Hercules 10th Labor Novels & Stories

In a kingdom where power is everything and bloodlines determine destiny, love is the most dangerous rebellion of all. For years, King Kaelen Varek has ruled the united Lycan packs with unshakable strength. Bound by duty and tradition, he is expected to choose a mate of noble Alpha lineage—someone worthy of the throne, someone who will solidify alliances and secure the future of his dynasty. The Council of Elders grows impatient. The packs whisper. A king without a queen is a kingdom on the brink. But fate does not bow to politics. Flora has spent her life invisible. An omega of the lowest rank, she knows her place—quiet service, lowered eyes, and survival in the shadows. When she takes her sick sister’s place working in the Royal Castle, she expects nothing more than a month of hard labor and humiliation. The palace is no place for someone like her. Then she collides—literally—with the Lycan King. One breath. One scent. One impossible truth. The Moon Goddess has chosen. Kaelen’s mate is not a powerful Alpha. Not a noble daughter. She is an omega. What should be sacred becomes scandalous. What should be celebrated becomes forbidden. The bond between them threatens centuries of rigid hierarchy. To accept Flora as his queen could fracture the kingdom. To reject her would shatter both their souls. As enemies circle the throne and whispers of betrayal grow louder, Kaelen must choose between the crown he was born to wear and the mate destiny placed in his arms. And Flora—timid, underestimated, stronger than anyone knows—must decide whether she is willing to stand beside a king in a world that insists she kneel. In a realm ruled by dominance and tradition, the greatest revolution may be a love no one saw coming.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

My bestie Kenna and I were the fated mates of the two most powerful Alpha brothers in the Dark Moon pack. I was mated to the Head Alpha, Cade. Kenna was mated to his brother, Rhys. On our mating anniversary, a bloody package reeking of Rogues arrived. It was from Cade’s childhood friend, Lilah. The feral scent shocked my body into premature labor. Kenna rushed me to the pack’s private medical center. But the labor triggered a fatal condition: “Moon Eclipse Sickness.” My life force was draining away. With my last bit of strength, I used our mind-link to beg my Alpha for help. His furious voice was my only answer. “You’re faking this just because I missed our anniversary? Lilah’s rare silver hound is giving birth, and it’s dangerous. Don’t cause trouble for me now!” In the end, it was Kenna who drained her own wolf’s spirit to save me. I barely survived. But the pup I delivered was rushed to emergency care, too weak from my fading life force. Her eyes bloodshot, Kenna contacted her mate, Rhys. She begged him for "Moonflower Dew"—a serum from his own company that could save our baby. "Lilah's hound is weak after giving birth. I’m busy making a special formula for it. You and Evelyn are two of a kind. Always stirring up trouble. First her drama, now yours." My pup died. And my heart shattered with him. “Kenna, I’m rejecting my mate bond with Cade.” “If you reject him, I reject mine. Traitors don’t deserve mates.” But when we told the Alpha brothers we were rejecting them, they felt a panic they had never known.

The first thing I did after being reborn was strip naked and walk into the room of Cain Edmonton, Alpha of the Northera Pack. That was because in my previous life, I'd been forced to mate with Cain's adopted son, Lukas Edmonton. I was even marked by him. After Lukas woke up, he completely denied forcing me to mate with him. He believed I had deliberately walked into his room and seduced him while he was in heat and not fully conscious. Later, we held our marking ceremony because I was with pup. During our eight years of sharing a mate bond, he barely ever came home. He spent most nights fooling around with his lover outside. Even when I went into premature labor and nearly bled to death, he never once came to see me. It wasn't until the pack was completely surrounded by vampires, and we lost all our territories. The evacuation helicopter only had one seat left. Everyone thought he would keep it for himself, but Lukas shoved me toward the final seat instead. "Go! Cecilia, I'm giving you the chance to live. If there's another life, please stay away from me. I only want to be with Isabella." The next second, vampires dragged him into the flames, while I died in a helicopter crash shortly after. What Lukas never knew was that he wasn't the only one who went into heat that night. His father, Alpha Cain, had gone into heat as well. After being reborn, I decided to give him what he wanted and let him be with Isabella Lancaster. In this life, I pushed open Cain’s door and walked toward him with nothing on. His cheeks were flushed. "Cain, let me help you."

On the very first day of college, I became Kingsley University's infamous jerk magnet. It didn't matter whether it was the polished upperclassman everyone adored or the rebellious campus bad boy; any guy who went on even one date with me would dump me the very next day for my roommate, Lucinda Lane. Lucinda quickly became the untouchable dream girl every elite guy was obsessed with, effortlessly managing her ever-growing roster of admirers. She'd hand me another carefully curated list of perfect dating prospects every single day. "Girl, don't be afraid of getting hurt. There's always a better one waiting. You have to be brave enough to chase true love." I believed her. So, I kept going after the next guy. This time, I had gotten a sweet younger student with puppy-dog charm. Then, he dumped me, too. For Lucinda. Just when I was at my lowest, a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. "The heroine is incredible. She's stolen so many men already! I've hated that evil supporting girl forever. Why does some country bumpkin get to have all these guys falling for her?" "I wish I had the heroine's Affection Transfer System. That way, my ex wouldn't have been stolen by that woman." "I can't wait to see what the next male lead is like. I'm literally just sitting here and waiting for her to steal another man." That was when it finally clicked. I'd been working unpaid as stocking labor for her dating pool this whole time.

I suffered a bloodline rejection. On the day I was forcibly pushed into labor, Serena Cole happened to be giving birth as well. She was the mate of Adrian Cole’s late older brother, Marcus Cole. As the contractions rose and fell like lunar tides, crashing over my body again and again, I begged Adrian to find a midwife for me. What I received instead was his furious scolding. "Stop pretending. Your due date is in a month. Today is Serena’s due date, yet you insist on choosing this moment to compete with her for attention." Clenching his clothes and enduring the searing contractions, I pleaded through the pain, "The pup is coming now. Please, I’m in agony. I’m going to die from the pain. Just find a midwife. Anyone will do…" The pup inside me was too strong. It tore relentlessly through my mixed-blood body. Adrian, however, coldly pried my fingers away. "Stop lying to me. Your body is very strong. How could pregnancy possibly cause you this much pain? "Before Marcus died, he made me swear to take good care of Serena. The pup she is carrying is his only bloodline. Nothing can go wrong." He locked me inside the room and reassigned every single midwife away. The servants tied me to the bed and force-fed me labor-delaying agents. My lower abdomen was crushed repeatedly with wooden rods. Edgar Hawkins, the butler, looked at me without a trace of emotion and said flatly, "The Alpha has given his order. Only the first pup of the family may become the pack’s heir. You are not allowed to give birth before Serena and steal the heir’s position."

Seraphine Vale is betrayed on her twentieth birthday, not celebrated. Drugged and abandoned by the family that despises her, she awakens in a luxury hotel suite beside Lucian Ardent, a powerful and untouchable billionaire feared across elite society. Their meeting is accidental and the result of a conspiracy, but by dawn, her life is already falling apart. When Seraphine gets back to her house, judgment takes the place of protection. Weeks later, her pregnancy is exposed at the family dinner table. She is locked up, forced into premature labor, and deceived into thinking her newborn child has died in the aftermath of calculated cruelty. She is exiled out of the country and pursued, narrowly avoiding being killed, and she then vanishes outside of its borders. She is ignored by everyone. She will never be seen again by her foes. She returns six years later. Seraphine re-enters high society transformed, no longer fragile but elegant, powerful, and emotionally untouchable. With mastery in medicine, a rising fashion empire, and alliances among the elite, she begins reclaiming what was stolen from her. Her presence disrupts the carefully constructed life of Lydia, the stepsister who stole her place, her identity, and her child. Lucian Ardent continues to look for the mysterious woman from that night despite the fact that he is unaware that she now appears before him under a different name and with different powers. Rivalry, suspicion, and an inexplicable pull that neither can ignore cross their paths. A brilliant young boy stands in the middle of them, drawn to the woman who thinks her child is dead. As deception unravels and buried truths surface, love and revenge converge in a world where reputation is power and identity is a weapon. Seraphine did not return for forgiveness but for the truth and revenge.

TWO PINK LINES, ONE NIGHT STAND --- Beth Williams knew the rules at Knight Tower: clean, stay invisible, never look the billionaire in the eye. She broke them all at the masquerade gala. One spilled drink on CEO Adrian Knight became a $50,000 dance. One dance became one elevator. One night in a masked stranger’s arms became two pink lines six weeks later. Now Beth is fired, homeless, and pregnant with Adrian’s baby. He doesn’t remember her face from that night, but he remembers the scandal: a cleaner accused of corporate espionage. When she tells him the truth, Adrian voids his engagement to shipping heiress Valeria D’Souza and moves Beth into his penthouse that night. There are no phones. No unlocked doors. No escape. Adrian calls it “protection.” Beth calls it a gilded cage. He’s haunted by his mother’s death in childbirth and believes control keeps people alive. His heir will not grow up poor, endangered, or unloved, even if he has to become a monster to guarantee it. But Valeria brings a knife to Beth’s throat. The board demands a paternity test. And when Beth bleeds at 14 weeks, Adrian flies them to a private island with no way out. Trapped together, Beth learns Adrian kept her hairpin from that night. He never forgot her. She was his first choice in ten years, not a mistake. When premature labor, CPS, and his own trauma collide, Adrian must decide what he fears more: losing control, or losing her. Because Knights don’t lose what’s theirs. The question is whether Beth will choose to be his.

Nada’s life shatters the day her husband, Harvey, walks out on her with his best friend turned mistress. She is in labor with their triplets after four years of a childless marriage, but he leaves her side to donate sperm to his best friend, Alisa. Broken and humiliated, Nada gives birth to her triplets alone. She refuses to be a victim. In court, she takes everything—Harvey’s money, his name, his dignity. The once-proud police officer is left with nothing but shame. Harvey turns to Alisa, but she is no savior. He finds out the new wife he adores is secretly engaged to Matteo Morelli, a ruthless mafia Don. She had been a bait to lure Harvey into Matteo’s secret black-market fertility scheme. Harvey’s aristocratic bloodline makes him valuable, and he is forced into an eight-year contract. His life is no longer his own. As years pass, Harvey begins to regret abandoning Nada. But regret cannot save him. The mafia controls his every move. When Interpol finally crushes Matteo’s empire, Harvey is dragged down too, accused as an accomplice. Prison looms, and he has only one hope—Nada. But Nada is now a billionaire and a feared judge in Brooklyn. Her price for saving Harvey is: he must return to her as her submissive pet, living by her strict, sexual rules in her bedroom. Harvey agrees. But inside Nada’s home, he’s tortured not only as a submissive pet of his ex-wife but by jealousy as well. Lucas, the loyal nanny who raised the triplets, has everything Harvey lost—Nada’s trust, the children’s love, and a quiet place in her heart. Will Nada choose Harvey, the father of her triplets who betrayed her, or Lucas, the man who took his place and watched her kids grow?

On the day of the earthquake, my sister Elena shoved me off the third floor, then burst into tears and said she had only been trying to save me. Everyone believed her. The only person who stood on my side was Nicolo, the youngest mafia boss Sicily had seen in decades. He lifted me out of the rubble, then proposed to me in front of everyone and said that from that day on, anyone who touched me would answer to him. Two months later, I was pregnant. Nicolo bought an entire island and planted it with my favorite irises for our wedding. My father spent a fortune on a one-of-a-kind gown made just for me. Everyone said I was the most envied woman in the family. Then I went into labor, and both of them disappeared. My father said the family had a deal on the line. Nicolo kissed my swollen belly, murmured that he would be back soon, and promised to bring gifts for me and the baby. Right before I was wheeled into the delivery room, an anonymous video landed on my phone. Nicolo was wearing a groom's suit. Elena stood beside him with a hand resting on her pregnant stomach. She was wearing my wedding dress. Her arm was looped through my fiance's as if she had won him fair and square. At the end of the clip, my father asked in a lowered voice, "If you and Valentina stay married only on paper, what happens to the child she gives birth to?" Nicolo was quiet for two seconds before he answered. "Valentina grew up with everything. Elena spent her whole life carrying the stain of being illegitimate. Her child will not grow up the same way." So all that tenderness had never been for me. It had all been for Elena. Fine. They could have each other.