Book One in the Lycan Chronicles Evander Rue had his entire life planned out even before he was born. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and parents who never had time for him. A family who barely called or cared for him left him to be raised by his nanny until his eighteenth birthday when everything changed. His father planned for him to attend some prestigious college to study business and take over the family company. Unfortunately, his immaculate grades were tarnished because of a ridiculous mythology class. However, it seemed fate had a twisted sense of humor when the new kid, the local witch's goth nephew, seemed to take over his world. At first, Evander didn't spare him a glance, leery of the newcomer, but he had more important things to worry about, like his birthday party and maintaining his reputation. The new kid's arrival or his grades didn't pause Evander's celebration; he was going to officially be an adult. Nothing would keep him from celebrating, not even a cautionary howl under the light of the full month. _______________ This story is intended for mature audiences only, please read the disclaimer before continuing.

On the eve of his 18th birthday, Caleb's life shattered. As the third-born son of a former Beta, he expected to shift into a strong Beta wolf like his father and brothers. Instead, the Moon Goddess had other plans-she made him an Omega. Before he could even process the betrayal of his own body, his pack turned on him. Branded as nothing more than a pawn in their power games, they sent him to a breeding facility, forcing him to bear a child he was never allowed to hold. Escaping that nightmare, Caleb built a new life as a Deputy Sheriff in a quiet town, far from the suffocating grip of pack politics. But the past refuses to stay buried. When his old pack comes hunting for him, determined to drag him back into their control, Caleb faces an impossible choice-bend to their archaic laws or fight tooth and claw for the freedom he's bled for. One thing is certain: Caleb may be an Omega, but he's no one's prey.

Jason Aurelius Zephyr, a vampire with an insatiable thirst, never expected his hunt to lead him to Tristan Ulric Miller. One desperate bite, and his senses exploded with a confusingly delicious blend of werewolf and human blood. The taste was intoxicating, leaving Jason craving more of the enigmatic Tristan. Fate, however, had a far more intricate plan in store. They were bound by an ancient arrangement: an arranged marriage meant to forge unity between vampires and werewolves, a fragile alliance against a common enemy. Now, Jason finds himself tethered to the very being whose blood both tantalised and bewildered him. As they navigate the complexities of their forced union, a dangerous question gnaws at Jason's mind: was Tristan truly human, or something else entirely?

M x B Alex has always been serious about his responsibilities and is dedicated to running his business. He demands respect and professionalism. What happens when he meets a boy who not only disrespects him but also challenges him?

CONTROLLED LOVE Han Seo-jun is a master of disguise. To the world, he is just a clumsy university student who trips over his own feet and speaks before he thinks. He is loud, chaotic, and seemingly broke. But Seo-jun is hiding something. He isn't single, and he isn't looking. He belongs to someone powerful-someone so dangerous that mentioning his name could burn Seo-jun's entire life to the ground. Kang Tae-moo is a man of absolute control. As the city's most feared CEO, he is known for his volcanic temper and his icy silence. He tolerates no mistakes and allows no one close. The media speculates about his private life constantly: Is he married? Is he heartless? Or is there someone hidden behind the walls of his empire that keeps the beast calm? ⚠️ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is an OMEGAVERSE romance. It contains Male Pregnancy (Mpreg) and mature themes. Please only read if you are comfortable with this genre.

They're blood-thirsty. Every last one of them. Per the Agreement, however, all humans are assigned a vampire at birth. When they reach their age to serve, they must fill the role of a consort, feeding their vampire whenever needed. Unlike most humans, I was ready to be a consort. I was ready for my vampire, to serve him whenever he needed me. What I wasn't ready for? His kiss. A kiss that sparked into a flame. A kiss powerful enough to change the world. (**malexmale novel**)

Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.

"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

It's barely morning and you and your partner can't sleep. The two of you decide to put on some tea to help soothe your minds and bodies. ( A short story; till the next chapter of Birthday Weekend:) )

Being born an alpha means you're on top of the food chain. You can challenge other alphas to take over a pack. You have amazing strength, speed, and endurance. No one looks down on you. Oliver was born in the Northern Pack. He was small as a child, also having been born small to two betas of the pack; his mother having recessive alpha genes. There were yearly parties that celebrated children turning 17. That was the age they could shift into their wolf form and find their mate. Children had the scent of their secondary gender once born, determining what they were from birth. An alpha, beta, or omega. Oliver, who had been excited since the moment he understood what being an alpha meant, was more than excited to shift into his wolf. To find his mate and fall in love. He had already been trained for fighting (all young alpha and beta children were). But the day of the party, at the stroke of midnight, was the moment Oliver's life changed forever. Oliver wasn't just an alpha. No. He was a submissive alpha. Exceedingly rare and looked down upon as unnecessary. Their only use was as a possible breeder to guarantee alpha children; if they tested as fertile. They were given no option to find their mate, practically thrown around as an incubator for any alpha to use at their pleasure. Oliver said fuck you.