My heart fluttered in my ribcage, as the Faron triplets came to full view. The Moon goddess had granted one of my wishes. They were my fated mates!Now, I wouldn't be a secret anymore. They'd claim me as their mate in front of the entire Mooncrest pack. The Faron triplets were devastatingly handsome. But at this moment, they looked ethereal. Dressed in a three piece custom made suit, with their hair neatly styled, they looked like they'd just been brought straight out of a magazine. I couldn't hold back the excitement that sizzled in my bones. The entire hall fell into a round of silence, if I listened intently, I could pick out a moth breathing. “You three are my mates,” I said, my voice heavy with excitement. Noah's face was clouded in a deep scowl. Logan let out a low growl. And Zane? Zane's face was stoic without expression. I waited for them to come to me. But none of them did. Instead, Zane stepped down from the platform, held my gaze for a brief moment, and said. “Aliona Marcos, did you really think we'd claim you as our mate?” Zane's voice seethed with anger. *************Aliona Marcos thought of only two things. Being the pack’s doctor, and them— The triplet Alpha heirs of her pack, Mooncrest. First, she was their secret. Then, when they found out she was their mate, they hated the very sight of her. The triplets wanted nothing to do with her. They never loved her. Eighteen years old Aliona Marcos held onto the fragments of love her mates grudgingly tossed at her face. They flaunted another female, one they believed was high profile and capable of being the next Luna of their pack. Aliona believed in their mate bond, until an incident spiked her quest for vengeance. Only this time, she was done waiting at their feet, begging for their love.

Seventeen year old Ella Anderson's life plummeted to a different turn when she was sent off by her parents Alpha and Luna Anderson to a werewolf elite school, Moonstone academy as a long-standing tradition to strengthen the werewolf and Lycan alliances. The plan was very simple; remain there and hide her true identity from the rest of the high schoolers till she graduated. But fate had a whole different plan for her when a situation brought her to the notice of the most sought after trio which were equal parts the nightmare of the rest of the high schoolers— ‘The Caviers' they were the sons and heirs of the aristocratic Lycan provinces and they ruled the academy with iron fist. Nobody dared them. The Caviers ruled moonstone academy with iron fist and didn't hesitate to show the werewolves who were in charge, till she came along.

“Alpha Diaz…” A lethally soft voice spoke from the far end of the hall. The kind that promised danger in the worst way possible. “A little birdie told me our bounty clocked eighteenth tonight.” When he spoke again, his voice carried a tremor that made me whip my head in his direction. “King—” my father was cut off. “We had a deal Diaz,” the same voice spoke again, the promise of death more glaring than before. “We don’t have all day. Hand over our bounty to us. Your first daughter.” Oxygen swooshed out of my lungs. The more I inhaled, the more breathing became more difficult. What bounty? “There she is. Your bride,” My father said, pointing at me. “Scarlet.” The robe fell out of my hands. What was he talking about? I shook my head. “No. No. I’m not—” I turned around to face the voice, and…and I swallowed the rest of my words.Three men six foot plus stood side by side. Their faces obscured with a black mask, adding more creep to them. Nobody knew what the Castillo triplets looked like. They were rogues. But they managed to rule the supreme wolf council. Every Alpha my father inclusive feared them. Nobody dared speak to their faces. Now, my father was giving me in place of Elena? My father inched closer to me, and pulled me in what looked like a hug. He kissed my cheek, and whispered into my ears. “Do this for your sister Scarlet,” He said. “You’re not going to last in the Black wolf pack anyways. You don’t have a wolf.” My father pulled away from me, and bowed to the three men. “You can take your bride.” ~~~~~I had always been the second option. The second wolfless twin daughter of the pack’s Alpha. A reject, and unwanted by everyone, even my parents. “Scarlet Omega.” The Alpha family’s disgrace. I was forced to give up my wolf’s essence to my sister, the perfect idea of what the daughter of an Alpha, and a Luna should be. My life was one of survival, even though I was born an Alpha blood. On my eighteenth birthday, I watched in horror as my sister shifted into her wolf’s form, and was claimed by her mate. A luxury I’ll never afford. The hall exploded into chaos when the infamous triplet rogue Kings crashed the mating ceremony. My father gave me off as a bounty to the cruel triplet rogue Kings. Wolfless, and stripped of my rights by my family. I needed a change, even as a slave to the rogue kings. I would find a way out. Except that they pinned me with their gaze, and promised to subdue me in the worst way possible. Until an incident happened, and I just might not be the weak bounty they snagged from my father.

Sloane discovered her boyfriend of five years engaged to her stepsister on her 21st birthday. That wasn’t the only bombshell she was going to get— she wasn’t a full human. Half werewolf, half human. Sloane couldn’t wrap her mind around any of this through her breakup with Nicolas, her boyfriend, when she was whisked into the next flight to Spain, to live a myth. Werewolves only existed in fantasy right? Aragon pack, believed to be the home of the strongest Werewolves. From New York to Spain. Her birth mother always saw her as a chore, and she willingly did away with her, when she got a letter from her birth father. The holidays were going to suck, as it does every year. What she didn’t prepare for? Handling her first case, as an attorney the instant she got to Aragon pack, and being termed the daughter of a traitor. Her father was accused of treason. Sloane didn’t write a Christmas wishlist to Santa. Never did. Albeit, Santa had his own plans. Sloane was on the verge of being executed for being the daughter of a traitor, when someone walked in. The stranger she shared a seat with during the flight. He was the Alpha Prince of Aragon pack, and MD to Navarro Legal counsel. The biggest corporate law firm in New York, and Spain. He claimed the human as his mate, and casually tossed a deal to her. It was simple. Get her father out of jail, and a spot in his firm, in exchange— she would be his Luna for Christmas. Alpha Andrian Navarro always wanted to have his mate, and protect her all his life. Even if it meant breaking the code of the counsel, and risking his ownership to the Alpha position. Can he withstand the heat tossed at him from two worlds, and a stepbrother who saw him as a threat to his bike goals? Claimed by the Alpha Prince for Christmas is centered around the holidays. From snowflakes and puddings on Christmas day. New years promise, and the bloom of Valentine. Would the duo hold unto each other, even when the odds are against them? Would the scent of Christmas and their first kiss under the huge Christmas tree bring back the memories after secrets tear them apart? Or will Santa grant their wish at the nick of time?

Amara's Christmas was drowned in a hay of sadness, when she barged into her father's office, and came face to face with Rylan Walton. Outlaws Hockey team captain, and the next Lycan heir. It was hate at first sight for the both of them. And it got even worse when the moon goddess fated them as destined mates. Countless times, she tried to run, but she couldn't run far from the possessive eyes of her mate, who watched her every move and was intoxicated by her scent. Rylan brought her to the pack, to keep her close to him. He had a lot he was fighting, and her presence brought relief in a way he hated. After being betrayed, he didn't believe in love, not wanted a mate. The bond between them pulled them together, and they each tried to fight it. With Christmas by the corner, and Rylan's position as Lycan King threatened by his allies, Would Amara stick with the imperfect heir, whose surface seemed perfect, or would she break the bond, risking the Christmas curse? Would Rylan give up his throne, to be with the daughter of his pack’s enemy? Or would he destroy the bond, for the pack's politics, and become the Lycan King by Christmas. Find out if Amara and Rylan would stick together in the cold winter Christmas or realize they were better off at either side of the mistletoe

Warning: 🔞, this book contains explicit sex scenes and languages that might not sit well with some people. Viewers discretion is advised. Three Lycan heirs had nothing in common except one thing– none of them believed in love, till she came along. Jessica Alonso, a gamma mated to and rejected by her Alpha. The moment they set eyes on her they knew their ultimate destruction was just by the corner. What they didn't know was how soon it was going to come. It was like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. Jessica Alonso, was a gamma that always looked forward to the day she'd be mated to her destined mate by the moon goddess– a day she'd always waited for all her life becomes the worst day of her existence when her mate rejected her and claimed her stepsister.Wars brewing– blood. sweat. Lust and the dreadful word none of the heirs dared play around with– love, came colliding in unexpected waves.They go against what they believed in, every freaking thing they held close to heart, they broke for her. Including going against the rule of their father the ruthless King Jefferson.Find out what happens in the story of love, revenge and betrayal