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Aria was the daughter of the Alpha of the Silver moon pack born into a life of strength and legacy but instead of respect, she is overlooked by the members of her own pack due to her weak wolf. She had always wanted to have a mate just like everyone else but on the night of the mating ceremony, her dreams came crashing down when her own mate rejects her publicly choosing another.Aria is left humiliated but something inside her refuses to stay broken. As tension rises and unseen forces begin to shift, Aria starts to realize there may be more to her than anyone ever believed and when Aria stumbled on another pack and found out he is her second chance mate. Aria is stunned especially when she finds out who he is. Will Aria use this opportunity to take revenge on those that maode her suffer? and what happens when the alpha who rejected her starts wanting her back?

Selene had always dreamed of her moonlit ceremony—the moment when she and Beta Caden would publicly declare their bond before the pack. But fate had other plans. Betrayed in front of everyone, rejected for another, and cast aside like an afterthought, she barely had time to grieve before darkness swallowed her world. But rejection was only the beginning. Attacked, hunted, and left to die, Selene awakens to a truth buried deep in werewolf lore—she is no ordinary wolf. Marked by the ancient Spirit Wolf, she possesses a power that hasn't surfaced in centuries, one that threatens to shake the foundations of the packs. And when Rowan, a mysterious rogue with ties to a forgotten legacy, pulls her from the brink of death, Selene must decide—will she run from the power that calls to her, or will she rise and claim her destiny? Caden may have discarded her. But now, he fears her. And with every passing moment, Selene becomes something far more powerful than he ever could have imagined. The rejected mate will return, not as the broken girl they left behind—but as their greatest threat.

Roo has a big secret that she keeps not only from all the wolves in Winchester, but from her mate as well. Her mate who also happens to be the Alpha. While Roo is trying to keep her identity and rare abilities a secret, she suspects that the Alpha has one of his own. Can Roo keep the mate bond a secret? Can she continue avoiding the pack she wants nothing to do with? Can she find out the Alpha's secret without falling to her desires?

Evelyn Carter’s wolf awakened when she was eighteen. The Moon Goddess pointed her to Adrian Blackwood—the strongest Alpha of the most powerful wolf tribe. She thought it was a blessing from fate. But for six long years, she was a Luna no one cared about. Charlotte Whitmore, Adrian’s childhood friend, stayed by his side always. Evelyn’s son Ethan was taught to call that woman “Mom”. Not even on her birthday night did she get a single word of care from her mate. Evelyn broke her Mate Bond with Alpha Adrian. She left with nothing and vanished beyond Moonfall City’s borders. Five years later, a hit drama brought her back to Moonfall City. No one knew the truth about the abandoned former Luna. She’s a top screenwriter. She’s an awakened heir to the ancient Silver Wolf bloodline. She’s also the closed-door disciple of a medical legend. A four-year-old girl stays by her side. She has ash-blue eyes and soft golden-brown hair—just like the man Evelyn never wants to mention again. Alpha Adrian smelled that familiar, soul-stirring scent again in the elevator of Saint Aurelia Medical Center. It finally hit him: she wasn’t just throwing a fit. She really didn’t want him anymore. And why did this little girl—who called him “Uncle”—make his wolf roar wildly? Roar that they shared the same blood?

Amara decided to take a vacation for herself to a secluded town in order to figure out what to do with her life after college. Little did she know that this small town could house so much of what she's looking for in life - including a hottie with an abominable reputation.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.