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The Triplet Alphas’ Curse: Rejected by the Wolfless Luna.

Nate’s fingers closed around Aire’s wrist. “You felt it,” he murmured. “The bond.” Aire’s pulse raced, but she didn’t pull away. “Feeling it,” she said softly, “doesn’t mean I’m keeping it.” ......... Aire has always been cursed, wolfless, silver-haired, tolerated, and never wanted. A punishment, the elders say, for the sin her father committed against the Moon Goddess. In a world where power is measured by the strength of your wolf and the purity of your bloodline, she is neither. She survives quietly under her uncle’s roof, enduring humiliation because survival is better than being cast out. One fateful ball, the mate bond snapped when three wolves claimed her at once. Xanden. Alaric. Nate. The Alpha triplets who rule their territory like a united front of teeth and pride. The same men everyone assumed would claim someone else, someone stronger, and someone worthy. And not her. Aire does the only thing she can think to do. She rejects them. However, Alphas are not meant to be rejected. Especially not by a cursed girl with no wolf. Now, instead of being ignored, she’s watched. Instead of being pitied, she’s claimed. The triplets don’t want romance. They want control. They drag her into their territory, into their politics, into a royal system filled with spies, rival houses, and daughters raised to become queens. Aire begins to realize something terrifying. The mate bond may not be her greatest danger. Making the Alphas feel might be. She is either destined to rule beside them… Or die before she ever gets the chance.
Lizbella · 12.6k Views

Heart Full Of Scars

Andrea Paisley has carried scars long before anyone could see them. From the age of six, school was never a safe place. Classmates mocked her, calling her ugly, a monkey, and worse. A strict teacher seemed to hate her for reasons she never understood, turning every school day into something she had to survive rather than live. Years of bullying slowly carved deep wounds into Andrea’s heart, leaving her angry, guarded, and struggling with her mental health. But through the chaos of elementary school, there was one person she could never fully hate. Matthew Neyman. They argued, spread rumors about each other, and clashed constantly—but sometimes, in rare quiet moments, they helped each other. Matthew became Andrea’s first crush, even if their relationship was built more on conflict than kindness. By the time school ended, Andrea tried to bury those feelings and forget him completely… even though part of her never really could. High school is supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, Andrea finds herself facing new battles. Samuel Daňko, her sharp-tongued classmate, seems to hate everything about her—calling her aggressive, cringe, and impossible to deal with. Yet the more they clash, the more complicated their relationship becomes. Then there’s Tom Čonka, the quiet boy she secretly finds attractive. He barely speaks to her, always distant, always out of reach. And the worst part? Matthew, Samuel, and Tom all already have girlfriends. Matthew is dating Vanessa Příhodová, a girl who seems to have everything Andrea never did—beauty, confidence, and love. Andrea begins to believe she’s cursed. Every time she meets someone new at a party in the city and lets herself hope for a moment, the next day reality crushes her again. Love always seems to belong to someone else. But as old memories resurface and new conflicts ignite, Andrea must face the truth about her past, her scars, and the fragile hope that maybe—just maybe—someone out there could still see her heart beneath the pain. Because sometimes the deepest scars are the ones that lead you to the person who understands them.
Andrea_Johnson800 · 10.3k Views

Black Luna: The Alpha King's Rejected Curse

No one talks about the Black Moon. They say children born beneath its ink-stained light are cosmic errors, mistakes corrected before their seventh winter. At eighteen, I am the error that lived. As the Alpha’s daughter, I should have been royalty. Instead, I am a ghost in my father’s house, treated like rot beneath the floorboards and never touched without heavy gloves. I have no wolf and no future—until the night I am rejected by my fated mate. When my heart breaks, the sky breaks with it. The moon turns black, lightning strikes, and a plague begins to destroy my pack from the inside out. The Priests’ verdict is simple: to save the wolves, the "curse" must be bled dry. Sentenced to death, I steal one final night of freedom in the neon haze of a forbidden club. There, I meet a dangerous stranger with a deal that tastes like sin and salvation. Yes, they called me a mistake. They called me a sacrifice. But when I return for the Bloodline rituals, the Goddess didn’t choose my sister to save the world. She chose me. Now, the Kings of wolves, mages, and vampires are coming for me; they all want a piece of the Black Luna to tip the scales of war. They think they can buy my blood, my presence, or my hand in marriage… They are wrong, because the shadow beneath my skin… is finally hungry. Excerpt: "You're a long way from the attic, little curse," he says, his voice a low, silk-wrapped growl. "I'm a few hours from an altar," I shoot back, my sassy edge finding its footing. "I figured I'd see what the world looks like before I'm bled dry for it." He leans down, his breath warm against my ear. "The Blood-Claw pack is foolish. They think they can solve a plague by killing the only thing the Goddess actually bothered to mark?” "They think I'm a mistake. Who are you to tell them otherwise?" He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his silver gaze pinning me in place. "I’m the Prince," he says, the title sounding like a threat. "And that’s enough.” He reaches out, his thumb grazing my jawline, tracing the path where my father’s hand usually leaves a bruise. I should flinch, but the shadow in my blood is purring at his touch. “I have a proposal, Iskera. If you go back alone, you die at dawn,” he whispers, his eyes darkening. "They’ll open your throat to appease a Goddess who isn't even listening. But if you go back as my property? If you wear my ring and carry my name?" He leans closer, his lips inches from mine, his scent of sandalwood and winter air filling my senses. "Not even your father would dare draw his knife against what belongs to me."
roby_ · 12.5k Views