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 9
The pounding on the heavy oak door was relentless.
"Open the door!" Daulton roared, his fists hammering against the wood. "If you hurt him again, I swear to the Deity I'll kill you!"
Ella's heart slammed against her ribs. She stared at Cordaro, who was still lying motionless on the bed with the towel over his eyes. She had to fix this. She had to get back into character immediately.
She took a deep breath, forcing the panic down, and twisted her features into a mask of cold, furious rage.
She marched to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open.
Daulton stumbled forward, his fist raised to strike the wood again. He barely stopped himself from punching Ella in the face.
Ella didn't hesitate. She slapped her palm hard against the doorframe, the loud crack echoing in the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? !" she shrieked, her voice echoing with tyrannical fury. "Banging on my door in the middle of the night like a feral beast?"
Daulton's amber eyes were wild. He tried to look past her shoulder into the room, but Ella shifted her weight, using her body to completely block his line of sight.
Kevan came running down the hallway, his face pale. He grabbed Daulton's arm, trying to pull him back from the edge of suicide.
Just then, the cold, mechanical voice of Lex Cantor chimed in Ella's brain.
[Warning. Host's recent acts of kindness have caused Animosity Points to drop below the critical safety threshold. Please generate points immediately to avoid punishment. ]
Ella cursed the System. She needed to do something incredibly cruel, right now, to save her own skin.
She scanned her memories, looking for a target. She remembered the other consorts.
She reached out and grabbed Kevan by the front of his tunic, yanking him forward.
"Where is Cato?" she demanded, her voice dripping with venom. "Where is that crippled leopard? He's been gone for weeks."
Kevan trembled, his eyes dropping to the floor. "He... he was sent to the outer villages to trade for supplies, Master. He hasn't returned."
Ella let out a harsh, cruel laugh. "Good. That useless cripple was probably eaten by a low-tier slime monster. Saves me the trouble of feeding him."
The words were vile. Kevan flinched as if she had struck him. Daulton's wolf ears flattened completely against his skull, his chest heaving with suppressed rage.
[Ding. Animosity Points +50. Threshold not met. ]
It wasn't enough.
Ella's eyes darted to Daulton. Specifically, to the thick, silver-gray wolf tail extending from the base of his spine. It was currently rigid, sticking straight out in pure aggression.
For a wolf beastman, the tail was a point of immense pride and extreme physical sensitivity. Touching it without permission was the ultimate violation of dignity.
Ella didn't think. She just acted.
She let go of Kevan, stepped forward, and reached around Daulton. Her hand clamped down hard on the base of his wolf tail.
Daulton's entire body went rigid. His eyes blew wide open in absolute shock. A strangled, high-pitched yelp tore from his throat.
Ella didn't let go. To maximize the points, she deliberately ran her fingers up the sensitive fur, giving it a firm, mocking squeeze.
The physical overstimulation hit Daulton's nervous system like a freight train. His legs instantly gave out.
He collapsed onto his knees on the hallway floor, his face burning with a heat so intense he felt like he was on fire. Tears of pure, unadulterated humiliation pricked the corners of his eyes. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He was completely paralyzed by the shame.
Kevan stared in horror. This was a new level of psychological torture.
Ella looked down at Daulton and let out a loud, mocking cackle.
"Look at the great wolf warrior," she sneered, her voice echoing down the hall. "I touch your tail and you fall to your knees like a weak little pup. You are pathetic."
A massive cascade of notifications exploded in Ella's vision.
[Ding. Animosity Points +300. Safety threshold exceeded. ]
Ella internally screamed apologies to the boy, but outwardly, she kicked his boot away in disgust.
"Get this embarrassing trash out of my hallway," she ordered Kevan.
Kevan quickly hauled the trembling, paralyzed Daulton to his feet and dragged him away down the corridor.
Ella watched them go, her chest heaving. She stepped back into the guest room and closed the heavy oak door, leaning her forehead against the cool wood. She was exhausted.
She turned around.
The breath left her lungs in a rush.
The towel was gone. Cordaro was sitting up against the headboard. His deep, intelligent eyes were wide open, staring directly at her.
He had heard everything. And he was fully awake.
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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.