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 7
Everyone's gaze followed the direction the voice came from, but it was guided more clearly by the sound of footsteps growing louder as they approached where Alpha Damien stood.
"Oh, Caine, my son, you're here," Alpha Felix said, a smile spreading across his face as he welcomed him.
"Greetings, Alpha Felix," Caine replied as he stepped forward and stood in front of the room.
"How is my Luna?" Caine asked, his tone calm but deliberate, fully aware that his words would ignite Damien's anger.
"She's fine. You came unannounced-hope everything is alright?" Felix asked, his eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion as he waited for Caine's explanation, inwardly hoping he hadn't come for the same reason.
Caine couldn't possibly tell him that he had paid someone within the Night Walker Pack to secretly watch over Ellen day and night, reporting anything unusual to him.
"Alpha, I have come to take my Luna home with me. I mean, we both know she is feeling much better now than before, so please, can you allow her to return to the Coinage Pack with me?" Caine asked confidently, assuming that Felix's earlier approval meant consent. Little did he know Felix had only said those words to get Damien out of his pack.
"No! I said no! None of you is taking my daughter with you. She is going nowhere-do you hear me?" Alpha Felix growled, anger and disappointment evident on his face. He was completely taken aback that Caine had come for the exact same reason.
"But Alpha, I thought we-" Caine began, but he was abruptly cut off.
Damien burst into loud, mocking laughter, the sound echoing through the hallway in a way that made Caine feel belittled.
"I came to take my Luna with me... which Luna? How dare you stand before me and call my mate your Luna? She is not your Luna, and it's either I leave with her or no one does. As you know, I do not share my belongings with anyone, and she belongs to me. I will never share her-not even with my own children, talk more of you!" Damien snapped as he stepped closer to Caine like a wounded lion ready to strike.
"Get one thing into your dumb head-she will never want someone as fragile as you to be her mate," Damien whispered into Caine's ear, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
In an instant, Caine lost control and shifted into his wolf form, lunging towards Damien, who was still in human form. But Damien swiftly stepped back and shifted immediately into his massive black wolf.
They clashed violently, their canines snapping and claws slashing as they fought with raw aggression. The intensity of the fight shook the surroundings. Caine's wolf slashed its claws across Damien's face, but Damien managed to pull back just before the attack could fully tear through his skin.
With a powerful leap, Damien lunged forward, sinking his sharp canines into Caine's face and dragging down towards his neck, following the motion with rapid, brutal claw strikes.
Alpha Felix knew better than to interfere between two enraged wolves. He understood that trying to separate them could easily redirect their fury toward him. Instead, he mind-linked his Beta, instructing him to ring the pack bell.
Moments later, the loud sound of the bell echoed through the pack.
Both wolves froze.
They stopped fighting almost immediately and shifted back into their human forms, breathing heavily, their bodies covered in bruises and minor wounds.
"Now both of you should leave my pack this instant!" Alpha Felix thundered, glaring at the two naked men standing before him, both looking like they had just run a world marathon.
"My Beta will bring clothes for both of you, but before he arrives, get this straight-my daughter is going nowhere as far as both of you are concerned," Felix added firmly before turning and walking into the room where Ellen had been lying, silently watching everything unfold.
Shortly after, his Beta arrived with clothes, which both men wore before finally leaving the pack.
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"Caine, how did it go?" Simon, Caine's father, asked immediately upon seeing him enter the house.
"Dad, I can't believe this happened. I mean, I was the one who helped bring Annabel back to life, yet here I am, fighting Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon Pack over my own mate!" Caine snapped angrily, his frustration spilling over as though his father were responsible.
"What?! You mean to say Felix stood there and watched all of that happen?" Simon asked in shock, standing still as he tried to process what he had just heard.
"Yes, Dad! Yes! Your so-called best friend in the entire universe made me look like a fool in front of that arrogant Alpha!" Caine continued, pacing the room restlessly, his anger evident in every step.
"Don't worry, my son. I will go and speak to him about this, alright? Just calm down," Grand Alpha Charles said, trying to soothe him.
"You better, or else you both won't like what I'll become, and trust me-you won't find it funny, neither will he," Caine warned before storming off to his room, his anger still burning fiercely.
This is the first time in my life I've been rejected in such a humiliating and disrespectful way. Alpha Felix has taken more than he can handle-I will make sure he pays for it. I must have my Luna by my side, Caine thought as he slammed his door shut.
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Alpha Damien stood in his study, his expression dark.
This is the first time in my life that I have ever been turned down in such a disgraceful and embarrassing manner. Alpha Felix has taken more than he can chew... I will help him chew it down. I must have my Luna by my side, Damien thought as he stood up and walked towards the door.
"Hey," he called out to a guard standing nearby.
"Greetings, Al-" the guard began, but Damien cut him off sharply.
"Call Victor now!" he ordered, his voice thunderous.
The guard immediately ran off.
"You called for me, Alpha," Victor said as he entered the office, noticing Damien reviewing some documents.
Damien looked up slowly.
"Victor... I need your help," Alpha Damien said, stepping closer to him, his tone low but dangerous.
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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.
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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.
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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.