
Introduction
When Rain turns eighteen and finds her soulmate, she thinks that she will finally be loved and have a happy ending.But Fate has a strange way to slap Rain in the face over and over again.
Chapter 1
Bonfires are blazing in the garden in front of the packhouse of the Crescent Moon Werewolves Pack. Many pack members, especially teens or unmated adults, are gathering around, chatting or dancing. There is always booze and food involved, along with music. Let’s not forget about that, because what's a party without good music? Not that I am ever invited to the party, but I enjoy listening to the loud beat coming from the speakers. That probably was the reason I began hiding up the walnut tree. Ever since I was eight, I carried a piece of paper and a pencil with me, and I would draw while listening to what was happening around the bonfires.
The sketch I have been working on for the past few days lies forgotten on my lap. The fireflies dancing in the air captured all my attention as I slowly tuned out the music and the voices around the garden. I quietly observe them from the branch I perched on, my back leaning against the tree trunk. It is my favorite place in the pack. No one bothers me here. I usually hide between the leaves and watch the sunset while imagining I am far away from here.
Whenever I draw, my mind escapes into a world where colors, lines, and shapes align to create something beautiful. It helps me forget how much the pack I was born into hates me. I’ve often wondered if my status as an Omega has anything to do with it; traditionally, Omegas are supposed to be protected by the packs, especially by the Alphas. Unfortunately, inside my pack–the Crescent Moon Pack–the reality is different.
Everyone mistreats me. Not only because I am an Omega but because—according to them—I killed my parents when I was three. I was so little when it happened. I have no recollection of that night or my parents, but from what I heard, the house my parents and I lived in burned down until only ash remained. When pack members discovered what had happened, they found me among the ashes and burned wood, surrounded by fire. According to them, my eyes were like rubies, and my hair, once black, is now red. Hours later, the natural color of my eyes—green—returned, but my hair maintained a scarlet shade. A small crown of flames appeared on my left shoulder, that was what set them to label me as a murderer. Moreover, people believed I was cursed by the Moon Goddess since red is commonly associated with vampires. If there is something a werewolf hates the most, it is a vampire.
As a punishment for what I did to my parents and for being marked by the Moon Goddess as a murderer, I became a modern-day Cinderella. Every single day, around 5:30 AM, I start my day. Is expected of me to make sure the kitchen is spotless, equally for the dining room. Mrs. Marian, the lead cook in the pack, will not only yell or smack me around if I don’t clean everything to her liking, but she will starve me for days. Not that anyone seems to care about that. By the time I am done with work, at 9 PM, I am ready to pass out of how hungry and tired I am.
Even now, I can’t recall the last time I had a decent meal. If I have ever had one. Werewolves are stronger than humans and can go on without food for days and still strive. However… when you don’t eat enough to keep living for years on end, each bite is crucial. Especially when I am expected to maintain and clean the entire pack house, do the laundry, pack the pups’ school lunchboxes, and so much more.
Not that I mind the hard work. It helps me keep my mind off how the pack treats me. Most of the time, it keeps me away from trouble since many like to bully me. Soon enough, I will be nineteen. The moment the clock strikes midnight, I am leaving. Sayonara, baby! Let the pack deal with their own mess. I want to see how they will handle all the chores when I am gone since I am the only Omega here. They seem to think Omegas are only good for cleaning. Honestly, though, I am not the slightest bit curious.
My art teacher, Mr. Smith, is helping me to get admission into Bucharest National University of Arts or any other university. This is a bit tricky for me as I was homeschooled, and it is not recognized in Romania. However, Mr. Smith has friends who work in several universities across the country who can help me out. If it wasn't for Mr. Smith, I would be lost and in trouble. He is the only one who shows me any affection and without his help, I would probably become a rogue, which is not something I desire since Omegas go into 'heat' and would want to be around Alphas.
A burst of laughter rises above the music, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I sniff the air. Werewolves are very sensitive to smells and scents, but it is said that Omegas have the best noses in a pack. From where I am, I can spy without being seen.
I am lost in my thoughts when a sudden burst of laughter interrupts me. I instinctively inhale deeply, using my sensitive nose to identify the source of the scent. Being an Omega in a pack, I have the keenest sense of smell. I remained hidden, observing everything without being noticed.
Many scents float in the air, but the one that catches my attention is lavender. It belongs to Ruth, my cousin. Another one is oranges, which is Jordan -the future Alpha of the pack. I shuddered at the idea of Jordan being my Alpha. He and Ruth are the bane of my existence. Jordan laughs at something Ruth tells him. How could he not? After all, Ruth is everything I will never be: tall, healthy, blonde, blue eyes, amazing tits, great ass—every male’s dream. At least, that’s what most of the males in the pack say about Ruth—that she is gorgeous. I am not. I am so thin I might as well resemble a wood board.
As for Jordan… I guess females would fawn over him. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with a strong, tall, blonde guy as a mate? Too bad his brain is the size of a pea.
I might be the only one in the pack that hates Jordan with a passion. Ever since I can remember, Jordan has bullied me. It was nothing serious, but it still made me hate him. I do try to hide my feelings from him. Not sure how he would react if he ever learned how many nights I spent dreaming he would slip on ice and break his neck. Impossible, I know, since werewolves have two sides—a human side and an animal side. Thanks to this, were-creatures are harder to kill.
Jordan dips his head and says something into Ruth’s ear. She turns her head, and she almost kisses him, but he jerks away from her. I am sure everyone in the pack knows that Ruth is irremediably in love with Jordan or… with the idea of being the pack’s future Luna. She turned nineteen four months ago. So when she realized she wasn’t Jordan’s soulmate, she had a meltdown -since Jordan would only settle for the one meant for him, his soulmate. He is yet to find her. In the past year, he has become a little impatient since he is twenty-two, and the pack is pressuring him to find her. I might hate him, but I still don’t want to be in his shoes. The constant nagging of ‘have you found her yet?’ would drive me crazy.
Safia, my wolf, sends me an image of Jordan with a redhead female next to him—caramelized apples above her head—and I mentally arch an eyebrow at her. I am not like most people, as I suffer from prosopagnosia or face blindness. I can’t see faces. They are a blur to me, so being a werewolf is a blessing. I can tell by scent and smell who is who and how they are feeling. Safia is also… different. The animal side of a werewolf is able to talk to the human side, but Safia has no voice, so she sends me images when she wants to tell me something. Over time we created our own way of talking, and now, we communicate without any problems. Oranges are used for Jordan; lavender for Ruth; gray clouds for when someone is upset; thunderbolts when she wants to let me know someone is furious; while rainbows are for happiness.
Ruth tries to make another move on Jordan, but he pushes her away. Safia lets me know Jordan is angry. I roll my eyes.
Up until Ruth turned nineteen—the age when werewolves are considered adults and can feel their soulmates—Jordan was into Ruth, and I might have caught them having sex once or twice. I pretended not to see and continued with what I was doing. Ruth was more than happy to let everyone know Jordan was interested in her. The day she turned nineteen, and Jordan knew they were not fated, he turned his attention to another female. Although, since she was in love with another pack member, Jordan backed off. Since then, he has been single. Not that I care.
Safia insists on the image of Jordan and the redhead female, which I assume is me since my scent is of caramel and apples. For a few months now, she started being obsessed with Titan, Jordan’s wolf.
’You do know how much I hate Jordan, don’t you? And I doubt he would be entertained by the idea of me being around him. The few times that happened, he ended up creating more work for me,’ I tell Safia.
If he doesn’t kick the bucket of water I use for cleaning the floors, he will find other ways to antagonize me. He will probably call me names or, if he is in a very bad mood, even push me or make me trip.
Safia whines. Being a lone wolf inside a pack is difficult. When it is a full moon, we usually run alone while the rest of the pack runs together. I prefer it, anyway, because I would probably look constantly over my shoulder if I had one of the pack members run next to me, wondering if I would get attacked.
’One day, we will find the one meant for us. Our soulmate. We will never be alone then. When the full moon rises above the forest, we will run next to our soulmate,’ I say, trying to console Safia. Of the two of us, she is the one who suffers the most from the lack of friendship and companions. I am more than happy not to talk to anyone from the pack, for days in a row.
Werewolves are not meant to be alone. That is why many rogues go mad after years of solitude. Some of them band together and form packs that, while not accepted by the Council of the Elders, will keep them sane.
Safia tries to explain to me that Titan is not only a good wolf, but he would also love to run with us. Gag me! Not that I have something against Titan. But Jordan would probably kill me before running with me.
I put the sketchbook in my backpack and climb down, wanting to go into my room and sleep. Jordan’s birthday is in two days, and that means more work for me. Unmated females from other packs are expected to come and parade themselves in front of Jordan, to see if any of them are his soulmate. While I feel bad for Titan, I hope Jordan never finds his soulmate.
To get to my room, which is in the Packhouse, I have to pass by the bonfires. I hope no one pays me any attention. Please, please, please….
“If it is not the mongrel,” someone says.
I don’t even need to smell her scent to know it is Ruth talking since she is the only one who calls me mongrel. Or mutt. Or any other insulting word she can come up with.
I try to keep walking, to pretend I did not hear her, but her friends’ group is blocking my path. They usually ignore me, just like I ignore them. Tonight, however, was one of those nights when they wanted to fuck with the Omega. Figuratively, not literally.
Before I can say something back to Ruth, she adds, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to make sure everything is ready for Jordy’s special day? Am I right, Honey-Bunny?”
I try not to roll my eyes, but they would probably spin at the back of my head, like slot machines. Who talks like that? Jordy… Honey-Bunny… who is, of course, Hannah, Ruth’s best friend.
“You are always right, Ruthy,” Hannah replies.
What are they, six?
What did Jordan, or any of the other males in the pack, see in Ruth? She is annoying as fuck. I’m guessing it’s because she is beautiful, but since I can’t see faces, I find other things attractive.
“I am going to my room since it is my free time,” I reply. Not that I have to give explanations to Ruth, but it is easier if I do.
“If I am to become the Luna, I would have to make sure you never had a free moment,” Ruth says, and her friends approve. Shocker.
“Well, good thing you are not the future Luna. Now, if you all will be kind enough to let me pass….” I say.
“I don’t even know why we bother speaking to her,” Ariel says. She is not bad per say, but since she started spending more time with Ruth and her minions, she has started saying the same bullshit as Ruth. “What if the Moon Goddess, I don’t know, punishes us for being close to her?”
Is there an epidemic of reptile brains around the pack? This is why I hate living in this pack because they always blame me for whatever shit happens to them.
I try to push through the circle forming around me when someone jerks my backpack off my back. I spin around, hoping to catch the scent of whoever took my stuff away from me, when a strong scent of oranges hits me.
Jordan.
He is the one who took my backpack. Of course, it had to be him.
“May I have my backpack back?” I ask, trying hard not to sound as pissed as I feel.
After being on my knees all day long scrubbing the floors, all I want to do is retire to my room and sleep. Is that too much to ask?
Jordan smirks—according to Safia. A cigarette is in the left corner of his mouth. “Only if you ask me nicely.”
What is his problem with me? Hadn’t he bullied me enough, now he has to make me beg for my stuff? “Please.”
Ruth snorts. “For someone that lives off the charity of the pack, you should work more on your ‘please.’”
Since I have no family to provide for me, the pack throws me their leftovers—from their old clothes, which most of the time are either too small or too big, to whatever is left from their meals. But I am grateful for everything I get. The shirt I am wearing belonged to one of the warriors of the pack, and when it was too worn out and full of holes, he gave it to me last Christmas. I have a basic sewing kit, so fixing it hasn’t been a problem. And the old jeans, I am pretty sure, belonged to Ruth at some point.
The Crescent Moon Pack isn’t too big—around a hundred members—nor wealthy, like other packs, so hand-me-downs are pretty common. Ruth loves clothes, but she has never been forced to wear stuff from other females. When she is bored of them, she either gives them to another female or to me… if she is generous enough and the clothes are always ruined.
Jordan dangles the backpack in front of me, and I try to grab it. It might be as old as Tutankamon and missing a strap, but it is where I keep my sketches and pencils. I can’t not draw. It is the only thing that keeps me sane, except for Safia. Jordan takes a puff from his cigarette and blows the smoke in my direction. If I suddenly grab the cigarette and put it out on this tongue, will I at least be granted a quick death?
“Tell you what,” Jordan says. “After I look inside the backpack, I will return it to you.”
I would much prefer you did not do that, thank you very much, since I never let anyone see my drawings except Mr. Smith. But of course, I don’t say that out loud.
“No,” I start saying, but Jordan ignores me and opens it.
His eyebrows inch up—courtesy of Safia to let me know— as he pulls out my sketchbook. It is still open on the page I was drawing on—Safia and Titan running through the forest on a full moon night. It is my gift to her for when I turn nineteen.
“What is this?” he asks, his voice shocked and confused.
I feel the others staring at me, but I ignore them. It’s not like I have drugs in there.
“Nothing.” It is not like it is his business anyways. “Give it back!” I demand.
Jordan looks at me, and when Safia lets me know he is angry, I swallow nervously. Jordan is a nuisance, but angry Jordan is a nightmare. The last time I made him angry, he had me starved for days. I do like food.
“Did you just give me an order?” he snarls. His orange scent turns spicy, and I don’t need Safia to know how angry he is.
“No,” I say, my voice low.
He shoves the sketchbook into the backpack before throwing it over his left shoulder. “Since you had the audacity to draw Titan, I am keeping this. I want to see what else you have drawn.”
Ruth laughs. “This mutt knows how to draw?”
“I would not call them drawings. They more resemble scribbles,” Jordan replied sarcastically before leaving—with my backpack.
I am crushed. Scribbles or not, they are mine. I put hours into making them, and I want them back. Though, I know that Jordan won’t return my stuff to me. Tears pool inside my eyes. Without pencils or paper, I can’t draw. Maybe Mr. Smith can give me more, but I feel bad about constantly asking things from him.
Ruth and the others start laughing, and I rush towards the Packhouse. Luckily, no one tries to stop me.
Only three more weeks, and I am free of this pack, especially free of Jordan.
When I get to my room, I slam the door behind me before I fall on my mattress and pull the old quilt that covers it on top of me.
The second I am away from here, I will forget everything about this pack. I won’t miss anyone or anything. Not the old floor that squeaks beneath my feet, nor my room—which used to be a laundry room—not even the walnut tree. I shift on the mattress, and I accidentally hit my leg on the coffee table that is at its foot. In an outburst of anger, Jordan or one of his friends kicked it and broke two of its legs. I saved it from being tossed into the garbage and fixed it.
I huff before removing my sneakers and crawling back under the quilt. As I fell asleep, I realized that I would miss the walnut tree. And Mr. Smith.
Last Chapters
#86 86. Bonus chapter - Rain
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#85 Bonus chapter
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#84 Epilogue
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#83 83. Caleb
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#82 82. Caleb
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#81 81. Rain
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#80 80. Caleb
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#79 79. Caleb
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#78 78. Rain
Last Updated: 5/6/2026#77 77. Rain
Last Updated: 5/6/2026
You Might Like 😍
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
King of the Underworld
However, one fateful day, the King of the Underworld appeared before me and rescued me from the clutches of the most powerful Mafia boss's son. With his deep blue eyes fixed on mine, he spoke softly: "Sephie... short for Persephone... Queen of the Underworld. At last, I have found you." Confused by his words, I stammered out a question, “P..pardon? What does that mean?”
But he simply smiled at me and brushed my hair away from my face with gentle fingers: "You are safe now.”
Sephie, named for the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, she's quickly finding out how she's destined to fulfill her namesake's role. Adrik is the King of the Underworld, the boss of all bosses in the city he runs.
She was a seemingly normal girl, with a normal job until it all changed one night when he walked through the front door and her life changed abruptly. Now, she finds herself on the wrong side of powerful men, but under the protection of the most powerful among them.
The New Girl and the Broken Basketball Star
After years of feeling unwanted by the father who should have protected her, Clara is finally forced to leave the only home she has ever known. Her stepmother’s pregnancy only makes it easier for her family to let her go.
With nothing but her mother’s old violin, she arrives in a small Pennsylvania town carrying the fear that she will never truly belong anywhere.
The last thing she expects is Adrian Cole.
Once the town’s basketball star, Adrian gave up his dreams after his father disappeared and left him with debts he never should have carried. Now he spends his days repairing cars, avoiding the court, and pretending he doesn’t want anything more from life.
Clara thinks she is too broken to be loved.
Adrian thinks his future is already over.
But somewhere between physics lessons, late nights at the repair shop, and a forgotten small-town high school, two lonely people begin to find something they both thought they had lost forever:
A reason to stay.
✦ ✦ ✦
A tough exterior with a soft heart x A soft exterior with a strong heart
✦ ✦ ✦
The first half is set in high school, and the second half is set during their college years. Hope you enjoy the journey!
This is a slow-paced story, focused more on emotions, healing, and the small moments in life rather than intense action or dramatic twists.
If you find any mistakes while reading, please feel free to leave a comment. I’ll be happy to correct them.
I hope ordinary Clara, ordinary Adrian, and all of us ordinary people can find the happiness we deserve.
Bella and Her Beast
.
Locked in her frozen tower, Bella dreamed of warmth, of touch, of freedom and of love. Cursed with the power of ice and snow, she’s spent her life alone. A secret they tried to protect the world from. Her only escape comes in the form of the books she reads. Stories of heat, desire, and the kind of love that could melt even her frostbitten heart.
Damien is the Beast. A dragon King with a temper forged in flame and a soul hollowed by duty. The world fears him. The people call him a monster. But beneath the scales and the rage lies a man who has never been touched by love.
When frost meets fire, the world shatters. She was never meant to leave her tower. He was never meant to find her. But destiny doesn’t bow to kings or care for cages and now the question burns through them both: Can Bella have her Beast? Or will the girl of snow melt in the heat of his desire?
.
"I’m keeping her."
"What?"
Before I can react, he scoops her up. Her small body fits easily in the cradle of his talons. For a split second, she looks startled, but not afraid. Her hand rests against one scaled finger, and she stares up at him with that same curious wonder, as though she’s already forgotten she was ever meant to fear me.
"Put her down," I try to command, panic threading through my thoughts. "You’ll hurt her."
"She’s ours," the beast insists, possessive and fierce. "Our snowflake."
BROKEN TRUST
Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.
Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.
Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?
Lethal Web of Mafia's Revenge (Sequal to "Innocent in Mafia's Web)
He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.
On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.
“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.
Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:
“Until you die!”
With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.
But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.
My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.
I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!
The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna
Vanessa, the mute runt of a cursed litter, has only ever known cruelty and abuse. Her voice stolen by a witch’s spell, her freedom crushed by a brutal father, she’s been promised to a monster she doesn’t want. But fate intervenes when she’s left for dead—bleeding, broken, and bound—only to be rescued by Alpha Alfred of the Shadow Pack.
Alfred, fighting against a generational curse that has doomed his brothers to remain wolves forever, never expected his fated mate to be a fragile girl on the brink of death. But the moment he breathes in her scent, everything changes.
Together, they must confront the past, survive betrayal, and uncover the true key to breaking the curses that bind them. Will their bond be strong enough to save them both?
The Family Books 1-3 (A Mafia romance)
The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching.
This time I won’t let her escape.
I will make her back into the girl I knew.
Whether she likes it or not.
2/ Judge and Jury- I can’t stop watching her.
I’m not even sure I want to.
Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in.
She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought.
The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time.
I know I should execute her.
After all that’s what I do.
I am the Judge.
I eliminate threats to The Family.
And Taylor is a threat.
But I don’t want to kill her.
Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.
3/ Rags and Ritches-
After One Night with the Alpha
I thought I was waiting for love. Instead, I got fucked by a beast.
My world was supposed to bloom at the Moonshade Bay Full Moon Festival—champagne buzzing in my veins, a hotel room booked for Jason and me to finally cross that line after two years. I’d slipped into lacy lingerie, left the door unlocked, and lay on the bed, heart pounding with nervous excitement.
But the man who climbed into my bed wasn’t Jason.
In the pitch-black room, drowned in a heady, spicy scent that made my head spin, I felt hands—urgent, scorching—searing my skin. His thick, pulsing cock pressed against my dripping cunt, and before I could gasp, he thrust hard, tearing through my innocence with ruthless force. Pain burned, my walls clenching as I clawed at his iron shoulders, stifling sobs. Wet, slick sounds echoed with every brutal stroke, his body unrelenting until he shuddered, spilling hot and deep inside me.
"That was amazing, Jason," I managed to say.
"Who the fuck is Jason?"
My blood turned to ice. Light slashed across his face—Brad Rayne, Alpha of Moonshade Pack, a werewolf, not my boyfriend. Horror choked me as I realized what I’d done.
I ran away for my life!
But weeks later, I woke up pregnant with his heir!
They say my heterochromatic eyes mark me as a rare true mate. But I’m no wolf. I’m just Elle, a nobody from the human district, now trapped in Brad's world.
Brad’s cold gaze pins me: “You carry my blood. You’re mine.”
There is no other choice for me but to chose this cage. My body also betrays me, craving the beast who ruined me.
WARNING: Mature Readers Only
Ignition And Ice; A Racer's Forbidden Blueprint
The first? Becoming an architect worthy of finally making her mark.
The second?
Convincing herself that one day, Hayes Gallagher–NHL superstar, lifelong best friend, and the man she’s secretly loved for years–will finally see her as more than the girl who’s always there when he needs her.
He doesn’t.
So when Hayes abandons her for yet another girl, Merritt decides she’s done waiting.
One reckless night later, she ends up in the arms of a stranger whose touch makes forgetting Hayes dangerously easy.
She never expects to see him again. Until that stranger turns out to be Stellan Mercer.
Formula One’s most infamous golden boy. And Hayes’s stepbrother who is the one man Hayes would rather destroy than share a room with.
When Stellan uses his influence to make Merritt lead designer on his luxury penthouse project, staying away from him becomes impossible.
Working behind closed doors quickly turns into a secret neither of them can afford. Because the more Merritt falls for the man she was never supposed to touch… the more Hayes realizes he may have lost the only girl who ever truly loved him.
And when jealousy, family rivalry, and the spotlight collide, Merritt will have to decide which dream she’s willing to lose.
Her career, her heart. Or both.
Where I End and She Begins
But when a body lies at Amelia’s feet, and her hands are covered in blood that isn’t hers, one question echoes louder than the rest:
How did it come to this?
As the school year unfolds, cracks begin to show — in friendships, in family, and in Amelia’s own mind. The lines between loyalty and control blur. Between truth and perception. Between who she is… and who she thinks she needs to be.
Because some friendships don’t just shape you.
They consume you.
And when the illusion shatters, there’s always something left behind.
Mated To The Last Scribe
A missing woman is found exactly where her latest story said she would be.
A warehouse burns down hours after she publishes another.
Then anonymous messages begin appearing.
WE KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW.
The problem is that Iris doesn't know anything.
At least, she doesn't think she does.
When her stories attract the attention of billionaire Alpha Cassian Blackmoor, Iris is pulled into a hidden world of werewolves, secrets, and deadly conspiracies.
Cassian believes she may be connected to a mystery that has claimed the lives of powerful Alphas for years.
His wolf believes something else.
That she is his mate.
As enemies close in and events from her stories begin unfolding in real life, Iris must uncover the truth behind her impossible gift before she becomes the next target.
Because someone is watching.
Someone is waiting.
And someone will kill to keep the truth buried.












