The She-wolf General
My mother forces me to replace my cousin Amy in the alpha's consort selection.
In my first life, I was cast aside, but now, I vow to reclaim what's mine.
I outwit my family, seizing back my father's legacy and standing up to their cruelty.
As I navigate the palace and werewolf politics, I embrace my Smith blood, becoming a warrior.
I expose Amy's schemes, face down the Fourth Prince's treachery, and rise as the first female Wolf General.
In the end, I confront my mother and Amy's downfall, forging my own path under the moon, no longer a pawn but a force to be reckoned with.
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Chapter 3
"Auntie, wealth means nothing to me. One day, Cousin will understand your kindness."
My steps halted.
I spun, flung the door open. "Oh, and Mother-Sunflower Palace was mine, decreed by Father. Amy has borrowed it long enough. Time to return it."
I paced forward, voice like ice.
"And the pearl powder, the iridescent silk, the blue jade-all from my allowance, no? After a decade of 'loaning' them, I'd like them back. Fair, wouldn't you say?"
With each item named, Mother's face darkened.
Amy's lips turned ashy, but she croaked: "Fair."
I leaned in, smile sharp.
"Return them promptly. When I'm cross, I babble-wouldn't want to disturb palace nobles, hm?"
Fearing I'd spill secrets, Amy's servants fled within hours.
Alone in Sunflower Palace, I traced the familiar eaves.
The sunset gauze had faded, no longer shimmering like the memory of Father's laughter.
In the storeroom, I unearthed relics: his wooden bow, the swing he built, a birthday gift- a toy sword and military scrolls.
Once, I was the general's jewel.
He'd hoist me high, teach me sparring; Mother served melons, laughing as Joseph brandished his own stick-sword.
"Joseph, master the blade to protect your sister," Father had said.
I'd bounced: "No! I'll protect you!"
Laughter had filled the yard. When did it all curdle?
Perhaps the day the sun set like blood, the day Mother led Amy through the gates. We'd both lost fathers, but only Amy gained a family.
I stored the relics in the annex, heart heavy.
That night, dreams twisted: wolves chasing me through halls, their howls blending with Father's voice.
Dawn barely cracked when a crash jolted me.
"Lenore Smith! Show yourself!"
"You think one good deed lets you steal Amy's home? Cut off her allowance?"
"Ungrateful wretch!"
I stepped outside to carnage.
My father's relics lay destroyed: scrolls torn, the toy sword notched. Joseph stood in scarlet, sword in hand, sneering: "Trash like this belongs in the dump."
"Your 'sacrifice' means nothing. Mother wanted Zito for Amy, but you stole him! Now the Kasdorf force her into the draft-this is your debt."
My palm snapped across his cheek. The slap echoed.
Joseph gaped, stunned. I'd never struck him, but this boy-destroying Father's legacy, spitting venom-was a stranger.
When had he become this? The first time he blushed for Amy? The first time he accused me of cruelty?
"How-how dare you!" he snarled, chest heaving.
My hand rose again, faster than a wolf's strike.
This time, his cheek bore my print-and something else.
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I'm an assassin for the Snicker pack, cold and relentless. My mission? Kill Alpha Ronan of a rival pack in three months.
Five attempts. Five failures. All thanks to my incompetent partner. One time, he even gave me an overtime drug. Pathetic.
The deadline was here, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him.
"I won't do it. Just let me die instead," I told my partner.
Silence. Days passed with no reply.
Then, on the final day, I found it-a secret buried deep in the mission......
7.5
My husband left me to die in a fire, choosing to save his mistress while I lost our baby in the flames.
But my suffering had only just begun. He and his lover then tried to poison me, swapping my life-saving medication for tranquilizers.
When that didn't work, he orchestrated a car crash that shattered my legs, leaving me crippled and helpless.
His final act of cruelty was on his yacht. He watched as his mistress framed me, then locked me in a room with a group of thugs who left me for dead.
I threw myself into the ocean that night, choosing the cold, dark water over the monsters on that boat.
I survived. I rebuilt my life, found a man who cherished my broken pieces, and was about to get married.
Then, August crashed my engagement party. He told me he'd destroyed his mistress and was giving me his entire fortune. He thought he could buy his way back into my life.
He was about to learn that some things can't be fixed with money.
7.3
I never thought my wedding day would feel like a funeral.
Leon Martins, cold, arrogant, untouchable, married me not for love, not for desire, but for a secret buried deep in his family's shadows. I was the sacrifice, the pawn forced into his gilded cage.
Every glance from him cuts like a blade. Every touch burns like a warning. He keeps me close yet pushes me away, as if my presence is both punishment and temptation.
But secrets have a way of unraveling, and the closer I get to discovering his, the more dangerous this marriage becomes. Because somewhere between our battles and stolen moments, my heart betrays me. I start to want the man who swore he could never love me.
And when his carefully guarded walls begin to crack, I see something terrifying in his eyes: a longing as reckless as my own.
Was I brought into this marriage to protect his secret... or to destroy us both?
8.2
My fiancé staged his own kidnapping as a sick loyalty test, betting I'd risk our unborn child to save him. The shock of his betrayal cost me our baby. When I confronted him, he protected his mistress and burned our son's ashes right in front of me.
He sneered that I was just his "loyal little soldier" and that only death would end us.
He was right. He just never realized he was talking about his own death, at the hands of the queen who owns his entire army.
9.1
"You walked into my room, Astrid. No bra. No panties. What did you expect me to do? Pray?"
"I expect you to look away."
"Look away?" he chuckled in a low, dangerous tone as he trod toward me. "Baby, I've looked away for damn five years."
~
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Except her brother's best friend–Rhett Rivers–is crashing at their house. And he has grown into every bit of the trouble she shouldn't want.
One time at a party leads them to an unforgettable one nightstand
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8.2
She was rejected before hundreds, her bond twisted into agony, her worth declared worthless. Nyra Vale fled into forbidden lands, and the world believed she died.
But the Moon had other plans.
Five years later, she returns as the Moonshadow, powerful, untouchable, and carrying the stolen legacy of every sacrificed omega. Kael Draven, the alpha who destroyed her, now rules with iron control, burying his regret beneath duty. Their corrupted bond still burns between them, violent and unbreakable, dragging them into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and proximity that neither can escape.
As ancient prophecies unravel and a ruthless enemy moves to claim her as a weapon, Nyra must choose: become the monster the world expects, or rewrite fate itself. Kael will sacrifice everything to stand beside her, but after five years of surviving alone, can she trust the man who once chose tradition over her heart?
When the blood moon rises, will love be enough to break a curse forged in sacrifice, or will history repeat itself in blood and ash?