense gaze was fixed on her wrist, then moved up to her neck. He turned her hand over, inspecting her forearm, then the other one. He leaned in, his nose almost touching her collarbone again, sniffing.
Then, he smiled. It was a fierce, triumphant expression that transformed his face from intimidating to breathtakingly handsome.
"You are unmarked," he said. His English was accented, the words clipped and strange, but understandable.
Cora stared at him, her brain struggling to catch up. "You... you speak English?"
He didn't answer her question. He just kept staring at her lips.
"I'm Cora," she babbled, fear making her talkative. "I'm from New York. I was hiking in Yosemite, and I got lost, and then that thing attacked, and then you... you were a wolf. How are you a wolf? Where am I?"
Caleb tilted his head. "New York?" He repeated the word like it was foreign. Which, clearly, it was to him.
"Yes! New York! America? Earth?" Cora pointed up at the sky, hoping for some sign of civilization, a plane, a contrail, anything.
Her finger froze.
The sky wasn't right. It was twilight, but the light wasn't coming from a setting sun. Hanging in the sky, side by side, were two moons. One was a deep, blood red. The other was a pale, glowing white. They were massive, taking up half the sky.
The world tilted again. This time it wasn't dizziness. It was reality cracking.
That's not possible. Two moons aren't possible.
The panic she had been holding back burst through the dam. Her breathing hitched, turning into short, sharp gasps. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the impossible sky.
"I'm not on Earth," she whispered, the truth hitting her like a physical blow. "I'm not on Earth."
Caleb's brow furrowed. He didn't like the smell of her fear. It was sour and acrid, ruining the sweet vanilla scent.
He reached out and scooped her up. One arm under her knees, the other around her back. He pulled her flush against his bare chest.
Cora yelped, instinctively pushing against his pectorals. They were like warm stone. Unyielding. "Let me go!"
He ignored her struggles. He tucked her head under his chin and inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. A low rumble of satisfaction vibrated through his chest into her body.
"Safe," he muttered. "I have you."
His body heat was overwhelming. He smelled of pine, blood, and something uniquely male, something that made her heart race even faster. Cora kicked her legs, but it was like hitting a brick wall.
"Ow!" she gasped.
A sharp pain shot through her knee. The movement had pulled the injured skin.
Caleb stopped instantly. He loosened his grip, his eyes snapping down to her leg. The scrapes from her fall were still bleeding, the dirt ground into the raw flesh.
His expression darkened. The softness vanished, replaced by a terrifying rage. But it wasn't directed at her.
He dropped to one knee on the muddy ground. His large hand wrapped around her calf, lifting her leg up.
"What are you doing?" Cora tried to pull her leg back. "Stop!"
He didn't stop. He lowered his head toward her knee.
Cora watched in horrified fascination as his tongue, pink and slightly rough, extended and licked directly over the bleeding scrape.
A weird, tingling sensation spread through her skin. It wasn't entirely painful. It was... electric. Warm. The burning pain seemed to fade instantly under the wet heat of his mouth.
She jerked her leg, trying to dislodge him. "That's disgusting! Stop licking me! It's covered in mud! You're going to give me a massive infection! There's bacteria everywhere!"
His grip on her ankle tightened, holding her still. He licked the wound one more time, slow and deliberate, before raising his head.
His lips were stained with her blood. His eyes were dark, the blue almost swallowed by the black of his pupils. The look on his face was pure, primal possession.
"My saliva heals you," he said, his voice a low growl. "You are mine now."
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She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
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Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
7.6
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7.6
I saw him first. I knew him first. I loved him first, but here he is being introduced to me as my new step-dad.
How could this happen? How could he end up married to my mother, the one person I can't possibly steal him from and yet...
Now that I'm no longer an eighteen year old child and he isn't my teacher, lines are beginning to cross.
What do I possibly do with this desire and guilt that keeps overlapping and why is it when I try my best to keep my distance he keeps pulling me in?
It feels so wrong and yet it feels so right, will I be able to ignore this longing or will I want him to hold me tight?
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
8.7
Emerson worked grueling twelve-hour shifts just to keep her five-year-old son, Leo, alive. Her only lifeline was her partner Alden, who was willing to give up his wealthy family to protect them.
But when Leo's bone marrow completely failed, the doctor delivered a death sentence. The only way to save him was a two-million-dollar treatment, or having another child with his biological father.
That father was Finnegan Mcconnell, the ruthless billionaire who had accused Emerson of faking her pregnancy and abandoned her five years ago.
Desperate for the medical fees, Emerson submitted her designs to Finnegan's company.
Instead of advancing the money, Finnegan tore her portfolio to shreds and trapped her as a prisoner in his estate.
To force her complete submission, he systematically destroyed her reality. He framed Alden with federal charges, leaving him facing twenty years in prison.
Alden's mother stormed into the pediatric ICU, violently strangling Emerson against the wall.
"Beg Finnegan to let my son go! You are a curse!"
Even Emerson's own adoptive mother showed up at the hospital, just to publicly mock her dying child.
Emerson was suffocating in despair. Finnegan already had a beautiful new wife and a five-year-old daughter—absolute proof he had been cheating while she was pregnant and alone.
He had his perfect family. Why did he have to hunt her down and sever every lifeline she had left, just to watch her drown?
With her son's heart monitor fading and Alden locked in a cell, her pride finally shattered.
Emerson walked into the top-floor executive office and dropped to her knees at the devil's feet, but the desperate mother looking up at him was preparing for a devastating revenge.
7.4
For five years, Jodi was the perfect, compliant secret lover to billionaire CEO Armand Taylor.
Then, she woke up to a cold email and a seven-figure wire transfer. Armand was marrying European royalty. The money was a severance package to quietly warehouse her out of sight.
Refusing to be his dirty secret, Jodi invoked her contract's termination clause to leave for good. But Armand wouldn't let her go easily. He forced her to personally train her vicious new replacement, Selah.
Selah immediately tampered with a crucial financial file, framing Jodi for sabotaging Taylor Corp's multi-billion-dollar tech acquisition.
Without a second thought, Armand took the new girl's side. He cornered Jodi in the boardroom, his eyes dead and cold.
"You have three days to fix this. If you fail, I will personally see to it that you go to prison for corporate fraud."
He froze her bank accounts and stripped away her dignity, ready to destroy her life over a blatant lie.
He thought she was just a weak, discarded toy who would break under his threats.
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If the ruthless billionaire found out she was carrying his heir, he would never let her escape.
Wiping her tears, Jodi slipped into a severe black silk gown and crashed an exclusive Hamptons gala to intercept the tech CEO herself.
This time, she wasn't playing the obedient lover. She was going to clear her name and burn Armand's empire to the ground.