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 6
If there's one thing I didn't expect from a fated mate situation, it's room service.
Because apparently, the mighty Alpha Rowan Blackthorn, terror of my teenage years, breaker of hearts and janitor closet doors decided to show up at my cabin the next morning with... soup.
And not just any soup.
Homemade, steam-still-rising, smells-like-heaven kind of soup.
The man brought comfort food.
Which is somehow more terrifying than claws or fangs.
I spot him through the kitchen window first, standing on the porch like a misplaced lumberjack holding a thermos and a container. His truck's parked a little too neatly by the path, and he's wearing that damn soft flannel shirt again, the one that makes his shoulders look like a crime against self-control.
For a second, I consider pretending I'm not home. But the scent hits me before I can even think, his scent, pine, rain, something warm. It slides under my skin like a promise I didn't ask for.
Then comes the knock.
I sigh, clutching my mug of coffee like a shield. "You can do this, River. He's just a guy. A big, emotionally confusing guy who happens to be cosmically tied to your hormones."
Another knock. Louder this time.
Of course he's persistent.
I open the door halfway, peeking out. "If you're here to discuss the 'bond' again, I've legally changed my name and moved to Canada."
He blinks, clearly not expecting that greeting, then exhales a quiet laugh, the kind that makes his eyes crinkle just slightly. "Good morning to you too."
He holds up the container. "Brought soup."
"Soup?" I repeat like it's an alien word.
"You didn't eat last night. I thought you might want something warm."
He hesitates, like he's unsure whether to hand it over or retreat. "It's chicken noodle."
"Do I look like someone who can be bribed with soup?" I ask.
"Yes," he says without missing a beat.
And the worst part? He's right.
I take the container, still refusing to meet his eyes. "Fine. But if this is some weird Alpha dominance thing where you feed me and I imprint or something..."
"It's just soup, River."
The way he says my name low, careful, like it's something fragile, makes my chest ache. I hate it. I hate that he sounds so sincere. I hate that my pulse stutters every time he's close.
"Thanks," I mumble finally. "You can... uh, go now."
He doesn't move.
Instead, Rowan leans against the doorframe, studying me with that unreadable expression. "How are you feeling?"
"Emotionally? Like I got hit by a truck made of bad decisions."
He smiles faintly. "Physically, I meant."
"Oh." I shrug. "Still cursed, still me."
He nods slowly, his gaze flicking over my face like he's memorizing something. "You don't have to do this alone, River."
That does it, the sincerity, the warmth, the way he says it like he actually means it.
I panic. Because that's what I do when people care too much.
"Okay," I blurt. "Time to close the door before things get dangerously close to emotional intimacy!"
I move to shut it, but his hand presses gently against the frame not forceful, just steady. "River."
I meet his eyes. Mistake.
There's so much there; regret, longing, a touch of something I can't name. It hits me like lightning.
"Don't run from me again," he says softly. "Please."
"I'm not running," I lie. "I'm strategically avoiding heartache."
"Same thing," he says.
The bond hums again between us, electric and alive. It's like the air itself knows we're on borrowed time, like the Moon is holding her breath.
I step back, breaking the moment before it breaks me. "You should go before I start saying things I'll regret."
He hesitates, jaw tight, then nods. "Alright. But I meant what I said last night, I'll give you space. Just... don't disappear on me, okay?"
"Can't promise anything."
He gives me a small, almost sad smile. "Figured as much."
Then he turns and walks down the steps, back toward his truck. I watch him go, the thermos still warm in my hands, the smell of his soup clinging to my kitchen like a memory I can't scrub away.
When he's gone, I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding.
The bond inside me pulses faintly again not painful, not overwhelming. Just... there. Steady, persistent.
Like him.
I pour the soup into a bowl and sit at the table, staring at it for a full minute before taking a bite.
Of course, it's perfect.
Of course, it tastes like comfort and home and all the things I've been avoiding for years.
"Damn it," I whisper. "I'm in so much trouble."
Outside, the morning wind carries a faint echo of his scent through the open window. The bond hums in agreement, smug as ever.
And all I can think is:
If this is what soup does to me, I am not ready for whatever comes next.
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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.
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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.