Mega Gengar Shiny Mga Nobela at Kwento

An alpha who feels love and lust towards his male beta secretary. Releasing pheromones everyday may be his only chance in turning him into an omega but will it work though?

Ivy Doreen was once marked by her mate, Alpha Remington Silvan—a bond she thought unbreakable. But when her wolf never surfaced and his council pressured him to choose a “stronger” Luna, Remington did the unthinkable: he broke the bond and allowed her to walk away. Years later, Ivy returns to the pack as a different woman. Her wolf has awakened, her power is undeniable and she’s no longer the girl who cried when her mate turned his back on her. But fate doesn’t care about their past. When they cross paths again, the mate bond reignites—stronger than before. Something powerful stirs between them, a rare second chance that only few are granted. But second chances come with a price.

BLURB "You drive me insane, Carla!" He growled, hoisting me on the desk. His lips brushed my jaw and my breath quickened when he slipped his fingers underneath my red dress. "Fuck, you are not wearing panties," He groaned, gripping my thighs possessively. I was filled with an unnerving amount of neediness and I had my fingers working on his belt in no time. "God, just fuck me already." I moaned, peering at him beneath my lashes. He muttered profanities under his breath, lifted me a little, and plunged into me swiftly. "Fuck!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around him to get more of what he was offering as he pounded into me, burying his head into my neck. "Mine!" He growled into my neck. ༆ Carla Jason and Dawson Walcott were the definitions of opposite attracts. Where Carla was naive—prim, innocent, and not ladylike, Dawson was the typical ruthless fuck-boy, who chased after anything in a skirt, especially the sexy ones. All his life, he had always hoped to meet his mate at his coronation ceremony of being the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, which was coming up in a few days but fate had other plans in store. Carla had walked in on him fucking another omega and she wasn't just a random omega to him. She was the omega he had always been in love with. Worse, she turned out to be his mate. Dawson knew how difficult it would be to make her his, given his history and what she had found out about him on the day he realized she was his mate. The complications weren't about to stop Dawson from claiming what was his before her twentieth birthday but was Carla going to allow herself to be vulnerable with a playboy?

Sophia is an Omega werewolf, the lowest-rank of their pack. When Moon Goddess Ashlea told her that Ace is her fated mate, the highest rank of their pack, she immediately told him about this but he rejected her during her birthday party. But Sophia knew from the very start that Olivia has something to do with this, and she is exploiting her powers and wealth to ruin Sophia's only happiness. With the help of her Step father Conan, they found out that there was a deep reason behind Ace rejecting Sophia...

She was a lone wolf. Yeah, she has a pack but it's a place where she does not belong to. She was seen as an outcast. She is just another omega in her own pack. Wait, did I just call her an omega? She is definitely worse than being an omega, she's just a worthless slave in her own pack. Everything turned sour for her when she completed eighteen and still without a wolf. She was sold as a bride to the alpha of her pack. What happens when she finds herself being mated to the alpha prince on the same night she is being wedded away. Would everything turn around for her or she will still have to continue in her slave life?

"I reject you, Lyra." These four words shattered Lyra's mate bond leaving her humiliated and weakened as she faced the cruel torture of being banished and left to die. Can Young Lyra overcome the deadly threat of rogues, or will the forest become her grave?

My wolf has always hid. Never coming forward to save me. Yet, she is obsessed with my bosses cousin. He claims I am a rare Omega, but that can't be true! Omega's are powerful. And I'm broken.

She is the daughter of an exiled maid. He is the heir of a wealthy leader. She is shunned by her rank. He is praised for it. She's the Omega. He's the future Alpha. Ava Rose and Jace Weston. Two opposites bounded by destiny. On his 20th birthday, Jace Weston reaches the day every Wolf eagerly awaits; today he would finally meet his mate, the one true soul chosen by the Moon Goddess to bond with him for eternity. But what if his true love, his mate isn't entirely what he hoped for?

She is an Omega who has been specially blessed by the Moon Goddess, but the entire pack thinks she is part of a cursed species. Myra begins to discover truths about her heritage when she is captured for stealing. She is subsequently sentenced to death because of an old folklore surrounding a crescent mark on her neck. However, destiny has other plans for her. She gets mated on the night before her execution to none other than Alpha Noah himself, and he has no choice but to let her live. However, he is faced with a dilemma. Saving his fated mate would mean leading his pack into destruction. What choice would he make? Will Myra be strong enough to finally discover her true powers as Moon's Blessed? Or will the truth that her father is the true enemy be too much to bear?

He was the Alpha King. Savage. Unforgiving. Untouchable. She was the omega who once scarred him—and vanished. Twelve years ago, Freya, a rare female omega, dared to sink her claws into the future Alpha King, Ragnar Thorne, branding his flesh and haunting his pride. He swore vengeance that night—and when she disappeared, he swore he’d find her—one day. Twelve years later a masked woman arrives and walks straight into his arms. Bold. Defiant. Unbending. Freya has lived in the shadows, hiding her true nature and history. But her return isn't by accident. She has her secrets… and her reasons for walking straight into the lion’s den. Ragnar’s hate would turn into an obsession that will spiral into something dark, primal, and uncontrollable, and then the past claws its way back.