If loving you comes with a price, I'm happy to pay for it with everything I have. --Fenris Fenris, the alpha heir of the Winterthrope clan, is marked and claimed by Prince Damien of the Nocturne Kingdom during a visit. In a world where alpha on alpha mating is forbidden and condemned, their love is doomed once it is exposed before the entire Nocturne court. After a failed attempt to elope, they are forced apart by the Nocturne Queen. Fenris is brought back to Winterthrope to face his father's wrath and his clan's judgment. While tormented by the pain of being torn away from his mate, Fenris must also endure the loss of his status and reputation, facing humiliation and isolation. When his stepmother becomes pregnant with another potential heir, he knows he has become expendable to his clan. When the vampires march on Winterthrope and capture Fenris's omega brother Leif, Fenris throws himself into battle once more, hoping to rescue Leif and bring him to safety. However, he doesn't expect the Vampire King to agree to exchange Leif for Fenris's surrender. Fenris expects to die as the vampire king's prisoner, never to see his lover again. But will Damien give him up? Or will the wolf prince find his way to his alpha mate, as he has promised? Fenris: 26 years old Damien: 26 years old ___________ Book 2 of The Alpha Mate Series. Book 1 is The Wolf Prince's Rival Mate There will be NO mpreg between main characters in this series. HE eventually. Updates every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday at 8 a.m. PST.

This story is on pause and will be re-writtien. ********** Eryndir, a third-rated failure of a mage, wakes up in a parallel reality in which he is the Dark Lord who has terrorized the entire world for a decade. It turns out that the evil Eryndir in the alternative reality is killed by a hero protagonist, who turns out, scandalizingly, was the Dark Lord's secret lover. The Dark Lord's ally, the scary Death Knight, summons the lame edition of Eryndir from another reality to assume the Dark Lord's identity so their Dominion of Terror will remain stable and powerful. Being called worthless and useless his whole life, Eryndir has to tap into his inner villain to survive in a reality in which everyone hates his guts, and even the ones who he cares will betray him at any second. The Death Knight is not pleased that he gets the worst version of the Dark Lord of all possibilities, but he is determined to train the shitty mage into a proper tyrant. Besides, controlling and dominating the Dark Lord would have been fun, wouldn't it? ********** Eryndir (Nytherion, the Dark Lord): 60 years old elf (equivalent to 25 years old human) Ravenlocke (the Death Knight): 150 years old human-turned undead This story is on pause

Michael Terlaine, Earl of Terlaine, was the perfect alpha. He had spent his entire adult life working toward that ideal-and now, the next step in his meticulously planned future was marriage. Who better to fill the role of his mate than Liam Blake, the most beautiful omega in the country-the "perfect" omega. But what Michael hadn't planned for was Liam's alpha older brother. Anthony Blake, Viscount of Blake, was a man of action. After years serving in an elite secret intelligence unit that recruited only the sharpest, most ruthless alphas, his moral compass was... nonexistent. Now, suddenly thrown back into the "normal" world, adapting was proving to be no easy task. But perhaps the key to blending in lay in his little brother's seemingly perfect suitor. ------------------------- This is a fan fiction inspired in Alessandra Hazard series The Wrong Alpha, for a better understanding I recommend you to read the series first, plus Alessandra's books are pure gold. This is also an omega verse story featuring alpha x alpha couple. If you don't like this topics please do not read.

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"