OWNED BY THE MOON KING
The moon chooses a mate for its immortal king every century-and Arielle was never supposed to be the one.
A low-ranked wolf with no power, no status, her quiet life shatters the night an ancient mate bond awakens, pulling the ruthless Moon King straight to her doorstep. Bound by a fate neither can break, she's dragged into his world of blood-soaked laws, buried secrets, and an Alpha who believes destiny gives him the right to own her.
But Arielle is no prize-and the Moon King is about to learn that controlling her is easy... trusting her, and craving her, is not.
As enemies close in and the moon demands its price, desire turns lethal. Survival means surrendering to a love neither planned for-one that could rewrite their fated bond entirely.
Because the moon never makes mistakes... or does it?
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Into the Pack
Arielle's legs shook as they left the forest behind, stepping onto the wide, shadowed path that led to the Moon King's territory. The trees grew taller, older, their twisted branches forming a natural archway that seemed to guard the land. The air smelled richer here-earth, pine, and something faintly metallic, like the tang of blood.
The wolves were everywhere. Some padded silently alongside them, others crouched on low branches, their amber eyes tracking her every move. She shivered, not from cold, but from the suffocating awareness that all eyes were on her. She had always been just another wolf in her old pack, low-ranked, unnoticed, invisible. Here... here, everyone could feel the pull of the Moon King. And with him came power. And fear.
"Stay close," he murmured, his voice in her ear, smooth and commanding. He didn't look at her. His silver eyes scanned the territory, measuring, calculating. "Do not speak unless I permit it."
Arielle nodded, swallowing hard. Her heart pounded in her chest as she followed, every instinct screaming that she should run, hide, disappear. And yet... the invisible chain of the bond tugged her forward, unyielding. She couldn't deny it. She didn't want to.
The Moon King stopped at the edge of a clearing. A large stone structure loomed before them-ancient and imposing, carved with runes that pulsed faintly in the moonlight. Wolves circled the perimeter, their low growls like distant thunder. And then, they emerged.
Other members of the pack. The high-ranking wolves, their fur sleek and eyes sharp, approached with cautious respect. Arielle could feel their suspicion like a blade against her skin. They whispered in low tones, glancing at her, measuring her, testing her worth. The Moon King ignored them, but she could feel his gaze-protective, possessive, warning anyone who dared speak out of line.
"Who is she?" one of them asked, a tall wolf with dark gray fur and piercing amber eyes. His tone was cold, challenging.
"She is mine," the Moon King said, voice smooth but lethal. The word "mine" carried the weight of mountains, unyielding, and the pack immediately bowed their heads, though some grudgingly. Arielle's chest tightened at the possessive sound. She should have felt fear, maybe humiliation-but instead, her pulse quickened, a strange thrill weaving through her veins.
"You belong to the Moon King?" the gray wolf asked, eyes narrowing.
"Yes," Arielle heard herself say, voice trembling but clear. Her words felt like chains locking around her, but... part of her didn't resist.
The Moon King stepped closer to her, just enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, his presence a constant pressure against her. His hand brushed hers briefly, deliberate, possessive. The air between them vibrated with tension. She knew, even now, that he could claim her fully with a touch, a word, or simply his will.
A shadow moved at the edge of the clearing-a young wolf, smaller than the others, with fur the color of midnight. She looked at Arielle with wide, curious eyes. "Are you... really the Moon King's mate?" she asked, voice soft, almost shy.
Arielle nodded, unsure what compelled her to answer. The childlike wolf smiled faintly and disappeared into the shadows. The subtle approval-or at least curiosity-made her feel a little less alone.
The Moon King's hand rested lightly on her shoulder, grounding her. "You will learn our ways," he said. "The pack will test you. Some will respect you. Some will resent you. You must be ready for both."
Arielle swallowed hard, tension knotting her stomach. She had survived the forest, survived the bond awakening, but this-this was a new trial. Eyes watching, whispers behind her back, her very presence challenging the pack's hierarchy... it was a game of survival, and she was a newcomer, marked by the strongest, most feared alpha of them all.
"You must also learn... to trust me," he said softly, his voice brushing her ear. "Even when you do not want to. Even when you fear me. The bond is not just mine. It is ours. And it will protect you-if you allow it."
Arielle's gaze flicked up at him, catching his silver eyes in the moonlight. She wanted to trust him. She wanted to run into his arms, let him claim her fully. But a part of her rebelled, stubborn, screaming that she couldn't-wouldn't-be owned.
And yet... the pull of the bond was undeniable. Her heart raced, her blood hummed, and she realized something terrifying. She was already in his world, in his territory, under his protection. And she was helpless to resist him.
As they moved deeper into the territory, the forest thickening around them like a protective cage, Arielle sensed it: her life had irrevocably changed. The Moon King's eyes never left her, a silent reminder of possession, desire, and power. Every step she took, every breath, every heartbeat, was now tethered to him.
And the wolves watched. Always watching.
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7.8
Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
8.3
My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement.
To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia.
It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping.
But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished.
She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug.
She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago.
The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash.
Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name.
She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant.
I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead.
I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye.
"Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you."
Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth.
"Prove it," he growled.
I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.
8.5
In a world grown dry with doubt and division, three weary souls set out on a journey that will awaken a miracle.
When Daniel, a humble preacher marked by loss, follows a whisper of faith into the desolate lands, he is joined by Isabella - steadfast, luminous, and unafraid to believe when all seems barren - and Elise, a seeker torn between light and shadow. Together, they carry the covenant of a living river - one that flows not only through the earth, but through the human heart.
From the rebirth of Willow Creek to the awakening of forgotten cities, The Everflow traces a breathtaking pilgrimage of renewal and redemption. But as the river spreads, so too does resistance - from powers that fear the tide of grace and the breaking of old chains. Through storms and silence, fire and flow, Daniel and his companions learn that the greatest battle is not against the desert without, but the drought within.
Told in luminous prose and steeped in spiritual symbolism, The Everflow is a sweeping saga of faith, unity, and the unyielding strength of divine love. It is a story for every heart that has ever felt dry - and for every soul still longing to remember that the river never truly stopped flowing.
When faith becomes a current, hope a journey, and love the water that carries us home - the Everflow begins.
8.2
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Heaven moans. His words only fuel the fire inside her, and the knowledge of her turning him on makes her rock faster, arching her back more until her cl!t drags harder against his thigh.
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A failed final-year school project. Seven wasted years in a school of dance. An unclear and unstable future. Those mark the start of Heaven's miserable life.
But then a random man comes along with a job offer that she cannot resist-teach his kid and earn an enormous amount.
Heaven accepts the offer. Little does she know this man is Ziason Father, the Alpha of Moon's Wrath pack.
He's infamous for his deviltry, rumored to bathe in blood and feed on it.
Now Heaven is trapped under his dark claws, forced to safeguard his biggest secrets with her life and liberty.
She knows she can never escape him. Even though she tried, she may end up losing her life. Yet, how sure is she that he wouldn't still k!ll her if she stays? Especially with his brothers looming, hellbent on being obstacles to her survival.
7.5
Arthur Lucas is a billionaire who survives by control, not love. When a scandal threatens to destroy his empire, he needs a wife fast. Someone clean, respectable, and silent. Kiah Taylor needs money to save her brother from prison. Their contract marriage is supposed to be simple. But the scandal isn't about Arthur. It's about Kiah. The moment she becomes his wife, enemies close in. Secrets surface. Lives are threatened. Love becomes dangerous. And survival is no longer guaranteed.
7.8
A visceral, survival-focused expedition. The title itself is a location-a treacherous, living mountain range-promising a battle against a brutal, awe-inspiring natural world