The Villainous Matriarch's Secretly Pampered Wolf Consorts
Ella was a dedicated veterinary surgeon in New York. But when she opened her eyes again, she woke up in a brutal, magical world.
Before she could even process her surroundings, a jagged bone dagger smashed into her pillow, missing her jugular by an inch.
The assassin was a young wolf beastman, glaring at her with bloodshot, feral hatred.
Memories crashed into her brain. She had transmigrated into the body of Ella Ortiz, a sadistic matriarch who tortured her bound beastman consorts for sport.
The original owner had just whipped the wolf boy's older brother with a flesh-rotting toxin, leaving him chained in the dungeon to die of sepsis. She had even banished a blinded leopard to a monster-infested forest.
They hated her enough to kill her, but they were bound by the Beast Mark. If she died, their energy cores would detonate instantly.
To save the dying brother, Ella had to rely on a newly activated Villain System.
But there was a sick catch: she could only buy modern, life-saving medicine by earning "Animosity Points."
She had to act like the cruel, arrogant tyrant they despised.
To harvest their hatred, she had to secretly heal their horrific wounds while publicly kicking them, mocking them, and violently abusing them.
As an animal lover, seeing these traumatized beastmen tremble in fear at her feet tore her heart to shreds. Why did she have to be a monster just to keep them breathing?
But watching the dying wolf finally breathe steadily after she secretly injected him with a serum, she made her choice.
If playing the psychopath was the only way to keep her consorts alive, she would be the greatest villain this world had ever seen.
"Pack your gear," Ella ordered her trembling guards, crushing her guilt beneath a cold sneer. "We are going into the Mist Forest to find that blind leopard."
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Chapter 2
The mechanical voice echoed in Ella's brain, cold and emotionless.
She kept her face perfectly rigid, but her pulse raced. A System? Like in the novels she used to read between surgeries?
She looked down at Daulton. The fierce wolf boy had completely collapsed, his spirit broken by the threat to his brother. Every instinct in Ella's body screamed at her to reach out, to pat his shaking shoulders and tell him it was okay.
She dug her fingernails so hard into her palms that the skin nearly broke. She couldn't.
Kevan shuffled forward on his knees. He reached out with his bleeding fingers, gently catching the hem of Ella's lavish silk nightgown.
"Please, Master," Kevan whispered, his voice cracking. "Forgive him. He is young. Punish me instead."
Ella's eyes dropped to Kevan's hands. The cuts from the bone dagger were deep, slicing straight down to the muscle. In this world, minor wounds healed fast for beastmen, but a cut that deep could easily sever a tendon. Her veterinary instincts flared. She frowned hard.
Daulton saw her frown. He thought she was disgusted by Kevan's blood on her dress. He immediately threw himself in front of Kevan, shielding him with his body, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for her to strike him.
Ella took a slow, deep breath. She channeled the original owner's haughty, impatient tone.
"Get up," she snapped, her voice like cracking ice.
Both men scrambled to their feet, terrified. Daulton's wolf ears drooped flat against his head, all his rebellious fire extinguished.
Ella searched the original owner's memories. Why was Daulton trying to kill her?
The answer hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. Cordaro. Daulton's older brother.
Last night, the original Ella had been bored. She had taken a whip soaked in a flesh-rotting toxin and lashed Cordaro for hours. She had left him chained to the dungeon wall, his wounds heavily infected, slowly dying in agony.
Ella's stomach lurched violently. A wave of intense nausea washed over her. She felt physically sick at the cruelty her body had committed.
She forced the bile back down. She spun around, marching toward the heavy oak door.
"Take me to the dungeon," she ordered coldly.
Daulton's head snapped up. Raw terror flooded his amber eyes. He thought she was going down there to finish Cordaro off, to execute him for the assassination attempt.
Kevan quickly grabbed Daulton's arm, digging his fingers in to keep the boy quiet. He bowed deeply to Ella's back.
"Yes, Master," Kevan said, his voice completely hollow.
The three of them walked down the long, opulent corridors of the estate. The walls were lined with gold-leaf mirrors and expensive magic-beast pelts, but the air felt dead. Torches flickered, casting long, twisted shadows across the marble floors.
As they descended the stone spiral staircase into the underground levels, the temperature plummeted. The air grew damp and heavy.
A thick, metallic stench of old blood mixed with the sweet, sickening smell of rotting flesh hit Ella's nose.
Her steps faltered. The nausea returned, stronger this time.
Kevan, walking slightly behind her, noticed her hesitation. His gray eyes flickered with a tiny, deeply hidden spark of confusion. The old Ella loved this smell. Why was she slowing down?
They reached the end of the corridor. A heavy iron grate blocked the entrance to the last cell.
Daulton's breathing turned ragged. His eyes filled with fresh tears.
In the dim light of a single torch, a massive figure hung from the wall, suspended by thick, rusted iron chains locked around his wrists, the excess heavy links pooling on the damp stone floor below.
It was Cordaro. He was a high-tier wolf warrior, a man who used to command respect. Now, he was covered in blood and filth. His fur was matted into hard, dark clumps.
Ella stepped closer to the iron bars. Even in the bad lighting, she could see the deep, jagged whip marks crisscrossing his broad chest. The edges of the wounds were swollen, leaking thick, yellow pus.
She listened carefully. Cordaro's breathing was shallow, rapid, and wet.
Sepsis. The infection had entered his bloodstream. His body was shutting down.
Daulton couldn't hold it in anymore. He threw himself against the iron bars, letting out a muffled, agonizing whimper.
Kevan leaned against the cold stone wall and closed his eyes. He was waiting for Ella to give the order to throw the body to the wild beasts.
Ella's hands gripped the fabric of her skirt. She squeezed so hard her knuckles turned stark white. She needed the physical pain to keep her face from crumbling into tears.
[Warning, ] the System's voice chimed in her head. [If a bound consort dies, the host will suffer a forced extraction of life force, resulting in agonizing, immediate organ failure. ]
Ella sneered in her mind. I don't need a threat to save a life, you piece of junk.
She spun around on her heel, her eyes locking onto Kevan with a harsh, demanding glare.
Kevan flinched violently, instinctively pulling his bleeding hands against his chest.
"Go fetch a basin of boiling water and clean rags," Ella barked, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now. I am going in there."
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7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.
8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
7.1
The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown.
Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity.
"I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered.
Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside.
To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead.
Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her.
She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo.
But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad.
Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention.
When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished.
Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.
8.5
Sera was the obedient, spoiled Hollywood socialite of the Beaumont family, completely devoted to her fiancé, Ethan.
But her life ended in a freezing Eastern European warehouse, chained to a damp concrete floor.
Right before she died, her captors shoved the transfer documents in her face. Ethan had sold her to human traffickers to cover his massive underground gambling debts.
While she suffered in absolute hell, her adoptive mother went on national television.
She squeezed out fake tears, publicly framing Sera for stealing family funds and eloping with a secret lover.
Sera's reputation was completely destroyed, and she was left to die a miserable, agonizing death in the dark.
She didn't understand why her family treated her like a disposable piece of trash.
She understood even less how the man who promised to marry her could hand her over to monsters without a second thought.
When she opened her eyes again, the biting cold and heavy iron chains were gone.
She was back five years in the past.
She was lying on a hotel bed, her limbs heavy with date-rape drugs, while a predatory Hollywood director hovered inches from her face.
It was the exact "exclusive audition" Ethan had arranged to exploit her for the very first time.
Sera didn't scream. With lethal, practiced precision, she shattered the director's wrist and brought a heavy crystal ashtray down on his skull.
The bleeding man collapsed onto the carpet and whimpered.
"Ethan promised... he said you'd be compliant..."
Staring at his pathetic face, a cold, predatory smile stretched across Sera's lips.
This time, she was going to systematically dismantle their lives.
7.2
Aria Nightshade spent her entire life waiting for one thing: the moment her fated mate would claim her, making her Luna. But on the night of her bonding ceremony, Liam Draven rejects her in front of the entire pack-publicly, brutally, without hesitation. He chooses another woman. Leaves her shattered.
Humiliated beyond repair, Aria prepares to disappear into whatever's left of her dignity.
Then the Alpha King intervenes.
Kael Draven-feared, untouchable, a man who answers to no one-steps between them and claims her himself. Not out of mercy. Not out of love. For reasons he refuses to explain, he binds her to him with magic older than the packs themselves, then hauls her to his fortress and locks her in a tower.
Aria should be terrified.
Instead, she's angry. Defiant. And increasingly aware that the man holding her captive isn't quite what he seems.
Kael is cold, calculated, and obsessed with understanding what she is-a wolf who shouldn't have survived a bond rupture, who shouldn't be standing, who shouldn't exist. As he slowly reveals the truth about her past and her bloodline, Aria discovers that her rejection was never about her worth. It was about her power. The kind of power that could reshape the entire werewolf hierarchy.
But Liam can't accept his loss. Kael's protection becomes possession. And Aria's slow transformation from broken girl to something far more dangerous forces her to choose: remain the victim they all rejected, or rise as the Luna that will make them all bow.
Even if it means destroying everything-and everyone-she once cared about.
8.0
I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king.
A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat.
He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars.
I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes.
The bed was a time portal.
The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma.
"I can give you more wealth than you can imagine."
So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.