THE SHADOWS OF THE MOON
Celine's world shatters when her twin sister, Seraphina, claims the mate destined for her.
"You were never meant for him, Celine," Seraphina whispers, guilt laced in her voice. "I had no choice."
Banished to the wilderness, heartbroken and alone, Celine stumbles upon an ancient power lurking in the shadows-one that whispers of vengeance, strength, and a destiny far greater than she ever imagined. But as darkness coils around her, she must decide: will she fight for the wolves who cast her out, or let the shadows consume her heart?
Betrayal was only the beginning.
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Chapter 4
CELINE'S POV
Seraphina didn't find her soulmate, and now she was even more heartbroken that she had to cut her classes short because of something our father decided.
At least we were on the same page about this decision.
I had better things to do.
The school seemed normal to us both, but the decision to cut our classes short raised questions in the minds of some students. But we had nothing to tell them when we ourselves didn't know what to say.
All of this seemed too sudden and shocking.
But they were doing it for Seraphina, and somehow my plans were suffering because of it.
After school, a van came to pick us up.
We both sat in silence, nervous about our visit to the packhouse. We were only allowed to visit during pack meetings or special celebrations. This was the first time we would meet the Alpha in person.
"What if we find our mate there?" Seraphina whispered in my ear, her voice barely containing her excitement.
I turned to her, frowning in confusion.
Is this what was going through her mind right now?
Really?
This is what really concerned her about this whole situation?
"What are you saying, Seraphina? Are you stupid?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"No, think about it, Celine. We didn't find our mate in school, maybe because they don't go there at all. What if this is the Moon Goddess's way of arranging our meeting with our mates?" she questioned, her eyes gleaming with hope.
"Whatever, Sera. I am not really sure about that. Do you want an old man to be your mate?" I asked sarcastically.
She gasped dramatically. "No, silly. Only old people don't live there. Maybe our mate is not in our age group. Maybe he is slightly older than us, maybe he is a new warrior or someone else from the packhouse. It's not uncommon."
She wasn't wrong.
It wasn't uncommon for wolves to be from different age groups.
"Sera, we are not going there for a mate hunt, but if we do find our mates there, let's consider ourselves lucky," I said, shaking my head.
She rolled her eyes but nodded in agreement.
With that thought, she seemed slightly less nervous than before. But my heart was not at ease. I knew Seraphina had a purpose there, but what would I do?
Something told me this wasn't just about her training.
Something told me I was about to be dragged into something much bigger than I ever imagined.
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The van pulled up to the packhouse, an enormous structure that loomed over us like a silent guardian. The air around it was heavy with authority, and even Seraphina, who had been giddy moments ago, quieted as we stepped out.
Two guards escorted us inside. The halls were quiet, eerily so, and the sheer grandeur of the place made me feel small. We were led to a meeting room where the Alpha waited.
His presence was commanding, his gaze assessing as he looked at us. "Seraphina, you will begin training tomorrow. You have a structured schedule with detailed instructions on what is expected of you."
She nodded, determination flickering in her eyes.
Then, his eyes turned to me. "Celine, you have the option to join your sister in training or sit it out."
I hesitated for a moment before making my decision. "I'll sit it out. I'll support Seraphina from the sidelines."
He didn't seem surprised. "That is fine, but there are rules. You are not allowed to wander freely around the packhouse or its grounds."
I nodded in agreement. "Understood."
Since it was our first day, we decided to take things slow. A guard was assigned to give us a tour. The packhouse was massive, with grand halls, training grounds, and even an enormous library that immediately caught my interest.
The moment I stepped inside, I inhaled the scent of old books and ink, a place I could easily lose myself in.
But just as I was about to follow the guard to another section, an intoxicating smell hit my nostrils. It was unlike anything I had ever encountered-rich, alluring, and overwhelming.
My heart raced, and I lost all sense of my surroundings.
Something inside me shifted, as if waking up from a deep slumber.
And that's when I knew.
My mate was here.
I followed the scent, my feet moving of their own accord, ignoring the Alpha's warning. It led me to the gym, where only one person was working out. His back was turned to me, but the way his body stiffened told me he sensed me too.
A low growl rumbled through the air as he turned around.
Before I could react, he moved-faster than I could comprehend.
In an instant, I was pinned against the wall, his strong hands holding me firmly. My breath hitched as he leaned in, his nose skimming the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply.
I froze at the first contact, my body betraying me as a shiver ran down my spine.
And then, he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.
"Mine."
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7.8
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN Synopsis.
By [F.K Rowan]
Ella Navarro had one plan: become a mother on her own terms. No partner, no complications, no one to let her down. After years of heartbreak and a betrayal she never saw coming, she walked into a fertility clinic alone and chose the cleanest, most controlled version of a fresh start possible.
She got Dominic Sinclair's DNA instead.
Cold, powerful, and campaigning to become Alpha King of the North American wolf packs, Dominic is the last man on earth Ella would have chosen. He is also, apparently, the father of her unborn child. When the clinic's devastating mix-up comes to light, two people from completely different worlds are forced into each other's lives with nothing in common except the baby growing between them.
Ella expects a legal battle. She gets something far more complicated.
Because Dominic can't stop watching her like she's something he wasn't prepared for. And Ella can't stop noticing that behind all that money and control is a man still bleeding from a wound he never talks about.
She didn't come here to fall for anyone.
But some things, it turns out, were never hers to control.
"A dark, slow-burn werewolf romance about the wreckage we build lives from."
8.5
She lost everything in one night-the screams of her coven, the blood of her brother, the betrayal of someone they trusted. Ten years later, Seraphina Nightborne lives hidden among common vampires, pretending to be weak while silently preparing for revenge. But at a royal gathering, fate plays the cruelest trick of all. Her fated blood-bond mate walks in, Damien Valcourt. Future Vampire King. The man tied to the night her family died. The one who believes she's long dead. Her heart screams to reject him. Her vampire spirit refuses to bow, but Damien has waited years for his destined queen-and he will burn kingdoms before letting her disappear again. Forced into his world, torn between rage and the irresistible pull of destiny, Seraphina is determined to uncover the truth... even if it destroys her. What happens when the girl he mourned becomes the queen who hates him? What happens when Seraphina learns the true traitor is someone she still trusts? And when darkness returns... will she choose revenge? Or the vampire fate chained her heart to?
7.9
After her twin brother's unexplained death at Alpha Academy, Alexandria Hyde takes his place and his name to uncover the truth. Now living as "Alex," she's thrown into a world of hot, testosterone-fueled Alphas who fight to the brink of death... and she has to survive it while hiding who she really is.
But staying hidden isn't easy–
Not when the Alphas start noticing her.
Not when the truth she's chasing might destroy her first.
And definitely not when they start fighting for her instead.
7.2
I stared at the ceiling tiles of the sterile clinic, counting water stains to keep from screaming. The IVF transfer was complete, but the nurse didn’t call me a mother—she called the life inside me an "asset" for Caldwell Holdings.
When I walked into my husband Alexander’s office to demand a divorce, he didn't even look up from his desk. He just laughed, shredded my legal papers, and told me I was nothing more than a high-end broodmare for his inheritance.
The nightmare only deepened from there. To keep me in line, Alexander fabricated evidence of an affair to destroy my reputation. When I tried to run, he revealed he controlled the facility where my sister was on life support, threatening to pull the plug if I didn't submit.
"One phone call, and her ventilator stops," he whispered.
Even my own parents turned against me, demanding I apologize to Alexander’s mistress just to secure their next business merger. I was a prisoner in my own life, trapped between a husband who wanted to own me and a family that had already sold me. I couldn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with this pregnancy until I saw the fear in Alexander's eyes when his uncle, the powerful Harrison Sterling, started showing up at my door.
I finally hacked into the clinic’s high-security database and found the truth. There had been a catastrophic lab breach the day of my procedure. The donor wasn't some anonymous third party.
I wasn't carrying my husband's child. I was carrying his uncle's heir.
As Alexander sent a hitman to stage a fatal "accident" on the Manhattan Bridge, I realized the war had just begun. This time, I wasn't just fighting for my life—I was holding the nuclear leverage that would burn the Caldwell empire to the ground.
8.7
Heidi gripped the sterile hospital bedsheets as violent contractions ripped her body apart.
The heavy door opened, but it wasn't the doctor. It was Brigette, wearing the exact custom wedding dress Heidi had spent six months designing for herself.
Brigette held up her phone on speaker. When the doctor warned that a natural delivery would kill the mother, Christian Page's voice echoed through the room, ice-cold and devoid of any warmth.
"Prioritize the Page heirs. Let her die."
The man she loved had just signed her death warrant over the phone.
Brigette stole her newborn twins, dragged her to an abandoned warehouse, and poured gasoline over her bare legs.
Flicking a lit cigar into the puddle, Brigette left Heidi tied to an iron pillar to burn alive.
But as the flames formed a deadly circle around her, Heidi's body convulsed with a terrifying truth.
In the heart of the blazing inferno, she miraculously gave birth to two more babies she didn't know she was carrying.
Using her own back as a human shield against the falling embers, she survived the fire, but the ultimate betrayal burned deeper than her ruined skin.
Four years later, Heidi returned to New York with a reconstructed face, two brilliant children, and a terrifying new identity as the world's top underground surgeon.
When Christian, entirely unaware of who she was, signed a waiver begging her to save his dying grandfather's life, Heidi looked into his desperate eyes with absolute, clinical boredom.
"The game starts now," she said coldly.
8.4
Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss.
*************
"Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it.
She freezes. He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long.
"I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up." Relief floods her.
He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close.
Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.