Korbin Symonds-Shakespeare

This room hung with a thick stench of alcohol and cheap cigar smoke; I was doing everything I could to not cough. Not wanting to draw attention to myself. The fat man had been bringing me with him a lot recently making me sit on his lap as if he was showing me off as he would stroke my legs under the table, he had also been getting rougher with me. “F*CK” he yelled tossing me on the floor “its your fault I’m losing. D*mn distraction. You little b*tch” I curled in on myself trying to make myself smaller and just laid there at his feet. The man in the suit across the table from him stood up to collect his winnings “looks like your out.” “double or nothing?” the fat man asked The other man raised his one eyebrow cocking his head to the side “I don’t play for IOUs and your out of cash” he replied The fat man looked down at me “if I lose you can have the girl. She’s groomed and everything she’ll let you do whatever you want to her with no fuss, and she will be big enough to f*ck soon” The other man stood thinking for a minute but then he sat back down leaving the cash on the table meaning that he accepted. The dealer shuffled the cards and passed them back out. The hand didn’t last long, and I knew the fat man had lost from his angry tone before he stood up and kicked me hard in my side. His foot was coming back for a second blow when two hands pulled me up from the floor smashing me into his warm chest. He was yelling something at the fat man, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying over my ragged breathing from the kick. He turned and walked out with me still in his arms into the chilled night air. A limo waited out on the street a man held the door open for him “Sir?” the man questioned to the man that was holding me. “I don’t want to talk about it Luc” he replied “I’ll fill you in latter” he placed me on a seat and then climbed into the car taking the seat facing me. The car started moving and we sat in silence with him glaring at me for a long time. I didn’t want to make him angrier at me, so I stayed quite and looked at the floor. After what felt like forever, he moved opening a compartment on the side and pored himself a drink filling it almost to the brim before he started galping it, after finishing it, he refilled it again. The fat man often drank before he touched me, so I knew what was going to happen next. “I don’t suppose you want a drink” he held out the cup to me. The fat man had made me drink that stuff before, it was gross and made me feel sick and I didn’t want to be made to drink it again. So I got up from my seat and move towards him to do what I knew he wanted. His eyes studied me as I approached him. I reach for his pants to put my hand in. he dropped his drink on himself flinging me across the car violently. then he crossed the car buckling me into the seat. he gripped my chin forcefully pulling my face up, so I had to look him in the eyes. “Don’t ever do something like that again” he said his voice dripping with disgust I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong. He shoved himself back into his seat and shivered picking his cup back up from the floor and pulling the bottle back out. He looked like he was going to poor it into the cup and then changed his mind putting the cup down and drank right from the bottle. The rest of the ride was silent till we pulled up to a large gate. As it opened he sighed “thank the f*ck*ng goddess we are almost home. I am almost out of alcohol” someone in the front of the car chuckled in response. An hour latter the car pulled up to what looked like a hotel and a man open the door he climbed out “can one of you please get Claire and ask her to come to my office” Someone said, “yes sir” and heard footsteps moving away. “you” he pointed at me “come” I clambered out of the car I had to ran to keep up with him. He walked quickly up the stairs in the front of the building. A man ran up from behind us getting ahead of us and jerked the door open just as he got there, holding it open till I went through. A brisk walk through a lot of hallways he finally stopped at a door and walked in, I followed. I heard the door close behind me and I looked back seeing the man that had opened the car door from before. He looked over at him to “Luc, see who is on call at the hospital tonight and ask them to send someone over.” Luc nodded just once and then retreated “a female, if possible, Luc” he added as the door closed behind him. He walked over to a small bar, got out a glass and a bottle of amber liquor. Again, he looked like he was going to poor it into the cup, but he put the cup back away and walked back to the big desk in the room, sat down and put the bottle to his mouth after a long swig he put it down and rested his elbows on the desk and pinch the bridge of his nose. He sat like that till he heard a soft knock on the door. Shaking his head as if he was trying to refocus himself, he said “come in Claire” A friendly looking older women came in looking a little hesitant, but then her eyes landed on me then she looked really confused. “Claire this child will now be in your charge. A doctor will be here shortly to look her over and see what the damages are” she gave him a nod to. But kept his gaze for a moment like they were having a private conversation without talking. She started to grimmest and then nodded again and he went back to pinching the bridge of his nose. Then she turned her attention to me. “what’s your name little doll?” I just shook my head no. “No what honey?” I just shook my head again. I wasn’t going to give them my name. I knew this game. If I said my name, I would get hit and I wasn’t going to do that. There was Another knock on the door. His eyes flicked to the door at the sound and then Luc walked in with another stern looking man carrying a big red bag with a white cross on it. “Where would you like me to do this Sir” he asked. “Here is fine” he grabbed the bottle off of his desk and walked back over to the bar and chugged the rest of the bottle. Luc raised his eyebrows at him. “don’t judge” he snapped “you would be trying to scrub this night from your mind too with whatever you had on hand if you had been there. That man was vile, he had his finger in her at the table like it was something normal. Then she tried to touch my d*ck in the car ride back here” This time everyone cringed and gave a little shiver of disgust. “Okay” said the doctor “let’s get this over with. Claire, do you mind helping? I think it will be easier for her if a woman helps. Given what she has been through” “Arms up little doll” Claire chimed, bending down and grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it up over my head quickly before I put my arms back down. Someone gasped, I wrapped my arms around myself trying to cover up. I had no idea what they had planned for me, and I had never been naked in front of so many people before. Then Claire picked me up from under my arms and plopped me down on the desk. “What next Doc” Claire asked “Can you get her to lay down and put her hands above her head so I can have a listen and check her broken ribs.” Claire pushed me down gently turning my body and pulled my legs up, so I was laying flat on top of the desk. “Okay little doll I need you to move your hands so that the doctor can look at your boo boos” she said as she pulled my hands from around me and pulled them above my head. She kept my hands in hers without much pressure but enough to make sure I didn’t pull free to cover myself again. The doctor poked at my new bruises, and I s*ck*d in a sharp breath from the pain and tried not to cry; but I could feel the water pooling in my eyes and I hoped that no one noticed. The doctor put something in his ears, listened to my chest and looked at his watch. He pulled out a light and asked me to open wide. I open my mouth and he looked in. next he moved to my legs he placed one of his hands on one of my ankles and pulled a little to open my legs. The moment he did that I tried to pull my hands free from Claire. Her grip tightened holding them firmly in place. But at the same time the leg the doctor had touched swung hard kicking him in the face. I hadn’t meant to it was just a fear reaction. Luc rushed forward, “Tobis I will hold one you hold the other” Luc said to the man standing at the bar who looked like he was about to be sick. But he came over and held onto my other leg. Ray, the small voice that lived in the back of my mind spoke to me like she always did when I was terrified. I had given her my name since I could no longer have it. (Let me take over) she urged at me. I let her take over control of my body so I could go into the back of my mind to hide. Then my body went limp like it always did when she took over. She wasn’t fighting them, she just let my body go dead like I should have done to begin with. The Doctor came back with a bloody nose, and I knew I was going to have to pay the price for my reaction. But I knew Ray would stay till that was over. She always took the worst part of everything so I wouldn’t have to feel it. It was like being in the back seat of my brain, I could still see and hear what was going on but had no control because it was no longer me. The doctor put gloves on and went in between my legs with his light. He just barely touched me and then stood back up. Everyone then let go of me and Claire sat me up and put my dress back over my head and pulled my arms through the sleeves. The one called Tobis who had been chugging Liquor like he needed to breath, bolted to the corner of the room and was now vomiting in the wastebin. The Doctor eyed him and asked, “you okay Alpha?” which confused me because I was sure the one called Luc had called him Tobis.

My name is Katia; I want to find my fated mate and live a peaceful life raising our pups. The problem is I have holes in my memories and don’t understand who or what I am. I know I am a werewolf, but I am also something else. Rejection is the last straw! I am not worthy is the reason he gives. The pain doubles me over; my wolf is whimpering in my head, and tears are running down my face. I whispered my acceptance of his rejection and took off running. I ran through the pack house out across the green manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me, and our life has been difficult. She whispers," It's not your fault, Katia." I don't know how long or far we ran, but we came to a cliff with a waterfall. The pain from the rejection is unbearable, and the hurt keeps pounding at me. I know I am missing something. Aza, my wolf, feels it, too; she says we are more than regular werewolves and are here for a reason. We cannot remember the reason. I stand staring at the water running over and down, creating the fall. I wonder what the reason is for the millionth time. Why can I or Aza not remember? Does it have something to do with the way others treat us? The way we have been sent to live with different people since the death of our parents? Does it have something to do with why my fated rejected me? I am tired of figuring out why our memories do not make sense. My sweet girl and I want peace, but we do not know how to obtain it. I stand staring into the oblivion of the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. So I stand there rejected, half a wolf, speaking with my Wolfie, my nickname for Aza, debating what we should do next. Someone was yelling my name from the direction I ran. I do not want to go back there. I hear laughter. Turning, I glance down over the cliff. There is another pack having a barbecue. The adults are laughing and watching the pups play. What looks to be the Alpha, beta, and gamma of the pack are in the water playing Marco Polo with some of the children. They look so happy and carefree. I want that. I wonder if Aza and I ever have a life like that.

Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners. ** Just hop on for the ride. I promise it will be an unforgettable, seductive journey.

Turning back to me and the pack, he announced, "I am taking a chosen mate befitting of the position of the Luna of this great pack." His announcement didn't come as a shocker to me. I sort of expected it, but I thought he'd surprise me. I thought that the mate bond wouldn't be this weak. Looking at me squarely, he said, "I, Alpha Karsten Shadowcroft of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Amelia Holloway as my mate." My knees buckled after hearing his words, and a sudden weakness spread through my limbs. ******* Amelia Holloway had always yearned for a mate to help her escape her miserable life. Despite being wolfless, she had a chance to find him on her 18th birthday because it was the night of the blood moon. But fate dealt a cruel hand. Her mate turned out to be Alpha Karsten, the man who tormented her for years. Not only did he reject her, but he chose another over her, shattering her already fragile world. With all hopes of getting her freedom and finding love lost, a chance encounter with the Lycan King, Alexander Blackthorn, brought a ray of hope into her life. Can Amelia escape her past and embrace this newfound hope, or will betrayal tear it all down? What happens when skeletons from the past come lurking? Will her love triumph over everything?

After witnessing many deaths of her mates, her world became completely grey. Especially after the rejection that could last a lifetime. Not a drop of color or hint of taste, Sheila told herself that it was best to stay defected, so she left her pack into a world where no one knew her. That was until she saw the most vibrant blue came into being, then came the red color. She found the unexpected pairing with an Alpha wolf and Alpha tiger. It was a surprise, but exactly what the Goddess wanted for her. How can she stay away from another chance at love? Is it really adviceable to stay after the mystery of her previous mates deaths? Sheila was torn between rejecting her new mates and staying for the thrills and joy that comes with being loved.

Future Alpha Wesley Stone's teacher assigns his class a pen pal project with a class located in another state. The young Alpha soon finds himself forming a close snail mail friendship with a young, orphaned human girl, Haven Kenway. Over time, they lose touch, but neither forgets the other. Years pass, and Haven now lives in one of the towns near Wesley's pack. When they finally meet in person, sparks fly, and neither can resist the attraction they feel for each other. As secrets about Haven's identity are revealed, Haven and Wesley must journey to unravel the truth about who she really is, and Wesley must protect her from those who wish to use her. *Please note this book is intended for 18+. The book deals with real life issues of childhood trauma, substance abuse, neglect, hospitalization, and will have graphic scenes of violence and descriptive s*x scenes, as well as adult language*

What happens when Alpha Kai of the Moonstone Pride pack has no choice but to give up his rank to another Alpha to keep the peace and stop a war that has been going on for years? Giving everything up for peace was one thing... but now his enemy, the rival Alpha Cedric, keeps doing such sensual things to him! What is an Ex-Alpha to think!? At least Kai has his beta: Derreck on his side. Yet what if there are unresolved feelings between them? If so, what should Kai do then? This book is the LGBTQ+ version of this story and is the original version of the story.

Ellie is an orphaned werewolf pup, kidnapped and held by an evil Alpha. Alpha Gunner, of the Blood Claw pack forced Ellie at just eight years old to swear a blood oath to mate his son Tyson, when they came of age. The Alpha's own thirst for conquering neighboring packs lands him in hot water with the council, a governing body made up of every type of supernatural creature that keeps the peace. The council additionally houses the Shadow Warriors, an equally diverse group of elites that police and fight those like Gunner who seek only to destroy. When Ellie catches a window of opportunity, she escapes and finds a friendly pack to take her in. However, Gunner will not let her go that easily, and gets increasingly desperate to find her. When all hope seems lost for Ellie, the Moon Goddess intervenes, and sends Ellie her warrior mates. Her mates quickly learn they cannot be with Ellie, as she is under a spell to keep her from shifting and getting her wolf for the first time.Can her mates free her from Gunner once and for all? Will Ellie ever learn the truth of who she really is and why Gunner wants her so bad?

"You belong to him tonight." My father says as he gestures to the man. My name is Emma, a pathetic she-wolf who is sold by my father after enduring years of abuse from him. That is until Alpha Ethan comes into my life and turns it upside down. He saves me from the hell and gives me a position in his Pack. But only under one condition, that I marry Ethan and become his chosen Luna for at least one year. I have no choice but to agree with the contract marriage if I want to survive. After that year is up I find myself pregnant, and what is waiting for me is the rejection ceremony. Pregnant and rejected with nowhere to go, will I fall into another hell? Should I tell Ethan the truth that I’m pregnant or should I stay hidden from him for the rest of my life?

Giselle Swan was forced to join the Dark Sapphire pack to stay with her mother, Vera Smith and her new husband, Alpha Riley and his kids, when Vera won the case of her custody. The Dark Sapphire pack is one of the wealthiest packs and Alpha Riley cherishes her. But the problem was her triplet step brothers Kevin, Riven and Stefan. The Famous Triplet Alphas! For some unknown reason, Triplet always despised Giselle but they made sure to make her life a living hell when she entered their territory. What will she do when she gets to know that Triplets are her mates? What will happen when the two of the triplets Kevin and Stefan will try their best to persuade her to be their Luna? Will she accept them? Why is Riven so hard to impress? Will she be able to tame him? Will she reject them all because of one? What will be their reaction when it is revealed to them that there are foxes around them in the disguise of werewolves, who are playing with their lives? Embark on the journey to know more about the nerve wrecking journey of Giselle Swan.

“ Murderer!” Everything changes for Anaiah Ross when she killed someone following her first unexpected shift into her wolf. Now hated, abused and mistreated by the members of her pack, her fated mate, alpha Amos, rejected her instantly and ordered her thrown in the dungeons Her heart shattered almost instantly and begrudgingly, accepted his rejection, resigning herself to a life of misery at the mercy of her pack. But on her eighteenth birthday, fate seemed to take pity on her and revealed her second chance mate as non other than the dangerous and powerful Lycan king but Amos realizes he can’t let her go. With two men fighting for attention and desperate to win her heart and acceptance, her life becomes increasingly complicated. Anaiah discovers sinister plots at work and fights to discover her true power that will change the course of her life for good, making her the prime target for evil the lurks in the shadows. Can Anaiah survive the evil thrown at her and finally find happiness with the man she chooses or will she succumb to the darkness and loss herself, and everything she knows completely?

After being framed for her parent’s death and ending up in an insane asylum, Maya escapes and hopes to settle down in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The small house seems like the perfect place to bury the ghosts of her past, but sometimes those ghosts refuse to stay dead, and perfect isn’t so perfect after all. After meeting her neighbor Drake and the two men who live with him, Maya notices things aren’t quite right with the three men. She didn’t think her life could get any stranger, but when she notices the animals hunting her—particularly the wolves. Maya finds herself in a never-ending battle to keep them away, much to her landlord and his friend’s amusement. Little does she know that those wolves are more than they seem, and so is her landlord. That they aren’t just stalking her as prey, but they are hunting their mate.

Micaela Whitlock was born and raised inside the Palace, having little experience with life beyond its gates. Despite the benefit of working at the palace, her life was anything but enjoyable. It has been 100 years since the beast overran the human world, eradicating the vast majority of people and enslaving the remainder. Unfortunately, her parents had been among the people who had been taken prisoner. She followed instructions to the letter, doing everything in her power to blend in and go unnoticed until an awful event occurred and irrevocably altered her life. ♧♧♧ " Do i scare you, Micaela." "Your majesty." I whimper, avoiding his gaze. I couldn't muster the courage to meet him in the eyes, not when his intimidating demeanor blocked every sense of reasoning. " mea bella mate ," The way he uttered those strange words, so soft, so delicate, like a sweet caress. Yet I couldn't bring myself to be swayed by his tactics. He wasn't just the king but a man betrothed to another and I was merely a maid, assigned to serve him. "What would Anastasia think if she walks in on our compromising position?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. " I couldn’t give two sh*t what she thinks or feels." His tone was so calm yet frightening. " She means absolutely nothing to me."

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.

“What did you say, little wolf?” he asked. “Repeat.” I swallowed saliva down my dry throat. “I don’t belong to you,” I repeated, staring into his amber eyes. The next moment he pounced on me with predator's intensity. He pinned my wrists in one hand and forced them above my head. Pressing my body with his heavy one, he growled, “You belong to me, little wolf. Remember that. I am going to hunt you from the depths of hell if you try to run or hide.” He captured my lips in a sizzling kiss as he grounded his rock-hard erection on me. ---- After a perfect night with Violet, Dane rejects her, to marry Emily who is known to him from childhood and is the perfect choice. Feeling insulted and dejected, Violet runs away. However, Dane can't stop thinking about Violet and crazily hunts for her. At his pre-wedding party, he sees Violet with someone else. Jealousy rips his heart and this time he won't let her go, even if that means he has to break the rules. Violet resists him, because she has something precious to hide. What happens when Dane sees a pup who is his carbon copy? And he calls Violet, ‘Mom’. Will Violet accept his rejection finally? Or will she come back to him? Will Dane be able to seduce her back in his own, dark and twisted way? Or will he be forced to go back to Emily? Let the chase begin!

Running for a mate has never been so deadly. In the Springcrest Pack, every year brings an event that unleashes primal desires, unchecked obsessions, and a complex web of power dynamics. It's known as The Mating Run, a dangerous game where the rules are a bit uncertain. Alina takes a daring step to avoid the High Council Elders' judgment in selecting her mate. Desperate to escape their meddling, she signs up for The Mating Run. Will this lead her to freedom or plunge her into the perilous embrace of desire and danger?

Kelsey: I was hopelessly in love with my year long boyfriend, Blake, the heir of the Crimson Pack. On my eighteenth birthday, fate confirmed that we were destined mates. Sounds great, right? Wrong. When he rejected me on the night of my eighteenth birthday - I run as fast and as far as I can get. Now, I have no choice but to return to my pack and face him again. Alpha Blake: She was the kind of girl that you would lay awake late at night thinking about and I knew that she had to be my destined mate. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, I had no choice but to reject her. My fate had already been sealed to the Alpha's daughter of a rival pack. When she returns back to my pack, I can't seem to keep away from her. But how?

Millan was kicked out of his pack. Now living as a rogue, all he had ever known is rejection and cruelty. One day, he stumbles upon the Blayne Pack, which is quite possibly the kindest he has ever encountered. He starts to desire staying in one place and building a home- things that he can't and shouldn't have because he is a defective omega, much more a rogue one. With only fourteen days allowed for him to stay, will he be able to pick himself up and leave? Or will he give in and give up the life that he was used to have? ***** Weston became the Head Alpha at an early age. One day, a wounded rogue is brought to his pack. He is furious and skeptical. Nonetheless, he still allowed the rogue to rest in his territory for two weeks before making him leave. But upon knowing Millan, he starts to feel things that he shouldn't feel, not towards a rogue anyway. With only fourteen days, will he be able to get past his hatred towards rogues and change his mind? Or will he chase him away? ***** Two people. One grew up being loved. One grew up being abused. Is fourteen days enough to change their lives forever?