
Second Chance Of The Luna
Aldan Anabelle was destined to be a luna, beautiful, talented and heir of the great Kam kingdom. Everything was perfect, until one faithful night, her parents died in a fatal accident. Planned by an unknown clan, set up by her uncle Raven. After the death of her parents, life turned into a nightmare, uncle molested and maltreated her.
To protect her father's legacy, she's sent to leave with her fated mate for 5yrs, the only way to get her legacy was if she could break his stone heart. Alpha Roman, a cold-hearted heir of Fangspire pack, vowed never to love because of his stepmother's maltreatment. Within 5 years, he fell in love with her.... after a long time of tormenting her. Their worlds merge, their hearts ignite and their bond becomes unbreakable.
Not until she was kidnapped, did everything go sour. Her fashion show trips became a trap for taking her blood. To prevent the prophecy from coming through, her uncle planned her death. But unknown to them, nobody was found. Anabelle never died that day. She rises from the ashes under a new name. A powerful businesswoman whose internal desire was filled with revenge.
When fate pushes them together again, they stand on opposite sides of destiny.
Driven by misunderstanding and anger toward each other.
Love. Betrayal. Revenge
A Luna who returns from ashes to regain her throne, legacy.
And a mate, who would destroy the kingdom to earn her forgiveness.
"Would she be able to defeat her uncle plots?" and win the heart of the cold hearted Alpha.
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Anabelle Pov
The closer their horse got, the more I could feel the weight of the walls, as if something mighty were there.
The small council was already occupied when I entered. Elders were centred around the golden table with the warriors of the Fangspire pack. Exchanging updates, mapping territory and sharpening weapons.
No one paused for me. Not a single soul acknowledged my presence.
And just before they started their discussion, the door of the hall banged open.
A tall, athletic-looking man walked in, his tone cold. Giving no acknowledgement to anyone in the hall.
"Good day, Alpha of Fangspire Pack," the elders said, bowing to him.
He paid no attention to their greeting before he sat in the chair facing the entrance.
I could feel the weight of his arrogance, even without speaking to him.
I started shaking, and my heart beat so fast.
He was not looking at me, but was commanding his warriors on what to do. But I could feel the gravity of his presence all over the room.
His aura radiated authority in a way that doesn't need a response before action. Just by standing there, everyone obeyed him like a god.
His jaw was tight, eyes ravaging with hatred when he finally turned my direction. As if one was plotting for his prey.
I opened my mouth to speak to him...
But he turned his face towards his warriors' direction again.
He kept me waiting.
I already wanted to test my fate immediately.
Minutes dragged, and we hadn't left yet.
The room became quiet all of a sudden, and he dismissed all the elders and his warriors after the welcome speech.
"Anabelle Aiden..." he echoed, teeth clenched.
He walked closer to me, each step was measured. He didn't stop until I could smell a dark, coated fragrance, towering the scent clinging to him.
His gaze moved from up to down, assessing and calculating my every move. As if he was assessing a piece of object he did not remember ordering.
I stood in that position, not letting his aura intimidate me.
No warmth. No welcome. Just calculation!
"Anabelle Aiden, he said loudly." Even the wall could feel the weight of how he called my name.
"I was sent a political inconvenience last week. And I thought what the fated mate everyone is talking about would look like, or perhaps I never cared." He said.
"I'm supposed to be honoured by your people for taking their daughter in...." He said in a sarcastical tone.
My stomach tightened, his arrogance alone turning me off?
"Guards, prepare everything. Let's leave," He ordered.
"Good, my lady. Till we see again.
Trust me you can do this." Mira hugged me.
"Goodbye Mira, please watch over my father's things and take care of yourself." I said
And immediately we bid them farewell, the horses began to run through the wall leading to the border.
And just like that, I bid Kam kingdom farewell.
Immediately, we reached the Fangspire Pack; everywhere was busy. It was like a different part of the world itself.
Wolves gossiping as we passed...
"Ooooh, the presumed only daughter of the Kam kingdom has been sold to Alpha of Fangspire." one of the wolves whispered.
"I heard she was betrothed to him since birth. She doesn't know what she signed up for." They laughed out loud.
Immediately we entered the house I was welcomed by their glare, nothing here felt like home. Everyone was after their lives and nothing else.
I continued staring at the building, well-organised layers filled with golden rocks and woods, the ceiling properly aligned and colored. One thing I know about the Alpha of Fangspire Pack was surely organised.
He walked into the castle before me.
"This fangspire pack, do not cause any trouble to my people," he said.
"You're a mere object and you should behave that way! He voiced out.
That statement pierced my heart, but I maintained my boldness.
"I didn't choose to come here, alpha Roman," I said.
"But you came anyway." Roman voiced out.
"I came because I have no option..."
"I came for a reason best known to me."
"I came... because we are bonded by destiny even before we were born. "
"Don't ever say that again. I'm not destined to be with any woman, nor you, Anabelle."
So know your place in my castle, He raised his voice!
"Remember you aren't here for your council but because they have no option but to give you a way."
"What was your use to them anyway?"
His words struck me deep, more than the humiliation I faced in my uncle's hands.
"Anabelle Aiden ... a mere object," my inner wolf cried silently.
"Let me make one thing clear," I don't want any Luna. I won't love you, talkless of marrying you.
"So... whatever reason that made your people offer you to me." it's pointless, my dear.
I couldn't breathe, hearing his words, which means my uncle has won.
But one thing I know, I would rather become a slave to an unknown man than my dad's favourite person.
"This Kam kingdom where rules must be followed, no one is favoured, regardless of where you are from. No special treatment. No protection." He said.
His words were clear and precise, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
"My warriors would tell you the structure, what you are allowed to do and not."
And everything they tell you must be followed accordingly, do not let this kingdom regret picking you.
"Survive here if you can," he said. "No one would help you." Immediately he moved out of the room without glancing at me.
I stood there staring at his back, what kind of man is this? This trap is deeper than I thought.
A warrior brushed through my hands.
No response. No sorry. Just an awkward look.
"I won't let these people get to me," I whispered.
"Follow us lady," one of the warriors said.
During the orientation, I overheard Alpha Roman speaking to his other guards.
"She wouldn't last here for a week, talk less of five years." That's never possible.
Maybe that was what he believed.
That was the pack thought.
But I have survived a council that wanted me gone, an uncle who maltreated me.
I would survive the Fangspire pack, too.
Even if it gets me killed!
I would know I fought for my father's legacy till my death.
I'm ready to counter Alpha Romans' words.
Ready to take anything he throws at me.
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She doesn't chase him.
She doesn't beg for love.
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In a city where romance is everywhere, two hearts must decide:
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Or something you grow into?
Hearts Don't Break in Paris - They Teach is an emotional, slow-burn romance filled with self-discovery, redemption, and a love that chooses honesty over fear.

9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?

9.6
One hundred years ago, the witches cursed every she-wolf to be barren.
It was vengeance for their slain matriarch. It was meant to end the war. Instead, it nearly ended the werewolf race.
Werewolves were forced to interbreed with humans to survive, and the once-proud kingdoms fractured. Only one bloodline remained untouched by the curse, the ancient Lycans of Lupenreich, protected by powerful shamanic magic. Coveted by werewolves, hunted by witches, despised by vampires, the Lycans became both salvation and threat.
And now, only one true heir remains...
Sybil von Rosen was never meant to grow up among humans. Born a Lycan princess through a human surrogate, she was stolen from the castle as an infant by the very woman meant to nurse her, a woman who turned out to be a witch.
Hidden beneath a powerful spell that caged her wolf and erased her scent from the supernatural world, Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was... and exactly what she had been bred for.
A womb. A crown. Her bloodline's legacy.
But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen.
She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches, which got transferred to her while she was still in the womb of her surrogate.
She's strong, intelligent, disciplined, and lethal. An MMA champion. A combat instructor for a private military contractor. A woman who learned to fight before she ever learned to howl.
When the magic of her witch mother begins to fade, and the werewolf King finally tracks them down, Sybil is summoned back to a kingdom that remembers her only as its missing heir.
Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms.
She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge...
But the throne comes with chains.
Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is bound to four-the Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich. Ruthless. Powerful. Pureblood. Feared across kingdoms. And fate claims they are her mates.
There's only one problem.
Sybil cannot feel her wolf, for it was caged deep within her soul. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless body.
While her four Alphas believe they are claiming their future Luna and Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous.
She will not stand beside a king.
She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines.
And she certainly will not be ruled.
If the kingdom wants a queen... They're about to kneel to a rebel queen.
Because Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna.
She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians.
And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.

7.6
I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic.
The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn.
Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me.
"I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret.
He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path.
Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse.
I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking.
What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K.
Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.

8.7
The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers.
My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them.
As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most.
They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness.
I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey.

8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.