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 2
"Who is that?" Alpha Damien asked the man who had just entered the room.
"Micheal is gradually walking into our trap," his Gamma replied as he stepped forward.
"Okay, you and Van should go to the houses that didn't burn completely, get the people inside, and come-let's head back to the Blue Moon Pack, fast!" Damien ordered, his voice sharp and commanding, and his men immediately moved out.
"Move! I said move faster!" someone shouted at the people who were lined up in a queue, bound tightly with heavy chains.
"What are you looking at?" one of the guards asked Ellen, noticing her full attention was fixed on a pregnant she-wolf who was wincing in pain as though she was in labor.
"Nothing, I was looking at the tall trees, so..." Ellen tried to explain herself, but instead of listening, the man raised his elbow. Being only seventeen and not very tall, his elbow landed hard on her head, and she cried out loudly.
"Ahhhhh-ahhhhh!" Ellen screamed at the top of her voice, drawing everyone's attention to herself.
When Alpha Damien approached the scene because of the noise she caused, he froze for a moment, unable to believe what he was seeing as his wolf stirred violently within him.
'Mate! Mate!' his wolf echoed excitedly, urging him forward.
"You? My mate? Never!" Alpha Damien snapped, his face twisting in fury as he turned and stormed off.
'How can my mate be an Omega? And that too, a girl who looks so dirty? I can't be mated to an Omega. I, Alpha Damien, can never make an Omega my Luna,' he thought bitterly as he entered his car, and the driver sped off immediately.
Alpha Damien was known as an arrogant, proud, and cold-blooded Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. He found pleasure in the pain of others, following in his father's footsteps of killing without reason. He kept everyone at arm's length and avoided any form of emotional attachment.
Ellen felt her heart shatter when she heard his words. She didn't understand why, but the pain felt like a dagger piercing straight through her chest. She only hoped it didn't mean he had rejected her, because if he had, she might never have a mate again. Then again, she hadn't even shifted yet-if she ever would.
"Alpha, we just caught him," Victor said as Damien entered his study, where he had been contemplating whether or not to reject his mate.
"Okay, take me to him," Damien replied as he rose from his swivel chair.
••••
"Micheal, your father thought he could hide you from me after he murdered my parents and sister, right? I don't understand why a murderer would never want to experience what it feels like to die or to lose someone," Alpha Damien said coldly to the man tied to the chair, his hands bound behind it and his legs secured as well.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure my father didn't kill anyone. He said that when he was in the room with your sister, then-" Micheal tried to explain, but Damien cut him off.
"Victor, finish him in a more painful way and dispose of everything-out of the pack," Alpha Damien ordered before turning his back and walking out without another glance.
He made his way to the Omega chamber, where he had instructed his Gamma to keep the captured members of the other pack.
"Greetings, Alpha," multiple voices echoed as they bowed their heads, but he ignored them completely.
He stopped when he reached Ellen, who had her head bent as she washed the dishes.
"Greetings, Alpha," a new friend Ellen had just met said, and Ellen immediately lifted her head to look at him.
He furrowed his brows slightly when Ellen's lips moved as though she wanted to speak, but his voice cut over hers.
"What is your name?" he asked, his tone unnecessarily loud.
"It's Ellen," she replied, her voice trembling. At that moment, she didn't want him to be her mate anymore-if she was already this afraid of him as an Alpha, what would happen if he accepted her?
"By tomorrow at this time, come to the Pack ceremonial stage," he said before turning his back and walking out of the Omega hall.
Ellen chose not to speak about the encounter with Damien, avoiding the topic as much as she could.
"Hey... Ellen," Victor called in a low tone when he saw her leaving the hall after serving food to the pack members. Before she could react, he grabbed her hand forcefully and dragged her toward a dark corner.
"Leave me alone! Where are you taking me?" Ellen shouted, struggling to free herself, but his grip was far too strong.
"Ellen, be quiet, I don't bite," Victor whispered as he pressed closer, trailing unwanted kisses along her neck.
Ellen screamed for help, but the area was deserted-no one passed by, no one heard her.
Summoning what strength she had, she raised her knee and drove it hard into his crotch. He groaned in pain and released her immediately.
She didn't wait-she ran.
She ran straight back to the Omega hall, only slowing down when she reached her mattress, collapsing onto it as she struggled to steady her breathing.
••••
"Alpha, we found out who his daughter is," Zach said as he entered Damien's study.
"Who is she? Do you have a picture of her?" Damien asked immediately, his interest piqued.
Zach handed him a photograph.
"Are you sure this is her?" Damien asked as he examined it closely.
"Yes, Alpha. According to my investigation, she is his daughter," Zach replied confidently.
A slow smile crept onto Damien's lips as he gently caressed the picture.
•••
Ellen was more than nervous as she walked toward the ceremonial stage, uncertain of what the outcome would be.
As she stepped out of the Omega hall, she was shocked to see that the entire pack had gathered, waiting for the Alpha to address them.
Her heart pounded rapidly when she saw Damien walk onto the stage, and everyone bowed in respect.
After delivering a brief speech, his gaze scanned the crowd until it landed on her. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he gestured for her to join him.
With trembling legs, Ellen made her way to the stage and stood beside him.
"This is my mate, Ellen," he announced, and the crowd erupted into applause.
When the clapping finally died down, he turned to her, staring directly into her dark green eyes.
'I can't have anything to do with my enemy's daughter,' he thought coldly.
"I, Alpha Damien, hereby reject you as my mate," he declared.
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Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
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
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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?
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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.