Alice Moore

All my life, my greatest desire has been to gain recognition—not as a "silver-fur from a small pack," but as a respected healer, and a mate who is more than just a name on a mating bond.
I once thought that in the cold Blackmane Pack, I could find a glimmer of hope through Lucian's gentle courtship and the elders' recognition of our fated mate bond. But when I walked into the Moon Gathering, all I saw was him dancing with Mira under the full moon, while pack members whispered, "She will never be our Alpha female." Mira even stepped closer, her voice laced with malice: "Everyone is hoping he forgets about you... and so am I."
Betrayal, isolation, the shattering of all illusions. On the night after the coronation ceremony, I huddled in the corner of the cave, tears soaking the animal hide. Yet I still clung tightly to my herb house and persisted in my healing work—even though Lucian treated me like a stranger.
But fate loves to rub salt in wounds. Once, when I followed the hunting party to gather silver-leaf grass, Mira "accidentally" pushed me into the icy river. I watched Lucian leap into the water, only to swim straight toward her, leaving me to cling desperately to the rocks alone. His voice was as cold as the river water: "Seraphina! Hold on!"
My fingers tightened around the slippery stone, but my heart was colder than the river itself. Did our mate bond really mean nothing to him?

I thought the ring hidden in Shakespeare's Sonnets meant forever, until I found the coordinates scrawled in Crime and Punishment.

For two years, Marcus played the perfect fiancé. He kissed me among the dusty shelves, calling me his "wholesome little bookworm," while using my mother's legacy to pass secret codes. I was just his cover. His innocent front.

Curiosity led me to Pier Seven, hoping for answers. Instead, I saw the monster beneath the mask. I watched him put a bullet in a man's head without blinking, wiping the blood off his hands like it was nothing. He isn't a lover; he's a killer. And now that I know his secret, I have to run before I become the next "accident."

“She’s my mother, not yours.”
“Abigail, be a good girl. This is your honor.”
“If there is a next life, I’ll make you pay for this.”
I was tied to the stake and burned alive by the family I loved; betrayed by the “mother” who had been poisoning me for eighteen years, abandoned by the sister who wore my scent like a mask.


Abigail is the wolfless outcast of the Crimson Fang Pack. She was raised on lies, her wolf never meant to awaken. Until one night, her family ties her to the stake and burns her alive in the name of “sacrificing to the Luna to protect the pack.”
When she opens her eyes again, she’s back at seventeen—before it all began. Armed with the truth of her past life, she must tear apart the carefully laid conspiracy that stole her future.
Can she do it?
Can she awaken her wolf?
Can she find her fated mate?

“Keep being my fiancée, and I can pretend nothing happened tonight.”

That was the first thing my fiancé said to me after I publicly exposed the video of him cheating.

Everyone knows I’m just a mixed-blood orphan taken in by the Sterling family.

Cowardly. Ordinary. Hidden behind thick glasses—the lowest of the low in the eyes of pureblood werewolves.

So they were certain of one thing—

Even if my fiancé betrayed me, I wouldn’t dare fight back.

But what they don’t know is that the rarest bloodline in the werewolf world runs through my veins: the Golden Wolf.

By accident, I saved the most noble—and most dangerous—man in the werewolf world: Alexander, heir to the Arctic Wolves.

Cold. Powerful. Untouchable… yet he alone loses control when it comes to my scent.

And as he draws closer, I begin to realize:

My fiancé’s lies, my uncle’s hold over me, my parents’ disappearance…

They all have everything to do with the Golden Wolf blood in my body.

They all want to use me.

But Alexander cages me in his arms, locks eyes with me, and says:

“Fiona, you can hate me—but don’t ever think you can leave me.”

I thought he was my salvation.

Until I discovered—

His interest in me might have been for the Golden Wolf blood inside me all along.

If even he has been lying to me,

then this time… who can I trust?

"Tell me to stop," Samuel murmured, his fingers sliding into Amelia's soaked panties, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch.
"Samuel... we can't—" Her protest was cut off by his searing kiss.
"Say it," he repeated, his thumb pressing against her sensitive clit. "Tell me you don't want me."
But she couldn't. His other hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, letting her feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach.
"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, his fingers beginning to move in and out slowly. "Say it, and I'll stop."
She should have pushed him away.
After losing her family, her fortune, and the name she'd carried for eighteen years, love was the one thing she couldn't afford.
But when four powerful men refused to let go, walking away became nearly impossible.
Amelia had once been the perfect heiress—beautiful, privileged, untouchable.
Until the real daughter came home.
Cast aside by the wealthy family who raised her, Amelia entered college with nothing but her pride and the will to survive.
But just as she hit rock bottom, four men crashed into her world:
The loyal football star who worshipped her like a goddess.
The arrogant heir who refused to lose her.
The forbidden professor who'd break every rule for her.
And the ruthless lawyer who destroyed her life—yet couldn't stay away.
They all want her.
They all refuse to let her go.
And Amelia is no longer willing to choose.
Because when four kings are fighting for one woman…
why should she choose only one?