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Traci has spent years being treated like she's nothing. Beaten, overworked, despised by the very pack she calls home. Survival stopped being a goal a long time ago. It became the only thing. The annual warrior tournament is coming. Packs across the kingdom are sharpening blades and sharpening rivalries, all chasing power, status, a name worth something. Tensions are already running high. Zayden and Raiden took the throne at sixteen. Their parents died suddenly and the kingdom fell to two boys who had no business ruling yet. They figured it out. Now everyone fears them. But the elders and the kingdom alike keep pushing the same message: find your fated mate, produce an heir, do it before your enemies smell blood. The twin Alpha Kings are strong. That doesn't mean they're untouchable. When Traci finds out there's a plan in motion to have her killed, she doesn't get a choice about the tournament anymore. She's being pushed into an arena by people who expect her to die in it. What they don't know is who she actually is. Secrets have a way of coming out. Hidden enemies have a way of stepping into the light. The kingdom is about to find out the truth about a bloodline everyone assumed was gone. The last White Wolf doesn't stay hidden forever.

Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her off to some bad people to pay off their debt. That did not come as a surprise that they would do such a thing and there was no love lost there. But what came as a surprise was when she woke up naked the next morning, walls splattered with blood and four people ripped to shreds. Life went from bad to bloody worse for Mercedes. It was like waking up in a horror scene. She was petrified and confused, nothing made sense but what did make sense was for her to pick up what she can and run. Felix Ransom is the Alpha of the White Claw pack. He leads his pack with an iron fist and ensures everyone's safety and makes sure the pack thrives. But something is missing. The gentle touch of a Luna. Felix is already 25 years old and has not found the one the Moon Goddess chose for him. His other half and mate. Each day without the one for him made his hope of ever finding her wither away. At a point, he even thought that she might have died. It never occurred to him that his made would come right to him much less be a human who is a fugitive for murdering 4 people. Or was she a human being after all?

Part of the Solar Eclipse Pack, losing both parent's at a young age. She was forced to become a slave to the pack that destroyed hers. She was treated like she was nothing but a rogue who deserved nothing, she was constantly beaten and bullied but will that change when she turns 18.

Star is a wolf-less omega abused constantly in the Blazing Moon Pack. She is trying to out run her old life when she finds herself in another pack’s territory. Uncovering many secrets all while facing hardships and many trials. Star has enemy’s lurking around every corner. Fighting the mate bonds she didn’t know she needed. Star has many choices to make. Will they be the right ones? Her new friends and family help her along the way, with the rising war up ahead. Witches, vampires, wolves! Many mythical creatures set in today’s time. WARNING! SEXUAL ABUSE, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE PHYSICAL, MENTAL ABUSE. 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT.

Seth have just came of age and it's time for him to be sent off to the alphas home to train. Everything was normal until he shifted... White wolves are rare, only five of them exist out in the world, they are omegas the third mates to alpha, a sign of power and wealth. Seth's life is filled with adventure and secrets to be reviled. This story is a ddlb/fluff story. You've been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

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.