Shapeshifters

After being rejected by her fated mate, Olivia thinks she'll never find love again until two dragons pull up to the dinner where she works. Jay and Killian know that Olivia was meant to be theirs and they're both willing to do anything it takes to show her. Olivia agrees to be mated to the dragons. They'll give her everything that she's always dreamed of, everything that's she's craved, someone to belong to. Olivia will be theirs in mind and body. What happens when the man who rejected her and broke her heart shows back up? Despite rejecting her, Olivia can't help but still be drawn to Nick. He's the father of her child and even though she doesn't want to, she can't help the way she's drawn to him still. Secrets come to light but will Killian and Jay be willing to share Olivia or will they push her into her mate's arms? Or will the dragons end up claiming them both?

She left her past behind when her world crumbled—betrayed by love, abandoned by her pack, and burdened by loss. One wild night in Europe changed everything: a s*xy stranger, stolen kisses, and her first time… that left her with a surprise she never expected. Now a full-time writer and single mom, Elara returns to her old pack after years away, only to walk straight into the wedding of the century—the Alpha King’s wedding. But when the groom turns to her, their eyes lock, and he growls one word that stops the ceremony cold: “Mine.” Oh. Crap. Worse? He just noticed her toddler. And growled again: “My pup.” Let the chaos begin. Weddings, werewolves, jealous exes, awkward family dinners, steamy revenge kisses, and fated mate drama collide in this uproarious, s*xy, and heart-melting ride of second chances, found family, and unexpected love.

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."

"You're not my mate!" Beta Gavin Marino screams, his anger evident. "I can't accept you. No one will ever accept you after what you did." "I reject you, Gavin Marino!" The words stun me even as I say them. My heart aches, but it's what's best. He hates me. No one will ever love me. I cry silently, but I wipe my tears away. Crying doesn't change anything. I need to leave this pack before I lose myself completely. Gavin accepts my rejection, though he seems to be in pain, even though it's what he wanted. I turn and walk away, heading back to the packhouse where everyone treats me with disdain. A few days later, I feel relentless. I can't bear the pain any longer. On a rainy night, I make my escape. However, I'm brutally attacked on the border of the Sapphire Lycan Royal Pack. Falling in and out of consciousness, I hear a roar that shakes my core and the ground beneath me. "You touched my mate; you'll pay for this!" It can't be—it's the voice of the most powerful man in the realm, the Lycan King, Alpha Nicholas Lavista. I feel sparks and tingles in my arm. "I've got you now." Those words guide me into the darkness. Apphia's life has been harsh and brutal. She has faced mistreatment from her pack members and suffered the pain of her mate's brutal rejection. Feeling completely alone, her circumstances take a dramatic turn on a fateful night when she encounters her second-chance mate—the powerful and dangerous lycan Alpha. Little does she know that she is in for the ride of her life. As things become increasingly complicated, Apphia discovers that she is no ordinary wolf. Tormented by threats to her life, she must confront her deepest fears.

“You shouldn’t be here, you're the Alpha King and Liam's uncle.” I managed to say, trying to resist his touch. He chuckled deeply, “You forgot one more thing” he said simply, brushing his thumb over my lower lips. “What is that?” I whispered almost inaudibly. “I'm also your mate.” He murmured, leaning towards me. “What do you want from me?” I asked, feeling so confused. “Isn't it obvious?” He asked with a smirk, “I want you.” . . Aria is heartbroken, when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, betrays and brutally rejects her. Seeking for temporary comfort, she finds herself in the arms of a mysterious stranger who offers her the comfort she desperately craves that night, under the influence of a sexual stimulant and she flees the next morning. To her shock, she discovers her passionate night was spent with her ex-mate's uncle, the Alpha King, Alpha Knox Blackwood, who is also her second chance mate. Knox however is not willing to let her go. He has had a taste, and wants her for himself. Knox offers her a second chance — an opportunity to leave her past as an omega behind, and she quickly accepts. However, there are so many people not happy about this, and Knox has a dark secret. What happens when their dark pasts rise up to haunt them?

Fight between Alphas Today was our sixteenth birthday and of all the days my brother Alpha Ryker had to call an Alpha meeting on his twin sister’s birthday. To say we were p*ss*d off was an understatement. Arial and I watched from the upstairs window as Alpha’s from all over filed out of their cars before being greeted by our father and Ryker. My twin sister Arial hated the meetings just as much as me. It was one thing being twins, it was another being Lycan hybrid twins, and we always found that we copped the most stares. Once we came of age and didn’t get our wolves or shift, we knew we differed from our brother. Our mother was a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, therefore, so are we. Our brother inherited most of our father’s traits, he shifted when he was twelve and was what we call an early bloomer, but he didn’t share my mother’s Hybrid gene. Yes, he was a direct descendant like us, but for some reason he only received certain traits while my sister and I were exactly like our mother. We had no wolves and were half vampire and half Lycan. We were both saddened when we didn't get our wolves. Ryker always spoke of how much he loved his wolf growing up. But we still had each other. Being twins means you always have another half, a best friend for life, and my sister and I were incredibly close. So close, my mother sometimes had trouble telling us apart, the only giveaway being that our scents were different slightly.

I was born to be extraordinary, meant to be a powerful force among all creatures. Born to three hybrid werewolves I should have been more powerful, more magical than any creature on this earth. But I am not. My wolf's fur is silver, but I do not possess any of the abilities of a silver wolf. My witch heritage should have been enough for my powers to manifest naturally but they did not. I am nothing more than ordinary. An ordinary disappointment to the family. I am a wolf with no abilities and a human with a smart mouth that gets me into nothing but trouble. Instead of continuing to disappoint my family, I ran, and unknowingly, I ran right into the arms of my mate.

She was always a rouge. She never experienced something else. Her only family died when she was 12 years old. But now she got into a fight with other rouges and discovered a smell, that was so familiar but also so strange. Can she finally find someone who can show her what a family should be?

Harlyn thought her life would finally change for the better after a night with the alpha king who marked her, claiming her to be his. If only she knew what awaited her. She was supposed to be a quick lay, to satisfy his urge but it felt so good to be with her that he lost his senses for a moment and sank his fangs into her neck, marking her and accidentally claiming her as his. But he couldn’t keep her, she was of no use to him socially, she was a lonely orphan who wasn’t able to fully transform after she turned eighteen and therefore had no place in his elite life. He was the alpha king and he could only pick a mate that matched his status. There was only one thing to do. Reject her. That didn’t play out like he had imagined. And just like that, a whole new journey begins for the both of them.

The young mutant journalist Weidi was forced to infiltrate Xavier's mutant academy. During her investigation, she gradually came to understand this group and found herself in a difficult situation, struggling with the contradiction between her professional mission and personal emotions. If one day someone told Weidi that one day she would save all the mutants. At the age of twenty-two, Weidi would say you're talking in your sleep. If that person added one more sentence: and make every wizard live openly with the weak. At the age of twenty-two, Weidi would sneer. The winner of the Pulitzer Prize that year, the first and only British female journalist. That journalist said: "I used to be a talkative and simple girl."