Howl To My Heart
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.
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Chapter 4
If ignoring a magical bond counted as cardio, I'd have a six-pack by now.
I'd spent the entire night pacing my old room at Grandma's cabin, mainlining caffeine, and Googling things like "How to break a fated mate bond without dying." Spoiler: the internet had nothing. Unless I wanted to try moonlight herbs, blood rituals, or "talking about my feelings." Hard pass.
By the time sunlight crept through the curtains, my brain was fried. I pulled on the first hoodie I found, black, oversized, coffee-stained and made my way to the kitchen.
The smell hit me first. Freshly brewed coffee, buttered toast... and cedar smoke. My stomach sank.
"Morning," came a deep voice from the counter.
I froze mid-step. "No. Nope. You're not here. You're a hallucination brought on by caffeine withdrawal."
Rowan turned, looking unfairly put-together for someone who'd probably been up all night dealing with pack gossip. "Unfortunately for you, I'm very real."
He was standing in my kitchen, sleeves rolled up, cooking eggs like some kind of domestic fever dream. The Alpha himself, all muscles and quiet authority, flipping breakfast like he owned the place.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "Invading my personal space counts as an act of war."
He raised an eyebrow. "Jamie asked me to check on you. You ran off last night."
"I'm fine," I lied, grabbing a mug. "Totally fine. Just peachy. The universe didn't bond me to the guy who used to call me 'Chatterbox' in gym class or anything."
"River..."
"Don't 'River' me. You're in my kitchen. You're making eggs. You're not supposed to be making eggs!"
His mouth twitched. "Would you rather I left you to starve?"
"I'd rather you left," I muttered, pouring coffee with unnecessary force.
Rowan leaned against the counter, watching me. His scent cedar, smoke, something faintly electric filled the air, wrapping around me no matter how far I stood. My wolf purred in the back of my mind, traitorous little furball.
He said quietly, "You didn't sleep."
I shot him a glare. "Are you stalking my REM cycles now?"
"I could feel it," he said simply. "The bond, it keeps tugging when you're upset."
My hand stilled. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Act like you care."
His expression flickered, pain shadowing his eyes. "I do."
For a heartbeat, the room went silent except for the faint hiss of the pan. Something heavy hung between us, old history and unspoken apologies. Then I shook my head and set the mug down.
"Nope. Not doing this. You don't get to play the concerned Alpha after everything that happened."
"I was a kid," he said, voice low. "Angry. Confused. I took it out on you because I didn't understand what you did to me back then."
I snorted. "You mean talk?"
He met my gaze, steady. "No. Because even then, I felt something. And it terrified me."
My breath caught. "Don't."
But his eyes didn't waver. "You were the only one I couldn't control. And I hated that. I hate that still."
That did it. My heart betrayed me, stuttering in my chest like a bad engine. I turned away. "You should go before Jamie catches you here. Or worse Grandma."
Rowan actually smiled, a small, real thing. "Your grandmother likes me."
"She hexed you once."
"She missed."
I bit back a smile I didn't want to have. "Get out, Alpha Asshole."
He chuckled softly. "You're impossible."
"Flattery won't save you."
He grabbed his jacket and paused by the door. "River, whether you like it or not, this bond won't fade. You'll feel it getting stronger. You'll feel me." His voice softened. "Just don't fight it alone."
I stared at the empty doorway long after he was gone, the air still humming with his presence. My wolf was restless, pacing beneath my skin, and for the first time, I wondered what would happen if I stopped running from it.
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Rowan's POV
The forest always smelled cleaner after sunrise, mist clinging to pine needles, the faint heartbeat of the pack pulsing through the land. But Rowan barely noticed any of it. His thoughts were a storm.
He shouldn't have gone to see River. Not when half the pack was already whispering about the "bonded Omega." But he couldn't stay away. The pull had kept him awake all night, sharp and constant, like invisible threads tying their hearts together.
He stopped near the training field, where Dominic was giving orders to the younger wolves. Jamie waved from across the clearing, all smiles and post-mating glow. Rowan managed a nod before heading toward the edge of the woods.
He needed space. Air. Distance from the bond.
But even here, River's scent clung to him. Coffee and rain. Reckless laughter and stubborn pride.
A memory flickered, River in high school, cornered by his own sharp tongue, eyes bright with defiance. Rowan had shoved him into that damn closet, not out of cruelty but confusion. Because even then, his wolf had wanted to claim him. And Rowan had panicked.
Now, years later, fate had dragged him right back into that feeling. Only this time, there was no running from it.
Rowan clenched his fists, grounding himself. "You deserve better than this," he muttered to no one.
But the bond pulsed in his chest, steady, insistent, unrelenting.
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River's POV
By noon, I'd convinced myself it was fine. Totally fine. The Alpha had invaded my kitchen, cooked breakfast, confessed feelings, and left me emotionally scrambled. But everything was fine. (Lies.)
Then Grandma appeared at the doorway, holding her tea like some smug oracle. "You smell like cedar."
I groaned. "Please tell me that's just a metaphor."
"It isn't." She smiled knowingly. "The bond is awakening."
"Fantastic. I was hoping for a plague, but this'll do."
She chuckled. "You can't run from the Moon, River."
"Watch me."
But as I stalked off toward the woods, I felt it again, the pull, the thread between us tightening like a heartbeat.
And somewhere far off, I could've sworn I heard Rowan's voice carried on the wind.
Low, rough, and full of promise.
"You'll come back to me, River Quinn. One way or another."
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9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
7.6
Daddy's Pet
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?
7.1
The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch.
Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body.
My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining.
I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening.
When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near.
He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach.
But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go.
Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.
7.2
I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber.
Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle.
To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl.
Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness.
But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure.
When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral.
He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me.
He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed.
"I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again."
He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me.
I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed.
I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result.
But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded.
The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes.
My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.
7.7
Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans.
Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time.
But revenge comes at a cost.
Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control.
And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself?
Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.