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Beneath His Skin

Just a heads up: this story is set in an ancient world, but the characters might occasionally sound a bit more modern. I wanted to keep it lively and relatable, so don’t be surprised if you catch some phrases or expressions that feel like they belong in today’s world! ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** Caution: This book contains mature content and is intended for adult readers only. She was too weak to stand beside him. And his heart already belonged to another. Azura Moryn knows the rules of the Crescent Moon Pack:power is everything, and without it, you are nothing. Rankless and orphaned, she has survived on the edges by being invisible. But invisibility is not weakness, it’s a choice. Behind her quiet exterior is a resilient spirit, a surprising bravery, and a clumsy, lovable heart that refuses to be crushed, even when the odds are impossible. Rhydor Drakemire has everything. Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, feared and respected. Groomed for greatness. And deeply in love with the woman he plans to make his Luna. So when fate makes Azura his mate, the choice is simple. He rejects her. A weakling has no place beside an Alpha. And he refuses to give up the woman he loves. The bond should have shattered. Instead, something ancient awakens. Forbidden magic stirs beneath the pack lands. Golden light erupts. Pain tears through them both. And when they wake, the world is wrong. Azura opens her eyes inside the Alpha’s body, strong, powerful, untouchable. Rhydor wakes in hers, powerless, scorned, and unseen. Now their souls switch without warning, trapping them in each other’s skin while enemies circle closer and the pack begins to fracture. Every secret they uncover changes what they thought they knew, about strength, about weakness, about each other. And beyond the pack borders, a brutal Alpha King rises, draining Lunas and hunting power in his obsession with immortality. Old prophecies resurface. Whispers spread of a truth long buried: Only a female Alpha can bring him down. As forbidden magic stirs and betrayal creeps closer than loyalty, an ancient legacy refuses to stay buried any longer. Azura is about to learn the truth of her own blood. And the mate Rhydor rejected may be the one fate chose to change everything. Some bonds are broken by pride. Some curses are written in blood. And some destinies can only be uncovered… ***** Author's little message Dear gentle readers... who am I kidding? I'm just a regular person who loves writing and wanted to share this story with you. Hi everyone! This is only my second book. I'm still learning, but I love these characters with my whole heart. I fell in love with Azura the moment I started writing her. She's stubborn, brave, and never gives up. And Rhydor? He'll frustrate you, make you want to shake him, and then surprise you when you least expect it. I hope you'll love them as much as I do. This story is set in an ancient world, just wolves, magic, mysterious creatures, old secrets and of course my imaginations I promise you this: I will give this story my very best. This is going to be a long journey with twists, tears, and moments that will make you scream (sorry in advance). But I hope you'll stick with me. Your comments mean everything. Every thought, every heart tells me there are real people feeling things alongside me. And your feedback? I want it all. The good, the bad, the "why would you do this to me?!" Every comment helps me grow. So thank you for being here. Thank you for giving my story a chance. Let's take this journey together. Muah!!!
Stephie_writes · 32.2k Views

Three Alphas, Fated To One, Played By One, But Mated To One

Valerie Jude was once the beloved daughter of the pack’s greatest warrior, until her father was executed for a crime he swore he never committed. Branded as a traitor’s daughter, she was stripped of her status and forced into slavery within the very pack her father once protected. For eight years, Valerie lived in silence, enduring humiliation, beatings, and hunger in the shadows of the pack house. Stripped of dignity, forced to survive as a slave, she learned one rule: endure, or die. Even her wolf became a secret she could never reveal; because the truth behind her father’s death was more dangerous than she ever imagined. On the eve of the future alpha’s ascension, Valerie stumbles upon a conversation she was never meant to hear. A sick bet. A calculated betrayal. And a truth that shatters her remaining hope. The man she trusted is not her savior, but one of her tormentors. The alpha who ruined her life… is her fated mate. To him, the sacred mate bond is not a blessing, it is a punishment. A humiliation he plans to repay with cruelty, rejection, and destruction. To the others, Valerie is nothing more than a prize to be used and discarded. But fate was never done with her. As three alphas close in on her, each with their own twisted intentions or dark desires, Valerie stands at the edge of something far more dangerous than suffering. The awakening of the wolf she was forced to silence. When the truth behind her father’s execution begins to surface, and her wolf stirs once more, the pack will learn too late: The girl they broke was never weak. And the mate they planned to destroy… Was never meant to kneel.
FlamingHorse · 107.2k Views

The Alpha Billionaire's Fake Mate

He rejected me in front of everyone, called my bloodline poison then destroyed me. Five years ago, Cassian Vandenberg, billionaire Alpha of the Obsidian Pack publicly shredded our mating bond during the ceremony, condemning me as the daughter of the rogue wolf who massacred his family. What he didn't know: I was already carrying his child from a night neither of us remembers. Now he's back with a contract: pretend to be his mate for one year to break the curse destroying his empire, and he'll fund my failing sanctuary. I agree, not for the money, but for access to the pack that destroyed my father's name. Finally, I can get my revenge. Simple, professional and purely business. Except someone is hunting in the shadows. Wolves circle my sanctuary at night. His ex-fiancée watches me with calculating eyes, his uncle offers sympathies that taste like poison and Cassian's brother keeps leaving cryptic warnings: Trust no one especially family. Cassian thinks I'm hiding something, he's right. Because our daughter isn't just powerful she's impossible and the curse is killing his empire? It's not about business, it's about blood. His blood, my blood and the monster who's been pulling the strings since before we were born. Some secrets are buried for protection while others are buried because when they surface, they don't just burn they consume everything. He wanted a fake mate to save his legacy, I needed access to destroy mine. Neither of us expected the past to have claws or for the real monster to be someone we love. The rejection was just the beginning. About the truth? It's so much worse than either of us imagined.
Abt · 903 Views

Blood Syllables on Silver Ashes

"Some lives are born from the frozen silence of a grave." Vespera is a bloody paradox walking through the snows of Alberta. The only legacy of a cursed night where a vampire's cold poison and a wolf’s feral rage knotted within a dead human womb. She is a hybrid baptized by her mother’s final breath; she is the one who survived by sucking life from death. As an unbranded Omega, there was no place for her—not even on the dustiest shelves of this brutal hierarchy. Yet, Vespera’s eyes were never on the arrogant thrones of vampires or the blood-stained leadership of wolves. Her only dream wasthe small, fragile family she built with a handful of outcasts. She was naive enough to believe she could flee from her destiny; but in the lands ruled by High Alpha Varg, every escape was merely a red carpet rolled out for the predator. When Varg—the High Alpha of cold iron and silver wrath—found her in the darkness of the prophecies and the silence of her unawakened wolf, what he offered was not a rescue. It was a sinister bargain that touched the most intimate agonies of her soul.The High Alpha’s voice was as cold as a blade’s edge, yet filled with a lethal promise: "When the rhythm of that heart, born from a dead womb, begins to beat only for my name... that is when you will survive the true hell within my own heart, Vespera. Do not just give me your submission... Give me those bloody syllables that have never been heard before." As silver ashes fall one by one from the sky, Vespera must make a choice: She will either vanish as a silent syllable in the claws of a monster, or she will turn herunawakened wolf into a nightmare that will stain all of Alberta in blood. "Those born of death can only be sealed in blood."
SılaEbru · 2.2k Views

Return of the Luna

Lyra has spent her life surviving on the edges of a world that was never built for her. With no family name and no protection, she takes a job as a maid in the most powerful wolf estate in the city, a place of polished marble floors, strict rules, and quiet cruelty. Behind its white walls lives an Alpha whose authority is absolute, whose presence commands obedience, and whose name no one speaks lightly. Lyra’s only goal is survival. Until the day she feels it. The bond. Instant. Unmistakable. Dangerous. He feels it too. But an Alpha does not claim a maid. Instead of announcing her as his mate, he keeps her hidden summoned in silence, desired in shadows, touched behind closed doors where no one will see. To the world, she remains invisible. To him, she becomes a secret he refuses to acknowledge in daylight. Lyra is not weak. She is not naïve. And she is not in love with the illusion of power. As weeks pass, the estate reveals its true nature humiliation disguised as discipline, control masked as order, desire twisted into possession. The Alpha’s need for her grows stronger, but so does his fear of what claiming her would cost him. And when the time comes, he chooses his title over his mate. He rejects her. Publicly. Broken but not destroyed, Lyra leaves the estate with nothing but her pride and the bond that refuses to disappear. Cast out and alone on unfamiliar streets, she is forced to survive once again until another pack finds her. But Lyra is no longer just a maid. She has seen power up close. She has learned how it operates. And she has discovered something even the Alpha does not yet understand: A rejected mate does not mean a weak one. And when she rises again, she will not be the girl who once knelt on marble floors. She will be something far more dangerous.
MoodInWords · 11.3k Views

The Feral Alpha's Captive

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut
Lilac_Everglade · 218.9k Views