"So you're a virgin, then." He says it so blatantly it rattles me to the core. "No! I mean, would it matter if I were?" "I suppose not," he muses, his gaze shifting back to me. "But when I look at you, I want to violently fuck you until you cannot move for days." ---- On a hiking trip with a friend, Meara accidently breaks an ancient curse, releasing a powerful Alpha from another time. He wants revenge from who imprisoned him as much as he wants her, and Meara may be the only one who can stop him. But she has a life she isn't ready to give up. And yet, there is no escaping a seductive Alpha and a deadly curse that has been unleashed across her Pack that threatens her life.

- Although this story is being rewritten, there won't major changes to the story just the grammar and the structure. It is safe to read!- * Amma Martin runs away from her pack to flee from the Alpha her parents promised her to. She accidentally enters the night-walkers territory a Rogue pack that is cursed by the moon goddess for all the war and destruction they've caused. Just when she thought it couldn't get worse the blood thirsty Alpha who is known to be a killing machine is none other than her mate. And Amma just so happens to be the key to breaking the curse setting him and his pack free. But can she break the curse before the blood moon? Read and find out!

"No," She stood up straight and took his hand off her thigh. She straightened her dress and began to walk away. He grabbed her wrist and leaned against the wall, saying "How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." _________________________ They said she was nothing less than the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin who has been roaming the earth for centuries, killing and hiding! But no one lived to tell her tale. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know was that the biggest battle awaited her, one with her soul and her mate. He is ruthless and he is powerful. Everything bends to his every whim. And everyone respects him, more importantly, fears him. Lycan Prince Aiden, heir to the Kingdom of Werewolves, soon be the Alpha of all Alphas. He knew things were going to change when he found his Moon-blessing, but he wasn't ready for the storm she brought with her. While he bend himself to her will, fate twisted him to its own accord. #1 in Love #4 in Werewolf #1 in Mate #1 in moongoddess #1 in assassinate #27 in assassin #6 in running #4 in Alphafemale #1 in witchcraft #2 in assassination

"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or- "You were waiting." *** "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss *** Highest Rankings | #2 in Werewolf | #1 in Fiction Translated into 5 languages

After her mom died, her Dad, who blamed her for the death of her mother, started beating her everyday. She's been told that she's a slut, a whore, a mistake, and worst of all that she will never find her mate. While her dad beats her at home, she is also beaten and teased at her school Lincoln High, a school for werewolves. Her only place of escape is the music room. Here, she sings her heart out until she feels safe. This is the life of Marci Johnson. Cole Black is the soon to be Alpha of the Red Dawn Pack, the biggest and strongest pack in the U.S. One day, while ditching class, Cole smelt the most enticing smell and heard a beautiful voice. Following these things, Cole meets Marci. They know that they are destined to be mates by the Moon Goddess. Will Cole reject her when he finds out about her life, or will he help her and protect her? One thing is certain......Marci's life will never be the same. *****Mature content as well as explicit language***** *****All rights reserved*****

"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

"You're in my territory now, princess, and you'll abide by my rules. Is that clear?" he whispered in my ear as he backed me against the wall, his hand slithering around my waist and pulling me closer to him. __________ Leading the largest, most feared werewolf pack in America wasn't easy. As the Alpha, Haden Pierce carried the strength of his pack on his shoulders since his father was attacked by rogues. At the age of 17, he was forced to build bonds, strengthen relationships, and create a pack aura that no one would dare challenge. He led by fear, but he also led by loyalty and a determination to protect his family at all costs. After the years passed, he had given up on finding his mate and planned out his future so his pack would remain strong from the rogues that threatened to bring them down. His hatred of rogues and what they stood for ran deep. That was until Zara Ferrari, his mate, crossed his lands. The very thing he despised - a rogue - was now his mate. And as much as he tried to fight, as much as he tried to resist, the fire between them was undeniable. Would he give in or will they both get burned? __________ IGNITE is a slow-burn but you'll enjoy passionate mates, possessive exes, reunited families, unexpected betrayals and so much more! If you love the heat and don't mind some suspense that will have you at the edge of your seat waiting for the next chapter, click 'Start Reading' and enjoy ;) HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in Werewolf of 200K stories #1 in Warriors of 47k stories #1 in Fire of 43.2k stories #47 in Enemies to Lovers of 85.2k stories #8 in Mates of 41.5 stories #1 in Black Writers of 373 stories #2 in Moon Goddess of 3.9k stories #27 in Rogue of 8k stories #3 in Rewrite of 5.3k stories #4 in Cliffhanger of 10.2 stories _____________________________________________________ Copyright © 2024 Ashleigh Reeds. All rights reserved. *** Rewritten version of the original book, Unwillingly, Unprotected Heart ***

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

He growl lowly as my breath become shallow from this steamy sessions. Within a second, he digs his canines into my skin, and moans escape my mouth at this newly found pleasures. He tightens his grip at my back, tugging at my shirt. My breath becomes heavy, and I scratch his neck lightly. He marked me. He keeps his teeth inside me for a while before slowly pulling out trying to not hurt me. He licked the mark and I can feel the sparks and tingles shivers down my skin. Not too strong, but significantly better than before. "I will never ever reject you." He says to me as he nuzzles his nose at the mark and growl dangerously low. "Mine."

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif