The Wolf Who Loved Too Late
I, Helena Carmichael, endured three miserable years bound to General Grant Morgan, who favored Delilah, the she-wolf he cherished. Though I managed his estate and even saved Luna Isabella, Grant ignored me, letting Delilah steal my belongings and blame me for her faults. After securing a bond-breaking scroll, I escaped to my family's estate.
There, I met Adrian Royce, who valued my intellect and kindness. When Delilah sent assassins, Adrian saved me, getting wounded. Despite Grant's schemes to frame Adrian for treason, I exposed Grant's collusion with Belvaria.
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Chapter 3
I stared at Grant, stunned. "I didn't do anything."
"Don't lie!" His knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists.
"Where's the antidote?"
"I told you, I didn't-"
"Guards!" Grant cut me off, his voice a sharp command.
"Drag her out and make her kneel in the snow! She stays there until she tells the truth!"
Two burly servants rushed in, grabbing my arms and hauling me outside. The winter wind sliced through my thin clothes like a blade.
"Grant, I swear I didn't-" I struggled, my voice breaking, but the servants forced me to my knees in the snow. The icy flakes soaked through my skirt, clinging to my skin, the cold wrapping around me like a venomous snake.
Grant loomed over me, his eyes hard with suspicion. "The antidote."
My teeth chattered, but I shook my head. "I didn't poison her."
"You'll talk when you're ready to face the truth." He turned to leave. "Kneel there until you do."
The wind howled, snow stinging my face.
At first, I gritted my teeth and held on, but as hours dragged by, my limbs went numb, my fingers purple from the cold. The sun sank, then rose again.
Delilah still hadn't woken, and I'd been kneeling in the frozen yard for a full day and night.
Nora couldn't take it anymore.
She fell to her knees, sobbing as she begged Grant. "Please, General! Let Helena up! She'll die out here!"
Grant stood on the veranda, his gaze icy.
"If she'd confess, she'd have spoken by now."
I forced my eyes up, catching one last glimpse of him snapping a red plum blossom from a branch, hurrying off to comfort Delilah. My vision blurred, the snow and wind swallowing everything as my battered heart finally shattered.
When I came to, every bone in my body ached like it'd been crushed.
Nora was crying, dabbing salve on my frostbitten skin.
"Helena. you're awake."
"How's Delilah?" My voice rasped, barely audible.
"She's fine!" Nora trembled with rage.
"Grant waited until she woke up before letting anyone bring you inside or call a healer!"
She wiped her tears.
"You're Argentum Town's brightest she-wolf, Helena. So many wolves would've killed to be your mate. Why do they get to treat you like this?"
I closed my eyes.
The dull ache in my chest had gone numb, like a piece of me had been carved out, leaving nothing but a hollow space where the wind howled.
For days, I kept to my courtyard, shutting out the world.
The sounds of footsteps and laughter beyond my gate felt like they belonged to another life. I spent hours lying on my cot, staring at the ceiling beams, barely touching the food Nora brought.
Until-
"Helena, Grant's here."
Nora's voice came from the outer room.
I sat up slowly.
Grant stood in the doorway, tall and unyielding as ever.
He glanced at me, his tone flat.
"Let's put this behind us. Don't go after Delilah again. Keep doing your duty as the estate's she-wolf, and tomorrow, you're coming with me to Beta Edric Royce's birthday feast."
I lowered my eyes. "Yes."
On the carriage ride to the feast, Grant sat next to Delilah, passing her a hand warmer, then a heated cloth to wipe her hands.
"Grant, I can manage." she cooed, leaning closer to him.
I stared out the window at the falling snow, like I was in a different world altogether.
Beta Edric's banquet hall sparkled with gold and crystal, packed with guests.
The moment Grant walked in, a crowd of young wolves swarmed him, trading pleasantries. Delilah clung to his side, their closeness obvious, his attention entirely on her. He didn't spare me a single glance.
I watched them quietly, my face blank.
I'd grown used to this-used to the pitying looks from the crowd, used to the sting of being invisible.
"The Morgan pack will now present their gift!" the steward announced, drawing every eye in the hall.
Edric's face lit up as he took the ornate box from a servant, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. But when he opened it, his warm smile froze, his expression darkening to something grim and terrifying. "Who prepared this?"
Curious guests craned their necks.
Inside the box was a headless statue of a longevity deity, the jagged break at its neck stark and eerie.
On a birthday, a gift like this was no less than a curse of early death.
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That lie shattered when I saw him abandon a ten-billion-dollar merger to kneel on a dirty police station floor and tie his mistress's shoelace.
His cruelty escalated. He had me dragged from a surgical table to cook for her. He let her destroy my life's work, then held me down as she sliced my hands with the broken marble.
To appease her, he forced me to pick up broken glass from a pool with my bare hands, my blood clouding the water as the party guests watched in silence.
He wasn't incapable of love. He was just incapable of loving me.
But in her final act of humiliation, his mistress made a fatal mistake. Thinking she was signing a document to get rid of me, she used his legally binding personal seal and stamped our divorce papers. She thought she was ending me; instead, she set me free.
9.1
I was the secret girlfriend of rising political star Kellen Jefferson, and the sacrifice he made thirty-eight times to appease his manipulative sister, Cherrelle.
Her cruelty escalated from ruining my career to pushing me off a stage, breaking my wrist. Kellen covered it up.
He chose her again when she pushed me down a flight of stairs, covering up the attempted murder. He chose her when he publicly kissed her after she framed me for stalking.
But the moment that truly killed my love was when I was abducted. I called him, begging for help. He never answered.
Later, I saw the video: he watched my call come in and, at his sister' s urging, let it go to voicemail. He abandoned me to die.
After escaping with my life, I disappeared.
Two years later, he saw my face on the cover of a magazine-a celebrated artist with a new life and a new love. And he finally understood what he had lost.
9.6
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
****
There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
9.0
Sometimes you have to lose your way in the wild to find exactly where you belong.
Christina thought she knew what love looked like. It looked like three years in Vancouver with Andrew, a life of polished surfaces, carefully curated social circles, and a love that felt more like a debt than a gift. But when a single message on Andrew's phone shatters the glass house she's been living in, Christina realizes she doesn't just need a break; she needs to be found.
Seeking the "forced presence" that only the wilderness can demand, Christina flees to the rugged mountains of Whistler, British Columbia. Between the ancient cedars and the unforgiving granite peaks, she meets Liam, a man who belongs to the mountains and understands the silence she's been craving.
As they navigate the treacherous trails together, Liam offers Christina something Andrew never could: the space to be strong. But healing isn't a straight path. When the shadows of her past follow her into the mist, Christina is forced to decide: is she just a "mountain dream" for Liam, or is he the True North she's been searching for?
When Andrew reappears with a desperate plea and a web of manipulation, he threatens to pull her back into the gray noise of her old life. To survive, Christina must face a storm more dangerous than any mountain tempest. She will have to choose between the safety of the man who knows her past and the courage of the man who believes in her future.
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9.2
Nyra Hearthe is a brilliant scientist, forced into an arranged marriage to the fierce Vampire lord Ardonis Stepanov. The vampire just wants her as a breeding vessel to get an heir and on their wedding-night, he took her virginity in the most humiliating way. Ardonis and his mistress Elara, plan to take the child away from Nyra when its born and divorce her.
She learns about their plot when she catches them in bed together. Pregnant and heartbroken, she vanished without a trace.
And now she's back.
As his new boss and the only scientist who can cure his deadly vampire illness that has infected him. He has just six months to live now.
He needs her cure to survive. She needs his body to complete her research. And this time, he is at her mercy. Their son stands between them, a living reminder of the day she walked away.
In the lab, power shifts and new desires surface, will Nyra save the man who broke her? Or make him suffer as she once did?
8.9
Trigger and Content Warning
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences
(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes cheating, revenge sex, explicit BDSM dynamics, toxic family relationships,
possessive and obsessive behavior, strong language, and occasional violence.a
This is not a fluffy romance. It is filthy, messy, and deliciously dark.
*
Freya thought the worst thing in life was losing herself... until she discovered she had
already lost her marriage too.
And just when her world collapses, he walks in.
Steve Hayes.
The new man in town with the body of a fighter.
He wants her.
Not softly. Not politely.
Obsessively. Possessively. Completely.
Freya doesn't trust herself anymore, let alone a man like him. But Steve doesn't care
about what she thinks she deserves. He cares about one thing: her. And he will tear
through anything, or anyone, that stands in his way.
**
"You're crying?" he growled, and something dormant inside Freya woke up snarling.
She is done being the forgiving wife.
She is done apologizing for her curves, her stretch marks, her softness.
And she is dangerously, deliciously tempted to let this beautiful tattooed stranger
ruin her in all the ways her husband never bothered to.
**
Freya is shattered by Mark.
Tempted by Steve.
And this time... she won't break alone.