What Is The True Story Behind White Mischief?

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?

Being the first born of her parent’s Lilith never got that attention and love from her parents because they wanted boy and not a girl, and hence she was not respected in her school as well, despite being the Alpha blood, but it gets worse for her when at the age of sixteen her wolf appears but she couldn’t shift. Member of her pack assumed that she is a weak wolf and an insult for the pack, hence bullying starts for her because her own parents felt disgust from her. She did not lose the hope and waited impatiently for her mate, until one day the Alpha of Creek Star pack was invited to the dinner by her father and she found out that none other than Caleb Donovan is her mate but her heart breaks down when she finds out why he accepted her as his mate.

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.

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.

She was his stepmother's maid, sold into servitude as a child. Her world was confined to the mansion and its farmland, dreaming of a freedom she had never known. He was her mistress’s stepson, a man admired by every woman, an influential businessman whose name carried weight across the country. Returning to the estate after years away, he never expected to find something or someone worth noticing here until he saw her. He was mesmerized by her beauty and the subtle sorrow in her eyes held him completely captivated. And for the first time in a long while, he found himself wanting to know more about this particular lady, explore her mysterious world. Would he be the one to shatter her last hope of freedom or the one to set her free from the bounding walls of the mansion?

I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes. Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me. That was, until our wedding day. He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately. My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him.