Two Mates For The Reborn Luna
Ellen had the worst day of her life on a bright Friday morning when the Blue Moon Pack attacked their pack on the basis of something she knew she was innocent of.
A large number of people were killed, and those who survived were taken in as Omegas by the Blue Moon Pack.
And in the Blue Moon Pack, her suffering began visibly and intensely.
On one occasion, Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon Pack sensed that Ellen was his mate, but because she was an Omega, he rejected her instantly.
The Alpha's Beta accused her of stealing, and an order was passed by the Alpha to bury her alive.
While at the bridge of death, she vowed to deal with the Blue Moon Pack if she were ever given a chance at life again.
After three years, she was reborn as Annabel, the only daughter of Alpha Felix of the Night Walker Pack.
What will happen when she is then mated to the same Alpha who rejected her and who also gave the order to bury her alive, while she is also mated to Alpha Caine of Coinage Pack?
Will she still seek revenge on Alpha Damien for his wickedness?
Who will she choose: the cold-blooded Alpha Damien or the kind-hearted Alpha Caine?
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Chapter 1
Ellen furrowed her brows as she walked toward the training area. She truly hated training with the other wolves, as most of them were pure-blooded, and she always felt awkward running in her human form alongside the pure she-wolves.
"Ahhhhh... ah... h..."
The heavy crash of something large hitting the ground snapped her out of her daze, dragging her back to reality.
"What just fell?" she asked, not directing the question to anyone in particular. She turned her head but saw nothing, so she slowly faced forward again and fixed her gaze on the path ahead.
Soon, flames engulfed the entire surroundings, and her breath hitched as she turned sharply behind her and saw that the pack houses were burning.
"Mom! Dad!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she bolted toward her home. Maybe the fire hadn't reached inside yet, maybe her parents were still safe, or perhaps they were even searching for her. All these questions stormed her mind, yet none had answers.
She ran with everything she had until she suddenly halted when she saw two silhouettes standing along the narrow path that led to her house. She couldn't tell if they were men or women, but she was certain they were two in number. Slowly and cautiously, she pressed herself against the wall beside them and crept closer, lowering herself into a squat to catch a glimpse of what they were saying.
To her surprise, the moment she squatted, the two figures split and went in separate directions, as though they had sensed her presence.
Her heart pounded violently, and she was about to stand when she heard the heavy footsteps of running wolves. When she looked at them, they didn't feel like pack warriors to her-they felt like strangers. Dangerous strangers.
She watched them run past and disappear into the distance before slowly rising to her feet again. Fear, unease, and disquiet settled deep within her chest as the anguished wailing of omegas echoed through the air.
She felt that same agony might become hers if she continued heading home, but on second thought, she knew that if she left the pack without knowing whether her parents were alive, she would live forever with guilt, pain, and regret.
"Alpha, I have bad news."
A man's voice cut through the chaos, freezing her in her tracks. She quickly looked around for somewhere to hide and finally spotted a trash can that could conceal her. She slipped behind it and crouched low as she listened.
"What news? Speak," the Alpha said in a sharp, commanding tone that made Ellen shiver.
"I discovered that we don't only have Micheal to deal with. There's someone else," the man replied.
"And who might that be?" the Alpha asked, his voice rising slightly.
"I found out he has a daughter, one he's been hiding from everyone-even his own pack doesn't know about her."
"The girl... where is she?" the Alpha asked, his tone now calm but dangerous.
"I believe she's among the omegas in his pack, or perhaps hidden wherever his son was sent."
"Alpha Damien, I think they've got support," the Beta mind-linked to him.
"Zach, you may leave. I'll call you when we're done," the Alpha said. Without waiting for a reply, the man ran off, shifting into his wolf mid-motion. Moments later, the other followed in a different direction.
Ellen remained still for a few seconds before standing up and running again, faster than before. She had to reach her parents before the fire consumed everything.
Her mom... her dad...
She suddenly halted again as realization struck her-her little brother had gone to the Alpha's mansion that morning. Without hesitation, she turned and sprinted in the opposite direction toward the Alpha's mansion, the only building untouched by flames.
She walked past the gate, surprised to see no guards present. With determination, she approached the house, slowing down when she heard the clear sobbing of a child.
"Where is Micheal?" a man demanded.
"I-I don't know! I'm telling the truth! He just asked me to read some books from his library, then he left! I also-"
A loud slap echoed, cutting him off. The sound was harsh, landing across both cheeks, and Ellen's body trembled. The voice sounded like her brother's, but she refused to believe it.
It couldn't be him.
"Tell me the truth. Where is Micheal?" the man asked again.
"I don't know! It was when my sister Ellen-"
His words were abruptly cut off as loud, agonizing screams filled the room. Then, suddenly, silence followed by a heavy thud. After that, nothing.
Hot tears streamed down Ellen's face. Her little brother... her innocent little boy who didn't even understand what war was. He didn't know his offense, yet he died for someone else.
"Ellen, I'll be Beta when I turn eighteen."
His voice echoed in her mind.
"Ellen, I love you. You're the best sister in the world."
She hugged her knees tightly as if holding onto him.
"It was my sister Ellen..."
Those were his last words.
A sharp, unbearable pain tore through her chest.
The click of a door snapped her back to reality. She should have run when she had the chance, but she didn't. She saw a man dragging something across the floor, and when she looked closer, her breath stopped.
It was a body.
A child's body.
Her brother.
A broken cry escaped her lips, alerting the men, who immediately turned to locate the source of the sound. She didn't wait for them to find her-she ran. Faster than she ever had before.
She ran for her life.
She couldn't end up like her brother. Her parents needed her.
As soon as she reached her house, she rushed inside, but before she could shut the door, the men chasing her were already inside.
She heard a weak, painful groan from an inner room and was about to ignore it when one of them grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed.
Then she saw them.
Her parents lay in pools of blood.
"Mom! Dad!"
Her voice shattered as she looked up and saw a man standing behind them, his body drenched in blood.
"Alpha, I think he's falling into the trap," someone said from the doorway.
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Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
9.5
As a highborn succubus, I somehow managed to starve myself to death-thanks to my obsessive cleanliness and ridiculously picky appetite.
When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into Vivian Hartwell-the long-lost "real" daughter with a tragically cursed fate.
I had barely been taken back into the Hartwell family before they forced me to attend a so-called "death matchmaking" event in Kingsford-on behalf of Natalie Hartwell, the fake heiress-to meet Damian Blackwood, the infamous "living reaper."
Rumor had it Damian was brutal and bloodthirsty-every woman who'd ever been involved with him either ended up dead or driven insane.
At the event, over a hundred socialites were trembling on their knees, silently praying they wouldn't be the one chosen.
Just as Damian let out a cold smirk and reached to pick his unlucky victim, I took a deep breath from the back of the crowd.
The scent emanating from him was a rare, potent masculine essence-something encountered perhaps once in ten millennia.
For a painfully picky succubus like me, this was nothing short of salvation.
I kicked aside the girl blocking my way, my eyes practically glowing as I threw both hands up. "Pick me! Hurry, pick me!"
7.4
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.
8.1
Pretty Devil
8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
7.9
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.