“We’re not losing her,” he says quietly. “No,” I agree, and the word feels like a vow settling into place. “We’re not.” The argument inside the house softens into strained silence, punctuated by hurried footsteps and the zip of bags, and when Bella’s scent moves closer to the front door, my heart starts pounding so hard it’s almost painful. I don’t know where she thinks she’s going, but I know one thing with absolute certainty. Wherever it is, we’re not letting her go alone. “She ran because she thought it didn’t matter,” Atticus says, watching the house like it might blink and disappear. “Like last night was just a mistake.” I snort softly. “Yeah,” I say. “And she can keep telling herself that all she wants.” The front door opens, spilling light across the porch, and Bella steps out with a bag slung over her shoulder, her jaw set and her eyes bright with unshed emotion, and for one brief second she looks straight into the dark where we’re standing, like some part of her knows she’s not as alone as she thinks. The door closes behind her with a finality that makes my chest ache, and as she heads down the steps, my grip tightens on the promise already carved into my bones. We’re not crazy. We’re not wrong. And I swear, to the moon and the blood and the bond pulling tight with every breath, that no matter how far she runs or how fast the world tries to rip her away, Atticus and I are not going to lose our mate.

Cheyenne never planned to become Luna. One ceremony. One bond. One irreversible step into a life that was decided long before she understood the cost. Claimed by the Alpha and bound to a pack that feels everything she does, she is thrust into a role built on tradition, obedience, and power she never asked for. The bond with Landon is undeniable, primal, and consuming, but certainty doesn’t equal comfort, and belonging doesn’t feel the way she was promised it would. Inside the packhouse, every choice is watched, every moment felt, and every doubt dangerous. As her wolf settles into strength and the pack closes ranks around her, she must confront the truth she’s been avoiding: destiny doesn’t care about readiness. Caught between pride and entrapment, desire and resistance, she crosses a threshold that can’t be uncrossed, discovering that power may claim her body, but it will have to fight for her soul.

She crossed the border for five minutes of quiet after a brutal day of training, never expecting the forest itself to turn on her, never expecting to wake marked by the enemy Alpha with blood still in her hair and no clear way home. Sasha belongs to a pack that now sees her as a liability, bound by a bond that was never meant to exist and tied to Adam, an Alpha whose restraint is as dangerous as his power. Every shared moment is watched, every step measured, every breath weighed against the risk of war. As councils close in and loyalties fracture, Sasha is forced to choose between being pulled apart to restore order or standing in the space between two packs and daring them to adapt. Intimate, tense, and relentlessly slow-burning, this is a story about survival under scrutiny, love that grows through restraint instead of permission, and a bond that does not ask who it will cost, only who will endure it. When the world is watching, even five minutes of quiet can change everything.

At seventeen, Monroe makes one reckless choice, one night where she lets herself exist without expectation. It costs her everything. Exiled by her Alpha father, abandoned by the man who helped create the life inside her, Monroe is cast into the human world alone, pregnant, and unprotected. She gives birth to twins in a parked car, survives on routine and grit, and builds a fragile life far from pack law, far from hierarchy, far from the wolves who taught her obedience instead of mercy. But bonds don’t disappear just because you run. Years later, Monroe’s control fractures when she scents the one wolf she was never supposed to be tied to. The mate bond doesn’t bring comfort or rescue. It brings inevitability. The man who exiled her. The Alpha who never looked back. The father who is also her mate. Now eighteen, a mother, and no longer willing to be owned by biology or authority, Monroe must navigate a bond that refuses domination, children who rewrite pack law by existing, and a system that has no language for a woman who survives without submitting. This is not a love story about rescue. It’s a story about endurance, motherhood, power without cruelty, and what happens when a woman refuses to be claimed.

I don’t have a single memory of my mother; she died bringing me into this world. But every recollection I do have is scorched with the presence of my father—his fists, his boots, the searing pain of his belt. I wear his anger like a second skin, every bruise branding me as guilty. He is the Alpha of the Crystal River Pack: looming, broad-shouldered, a shadow of terror in every room. For fifteen relentless years, he has looked at me with the same haunted fury—as if I were the executioner who stole his light. Each day he reminds me with flinty eyes and rasping words, "It should’ve been you. Not her. Not my Luna, not the mate who held my soul together. His angel. His heart. And me? I am nothing but the poison that leeched all hope from him—a blight, a curse, bad luck that he needs to crush underfoot."

Coming to this island seemed like a good idea at the time. It meant I wouldn’t have to return home and take care of my parents during my summer vacation while they were too wasted to even get out of bed, except when they needed to find their next fix. So, when my boyfriend, Abel, suggested that I join him to visit his family on the island, I thought it was a great idea. How wrong could I have been?

I looked up and there were triplets with brown hair, clean shaven and really tall with big muscles standing at the door. Izzy stopped talking to her friends and she ran up and hugged one of the triplets, who hugged her back. But it was brief. That triplet pushed her away and all three of them looked at me at the exact same time, almost mechanically. And they fixed their eyes on me and wouldn’t stop staring.

After being rejected by her fated mate, Lila leaves her pack to reclaim her autonomy, believing distance is the only way to survive the bond that once defined her. But fate does not dissolve so easily. When Derek, the Alpha who hurt her through control rather than cruelty, nearly dies in a brutal ambush, everything fractures. Derek survives and makes an irreversible choice: he steps down permanently, relinquishing power rather than risk harming her again. What follows is not a reunion fueled by destiny, but a slow, dangerous recalibration. No claims and no promises and no shortcuts. As the pack watches, rumors simmer, and old structures crumble, Lila and Derek are forced to confront a harder question than love or fate: Who are they without power, without obligation, and without the bond deciding for them? This is not a story about redemption through dominance. It is a story about restraint, consent, and choosing each other only if the choice is freely made.

When Sage was entrusted to the care of an Alpha and his Luna at just six years old, she could never have imagined the storm of emotions that awaited her. She didn’t know that she would grow up in a world where love was both a shield and a weapon—where the people around her would move mountains to keep her safe, even if it meant shattering her heart in the process. She didn’t know that the boy she would fall for, the one who would make her pulse race and her soul feel whole, might one day become the very reason she had to learn the cruelest lesson of all: that letting go can sometimes be the deepest act of love.

**TRIGGER WARNING** Book contains attempted sexual assault, references to sexual assault, assault, and explicit sex scenes. As soon as I walked inside my house, I went into the living room to see my father, my mother, and my older brother standing there waiting for me. All of them with their arms crossed and pursed lips. Instantly, my stomach leapt into my chest, knowing what was in store for me just by coming home to these people. So, I opened the door to the basement, and when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw the chains hanging from the ceiling, causing my breath to hitch in my throat and butterflies to rise in my stomach. Just another day in the house of horrors for me. Perhaps one day I will be saved, but I don't see it happening anytime soon. Not if they have anything to say about it.

When Madison is brought back to her home pack after a ruthless Alpha has taken it over, she never imagined her life would change in so many ways. From discovering the truth about her parentage to uncovering her purpose in life. And where her loyalties lie.

Amberly was living the life that every she-wolf would dream of. Until she one day discovers that the Alpha Devil is hunting her and her alone. With numerous attempts and people getting hurt, Amberly, the daughter of the head warrior knows that she needs to do something drastic in order to protect the ones that she loves.

“Are you coming to my room tonight?” Bellamy laid on the bed with his hand holding up his head. “No she’s coming with me” A hand on her shoulder pulled her into a firm chest. Raven turned around and it was Zeke. Raven was stuck between these two incredibly delicious Alpha’s. Their hands all over her, wanting her like no one has wanted her before. She felt like she escaped one prison of torture by her father, only to be thrown into another prison between her two Alpha mates.

She was born an Omega. The pack decided that meant quiet, disposable, safe to overlook. They were wrong. Bound by fate to four wolves who were never meant to share a mate, she becomes the fracture point in a system built on control. Each bond pulls at her in a different direction. Power. Loyalty. Rage. Devotion. And none of them come without a cost. The pack wants her compliant. The council wants her contained. Her mates want answers she isn’t sure she has. As secrets surface and the truth about Omegas threatens to tear the hierarchy apart, she’s forced to choose between surviving the world as it is or breaking it wide open and living with the consequences.

I opened the bathroom door and just as I looked inside, I noticed all the steam billowing out, which I thought was really odd. When I looked up I saw Blaze was just getting out of the shower and he was reaching for a towel when he saw me standing there. I froze where I was and so did Blaze, but just for a moment. He turned his full gaze on me and smirked at me, seeing the embarrassment on my face. "See something you like?" He asked.

Elena Hart thought testifying against her abusive ex, billionaire heir Adrian Grey, would finally set her free. Instead, she becomes the target of his older brother Damian — a man made of ice, power, and vengeance. Determined to avenge his family’s ruined reputation, Damian dismantles Elena’s world piece by piece… until the truth shatters everything he thought he knew. When Adrian escapes prison, the real nightmare begins. Elena becomes the bait. Damian becomes the obsession. And in the shadows of a dangerous psychological game, hatred twists into something far more volatile. As Adrian hunts them, Damian and Elena are forced into an alliance built on fear, fire, and unexpected desire. But survival comes at a cost, and both must confront the past that broke them — or be destroyed by the man who refuses to let either of them go.

They call her the Rogue Queen. A girl with no wolf. A curse in skin. A threat powerful enough to unite every pack against her. For months, rogue wolves have abandoned raids and fallen into eerie obedience under a mysterious leader who lives far beyond the borders. Whispers travel faster than scent trails. Alpha councils panic. A rogue empire is rising, and its Queen has no wolf form, no lineage, and no right to power. But the rumors are wrong. She has no wolf because it was sealed away at birth. Not for weakness. For protection. Her soul carries a celestial signal that belongs to a predator far older than any moon goddess. Opening the seal would bring it back. Keeping it closed has cost her everything. When Alpha Kael Thorn is ordered to infiltrate the rogue territory and kill her, he expects a monster. Instead, he finds a girl who is holding back a nightmare that would devour the world. His wolf recognizes her before he does. His instincts betray him. His loyalty burns. She is his mate. As their bond awakens, the seal begins to crack. The celestial predator stirs. The moon grows sicker with every night that passes, twisting wolves into violent frenzies. The only way to stop what is coming is to unleash the very power she has spent her life hiding. If she frees her wolf, she destroys her world. If she keeps it bound, she loses her mate. And if the predator reaches her, everything collapses. Some queens rise by birthright. Others by bloodshed. This one rises by choice.

Lainey spent years surviving the Program, a place that turns young wolves into weapons. She escaped, but the Program never stopped hunting her. Now they have a new tactic. Override her mind. Drag her back. Break her for good. The last thing she needs is to land in a pack that smells like politics, secrets, and twin Alpha heirs who do not understand the meaning of personal space. Jack is intensity wrapped in sharp edges. Beau is warmth with a dangerous center. Together they are a problem. A distraction. A pull she refuses to acknowledge. Their wolves recognize her instantly. Their instincts lock onto her. Their touch steadies the storms inside her. And she hates how much she needs that. When the Program launches a Protocol Sweep, Lainey becomes the primary target. The twins refuse to let her face it alone. The pack fears her. The elders want to exile her. The handlers want to claim her. But Lainey is done running. Her wolf is waking. Her power is changing. And if the Program thinks she will bow again, they have no idea who they just provoked. Because this time, she is not fighting alone.

The night Margot Hayes finds her mother dead, the whole world tilts out of place. Wolves are vanishing. Silver ash stains the snow. And something ancient is whispering her name from the trees. Everyone keeps calling it a curse. Margot calls it a nightmare that refuses to stay dead. When the new Alpha, Nathan Kingsley, returns to the pack, he brings answers she never wanted and a bond she never asked for. Their connection crackles like static under her skin, dangerous and too bright, pulling her toward him even as everything in her screams to run. But the mark on her palm has awakened, and now the boundary stones flare when she walks near. The forest reacts to her. The corruption follows her. And a man made of moonlight appears at the edge of her vision, smiling like he has been waiting centuries for her to be born. Her mother died keeping secrets. Margot intends to break every one of them open. As the curse deepens and wolves turn to stone, Margot must confront the truth she was never meant to find. She is the last descendant of the Silver Line, a bloodline once powerful enough to bind the Moon itself. And now the entity hunting her wants what her mother protected with her life. Margot is not ready for destiny. She is not ready for a bond that could destroy her. And she is definitely not ready for the monster who knows exactly who she is. But ready or not, she has been chosen. And the Moon does not take no for an answer.

Ayla has always hated Christmas. The lights, the cheer, the forced warmth. Every December drags her back into memories she cannot outrun, and this year her mother’s death date sits like a shadow in the middle of the celebrations. But grief is not the only thing closing in. Something far darker is stirring. Rogues are gathering at the borders, moving with a purpose wolves should not have. Frost messages appear on her window. Blood symbols follow her steps. And every encounter carries the same chilling truth. They want the Alpha heir. They want Ayla. Her wolf is awakening far too early, power rising in her veins like a storm. Elders whisper prophecies they once hid. Her father tries to cage her for her own safety. And the splinter Alpha hunting her seems to know things about her mother that no outsider should. The only person she can trust is the one she never should have loved. Ronan, the pack’s Beta. Her mate. Her protector. Her undoing. Their bond burns through every attempt to hide it, drawing them together even as danger sharpens around them. Ronan will fight the entire world to keep her alive. Ayla refuses to be protected into silence. And the pack watches with growing suspicion as the threat creeps closer. As Christmas lights shimmer across the snow and the valley fills with shadows, Ayla must face the truth buried in her mother’s legacy. Because this year, Christmas brings no peace. It brings war. And Ayla’s rising power may be the key to saving her pack… or the spark that destroys it.

Being the only know quintuplets in werewolf history is one thing...but being the only girl in those quintuplets can be even worse. But when Kaia finds out she's bonded to the moon through a historical bloodline and because of that bond, she's not allowed to fall in love otherwise it will fracture the bond and cause it break sending the whole world into chaos, what is a teenage girl supposed to do? The Alpha's son Talon knowing these rules, plans to break each and every one of them to get the girl that he wants. So, is he going to destroy the world or get himself killed for the woman that he loves, or is he going to walk away and let her do what the moon and the lineage of Moon Priestess' have asked of her. More importantly, what is Kaia going to do knowing that the world rests in her hands. And her once protective older brothers start turning on her because they think she's gone forever...replaced by someone or something else?

*****TRIGGER WARNING******** BOOK CONTAINS CHILD SEXUAL ASSAULT “Mine” The dangerous and menacing voice demanded in front of everyone in the room. Right after I was promised to the brutal warrior of our pack by my father. Everyone looked in that direction and there was a man standing there that I had never noticed before. He would have been in his early 20's, brown hair to his shoulders, a brown goatee, 6-foot 6 at least and very defined muscles that were now tense as his intense gaze was staring directly at me and Mason. Just when I thought my only way out is to leave when I turned eighteen, he just showed up like that in the party and take me away for the living hell I was in.

He put his finger under my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Why won’t you look at me?” He asked. “I don’t know.” I stuttered out. My heart was racing and my breath was getting caught in my throat. He grabbed me by the hand and he pulled me up so I was standing in front of him. He leaned forward and used his hand to brush a bit of my hair out of my face as he stared into my eyes. He then pulled me closer to him so we were chest to chest. I could feel his warm breath on my face and he leaned down, using one of his hands to force my face up to meet his. As our lips slowly met, it almost felt like fireworks erupting.

“What do you want from me?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling as the reality of my situation settled in around me like a heavy fog. “You know exactly what I want. Get on your knees, trash.” He growled, starting to unzip his jeans. “Please, don’t.” I pleaded. “You’re going to do me and then Joseph and Mason and Julian. Now get on your fucking knees.” He demanded, pulling me downwards by my hair until I was on my knees.