Highest Rank : #1 in Werewolf Category. When Chriselda stumbles upon the land of the Dawnfall Depths Pack to save her friend, she comes across her mate. She thought that he will run towards her, hold her in his arms and kiss her passionately. But none of these things happen. Her mate doesn't run towards her neither holds her in his arms and neither kisses her passionately. Instead of a loving mate, she finds a cold-hearted Alpha standing in front of her. And they always say that there's a story behind every cold Alpha. [NOTE : Not a Rejection Story. I believe that rejections don't exist in the werewolf world. If rejection existed, then werewolves wouldn't be having mates. I really find the idea of rejecting your mate absurd because mates are supposed to be the one for you, the one you cannot live without and the one who is supposed to be your soul mate. So, don't take this story as another rejection story. Also, I'm working really hard to make this story as non-cliché as possible. If you're bored of the cliché werewolf stories and want to read something unique, then you've selected the right book to read. I hope you'll enjoy reading this story.]

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

Brylee Cunnings has a secret that only a handful of people know. If word ever goes out to whom she really is, it'd be the end for her now that the whole werewolf community is being ruled by a militaristic council. Unfortunately for her, a mandatory order has been implemented and she and some of her pack members are required to oblige. Following that order requires her to move away from her secluded home and into an academy of dominating werewolves. Here, she'll learn to face her true struggles and maybe even break a few rules to save herself. Her once quiet life has turned upside down so she must learn to survive. Although in the midst of surviving, she meets a person who's also been hiding himself as well, a notorious soon-to-be alpha, Maddox Reed.

Being told that you have to tutor your bully never really sounds good. When Caitlyn is told she has to tutor the person who has bullied her for years, how will they both react? Is he going to open up to her, or carry on pushing her out? Will she forgive him for the constant pain he's put her in through the years? Bullied by Luke Hemmings.

Coming into a new pack can be hard, but it's even harder when you're keeping secrets. As far as our kind knows, all the royal family has been wiped out in one attack. For most of it, that's true except for one part, I survived. Staying hidden, is my best chance of surviving long enough to take the throne. But staying hidden is proving hard when the Alpha of my new pack can't keep away for me, that and the new enemies I'm making for having his attention. Not edited yet

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.