Moving on from My Mate

My hand tightened around the phone, my fingers trembling as I read the messages between Ezra Silvan, my mate, and his packmates. “The poor little she-wolf probably doesn’t even know your real mate, Lyra, is coming back,” Ezra’s Beta had commented. A cold ache settled in my chest. The "little she-wolf" they referred to was unmistakably me. I’d seen this before in Ezra’s conversations with his friends. And Lyra—his “real mate”—was a she-wolf of another pack? “What will you do when Lyra gets back?” Ezra’s Gamma asked. “She won’t put up with your little she-wolf.” “I’ll handle it,” Ezra replied, his words casual, almost too calm. My blood went cold. “Handle it”? Was that his way of saying he’d be rid of me? Before I could process that thought, another friend piped up. “You’re not planning to ditch her, are you?” “Can’t do that,” Ezra replied, as if it were a trivial matter. “She’s been in my bed for five years.” The chat filled with laughing emojis. My hand clenched into a fist. To Ezra and his pack, I was nothing but a placeholder—an inconvenience until Lyra returned. “Don’t be that guy, man. If Alpha Dorian finds out, you’re really in for it.” “What’s the problem?” came the dismissive reply. “If Dorian and his sister are fine with it, I can be Ezra’s mistress too.” My grip on the phone tightened until my fingers began to ache. I could barely breathe as I waited for Ezra’s response. “I’ll make it up to Cressida,” he wrote flatly, like he was signing off on a business deal. “After all, she’s been with me for five years.” The group exploded with more crude jokes. “She must perform great in bed if she’s stuck around this long, second only to Lyra.” “Of course. Cressida seems so obedient. It’s always the quiet ones who surprise you…”

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I met his gaze calmly, masking my emotions. “No. Why?”

He hesitated, his shoulders relaxing when he didn’t see any sign of confrontation. “No reason,” he said with a chuckle, brushing it off like it didn’t matter. He grabbed the phone, glanced at the screen briefly, then pocketed it.

Watching him leave again, I felt a bitter laugh rise in my throat. He’s afraid I’ll find out? What does he think I’ll do? Leave him? He’s already lost me.

After breakfast, I tried to distract myself with work. I sat at my desk and opened my laptop, focusing on my sketches. Being a comic artist required my attention, and with the mating ceremony fast approaching, I needed to finish as much as I could before returning to the pack.

Hours passed in silence. By the time I looked up, the sun was high in the sky. I sent my progress to my editor, had a quick lunch, and decided to clear out some old belongings.

I grabbed an empty box and began filling it with items—couple mugs, keychains, scarves, jackets. They were all reminders of the past six years I had spent with Ezra. Each item carried a memory, but now, they felt hollow.

I picked up a worn leather bracelet I had made for him years ago, the wolf charm still glinting faintly in the light. I remembered how I had proudly handed it to him, only for him to laugh.

“This? You really want me to wear this?” he’d said, shaking his head. “Cressida, I’d be the laughingstock of the pack.”

The memory stung, and I tossed the bracelet into the box with the rest of the “junk.”

Once the box was full, I dragged it downstairs and tossed it into the trash. The items tumbled out, and for a moment, I hesitated. But then I heard his voice in my head again—mocking, dismissive—and I pushed the box further into the bin.

Just as I turned to leave, I bumped into someone. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up into Ezra’s golden eyes.

“What are you throwing away?” he asked, his tone casual, though his gaze was curious. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch lingering for a moment too long.

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The white dress did not feel like mine. It was heavy at the shoulders, beaded down the bodice, with a long train that the Blackthorn handmaidens had spent an hour smoothing across the moss of the ancestral grounds. I stood at the center of a ring of torches. Around me, every Alpha on the East Coast watched from carved wooden seats. Behind them, the pack — their pack — waited in rows, their scents braided together into something thick and territorial. I breathed through my mouth so I would not have to taste it. My name is Celeste Olson. Tonight I was supposed to become Luna of the Blackthorn Pack. Tonight I was supposed to bow my head and let Jaxon Payne — my fated mate, the man the Moon Goddess had personally tied to my soul — close his fangs on my throat and finish what biology had started years ago. I pressed my thumbnail into the inside of my opposite wrist.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.4

Bound to the cruel Alpha

9.4

Amelia's body had become an object of sexual pleasure for the Alphas, this was the price she must pay as a slave to her captors after losing her family. Her bittered heart only longed for revenge on Alpha Zane whom she saw on the scene the day of her parents’ death yet for Alpha Zane, Amelia is whom his heart wanted for true love and happiness. Amelia must choose between love and vengeance, happiness or payback...

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.8

Breaking Free from the Alpha's Grip

9.8

I stood at the grand entrance of the Williamson pack house, watching Jeremy's rental car pull up the circular drive. The familiar weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders as I prepared to welcome his mother—a woman I'd never met but had heard enough about to feel a knot forming in my stomach. Jeremy emerged first, his Harvard-educated confidence evident in every movement. Then came Mrs. Barnes. She was smaller than I'd expected, her Omega wolf making her appear almost fragile, but something in her sharp eyes immediately put me on edge. She surveyed our ancestral home with a critical gaze that made my wolf stir uneasily. "So this is where my son's been living," she said, her voice carrying a false sweetness that didn't reach her eyes. "Quite... extravagant." Jeremy cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses—a nervous habit I'd learned to recognize.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

Freya The Alpha Queen

9.0

Freya was a fierce, untamed woman who swore no alpha could ever break her spirit—until she met Aric. Unlike any man she had ever known, he was powerful, relentless, and dangerously magnetic. From the moment their paths collided, resisting him became impossible. His presence ignited a hunger in her she never wanted to admit, a craving that only grew stronger with every clash of wills and every stolen touch. Aric was determined to claim her—not with gentleness, but with a raw, primal passion that left no part of her untouched. Freya fought him, yet her body betrayed her, surrendering to the fire only he could set ablaze. With every encounter, every breathless night, he pushed her past her limits, leaving her marked in ways she could never escape. In this tale of dominance and desire, two powerful souls collide in a storm of passion, danger, and unyielding obsession—where love is as fierce as the battle to claim it.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.7

Marked for the Enemy Alpha

9.7

Everyone in the pack knew that a simple offering of food could make me, the so-called "foolish princess," do anything. Kaizen Phillips, the Beta of the pack, once handed me a piece of cake, and I clung to him for years after that. Though he never showed it openly, he despised me in private, calling me shameless and accusing me of throwing myself at him. I didn’t understand what "shameless" or "throwing myself at him" meant—I only knew that Beta Kaizen gave me good food, so he must be a good person. I liked him, and I wanted to repay his kindness. That was until the news came from the northern border: our pack had suffered a defeat, and Vera Fernandez, the Lycan King’s most cherished daughter, was to be sent as a mate to the rival pack’s Alpha to secure peace. Vera’s mother, Bristol Larson, the Lycan Queen, came to me personally, carrying a box of pastries. She pleaded with me to take Vera’s place in the mark ceremony. I wiped the crumbs from my mouth and waved my hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, Your Majesty.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.4

Moon bound Hearts: The Wolf and the Crown Prince

8.4

In the mystical kingdom of Neverland, where ancient prophecies shape the fate of wolves and humans alike, seventeen-year-old Lyria has spent her life hiding the silver flame burning beneath her skin. Feared by her own kind and hunted by those who seek her power, she wants only one thing-freedom. But when she crosses paths with Aiden Everhart, the Crown Prince bound to a future he never chose, everything changes. A forbidden prophecy awakens, linking their destinies in ways neither understands. As danger closes in-from corrupted sorcery, twisted creatures, and the ruthless ambitions of Lady Seraphina-Lyria discovers she is more than a girl running from her past. She is the Silver Wolf. A guardian. A force that can save the realm... or destroy it. With the kingdom turning against them and the prophecy unraveling, Lyria and Aiden must face impossible trials, confront their deepest fears, and choose what kind of future they want to fight for-together. But power always comes with a cost, and the final choice may reshape Neverland forever. A tale of courage, destiny, and the bond that defies fate- perfect for fans of magical quests, royal intrigue, and epic fantasy worlds.

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