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 4
THREE YEARS LATER...
"Simon, it's been close to six months since my daughter has been on this sick bed, lying lifeless," Alpha Felix said to his friend, his voice heavy with pain as he struggled to keep himself composed.
"Felix, calm down. What did you say happened to her again?" Simon asked, gently patting his shoulders in an attempt to console him.
"She went swimming in a strange river, and then someone shot her with a poisoned arrow and fled immediately. When he was caught by her bodyguards, he refused to talk, insisting that no one sent him, and then I killed him with my own bare hands, albeit that didn't bring her back to life, but I had to do that-she's my only heiress after all. I have no one else except her," Alpha Felix explained, his tone laced with grief and helplessness.
"Don't worry, she will be fine," Simon said reassuringly, though his expression turned thoughtful as he touched his temples, clearly debating something in his mind.
"Do you know that my son studied Medicine and Surgery in the human world before I handed over the Alpha title to him? That had always been his dream since his mother died of an unknown illness, so I think he can help your daughter," Simon added, a proud smile spreading across his face.
"Really? Oh, Simon, you're truly a friend indeed. I don't know how best to thank you," Felix responded, grabbing Simon's hands tightly, hope flickering in his eyes for the first time in months.
"Don't worry, what are friends for if I can't do this little thing for you?" Simon replied warmly, returning the smile.
"So when will he come over to my pack? I want to use this opportunity to see him. You know, the last time I saw him, he was just a little boy," Felix inquired, chuckling softly as memories of the past resurfaced.
"Yes, he will be here unfailingly by tomorrow. Expect his presence in your pack," Simon replied as he stood up from the edge of the bed, clearly preparing to leave.
"Thank you so much," Alpha Felix said as he pulled Simon into a warm embrace.
Alpha Felix was the Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He had lost his son in a bloody war between his pack and another rival pack, a loss that shattered him deeply. Just when he thought all hope was gone, fate blessed him again-his Luna conceived and gave birth to a daughter, Annabel, whom he loved beyond words. However, her birth came at a painful cost-it took away the life of his beloved mate. Despite that, it never stopped him from loving Annabel with everything he had.
He loved her so deeply that her pain became his pain, her joy his joy, and her laughter alone was enough to light up his entire world. She was brighter than the sun itself to him. He refused to bring another woman into their lives, unwilling to share her love with anyone. He wanted her all to himself. He raised her with his own hands, guiding her through every stage of her life.
She completed him. She filled the emptiness left behind by his mate. If she had left him too, just like her mother did, his life would have been completely void and meaningless. If there was one thing he constantly thanked the goddess for, it was for bringing Annabel into his life. She was his everything-his all in all.
He shook his head lightly, as if trying to shake away the painful thoughts that always flooded his mind whenever he saw his daughter lying in that vegetative state. He took her right hand into his and gently caressed the back of her palm before lowering his head to place a soft kiss on it.
"My darling, my love, my all in all, my sweet little daughter, please hang in there-for your father's sake at least. Don't give up. Keep fighting, and trust me, I will do everything in my power to bring you out of this. Just trust me like you always have. I promise to get you out of this, okay? Remember this-your father loves you and will always love you, no matter what happens," Alpha Felix said, his voice trembling as he placed gentle kisses on both her cheeks before finally forcing himself to walk out of the room and into his study.
His life had been nothing but empty and monotonous ever since she became unconscious. Nothing felt the same anymore. His world had grown silent, lonely, constantly reminding him of the missing piece of his heart.
The next day, a loud knock on his study door pulled him out of his thoughts. He stood up and walked towards the door, opening it to find his Beta and Gamma standing there with a young man behind them.
"Greetings, Alpha. You mentioned you were expecting Alpha Simon's son, so we didn't seek permission before allowing him in," his Beta, Daniel, explained respectfully.
"Oh... my son, Caine, is this you?" Alpha Felix asked as he stepped forward, pulling him into a brief embrace.
"Greetings, Alpha. It's been a long time," Caine replied with a slight smile on his lips.
Felix returned the smile and gestured for him to come in. "Please, make yourself comfortable. This is your home as well," he said before stepping out momentarily.
Caine looked around the house, quietly admiring the elegant décor, the detailed paintings on the walls, and the overall grandeur of the space.
He was brought back to reality when a maid walked into the living room, heading straight to the dining area where she placed a tray on the table.
"Alpha, your meal is ready," she said, bowing her head so low that Caine felt the need to respond.
"You can go," he said immediately, and only then did she raise her head before quietly leaving the room.
"Alpha, according to what my father told me, your daughter was poisoned with an arrow, right?" Caine asked as they both walked towards Annabel's room.
"Yes... she was," Felix replied in a low tone.
The moment they stepped into the room-
'Mate! Mate! Mate!' Caine's wolf roared instantly the second his eyes fell on Annabel's unconscious body.
Caine couldn't explain the overwhelming surge of emotions that hit him at once. Joy, disbelief, relief-his mate... he had finally found his mate.
Without hesitation, he walked towards her and gently took her hand into his, his thumb softly caressing the back of her palm, and as if by magic-
Her eyes fluttered open.
She blinked slowly, her gaze wandering around the room before finally settling on the hand holding hers.
"Where am I?" she asked softly, her voice weak yet clear as she looked directly at Caine.
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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
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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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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.
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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.
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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.