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"""I don't want you as I mate!""he said once again, turning his face to spit on the side. ""I, Sam Knight, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, reject you, Violet Windsor, as my mate and future Luna!"" ------------ Violet has been termed the Daughter of Dark Moon Pack's Traitor. After her father the previous Beta of the pack betrayed the pack and also the Luna died protecting her from death Violet became the most hated member of the pack. So the bullying started especially from her ex best friend the Luna's Son Sam. Sam made sure to make her life a living hell but what happens when it seems the Moon Goddess has an entirely different plan and makes them Mate. What happens when the only person supposed to love Violet hates her the most?"

“Whose touch made you cry for more tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Yours,” I whispered, my voice unsteady. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me closer, his words rough against my spine. “Liar. She trembled for me.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude murmured, his breath hot at my throat. “Let her beg until she remembers who she belongs to.” I was shaking, caught between them, their shadows and their heat pressing in from every side. All I could do was breathe, “Yes… don’t stop.” And they didn’t. Like they never could. Like I was theirs, all three of theirs. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire—died. Her mother, broken with grief, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with debts threatening to drown her, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer themselves to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something shifted the moment they touched her. Now they want her—claimed, marked, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

"For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love. But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night. Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all—his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine. Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love. And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim. But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun… is that he never truly lets you go. ""Try to leave me, Elodie,"" his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. ""I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."" He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door. And when I finally left his pack… I took more than just my broken heart with me."

Winnie Vance worked herself to death at her corporate job. So when she transmigrated into a romance novel as a submissive, tragic doormat forced to marry into the ultra-wealthy Clifford family, she made a firm, immediate decision: Absolutely not. She didn't survive a past-life heart attack just to play the victim in a toxic family drama. This time, she wasn't going to be nice. She was going to choose absolute, unfiltered chaos. When her arrogant new uncle sneers at her, Winnie doesn't argue. She just quietly hangs herself in effigy on his bedroom door overnight, giving him a near-fatal panic attack. When her bratty teen brother-in-law calls her a gold-digger at the family dinner, Winnie breaks down sobbing—then pulls a flawless backflip, kicks him over, flips the entire banquet table, and runs screaming around the mansion. And her aloof, billionaire husband, Clement Clifford? Winnie sends him a sweet text across the ocean: “Hey honey, hope you're doing great in Canada! Are your bowel movements regular?” Everyone in the Clifford family is convinced Winnie has completely lost her mind. They beg Clement to come home and deal with his unhinged wife. But when Clement finally rushes back, he opens the door to find Winnie happily slithering across the living room floor like a giant worm. And the worst part? He thinks it’s kind of… cute.