Howl To My Heart
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When sarcastic, caffeine-addicted Omega River Quinn is forced to return to his hometown, Wolfwater Ridge for his brother's mating ceremony, he expects awkward family dinners and weird small-town vibes. What he doesn't expect is to be claimed as the fated mate of the new Alpha, Rowan Blackthorn his high school enemy and the same guy who once locked him in a janitor's closet for "talking too much."
Now, River has to navigate a mate bond he never asked for, dodge pack politics, and try not to fall for the half-naked Alpha who's suddenly very interested in "bonding rituals." But as secrets unravel and ancient magic awakens, River realizes there's more to Rowan and to himself that meets the eye.
And if he doesn't figure it out soon, it won't just be his heart on the line. It'll be the entire pack.
Howl To My Heart Chapter 1
If regret had a smell, it'd be wet pine, nostalgia, and my brother's cologne choking the backseat of my car.
Wolfwater Ridge looked exactly like the kind of small town that whispered secrets into the trees. The same rickety "Welcome Home!" sign leaned at the town border, still missing an "e," so it read, W lcome Home. Fitting. Even the forest seemed to sigh as I rolled past, like it knew I didn't belong here anymore.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and muttered, "Population: Regret."
Out loud. To myself. Because apparently I talk to myself now. Great start.
The GPS pinged like it was trying to mock me. Destination reached.
Yeah, thanks, traitor.
The Quinn family cabin sat at the edge of the woods same faded blue shutters, same creaky porch that used to double as my escape route during teenage rebellion phases. Jamie, my older brother, was standing there waiting for me, grinning like the sun itself had kissed his dumb face. His Beta aura buzzed faintly in the air, warm, steady, dependable. Typical Jamie.
"River! You actually came!" he shouted, bounding down the steps like an overexcited golden retriever in human form.
I opened my car door with the grace of someone walking into a crime scene. "Don't sound so surprised. You invited me to your mating ceremony, remember? Kind of hard to ignore the pack's royal wedding."
Jamie hugged me before I could dodge. "Still dramatic, huh?"
"Still marrying a guy who thinks howling at the moon is romantic?" I shot back, but hugged him anyway. Because as much as I hated this town, I didn't hate him.
He laughed, smelling faintly of cedar and happiness. I smelled like coffee and resentment.
Inside the cabin, the air buzzed with chatter. Old pack members greeted me with thinly veiled curiosity, their smiles polite but their noses twitching. Omegas weren't exactly rare in Wolfwater Ridge but unmated ones who ran away to the city? That was gossip gold.
"River Quinn," came a smooth, feminine voice. I turned to see Grandma Quinn perched at the kitchen counter like some witchy oracle in a cardigan. Her gray curls were pinned up, and her eyes glittered with mischief. "You look pale. Have you been eating properly?"
"Define properly," I said, eyeing the spread of food she'd already laid out. "And no, caffeine counts as nutrition."
She clicked her tongue. "City life made you thinner and snarkier. Both are crimes in this household."
I grinned, but it faltered when she added softly, "The Moon always brings back those who still have something left to face."
Something cold trickled down my spine. "That sounds vaguely threatening, Grandma."
She just smiled. "Good."
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Later that night, after dodging endless pack introductions, I slipped outside. The moon hung heavy and full, casting silver through the pines. The forest smelled like rain and memory. Somewhere deep in the woods, a howl broke the silence, low, commanding, impossible to ignore.
I froze. Every Omega instinct in my body went rigid.
No.
No way.
That sound was impossible to mistake.
Rowan Blackthorn.
The last time I'd heard that voice, it was followed by the slam of a janitor's closet door and the words, "Maybe this'll shut you up, Quinn."
My pulse quickened. I hadn't seen him since high school. The rumor was that after his father died, he'd taken over as Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, the same pack that merged with ours years ago. Which meant that now, technically, he was my Alpha.
"Perfect," I muttered, crossing my arms. "Just what I needed. Emotional trauma in wolf form."
Behind me, the sound of footsteps on gravel made me turn.
"River Quinn," a voice said deeper now, roughened with time, but unmistakably his.
I turned to see Rowan standing there, tall and broad-shouldered, the moonlight carving silver edges along his jaw. His black hair was shorter than I remembered, his eyes still the color of storm clouds right before rain. He looked older. Sharper. And, annoyingly, hotter.
My heart did an unhelpful flip.
"Alpha Blackthorn," I said with a forced smile. "Long time no closet."
His mouth twitched almost a smirk. "Still got that mouth, I see."
"Still got that ego, I see."
The air between us shifted, thickening with something electric. My wolf stirred uneasily, recognizing something I didn't want to acknowledge. His scent cedar smoke and iron hit me like a punch to the gut, warm and sharp all at once.
Rowan took a step closer, his voice dropping. "You shouldn't be out here alone during the full moon."
"Oh, please," I scoffed. "What's the worst that could happen? You gonna lock me up again?"
That earned a quiet, humorless laugh. "Not this time."
Something flickered in his eyes, something that made my wolf push forward, curious, yearning. I took a step back.
"Good," I said, voice tighter than I intended. "Because I didn't come here to relive bad memories. I came for my brother's wedding, and then I'm gone."
"Right," he said softly. "We'll see about that."
Before I could snark back, the wind shifted. Our scents tangled, mine and his. And suddenly, my wolf howled inside me, claws scraping, recognition burning through every nerve.
No.
No, no, no.
This couldn't be happening.
Rowan's eyes widened just slightly, his pupils dilating. He inhaled sharply, scenting the air.
"Oh, Moon above," I whispered, heart hammering. "You've got to be kidding me."
Rowan's voice came out low, almost reverent. "Fate's got a cruel sense of humor, doesn't she?"
My vision spun, every part of me screaming in denial. "No. Nope. Return to sender. I refuse"
But the bond thrummed between us, undeniable and ancient.
Rowan stepped closer until his breath brushed my cheek. "River Quinn," he murmured, almost gently, "you're my mate."
And just like that, my world tilted on its axis.
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Howl To My Heart of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.3
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.5
Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire.
But on her way to sign the adoption papers, a violent vision flashed in her mind. The crash wasn't an accident. She saw her car in flames, while Baron watched with cold, calculating eyes. Beside him stood an older Jagger, who calmly muttered the chilling truth.
"The problem is solved."
A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place.
For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund?
But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down.
"I refuse."
Instead of adopting their bastard son, she slammed down an SEC whistleblower threat, forced a new will, and introduced her own handpicked heir. The war had just begun.
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