Introduction
I was ten when werewolves tore my family apart. I hid in a closet, listening to the wet, tearing sound of teeth sinking into flesh, and vowed to kill every last one of them.
Now, I’m the deadliest hunter in New Orleans. The scent of blood and silver is my perfume.
But tonight, a routine hunt went horribly wrong. Cornered in an alley by two massive, snarling beasts, I was suddenly saved by a blur of raw speed and violence. When the dust settled, I recognized the man standing over the corpses.
Aidan Thorne. Next in line for Alpha of the Crimson Pack. The very pack I’ve been tracking for months.
His golden eyes locked onto mine, glowing with a primal, possessive hunger that made my blood run cold. I pressed my silver dagger directly to his throat, ready to end his miserable life.
Instead, he smirked, completely ignoring the blade slicing into his skin. "You are my Luna, Roxanne. My fated mate."
To claim his Alpha title, he needs a wife. To destroy his pack from the inside, I need access to their deepest secrets.
"I'll marry you," I told him, plotting to slit his throat on our wedding night.
Chapter 1
They say you never forget the moment your life changes forever.
For me, it was the scent of burning wood mixed with blood.
I was only ten, but I remember everything like it’s carved into my bones. The way the night air felt too cold for summer, the flicker of flames dancing against the dark sky, and the screams—God, the screams still echo in my head. My mother’s voice, sharp with terror, my father’s desperate roars, and my little brother’s cries fading too fast.
I was hiding in the closet, just like my mom told me to. "Don’t make a sound, Roxanne," she whispered, her fingers trembling as she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "No matter what you hear, no matter what happens, stay quiet."
I did.
I stayed quiet when the door crashed open.
I stayed quiet when the snarling started.
I stayed quiet when the blood splattered across the floor, creeping like dark vines toward the closet where I hid.
But I’ll never forget the sound—the wet, tearing sound of teeth sinking into flesh. The growls weren’t like anything human. They were low, guttural, monstrous. I peeked through the slats of the closet door, just for a second. Long enough to see claws where hands should’ve been, glowing eyes like molten gold, and blood dripping from sharp, curved fangs.
That night, I learned one thing: monsters are real.
And they destroyed my family.
I survived, but I didn’t live. Not really.
I existed, fueled by one thing—rage.
I remember a fire had started and the fire spread fast. The heat licked at the wooden beams, smoke curling toward the ceiling like a living thing. My lungs burned with every breath, but I didn't move. I didn't make a sound.
Through the slats of the closet door, I saw my father fight. He wasn't a weak man-he was strong, the kind of strong that made me believe nothing could ever hurt us. But against them, even he didn't stand a chance.
His silver knife flashed in the firelight as he slashed at the monster closest to him. The blade cut deep, carving into its side, but the creature didn't even flinch. It let out a low, guttural laugh, something almost human but twisted with something darker. Then, faster than I could blink, it lunged.
The next few seconds burned into my memory like a brand.
The sound of ribs cracking. The way my father's body jerked as claws ripped through him. The strangled, wet gasp he made before his legs gave out beneath him.
I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, choking on a sob.
My mother screamed his name. She tried to run to him, but another one of them grabbed her, yanking her back by the hair. She fought-kicking, clawing, even biting-but she was no match.
And my little brother-God, my little brother.
He was only six. Too young to understand what was happening. He just stood there, barefoot on the wooden floor, his wide brown eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"Mommy?" his small voice wavered.
She tried to reach for him. "Run, Caleb! Run!"
He didn't.
He never got the chance.
A clawed hand struck out, too fast to stop. Caleb let out a small, surprised sound as the blow knocked him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, his little body crumpling like a broken doll.
Something inside me cracked.
I wanted to scream. To throw open the closet door. To tear them apart with my bare hands. But I was frozen-paralyzed by fear, by the overwhelming helplessness clawing at my chest.
Then I heard the worst sound of all.
Laughter.
Low. Cruel.
The monsters were laughing.
Like it was all a game.
Something inside me snapped.
My fingers curled into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. My heart pounded like war drums in my ears. I wanted to move, to fight, to do something.
But I was ten. And I was too weak to stop it.
I stayed there, in that closet, while my family was slaughtered.
And when it was over-when the last scream had faded, when the fire had swallowed what was left of my home-l finally forced myself to move.
The closet door creaked open.
The bodies lay motionless, bathed in firelight. Blood stained the wooden floor, seeping into the cracks.
I stepped out on shaky legs, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then I saw it.
A silver knife. My father's knife.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed it, the metal still warm from his grip. The weight of it felt unnatural in my hands, too heavy for a child.
But I wasn't a child anymore.
I clenched my fingers around the handle, my nails digging into the worn leather.
And in that moment, I made a vow.
A whispered promise to the dead.
"I will kill them all."
The flames roared higher, swallowing my home in an inferno of smoke and ash.
I didn't look back.
I walked into the night, the knife gripped tight in my hand, and swore I would never stop until every single one of them was dead.
Present Day
The cold wind cut through the alleyway, sharp as a blade.
I crouched low behind a dumpster, my breath steady, my grip firm on the silver dagger in my hand.
The werewolf was close. I could hear the slow, measured footsteps echoing against the brick walls. Smell the damp musk of fur and blood.
A rookie hunter would've rushed in blind.
I wasn't a rookie.
I waited.
The werewolf moved into the light. He was big-bigger than most-but that didn't scare me. I'd killed bigger.
He turned his head slightly, sniffing the air. His sharp, golden eyes narrowed.
He knew I was here.
Good.
I stepped into view. "Looking for someone?"
His lips curled into a sneer. "A little late for a girl like you to be out alone, isn't it?"
I twirled the dagger in my fingers. "Funny. I was about to say the same to you."
His smirk faltered. "You should walk away."
I lunged.
Fast. Precise.
The silver blade sliced across his chest before he could react. He roared in pain, staggering back, clutching the wound as blackened blood seeped through his shirt.
I didn't give him time to recover.
A kick to the ribs. A sharp twist of the blade. Another cut-this one deep, aimed straight for his throat.
But he was fast.
He dodged, barely missing my strike. Then he lunged.
I hit the ground hard, my breath knocked out of me. His claws slashed down, missing my face by inches as I rolled away.
Damn it.
I sprang to my feet just as he did the same.
We circled each other, both waiting for an opening.
"You're good," he admitted, breathing hard.
I didn't respond. I was already moving.
One feint. A second. Then I drove the dagger deep into his side.
He let out a strangled gasp, his body jerking as the silver burned through him.
I leaned in close. "You should've walked away."
With one last twist of the blade, he crumpled to the ground.
Silence.
Then, a slow clap echoed through the alley.
I spun around, dagger raised.
A man stood at the entrance, half-hidden in the shadows.
Tall. Lean.
Dangerous.
His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips.
"Impressive," he said, his voice smooth as silk.
I didn't lower my weapon. "Who the hell are you?"
He tilted his head slightly, studying me with something that looked almost like
amusement.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Before I could respond, he turned and disappeared into the night.
I stared after him, every instinct screaming that this wasn't over.
Not even close.
And I was right.
Because that night, everything changed.
Forever.
Last Chapters
#170 Chapter 170: A Quiet World
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#169 Chapter 169: The Last War
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#168 Chapter 168: The War of One
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#167 Chapter 167: The Beginning of the End
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#166 Chapter 166: The Last Ascended
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#165 Chapter 165: The Thing in the City
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#164 Chapter 164: The First Hunters
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#163 Chapter 163: The Announcement
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#162 Chapter 162: What They Created
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#161 Chapter 161: The Test Begins
Last Updated: 4/24/2026
You Might Like 😍
To protect what’s mine
The Hockey Alpha's Fake Girlfriend
Then there’s Rafael. Dark. Untouchable. The boy everyone talks about but no one really knows. He should be the last person Vivienne gets close to, yet she can’t look away. He pulls her in with a kind of danger that feels both terrifying and safe, like he sees the parts of her no one else can.
But Rafael carries secrets—secrets that could destroy them both. And the closer Vivienne gets, the harder it is to tell if he’s her way out… or the reason she never escapes.
The Hunter and The Hunted
Mihai’s hand slowly slides up my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my neck as he cuts of my ability to breathe, black spots clouding my vision, and yet, I am not afraid. I want more. I want everything that he can give to me.
He slowly inserts a third finger, the intense fullness that I feel teetering me over the edge of a cliff I cannot even see, and then he sucks and pulls at my clit. Sparks erupt throughout my body, the orgasm shaking my soul, and destroying what was left of my resistance.
She was the Daughter of a Hunter, he was one of the creatures that her family had sworn to destroy, what could possibly go wrong?
When their worlds collide, who will be left standing, will it be the hunter or the hunted, and which is which?
Taming Her Playboy Bully
The Alpha Who Hated Me
"Why isn't it working?" he demands.
"Because it's real," I whisper. "Whether you want it or not."
"Then I'll make it clear another way," he says.
He turns to address the entire cafeteria. His voice carries to every corner of the room.
"Let me be perfectly clear," he announces. "She's not my mate. She's not my anything. She's just a sad little girl who needs to learn her place."
The silence that follows is deafening. Hundreds of students stare at me with pity. With disgust. With relief that they're not in my position.
I sit there shaking. My wolf curls up in a corner of my mind and whimpers.
But he's not our mate anymore. He made that clear.
He's nothing to me.
She came to survive. He was born to rule. Fate made them mates. And that’s where the nightmare began.
Evangeline has spent her whole life on the edge, unwanted, unclaimed, and surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack. A omega by blood and an outcast by choice, she’s learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden. But when her dying uncle asks her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy, a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules..... she agrees. For him, not for herself.
She expected whispers. Glares. Even cruelty.
What she didn’t expect was Ronan Nightbane.
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?
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.
Timeless Us
The world she knew is gone.
Her husband, Nathan, is no longer the young man she left behind—he’s successful, respected, and living with a new family.
But when the woman who disappeared twenty-three years ago suddenly returns…
can love survive the years that were lost?
The Alpha's Stripper Mate
"What?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I did not wait for him to answer me, I walked toward him.
"Dance on my lap."
My head screamed at me to turn around and run. But my whole body responded to his command.
"Yes, Alpha," I pulled my dress over my body, it dropped over my head and fell to the ground behind me. I was left in nothing but my matching bra and thong. My hands covered my chest on reflex.
"Let me see."
My hands dropped to my sides.
I lowered myself into his lap, facing him. His eyes peered into mine, and I could feel his hot breath fan my face. His dick responded to all my moves, hardening against my now-moist vagina. I swallowed hard, allowing my lips to part in a ragged breath. His hands trailed up to my waist.
"No touching."
At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt was forced to grow up far sooner than she should have. Born to a cruel father and a weak mother, she quickly realized she had to become the breadwinner for herself and her sister. Nothing else mattered to her, not even the hottest men. In fact, she despised them. After one horrific night, she swore never to have any contact with the male species again. That was, until she started working for him as his stripper.
Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, thirty, was the most feared Alpha in the country. Burdened by his own share of life's struggles, he had learned only to be cruel and reckless, rejecting not one but two mates. But what happens when he discovers yet another mate, and she turns out to be his stripper?
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.
The Contract Wife: Marriage Of Malice
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.
Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.
Death By Breathing
Females are claimed. Controlled. Bred.
Alex swore she would die before becoming any man’s possession.
Fiercely independent and determined to escape the fate forced on women like her, Alex has spent years surviving under the radar. But everything changes when the powerful Vandicoff brothers—three ruthless Alpha rulers—discover she is their true mate.
The moment they claim her, war ignites.
Alex refuses to submit to their bond, their authority, or the dangerous pull between them. She fights every command, every touch, every instinct threatening to drag her under. But the more she resists, the more obsessed the brothers become.
What begins as a battle for control soon sends shockwaves through the entire Alpha world, threatening the Vandicoff empire itself.
Can Alex survive three possessive Alphas without losing herself in the process?
Or will the one thing she craves most—love—become the very thing that destroys her?













