The Last White Wolf
Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her off to some bad people to pay off their debt. That did not come as a surprise that they would do such a thing and there was no love lost there. But what came as a surprise was when she woke up naked the next morning, walls splattered with blood and four people ripped to shreds. Life went from bad to bloody worse for Mercedes. It was like waking up in a horror scene. She was petrified and confused, nothing made sense but what did make sense was for her to pick up what she can and run.
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Felix Ransom is the Alpha of the White Claw pack. He leads his pack with an iron fist and ensures everyone's safety and makes sure the pack thrives. But something is missing. The gentle touch of a Luna. Felix is already 25 years old and has not found the one the Moon Goddess chose for him. His other half and mate. Each day without the one for him made his hope of ever finding her wither away. At a point, he even thought that she might have died. It never occurred to him that his made would come right to him much less be a human who is a fugitive for murdering 4 people. Or was she a human being after all?
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Chapter 6
Alexa was in a daze, not knowing how Mercedes could intercept her magic. After all, she was just a human, so how was she doing that? Felix, Jake, and Crystal. We're confused and waiting for Alexa to tell them what happened. Mercedes was as confused as the rest of them. She was just staring at Alexa weirdly.
" What is it, Alexa? What happened?" Felix asked, approaching her. Alexa shook her head and placed her fingers on Mercedes again. This time she used maximum power to see if she would be able to block that too. Mercedes gasped and started convulsing and elevated. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agaped as Alexa's magic navigated her mind. Alexa was once again unable to penetrate her mind enough to erase her memories.
She retracted her power and Mercedes slowly calmed down and fell on the floor. Crystal panicked and ran to her and kneeled in front of her. She gently placed her head in her lap and caressed her hair and face.
" Mercedes wake up!" she exclaimed, tapping lightly on her face. She kept doing that and calling out her name but nothing helped. " Jake! Help me pick her up!" He obliged and carried her to the couch. Alexa was shocked to the core. She still could not come to terms with the fact that a human could intercept her magic. It has never happened before and not many species could do that unless there was something special about them. Maybe her power was acting up and it was not Mercedes.
Felix roughly grabbed Alexa's arm and turned her to face him. " What the hell was that Alexa? I told you to erase some of her memories, not to fry her brains!" he growled at her. Alexa yanked her arm away from Felix with an equally annoyed expression. " I didn't fry her brains. Instead, she fought off my powers! I couldn't erase her memories, okay! I couldn't! She is fine and nothing happened to her, but my magic is acting up!" she yelled in frustration.
" What do you mean you couldn't? What are you talking about?"
" I mean just what I said. I couldn't erase her memory!" Alexa pulled out the chair and plopped on it.
Crystal sat on the couch worried about Mercedes. She was glad that Alexa could not erase her memories. This meant that their friendship had a chance. She knew for a fact that if Alexa couldn't make her forget all about them, then Felix would not let her go.
It sounds selfish, but earlier that day she had a feeling that Mercedes felt the same way. She, too, didn't want to leave and perhaps that is why she fought for Alexa's compulsion.
" So what now Alpha? Alexa can't do anything, so what of the girl?" Jake asked the million-dollar question. Felix didn't know what to do, but it was obvious that he could not risk his pack by letting her go. Now she had to stay until they could figure something out.
" She'll stay in the packhouse. Get Rosita to help her settle in one of the unoccupied rooms. But I'll have you to keep a keen eye on her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. I'm giving you this responsibility, Crystal. If she does anything stupid, I will lock her up in the dungeons for the rest of her life."
" Yes, Alpha. Thank you for letting her stay. And I will take care of her." She gestured to Jake to once again help her carry Mercedes. They went to the guest room and laid her down. The pack helper, Rosita, went inside with the lemon juice that Alpha requested from Mercedes. Crystal took it and helped Mercedes drink it up, and she became conscious in the process. She was panicked, but Crystal held her down so she calmed down.
" Ssh, I am right here." Mercedes settles down after seeing Crystal with her. Her head was hurting, and she groaned in pain and held her head in her hands. " It hurt!" she cried out in pain. She felt like her head would explode at any minute. She began thrashing and Crystal moved out of the way so she would not mistakenly hurt her. Crystal was perplexed by her condition. She did not understand what was wrong with her.
" Jake! Go and get Alexa here!" He didn't need to be told twice. He ran back to the office. " Alexa! She is awake and experiencing severe pain in her head. Come now." Alexa jumped out of her seat and Felix followed behind. When they got there, they saw Mercedes in a bad condition and sweating.
" Help her Alexa! She is burning up. At this rate, she will die!" Crystal cried out anxiously. Alexa went to Mercedes's bedside and placed her palm on her forehead. She sensed that some of her power was left in her head and she was still trying to fight it. Alexa closed her eyes and pulled it out until she was clear again. She keeps surprising her. She is strong enough to fight her power and she survived the attack of the power that was left inside of her head.
She should have died in seconds, but she was still alive. There was no explanation of what she could be other than a human, because she could not sense anything else. Crystal sighed in relief. She was so scared that something would happen to her.
Felix was in a fix, but it seemed like he had no other choice than to let a human stay in his pack. He did not like it one bit but the risk of her leaving with what she knew was too high. While she is there, he can keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. He was worried more about his pack members. Some of them were irritable at the sight of humans. If Mercedes were to do something wrong, they would rip her apart without a second thought. It meant he had to address everyone, not to get worked up by her presence. And as soon as they figure out what is going on, they will get rid of her. He hoped it was sooner rather than later.
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9.7
Some chains are forged in iron.
Others in desire.
Sebastian Kol has existed for six centuries. Cursed to burn alive in his own skin every night he transforms into a beast even he cannot control. He wants one thing. Freedom. And after five centuries of searching, a prophecy finally gives it a name.
Leilani Ravenwood.
She carries the mark of the moon goddess on her skin and a prophecy that brands her as his salvation. Her blood silences his beast, and her touch sets him on fire.
In the worst possible way. And in the best possible way.
Furious at the hold she has over him, Sebastian takes her, strips her of everything, and bends her world until it breaks, determined to own what the goddess dared to use against him. What follows is dark and consuming. A monster who has never met his match, and a woman who proves to be it.
But Leilani Ravenwood does not break easily. And somewhere between the hatred and the hunger, the punishment and the pull, the ancient beast begins to suspect the terrible truth.
The woman born to be his salvation may already be his undoing, his poison and cure wearing the same skin.
And he is running out of reasons to care.
9.0
Elena Hart survived the crash.
Her memories didn't.
When she wakes in a pristine suburban home with a diamond on her finger and a man gripping her hand like she might disappear, she's told a simple truth:
He's her husband.
They've been married for two years.
They're deeply in love.
Caleb knows everything about her-how she takes her coffee, the scar on her thigh, the way she hums when she's anxious. The photos lining the walls prove their life together. The neighbours confirm it. Her doctor insists memory loss after trauma is common.
So why does her body recoil when he kisses her?
And why, every night, does another man visit her in dreams-bleeding, desperate, whispering:
You promised you'd run.
The dreams aren't romantic. They're frantic. Urgent. As if time is running out.
Then Elena finds something she was never meant to see.
A locked drawer in Caleb's office.
A second wedding ring.
A newspaper clipping about her accident-dated three weeks before the crash she remembers.
The more she questions, the more Caleb tightens his grip. His patience becomes surveillance. His affection becomes control. Doors begin locking. Her phone disappears. The neighbours stop meeting her eyes.
And the dreams start happening while she's awake.
A reflection in a window that isn't hers.
Footsteps behind her when no one is there.
A voice that says, He changed it. He changed everything.
What if she wasn't supposed to survive that crash?
What if the accident wasn't an accident?
As fractured memories return in violent flashes-running through rain, screaming in a dark parking lot, a different man's blood on her hands-Elena is forced to confront a horrifying possibility:
She wasn't stolen.
She was rewritten.
And the man who calls himself her husband didn't just save her life.
He erased it.
Now she must decide who the real ghost is-
The man haunting her dreams...
Or the one sleeping beside her.
Because this time, if she remembers the truth...
One of them won't let her live to tell it.
9.2
I went to The Ivy to return a box of scripts and hoodies, hoping to finally bury my past with movie star Harrison Knox. I just wanted to be a good wife to Julian Sterling and keep my family’s business merger intact.
But Harrison had other plans. He staged a paparazzi ambush, pulling me into a fake embrace just as the cameras flashed. By the time I got home to our Bel Air estate, the headline "Harrison Knox Heartbroken? Tearful Reunion with Serena Vance" was already trending worldwide.
The fallout was brutal. My father called, roaring that the stock was in freefall and threatening to stop my mother’s medical payments if I didn't keep Julian happy. My movie funding was pulled, leaving me to pawn my Birkin bags just to pay my staff. Even worse, Julian’s cold indifference turned into a sharp, quiet rage. He heard me tell a friend that our marriage felt like a transaction, and his response was to toss a black Centurion card at my feet like I was something he’d bought at an auction.
I was trapped between a narcissist who wanted to use my trauma for his next script and a father who saw me as nothing but a bargaining chip. Even Julian, the man who secretly bought my movie rights through a shell company to protect me, believed I was still screaming my ex's name in my sleep.
When my family finally demanded I lie and accuse Julian of domestic abuse to secure a settlement, I realized I had nothing left to lose. I walked away from the Vance name, deleted every memory of Harrison, and stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean ready to let the tide take me.
But Julian didn't come for a divorce. He found me in the dark, his coat heavy on my shoulders and his eyes burning with a possessive fire.
"There is no divorce in the Sterling family," he whispered against my ear.
"There is only widowhood. You are mine, Serena, until one of us is in the ground."
8.2
I died on a Tuesday.
It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father.
I was twenty years old.
He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him—my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant.
He chose her. He always chose her.
And then, I woke up.
Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for.
This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London—an exile disguised as a severance package—I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice.
He didn't know he was talking to a ghost.
He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal.
He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder.
That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry.
She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts.
So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie.
I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane.
But I will not be a victim.
This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter.
This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.
7.0
My debt-ridden uncle sold me to the Romero mafia family to save his own skin.
I was forced to marry Emiliano Romero, a man known to the underworld as "The Ghost"—a rumored monster who supposedly tore his last two caretakers apart.
My aunt and cousin delighted in my misery. My cousin came at me with a razor, leaving a nasty bruise on my face, while my aunt bleached my hair to make me look like a cheap, disposable doll.
When the Romeros arrived, they didn't even pretend to want a daughter-in-law.
"The Family needs a nobody whose death won't start a police report."
They just wanted a clueless victim to sign a pre-nup and die quietly. They shoved me down a sterile hallway and locked me inside a fortified, padded cell with a man wrapped in heavy chains.
They all thought they were sacrificing a helpless, terrified lamb to a madman. They laughed at my tears, completely convinced I was just gutter trash waiting to be slaughtered.
But they had no idea I was a highly trained undercover operative.
Listening to their arrogant whispers, the pieces finally clicked. Emiliano wasn't a deranged killer—he was a prisoner being drugged and framed by his own blood.
I drained my uncle's bank account to buy a neurotoxin antidote, dropped my pathetic, trembling disguise, and stepped calmly into the monster's cage.
I wasn't here to be their victim. I was here to save him.
9.1
In her first life, Elara Silas was a biological insurance policy a spare part for her sickly brother and a shadow to her saintly twin sister, Elena. Her existence ended on a cold operating table, her heart harvested while her husband, John Grant, watched with chilling indifference. But death was only a detour.
Waking up three years in the past, Elara is no longer the obedient dog begging for scraps of affection. Armed with the memories of her family's ultimate betrayal, she prepares to dismantle the Silas empire from the inside out. Her first move? Rejecting her father's control to sign a secret contract with his greatest rival: the enigmatic and breathtakingly handsome Orion.
Expectations shatter when she meets him. Orion isn't just a powerful jeweler; he is a man haunted by the same ghost. In a world-altering revelation, he confesses the truth: he wasn't a bystander in the first life-he was the man behind the glass, murdered by Elara's father while trying to save her.
Now, two souls who died in the same tragedy are united by a lethal alliance. As Elara returns to the Silas mansion to play the role of the repentant daughter, she finds herself trapped in the same deadly games-including Elena's blood-soaked frame-ups and her mother's toxic healing schemes. But this time, Elara isn't alone. With Orion's shadow looming over the Silas household and a black opal ring hiding a shared secret, the hunt has begun.