Introduction
I’d always been on the curvier side. When the new, form-fitting cheer uniforms arrived at the locker room, Kane hadn't held back his mocking laugh.
"Are you seriously going to parade around in that?" he had sneered. "Please. You look like a pig about to burst out of its casing. It's embarrassing."
I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d mentally broken down over Kane’s acidic remarks. But every time, I forced myself to swallow the humiliation.
Why? Because he was the state's most coveted star quarterback.
Because whenever someone else tried to give me hell, he’d step in with that fiercely impatient, undeniably protective attitude of his. That was my justification.
That was, until the eve of the State Championship.
Daisy, a nobody freshman who had barely scraped her way onto the cheer squad, took the confidential playbook our team had spent three agonizing months perfecting, and handed it straight to our biggest rivals.
Normally, Kane would have sneered and verbally shredded the culprit until there was nothing left of their dignity.
But this time? He just stepped forward, pulled a pack of tissues from the pocket of his expensive letterman jacket, tossed it at Daisy’s feet, and looked away.
"Stop crying," he said, his voice strangely subdued. "The damage is done, and tears won't fix a damn thing. Besides, your face gets all red and swollen when you cry. It's an ugly look."
Chapter 1
Kane was the undisputed tyrant of our high school, notoriously ruthless with his words.
I’d always been on the curvier side. When the new, form-fitting cheer uniforms arrived at the locker room, Kane hadn't held back his mocking laugh.
"Are you seriously going to parade around in that?" he had sneered. "Please. You look like a pig about to burst out of its casing. It's embarrassing."
I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d mentally broken down over Kane’s acidic remarks. But every time, I forced myself to swallow the humiliation.
Why? Because he was the state's most coveted star quarterback.
Because whenever someone else tried to give me hell, he’d step in with that fiercely impatient, undeniably protective attitude of his. That was my justification.
That was, until the eve of the State Championship.
Daisy, a nobody freshman who had barely scraped her way onto the cheer squad, took the confidential playbook our team had spent three agonizing months perfecting, and handed it straight to our biggest rivals.
Normally, Kane would have sneered and verbally shredded the culprit until there was nothing left of their dignity.
But this time? He just stepped forward, pulled a pack of tissues from the pocket of his expensive letterman jacket, tossed it at Daisy’s feet, and looked away.
"Stop crying," he said, his voice strangely subdued. "The damage is done, and tears won't fix a damn thing. Besides, your face gets all red and swollen when you cry. It's an ugly look."
…
Right now, the air outside the players' locker room was thick enough to ignite.
Five minutes ago, the tournament committee had dropped the bomb: due to a severe breach of tactical confidentiality, to maintain the integrity of the game, our school’s football team was officially disqualified from the championship.
This wasn't just a game.
The bleachers were already crawling with Ivy League scouts. For a lot of the guys on the roster, this was their only ticket out—their one shot at a full-ride athletic scholarship to change their lives. And now, all their blood, sweat, and tears had gone up in smoke.
"An accident? Do we look like idiots to you?" our starting linebacker, a guy with a buzzcut and bloodshot eyes, roared at Daisy.
"Who 'accidentally' prints out an entire thick-ass playbook, page by page, and slides it perfectly under the door of the rival team's locker room?!"
Daisy’s eyes were rimmed red, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, guys... I swear I didn't mean to.
I was just delivering the sports drinks and mixed up the locker room numbers... I know I ruined your hard work, I really know I messed up..."
The team wasn't buying a second of it. The fury in the hallway threatened to blow the roof off.
"The two locker rooms are on opposite sides of the stadium! North and South! You telling me you don't even know basic directions?"
"Save the fake tears! Who are you performing for? This kind of 'brainless mistake' is worse than straight-up poisoning our water coolers!"
Right as the outrage threatened to boil over into something physical, Kane let out a soft scoff.
"Watch your mouths." Kane stepped in front of Daisy, his icy gaze sweeping over his own teammates. "A bunch of grown-ass guys cornering and bullying a little girl at a time like this? It's pathetic."
Dead silence fell over the hallway.
Everyone stared at him in sheer disbelief.
This was the predator at the very top of the high school food chain, a clean-freak perfectionist who despised incompetence.
Normally, if a wide receiver ran a single route wrong on the field, Kane would ruthlessly mock him. He never tolerated weakness.
Yet here he was, publicly defending a rookie who had just committed high treason against his own team.
Staring at that pack of tissues lying at Daisy's feet, a suffocating wave of bitterness surged up my throat, burning my eyes.
I knew that tone too well from him—that specific mix of disgust and reluctant resignation.
But the crushing reality was this: all those times his vicious words had cut me open, leaving me sobbing in my bedroom, he’d just stand there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes brimming with utter annoyance.
Can you give it a rest? Are you really going to cry forever over something this petty? Jesus, you're annoying.
He had never, not once, shown me a fraction of the patience he was showing her now. The glaring double standard hit me like a physical slap to the face, violently shaking me awake from years of self-deception.
Gradually, the agonizing stares shifted from Kane and landed on my face. As the captain of the cheer squad—and Kane's notoriously official girlfriend—they were waiting for my call.
I took a deep breath, digging my nails into my palms to force myself to stay grounded. I looked dead at the sniffling Daisy.
"Whether this was an honest mistake or calculated sabotage, the fact remains: you compromised this entire team and ruined people’s futures." I kept my voice deadpan, unwavering. "
As of right now, you are pulled from all upcoming games and squad events. You’re off the cheerleading team."
Daisy’s head snapped up, staring at me in sheer shock before the tears started falling even harder.
"Wynne, I know you’ve always looked down on me because I come from an ordinary family. I know you hate me," she sobbed, her voice cracking perfectly on cue.
"But nobody's perfect. I apologized! Are you really going to strip away my only dream over one wrong turn?"
The briefly silenced football players flared up again, enraged by her audacity.
"What dream?! You can't even remember basic formations! You drag the squad down every time you step on the field, and now you’re playing the victim?"
"You should be thanking God we aren't making you pay for the financial damage you did to this team! Get the hell out of here!"
"Enough!"
Kane barked, his voice cracking like a whip. He turned his head and looked at me. The look in his eyes was entirely foreign—laced with pure, unadulterated disgust.
"Wynne, you're supposed to be a leader. Are you seriously just going to stand there and watch a mob of guys bully someone who can't fight back?"
He sneered, stepping closer, towering over me.
"Using your little bit of power to settle personal vendettas? Playing the mean-girl bully card? Right, I forgot—you’ve always been an accomplice to this kind of crap."
Last Chapters
#9 Chapter 9
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#8 Chapter 8
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#7 Chapter 7
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#6 Chapter 6
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#5 Chapter 5
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#4 Chapter 4
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#3 Chapter 3
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#2 Chapter 2
Last Updated: 6/3/2026#1 Chapter 1
Last Updated: 6/3/2026
You Might Like 😍
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
The Shattered Moon King
Lena is a survivor. For years, she has weathered the harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape by following one rule: trust no one. But when she finds an amnesiac man near death in the wilderness—a man with kind eyes and a strength that is anything but human—she makes a choice that will unravel her solitary existence.
She calls him Cain, but the shattered-moon tattoo on his back brands him as Kaelen, the long-dead Alpha of the powerful Sky-Fall pack. His return triggers a brutal civil war with the usurper who stole his throne and his fated mate. Hunted by Lycan assassins and a fanatical human commander desperate for the secrets locked in Lena's own past, their only hope lies in embracing the very power Kaelen can't remember and Lena has always feared.
As they uncover a conspiracy that threatens not just the pack, but the future of every living thing, Kaelen must fight for a kingdom he doesn't know and Lena must confront a legacy she tried to bury. In a world of broken thrones and fated bonds, they will discover that the greatest choice is not between love and duty, but between who you are told you must be, and who you choose to become.
The Spy Who Left
"I still can't believe she actually did it. Aria Hart, filing for divorce. Who saw that coming?"
"How long do we think it'll take before she comes crawling back?" Another voice joins the conversation.
"Three days," Victoria declares. "Five at most. She has no money, no skills, no family. Where's she going to go?"
When Aria Chen divorced billionaire Leon Hart, New York's elite sneered, betting she'd crawl back within days. She never did.
Three years later, the world is rocked when Dr. Aria Vale, CEO of a revolutionary cybersecurity empire, steps into the spotlight. The mysterious genius who built a billion-dollar company from nothing is none other than Leon's discarded wife, the woman everyone thought was just a pretty ornament.
Now, every powerful man wants the queen Leon threw away a renowned scientist seeking partnership, a financial titan proposing an empire, and an actor offering devotion. Each sees the brilliance Leon ignored.
Then Leon discovers the truth: Aria's sacrifices, her secret double life, and the daughter she's been raising without him. For the first time, the man who once took her for granted must fight for her love. But can he compete with men who valued her from the beginning?
A story of love, betrayal, and power where the king must kneel before the queen who never needed saving.
The Rogue King II
Under the weight of his grief and pain, along with of the uncertainty of the new mate bond forged between Silas and Nate, Silas decides that he needs help. The weight of being Alpha that nearly just lost his pack if his little sister hadn’t been there, Silas decides to push everything away to be a better and stronger Alpha. Using magic is father gave him, Silas loses so much more than his way.
Nate, struggling with the mate bond, what the bond means for him, has continued to fight Silas, his Alpha, his best friend, and now his mate. When their fight goes too far, both Silas and Nate must deal with the consequences. It both pulls them together and tears them apart. Eventually leading to a full break in any relationship they had ever had.
On his own, Silas has to navigate through the next chapter alone. Coming to realize his actions, the consequences, and just how much it’s going to take to repair the damage he has done.
Nate, also on his own, works through what it means to step up in more ways than one. Somehow, even after her death, Aelia is still reaching out and helping Nate navigate the world on his own. He vows to grow and step up into the wolf that she knew he could be.
Book 2 in The Rogue Kings following immediately after The Rogue Kings I - Solaris' Reign. Trigger Warnings. Rated 18+.
Game of Destiny
When Finlay finds her, she is living among humans. He is smitten by the stubborn wolf that refuse to acknowledge his existence. She may not be his mate, but he wants her to be a part of his pack, latent wolf or not.
Amie cant resist the Alpha that comes into her life and drags her back into pack life. Not only does she find herself happier than she has been in a long time, her wolf finally comes to her. Finlay isn't her mate, but he becomes her best friend. Together with the other top wolves in the pack, they work to create the best and strongest pack.
When it's time for the pack games, the event that decides the packs rank for the coming ten year, Amie needs to face her old pack. When she sees the man that rejected her for the first time in ten years, everything she thought she knew is turned around. Amie and Finlay need to adapt to the new reality and find a way forward for their pack. But will the curve ball split them apart?
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
From Sacrificed Slave to the Dragon King's Obsession
His fangs glinted as he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Dragon scales shimmered along his neck, breath scorching my skin.
"Your Majesty... I beg—" He shoved me onto the bed. Silk tore with a sharp rip, cold air rushing over my exposed body.
"Scared?" He smirked, palm sliding down my waist, fingers tracing slow, burning circles. "Yet you shiver... not from cold."
I lunged for the candlestick, but he caught my wrist, pinning it overhead. His knee forced my legs apart.
"When your father gave you to me," his lips brushed my ear, voice a dark rumble, "you were already mine."
On the eve of freedom after ten years of servitude, Lina Valeria stood one night away from reuniting with her betrothed. But Dragon King Augustus condemned her to the Abyss Mines on false charges—a trap forged from obsessive desire.
Augustus Ashenwing, Supreme Sovereign of Skyhold Citadel, is ruthless and feared by all races. His obsession stems from ancient grudges and dragonkind's most dangerous instinct: possessive desire. He demands her submission, binding her to his throne as his consort.
From prisoner to queen, Lina battles him through court intrigue and twisted passion—fighting for her mother, her freedom, her dignity.
Yet this cold-blooded tyrant reserves all tenderness for her alone. He indulges her temper, bends his pride, compromises without limit—anything to see her smile. Gradually, her heart wavers. But loving him means betraying Kain, who waited eleven years. Torn between duty and desire, she drowns in agonizing guilt.
Love and hatred intertwined—a forbidden dragon romance in a realm of oppression.
The Deadly Mafia Princess
Her gang take the matter in their own hands, to try to save their leader from the horror of her home. What none of them know, they wasn’t her real parents, and now Ro will be sent away to live with her real family. That makes her closest members in her gang pack up and move as well. They don’t want to be far away from their leader.
The CEO's Unspoken Love
Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
Bound By Power, Torn By Love
She regards him as her only salvation, but he regards her as a pawn for revenge. When two enemies dance on the sharp knife, what will be the final outcome?













