After Rebirth, Even Fools Know to Choose Mystical Beasts as Companions

He rejected me in front of everyone. Now I'm the most powerful wolf alive-and he wants me back. I was nothing. The weakest wolf in my pack. Invisible. Until the day I discovered my fated mate was Daemon Blackthorne, the ruthless Alpha King. For one beautiful moment, I thought my life was about to change. Then he said those words: "I reject you." In front of everyone. Publicly. Without mercy. The rejection nearly killed me. But instead, it awakened something ancient inside me. Something that had been sleeping for nineteen years. I'm a Moon Wolf-the last of a bloodline thought extinct for centuries. The most powerful wolves to ever exist. Now silver light flows through my veins. I can heal with a touch. Command any wolf regardless of rank. And I bow to no one. I'm building my own pack, rising from servant to Alpha, becoming the warrior I was meant to be. Meanwhile, Daemon is losing his mind. His wolf is going feral without our mate bond. He's desperate to find me, to beg forgiveness. Too bad for him-I'm not that broken girl anymore. He rejected a weak omega. He'll spend forever groveling to a QUEEN. But when dark forces hunt me for my power, can I survive alone? And when Daemon shows up offering protection, can I trust the Alpha King who shattered my heart? A rejected mate romance featuring a groveling Alpha King, a heroine who refuses to stay down, steamy mate bond tension, and a second chance that must be earned. The Luna he rejected became the Queen he'll never deserve.

The Offering of the Blood Moon In the savage and intoxicating kingdom of the Legion, the Blood Moon does not simply rise it awakens a hunger that demands to be satisfied... by flesh, by fire, by fate. Kiana was raised to hate the beasts and fear the shadows, to believe that being taken meant losing everything. But when she is torn from her village and delivered into the arms of Silas, the Alpha King, she discovers the truth is far more dangerous Her greatest threat is not death. It's the way her body betrays her in his presence. Silas is dominance carved into living form iron muscle, quiet authority, and a darkness that wraps around her like a slow, suffocating promise. He is a king who does not ask, He takes,He commands, He owns, Yet the one woman who should fall at his feet dares to meet his gaze, challenge his control, and ignite something wild beneath his carefully restrained power. And Silas... does not walk away from what tempts him. Their connection is immediate. Violent. Addictive. Every clash of words burns hotter than the last. Every step closer feels like crossing a line neither of them can uncross. The tension between them coils tight, thick with heat and unspoken hunger, until even the air feels too heavy to breathe. In the quiet shadows of the royal chambers, where the moonlight spills like liquid silver across bare skin, resistance begins to crack. The scent of cedar and rain clings to him as he closes in, his presence overwhelming, his touch slow and deliberate-like he already knows exactly how she'll respond. And she does. Every time. His hands don't just touch they linger. Claim. Promise. Every brush of his lips is not gentle... it's consuming. And when his mouth finds the sensitive curve of her neck, Kiana's defiance falters, her breath catching as something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous rises to the surface an aching, restless need she cannot fight, no matter how hard she tries. Because this is not just desire. It is a bond that burns. A pull that tightens. A hunger that refuses to be denied. Yet the closer they get, the more dangerous the line becomes. Between control... and surrender. Between hatred... and craving. Between captor... and something far more consuming. Because under the Blood Moon, nothing is ever halfway. And once you're claimed... There is no escape.

In the gripping modern novel Cold Season, a desperate father faces an unthinkable tragedy. When his daughter suffers carbon monoxide poisoning, her only hope is a swift ambulance ride. However, his wife intentionally blocks the emergency vehicle to transport her lover, who merely has a common cold. Her refusal to move leads to a fatal delay, causing the girl to miss her life-saving treatment window. Following his daughter's death, the heartbroken father seeks legal retribution in court.

For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.

On my fifth wedding anniversary, I wasn't arranging flowers; I was staging my own death. My husband, Graham, treated me like a prized accessory, but the antique watch on his nightstand revealed the brutal truth. It was engraved "Forever, Elia"-proof that his heart belonged to his business partner, not me. So I vanished into the ocean, letting the world believe I had drowned. For two years, I lived as "Anna," finding peace in a small coastal town and rediscovering my art. But the past has a way of clawing its way back. Elia tracked me down, storming into my pottery studio with a weapon, screaming that my "death" had ruined Graham. She lunged, and I took the blow to protect a child. That' s when the door burst open. Graham stood there, frozen, staring at his "late" wife bleeding on the floor. He fell to his knees, sobbing, begging to destroy his empire just to have me back. I looked at the man I once worshipped and felt nothing but cold indifference. "I loved the man you pretended to be," I told him. "But that man never existed."

After Luca Rossi brutally severs Alessia’s finger to steal the Ossuary Signet, he presents the heirloom to his new mistress, Sofia Constanzo. He mocks Alessia’s status as an orphan, unaware of the trap he has sprung. While the elite watch her humiliation, Alessia reveals the signet is actually the unique key to her vast multi-billion dollar fortune. By forcibly removing the ring, Luca has inadvertently triggered the total bankruptcy and liquidation of his own family empire.