"How much do they want?" I asked, as the maid poured us another round of whisky. "They're prepared to make negotiations on the price, Alpha. They need the money." Boris, my beta, sipped his drink. "What about the girl?" I sighed, leaning back in my chair and placing my hands behind my head. "Where is she ranked in the pack?" "She's a maid. However, Alpha Orion stated that the girl satisfies health requirements. She will give you a strong heir." --- Theo Stormblade, the Alpha of the Kingdom's most feared, strongest pack. When his mate died five years ago, he became cold, heartless, and distant from his pack. Different from the open, kind, extroverted leader he once was. When his cabinet of elders approached him about finding another mate, he disagreed, negotiating only to produce an heir. Millie Rose was born into the Eclipse pack, one of the poorest, smallest packs in the entire Kingdom. She was left an orphan and a maid after her parents, who were once among the strongest fighters in her pack, suddenly passing away when she was fourteen years old. When the Eclipse pack hears about Alpha Theo's hunt for a surrogate, they quickly reach out and make a deal, offering Millie to the well-feared Alpha in exchange for some cash. Will Millie be able to escape the life of a maid at last, and will Theo be able to change his heart after losing his beloved mate? Started: November 20, 2024 Finished: July 20, 2025 Total Read Time: 11hr 21min

When no good deed goes unpunished... Created by the Moon Goddess to protect her wolves from predators and those in power, the magical Mahani wolves should live idyllic lives, but the reality is cruel. In return for this help, the werewolves and humans hunt, torture, and kill the Mahani. However, nothing can stop these wolves from helping those who need them. So what happens when the tribe protecting Europe realizes the Moon Goddess has several of their fates intertwined within a wolf pack? Will the abuse override the matebond? ------ *Sneak peek* I fought for control, as my wolf wouldn't let up. After a few minutes, my head hurt as bad as my heart. I slid down to my knees just as the most horrible pain hit me. My scream and my wolf's howl came out of my mouth simultaneously. I knew what was happening as I had lived through this nightmare already. He was losing his innocence without his consent. The tears streamed down my face as I yelled my anguish. My fellow pack members surrounded me, and someone was holding me as I sobbed my torment, but I don't know who. My wolf was no longer fighting for control, just releasing her own loud cries. I would never wish this on my worst enemy, and it was happening to my mate. Just as I thought I couldn't handle more, my heart skipped a beat, a pain I never wanted to feel again, as my entire body shut down. That monster just marked my mate. ----- This story is a paranormal/fantasy dark drama. The front-end materials provide a complete content warning since the chapters lack trigger markers. Stay safe in what you read. Because this is a new werewolf world, the front-end material also contains The Mahani World Guide, so you can get a feel for the ranks and powers before diving in. It is not a necessary read, but it's there if you need it. Started writing July 2023 Started posting Oct 2023 Completed posting Dec 2023 #1 in Werewolf - Jan 2024

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.