Devoted Restoration Novels & Stories

For three years, I loved Kyril Grant with everything I had. I endured the whispers, the humiliation, and the cold bed while he spent his nights with her…his chosen mate, the perfect she-wolf his pack adored. When I finally discovered I was pregnant with his heir, I thought maybe, just maybe things would change. Instead, he shoved divorce papers into my hands and told me to sign. "You were only ever a placeholder, Aria. A hybrid like you could never be my Luna." So I left. I signed those papers, walked away from the Grant Pack, and disappeared into the night with his secret growing inside me. Five years later, I'm no longer the broken girl he discarded. I'm a successful businesswoman, a devoted mother to our twins, and I've built a life he knows nothing about. But Kyril Grant doesn't accept defeat. When he discovers the children, he'll burn down everything I've built to claim what he thinks is his. Too bad I'm not the same woman anymore. And this time, he'll be the one begging.

Harriett Edwards has been in love with Damien Daniels since childhood, so when both their parents arrange for them to be married, she gladly accepts even though she was well aware that it wasn’t what Damien wanted. For the three years of their marriage, she devoted her life to him with the hope that she would be able to change his mind and eventually get him to fall in love with her. It all comes crashing down when someone fabricates a picture of her cheating with Damien’s brother, Adrian. After seeing the pictures, he coldly said. “I want a divorce!” And even when she confessed her love to him, his reply was cold and hurtful. “I know. It doesn’t matter. I don’t love you.” What he didn’t know was that in her hand was the pregnancy test result from a mistake he made in his drunken state. Years later, they both meet at a friend’s wedding and he is shocked to see her with a set of identical twins that looked just like him. “Are they mine?” He asked. Harriett laughed and replied, remembering his own words. “It doesn’t matter, Damien. They don’t need a father.”

Ivy went home only to find the man she devoted her whole life to cheating with her elder sister. It was supposed to be their wedding day and he didn't show up,breaking his promise after making her give up on her career. Heartbroken, she found solace in the bar and she met someone in her drunken state. The next morning, she had no way to return home because she was now homeless. She pleaded with the one who helped her to take her in, but he refused. Then it struck her. "I heard you are looking for a wife over the phone. Let's get married,"she proposed. A few days later, the media were surprise to see a once famous actress with a renowned billionaire, leading to interviews. Mr. Zack Anderson, usually dismissive of reporters, seemed different that day. "Mr. Zack Anderson, did the once famous actress seduce you for personal gain?" "Who has the right to seduce me other than my wife?" he replied, and someone in his room stood up. "She married my uncle!" Six months later, her husband's sudden confession surprised her.

"Noah, Don't do this…please!” Lucy pleaded desperately. The storm clouds that had gathered above them as they argued, and the deluge that had followed soon after, seemed quite fitting considering everything that had gone on today. Almost ten years of devoted love had been thrown away in what to Lucy seemed like nothing more than a heartbeat. “I told you already Lucy, it's over between us. I don't want this anymore.” **** After discovering her mate's betrayal with none other than her best friend, Cassandra, Lucy didn't think that life could get much worse, but Cassandra wasn't finished with her just yet. After paying the ultimate price Lucy finds herself thrust into an encounter with the Goddess herself who grants her an opportunity to return to her previous life in an effort to save not just her life, but her babies lives too. Once she is reborn she is faced with a choice, does she continue to pursue the man who cast her aside so easily? Or will she find herself drawn to the man from her youth that she had all but forgotten?

Alpha Kieran Darkhowl has it all. A powerful empire, a devoted pack, and his Luna queen Aurelia. The only crack in his perfect world is three years of failing to conceive an heir. A business trip to Willowbrook during a full moon changes everything. Stranded as his mating fever peaks, Kieran is drawn to Lyanna, a stunning stranger whose scent unravels him completely. One wild passionate night becomes three. He leaves cash on her nightstand and disappears before dawn. No names. No goodbye. Lyanna never forgives him. She moves on, builds a quiet life with her husband Tom, and raises their daughter River. When Kieran returns years later, a bold six year old stopping him at a funeral home doorway awakens a bond too deep to dismiss. The math is damning. She must be his. But so are the impossibilities piling up around Lyanna. His mark still fresh on her skin after seven years, an attraction that defies everything he has ever felt, and the haunting suspicion that the universe may have dealt him something no alpha lore has ever accounted for. Two mates. Two worlds. One impossible truth threatening to shatter all of them.

“Doctor we’ve been asked to pull the plug.” Hannah could hear someone say from the far end of the operating room. “But if we do, she would die.” The Doctor replied. “The husband says he’s not changing his decision. That’s what he wants.” The man stated and left. Hannah couldn’t believe her ears. “Hayes told them to pull the plug, even though I still have a high chance of survival?” ~~~~~~~ The last words Hannah hears before she dies is the communicated verdict of her husband, sentencing her to death on the day of her surgery operation. Hannah is reborn three years back in time, but this time she isn’t the same timid, devoted wife. She is now a fierce Pheonix who has risen from the ashes with a thirst for revenge against those who have betrayed her. In her journey to reclaim her worth, allies are made and connections are formed but enemies lurks at every corner. Would the path Hannah chooses to thread give her what she seeks or would it consume and destroy her? And having being scarred before, would Hannah still give the flames of love another chance if it arises? Read to find out.

The entire Silver Moon Pack knew that the Alpha, Wayne Smith, was completely devoted to me. After I casually mentioned that I liked the aurora, he immediately flew me to the Arctic Circle on his private jet. We stayed there for an entire month. I once offhandedly said I wanted to see meteor showers, and he took control of the Frost Moon Pack, the one that controlled the highest peak. He built a palace there just so I could lie down and look up at the entire Milky Way. On the night of the full moon, he swore before the whole pack. "I, Wayne, will have only Nina Shaw as my mate in this lifetime. My love will never waver." In front of all the werewolves, he knelt on one knee to put my shoes on, making it unmistakably clear that I was his one true love. Even when he shifted into his wolf form, he would forgo his pride and allow me to touch his head. But just moments ago, I reached into the pocket of the suit he had changed out of and found an ultrasound report. [Six-week-old pup with a normal heartbeat.] However, as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I wasn't pregnant at all.

Although Kate Hopkins and I have been in a relationship for ten years, our love for each other has never faded away in the slightest. In the past, she has declared on a podium that she will always stay devoted to me. Naturally, I've always thought that she'll be my soulmate in this lifetime. Three years ago, Kate was transferred to a research station in Althoria. When I head over to visit her, I witness her wrapping a naked young man up with a blanket. After choosing to believe Kate's side of the story, I return to the country and do everything I can to take care of her mother while waiting for her return. Little do I know that this is just a huge lie. Just like that, my ten-year relationship has gone down the drain. Ten years seem like a short time—as short as a cicada's lifespan while it chirps through the summer. The polar night might seem like a long time—so long that a passionate relationship carved into my flesh and bones can be erased. But no matter how long the night is, there will always be an end to it. When dawnlight shines onto my world, it still remains intact even at Kate's absence.

My wife, Rosalie Maynard, gets reported to the authorities for embezzling her company's funds just to please her childhood friend, Ralph Osborne, by placing a high-stakes winning bid at an auction house. I'm the one who help clear all of her debts and receive the three-year prison sentence on her behalf. Rosalie promises me that she will cut off all ties with Ralph and stay devoted to me. But throughout my three-year sentence, she never visits me at the prison. On the day I get released from prison, I bump into Rosalie at the hospital, who has just given birth to a baby. As she plays with the newborn in the crook of her arm, she tells the others, "Vernon is about to get released from prison. The news of me giving birth must never get out. Otherwise, he'll definitely start a fight with me." I find it absolutely ironic, honestly. Not even a three-year prison sentence can make a woman, who's never been in love with me in the first place, miraculously fall for me. This time, I don't bother making a ruckus. Instead, I choose to disappear from Rosalie's world entirely.

Rumors said Fabrizio Medici, Don of the Medicis, was ruthless in everything he did. Yet he was nothing but devoted to me, his mother, as if I were his lifeline. Ten years ago, my husband, Victor Medici, betrayed us all. He conspired with foreign enemies, abducted Fabrizio, and staged a coup from within. To save my child, I blew up a car, destroying my leg and face, and erased myself from the world by faking my own death. Fabrizio hardened and lay low. Ten years later, he wiped out our enemies, killed Victor with his own hands, and reclaimed everything that had been stolen from him. Afterward, he spent a fortune rebuilding my body, piece by piece. But when I returned to the country under a new identity to attend Fabrizio's engagement party, his fiancée, Giovanna Valery, mistook me for a hidden mistress. She stormed in with her friends and humiliated me in every possible way. By the time Fabrizio finally arrived, I was covered in blood. Giovanna pointed at me, her voice shrill as she screamed, "No wonder I never see you messing around. So this is your type? Older women?"