Making my alpha cry
Julia, the luna of Joravia-pack, endures Alpha Ulric's public declaration of love for Ophelia, his rival Marcus's mate, as he claims it's a ploy to outdo Marcus. Ulric repeatedly betrays Julia, prioritizing Ophelia and even fathering her pup, while Julia pretends to comply. Six months after breaking their bond, Julia, now pregnant with Marcus's child, confronts Ulric. He realizes the pup isn't his but pleads for her return, offering gifts and apologies. Julia, however, reveals she knew of his and Marcus's schemes all along, having lost faith in his love. She chooses Marcus, leaving Ulric to regret his actions and the love he squandered.
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Chapter 1
My mate, Alpha Ulric Lancaster, made a spectacle of himself, publicly declaring his love for Ophelia, the she-wolf adored by his sworn rival, just to prove a point. The whole of Joravia-pack was buzzing with the news.
Alpha Ulric swore it was all a charade, just a game to get under his rival's fur, but his actions cut me deeper than I could bear, leaving my heart cold and heavy.
"Luna Julia, just let her slap you back, and I'll make it up to you, I swear," he said, his voice smooth as ever.
I didn't flinch when her hand struck my cheek. Even when he later spoke of breaking our bond, I just replied, cool as ice, "If that's what you want."
"It's not real, Luna Julia. It's just for show. When this game's over, I'll bring you back home, okay?" he pleaded.
Alpha Ulric, Joravia-pack's notorious playboy wolf, had once fallen for me at first sight. He chased me relentlessly, swore he'd change his wild ways, and our sacred bond became the stuff of legends in the pack. A true tale of a rogue wolf tamed.
But now, he was pulling the same stunt with another she-wolf. Everyone pitied me, whispering about my misfortune, but I just brushed it off with a smile.
What he didn't know was that his gamble was also mine.
Six months later, Alpha Ulric's eyes lit up when he saw my rounded belly, his wolfish grin wide with joy. But then it hit him-he hadn't shared my bed in the three months before we became unbound.
The needle pricked my fingertip, but the sting was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. Three months of hearing the same news, day after day-Alpha Ulric and Ophelia, Alpha Ulric and his rival, Alpha Ulric and his games. At first, it felt like a blade twisting in my gut, but now? I was starting to go numb.
Still, the hurt lingered. My maid, catching the grief in my eyes, clammed up. I just murmured, "Got it. You can go."
Stepping into the courtyard, I heard Alpha Ulric's laugh-a sound I hadn't heard so bright in ages. It crashed into me, stirring memories of better days.
"If it's not a top-tier den, I'm not staying," Ophelia's voice rang out, smug as she shot me a taunting smirk.
"You'll stay in the Sycamore Den, right next to mine. I set it up myself," Alpha Ulric said, his tone warm with pride.
I stumbled back a step, fighting the sting in my eyes, and ignored the voices trailing behind me. The courtyard filled with the sounds of crates being hauled in, furniture shuffled around.
"Julia, that she-wolf's gone too far, and Alpha Ulric? He's back to his old tricks," my maid muttered, shaking her head.
Alpha Ulric burst in, all nervous energy, crouching before me with that boyish charm he wielded like a weapon. " Luna Julia, I told you, it's because she's Marcus Chandler's chosen mate. I have to steal her away. Once I do, I'll send her packing, I swear."
I lowered my gaze, my voice flat. "That den-every tree, every stone-you planted it for me. You called it my sanctuary. Now it's hers."
He grabbed my hand, pressing a quick kiss to it. I flinched, but he held on tighter, his warm palm engulfing mine. "I'll build you a new den, better than before. But I can't let Marcus win. Anything he claims, I take."
"Like you did three years ago?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes widened, catching the hurt in mine. "No, Luna Julia, that was different. I fell for you-hard. It wasn't about Marcus."
His eyes brimmed with sincerity, and for a moment, I couldn't tell if he was lying or if I just wanted to believe him. Before I could respond, a packmate burst in.
"Alpha Ulric, Ophelia's saying she'll rip out all the lilies-Julia's favorite flowers!"
I bolted outside, but it was too late. The lilies I loved, their roots torn from the earth, lay scattered across the ground.
Crack. My hand flew before I could stop it, connecting with Ophelia's cheek. "Those were mine. Who said you could touch them?"
Ophelia's maid gasped. "Ophelia, let's tell Marcus they're ganging up on you!"
Alpha Ulric stepped in front of Ophelia, his voice soft, coaxing. "Easy, now. Don't go running to Marcus. I don't like that."
"Then I'm hitting her back," Ophelia snapped.
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8.0
Aria Kingsley never asked to be Luna. A forced heat, an accidental pregnancy, and a Council mandate locked her into a marriage with Luca Stormbourne, Alpha of StormRidge Pack, the man every wolf expected would claim another she-wolf as his mate.
Two years later, Aria decides she's done with his indifference, Ivy Castemont's constant taunts and bullying, and being an outsider of her own pack.
She wants one thing: severing their bond.
But the moment Aria tries to leave, everything she thought she understood starts to unravel. The dying Old Alpha calls her to his bedside and murmurs a truth that turns her world inside out.
Every clue that Aria uncovers pushes Luca closer instead of farther. His wolf turns possessive, his scent shifts toward hers, and the man who once hurt her now swears he won't let her go.
But love isn't the only danger rising. Someone is willing to destroy the Stormbourne line and Aria before the truth comes to light.
When love and betrayal clash, will Aria choose to run from Luca, or will she ruin anyone who dares to come between them?
And the most terrifying question of all, if fate didn't go wrong. what if fate finally went right?
A Luna born to be rejected. becomes the most powerful of all.
9.1
Jessica was never a religious one, her concept of good and evil was based on morals like anyone until she met a man she would come to describe as the devil himself, Dean.
Despite her resistance, Dean isn't willing to let go of her and Jessica soon realizes she might also not be willing to let go of him.
7.4
Fiona prepared a candlelit anniversary dinner, scallops glistening on porcelain, champagne chilling beside a "Three Years" card—her secret pregnancy swelling beneath her silk dress.
The doorbell rang, but it was just a delivery. Then Emmanuel called: his ex, Carley Marshall, crashed her car. He blew off their night.
Cramps hit like a vise. She collapsed, blood soaking her gown, screaming into the phone: "I'm losing the baby!" Emmanuel scoffed, "Fake ploy for attention," and hung up—Carley's voice cooed in the background.
Paramedics rushed her to ER for emergency D&C. The baby was gone. Audrey saved her life. Emmanuel sent lilies with a card: "Stop dramatizing."
She signed divorce papers. He laughed it off, contested everything, froze her out of hotels and clubs. Dragged her from the St. Regis by force, dumped her sobbing on a rainy sidewalk with her suitcase in puddles—Gus drove off without looking back.
He thought she was manipulating him, playing jealous games for attention. But she'd truly carried his child, bled out alone while he comforted Carley. How could he not believe her, even after the hospital proof? Why twist her agony into lies?
Now blacklisted and broke, Fiona clutched her grandfather's antique restoration tools. No more begging—she'd expose his cruelty, rebuild from the ashes, and make him regret ever underestimating her.
9.7
While Jessy is intent on pursuing the affection of her employer while she is climbing on his brother Charlie's bed, Charlie is unaware of her intentions.
Charlie is unable to let go despite the fact that he knows what she loves most is his brother, so what will she do?
9.7
If I could turn back time, I would change everything. I wouldn't have been the weakest Luna, abandoned by those who should have loved me. My name is Emily Freya, born into the Sparkling Star werewolf zone, but from the moment I entered this world, I was cast aside. My parents, along with my entire pack, saw me as a burden-a weakling unworthy of their protection. They distanced themselves, banishing me from the Sparkling Star family and the arena, leaving me alone to face a harsh world.
While others thrived in strength and unity, I was left behind, bullied and scorned by those who should have been my allies. Unable to endure the cruelty any longer, I fled the Sparkling Star zone, aimlessly wandering, searching for a way to survive. But with no clear direction, I soon found myself stranded in the treacherous Seaweed Valley, surrounded by danger and evil.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, a fierce tornado nearly swept me away into the desert. But fate had other plans. I was rescued by an alpha-strong, fearless, and unlike anyone I had ever known. There was something in his eyes, a sincerity that made me forget my pain, if only for a moment. In that instant, through the warmth of his smile, I began to believe that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't as powerless as I had been told.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.