Sophie Mcdorman

""This is wrong..."" she whimpered pleasure consuming her. “You want me just as much as I want you, give in to your desires sweetheart and I’ll make you feel so f*ck*ng good, that you won't ever want another man to touch you,” he whispered huskily making her core throb. That was what she was afraid of, that when he was done with her, she would be left broken… Scarlett Malone was a feisty headstrong young she-wolf, blessed by the moon goddess as the first Alpha Female. Moving to a new town with her mother to start afresh, they were welcomed into a new pack and a new family. Things became complicated when she begins to feel attracted to her handsome, smart, and cocky stepbrother, the future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Will she be able to overcome the illicit thoughts that consume her mind and awaken a pleasure deep within her? or would she push even her own boundaries and explore the forbidden feelings that burned within her?

Rune lunges forward and cups either sides of my cheeks, forcing me to look in his eyes and deeper into his dark pupils that are widening. "You will forget what happened tonight. After I leave, you will go to bed and wake up with no memory of what transpired between us." How I got here? I have no d*mn clue. I'm a Werewolf. The only Werewolf in a school of Lycans. I know what you're thinking. Aren't werewolves and Lycans the same? Trust me, they are not. It wasn't supposed to go this way. I should be in the Academy for Werewolves. I should be worshiped as the Alpha King's daughter and treated with love and respect. I should be threading the halls with my mate, hands entwined. But here I am, eating dirt from the hands of the hottest, meanest male in school. Rune Wilder, son of the Lycan King. It doesn't make it any better that the Goddess's Prophecy is upon us. The Hekate, Bringer of All Ruin has awakened. I must work with the b*st*rd Lycan Prince and the students at the school--who would totally love to spit on my corpse--to prevent the annihilation of our people with the return of the Hekate. I hate this stupid school. I hate the prophecy. I hate the Lycans. I want an out of this, but I have none. Can it get any worse? Oh yes. The Hekate wants me.

Synopsis: Lady Rihanna, as she was usually called. The next Beta of the Black Hills Pack and the eldest child of Beta Sam, right hand of the Alpha King. But she was never accorded those respect and was rather hated, humiliated and ostracized from her pack for offending the Princess when she was a nine year old. Many times she tried to show that she can be a good backbone to the future of Black Hills Pack, many times she had been suppressed. No one believed she could, she was just a weak wolf and disgrace to her father. And that was the best part; no one remembered her Silver Wolf, if they did, they’d have realized she was the key to a prophecy made years ago. A prophecy that made her the greatest wolf in the land, a prophecy not even the Alpha King could prevent. All the bad things could happen to her, get rejected, leave her pack, separate from her twin brother, be hunted for being a rogue BUT she had a d*mn silver wolf to protect her and that’s what they all forgot about, the power of a silver wolf.

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.

When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories. At the time, I never gave them much thought. Thinking they were just that… stories. Growing up, I soon realized that they weren’t lofty fantasies and fairy tales but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to sh*t. You see, what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story becomes, there is always a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact. My grandmother used to tell me stories of the Chosen One—the one who would save us all. When I was younger, I used to believe that what she said was true. Eventually, someone would be born, just as the Oracle predicted—someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up and saw the world unfolding around me, I no longer believed in salvation. The chosen one seemed to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something in which we needed to find hope when there wasn’t any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe in this so-called salvation? Especially when all we witnessed was death and carnage ever since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories and used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now, though, I see it for what it really is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dangerous; it makes you believe things will get better. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache.

Ava is a girl who was abandoned by her parents in the Riverdale Pack when she was just four years old. Ava has been maltreated verbally and physically by the Pack members and especially by Mia, the Alpha's daughter. What will happen when she finds out that the most feared Alpha is her mate? Will she heal from the pains that her old pack caused her and will she allow nature to take cause in her life? Will she be able to break the curse of Xavier? Meet Xavier Black, the Alpha king, who is known to be ruthless and heartless because of a curse that no one apart from his family knows about. Xavier was cursed when he was twelve years old by a witch in the woods that night that he would die if the black lines covers his enter chest and the only way for the curse to be broken was if I found true love from his mate because he was wicked to her. Will Xavier be able to conquer the heart of his abused Mate even though she is so scared of even sharing the same room with him? Will the curse be able to be broken before his dies. Come along with me to the journey of Xavier and Ava as their lives is tested by fate.