Sansa

One Night. One Mistake. One Lifetime of Consequences.

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

I thought I knew Sunny Hayes.
The mysterious transfer student with ocean-blue eyes who saved me from my bullies. The hottest guy I'd ever met. The one who made my heart race with a single glance.
I was wrong.
On his nineteenth birthday, everything changed.
We were in my bedroom. Moonlight spilled across his bare chest as he hovered over me, eyes dark with hunger. When I whispered he could do whatever he wanted, desire crashed across his face like a wave. His kisses trailed down my neck. His hand slid under my bra, thumb brushing my nipple. Heat exploded through me. Then his mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet and—
Pain.
Sharp, sudden pain.
His grip had changed. I felt points—claws—digging into my skin. My eyes flew open.
Golden eyes stared back. Not ocean-blue. These glowed like an animal's in the dark.

Fangs pressed against his lower lip.
"Sunny?" I breathed, frozen.
He jerked away, staring at his own hands in horror. Actual claws where his fingernails should be. Claws that had left thin red scratches across my breast.
That's when I understood: my boyfriend—the boy I'd trusted with everything—wasn't human.
He was a werewolf.


WARNING: Mature Readers Only.

Citlali spent thirteen years believing she was human—just an unlucky girl beaten by her father and tormented by village children who called her "lizard girl." She never questioned why her life was hell. She just tried to survive.
Until the night everything shattered.
Her father came to her room drunk, intent on rape. When Citlali screamed that he was her father, he laughed and told her the truth: she wasn't his daughter at all. Just some "wild bastard" he and his wife had found abandoned on a roadside years ago. She'd been three or four years old then—old enough to talk, to remember—but Citlali has no memory of anything.
In her terror and rage, her body exploded into something impossible: a massive white wolf with silver eyes. She tore him apart and fled into the forest, only to be captured by wolf hunters with silver weapons.
She would have died in their cage if a wolf pack hadn't raided the camp and freed her.
The pack took her in, but Citlali could barely function in this new world. She didn't know their customs, their language, or how to be a wolf. Learning to survive as a wolf was harder than surviving as a human ever was.

Can she build a new life among strangers? Or will the past she can't remember come back to her and change everything?

One Night. One Mistake. One Life Turned Upside Down.
I thought I was waiting for love. Instead, I got fucked by another man.
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, Marcus." I managed to say.
"Who the fuck is Marcus?"
My blood turned to ice. And when the lights finally came on—Damien Sinclair stared back at me.CEO of Sinclair Industries.
The most untouchable man in New York.
My boss.
I ran from that hotel room humiliated and terrified, praying I would never see him again！
But weeks later, I woke up pregnant !
And suddenly, the cold, untouchable Damien demanded more than my attention—he demanded a contract, a marriage, a place in a world I had never belonged to.
He’s commanding, relentless, and impossible to read. I’m terrified of his power, yet every stolen glance, every accidental touch pulls me deeper. There’s no pretending anymore: we’re entwined, bound by a child neither of us expected, yet neither of us can resist.
There is no other choice for me but to chose this cage. My body also betrays me, craving the man who ruined me.
WARNING: Mature Readers Only