𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 ☾ When a rogue stumbles onto a pack's land, belly ripped open and minutes from death, all she can hope for is a little mercy-and a chance to survive. All Rosie has ever known is life beside her so-called mate, the one who brutally claimed her as a teen and forced her to abandon her pack. Now, she's on the run, and he will stop at 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to drag her back. If she wants to live, she has to keep running. Only, there's an infuriating Alpha that refuses to let her go. Of all the ways Luca fantasized of finding his mate, it was never like that- a rogue, bleeding out, barely clinging to life... And already bearing the claim of another, a male she believes to be her mate. Worst of all? She doesn't feel the bond, leaving him with a very one-sided need to sink his teeth into her. Yet fate is relentless. If Rosie wants the freedom she's fought so hard for, she'll have to see the truth for herself-that the male she calls her mate may not be the one fate intended for her. And Luca? He'll have to win her the old way. Not with the bond, but with 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. ☾ ☾ ☾ "You're not letting me go," she whispered, pulse hammering. Her fingers curled into fists. Fight. Run. But what was the point? He had already decided. And Goddess help her, she felt it in the way he looked at her. Like she was 𝘩𝘪𝘴 to command. How dare he? This was a sentence, not protection. But instead of terror, instead of disgust- her traitorous body 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. Because he was breathtaking when he took command, when that raw, untamed authority bled from his storm-gray eyes, pinning her in place, jaw clenched like he was barely restraining himself. "𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙠𝙚."

COMPLETED "Let me see your face." Savage, fierce, unforgiving, the world of the Far North is nothing like the land of Dunes where Bessa was birthed. From the first moment Bessa's feet touch the Far Northern land she has to fight tooth and claw for her rightful place within a pack that holds strict to the Old Ways. She will face competition for space within her mate's heart that he has already given to another. Bessa will face a hunger that she never thought she would ever have to hunger for...Love. Bessa holds her own secrets that will test her Moon's gifts to the limit. Bessa from across the sea will captivate your minds and your hearts as she faces challenge after challenge to rise to the top. There is a reason they will call her Luna.

"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both. Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides. A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe. "I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed. "But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words. "Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look. "I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown. "She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out. Lo could barely get her breath. She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional. It felt like he had just wounded her soul.

His dark voice trails down her spine, lighting a path of desire that renders her breathless. "If only I were in a position of no consequence." Alia's breath wavers when the pad of his thumb slowly glides across her bottom lip. "Then I could give in to the desire of killing the men who touch you." • It is the year 2358 and the Lycanthrope Kingdom is crumbling. Alia Cain is a 23 year old werewolf. She finds the King to be weak, impulsive and unfit to rule. She's witnessed his cruel actions, first-hand, when he sent Warriors of the Throne to kill her parents. She was 19. After their deaths, her uncle Darian - a highly respected Commander of the Throne - took her in and helped train her into the fighter she needs to be, to kill the King. But things don't always work out the in way you want them to. Not only does Alia have to leave her pack to survive, but her mind, body and soul desperately crave to uncover the mystery of the man who dominates everyone and everything around him with an aura so Herculean he makes all fall to their knees before him. A man who silences and relaxes his fellow pack members with his protective presence and has enough power to slaughter an entire Pack. Valen Volkov. A fierce and extremely powerful beast of a man with a harrowing past that has haunted him for years on end. Endless years of torture has resulted in him losing his memory and not only does he have no true sense of identity, but everyone around him wants him to become King. He finds no interest in the role, but things soon change when he meets a troubled Fugitive named Alia Cain. MATURE CONTENT. This includes detailed descriptions of violence, strong language, and sexual content. #1 fiction 14/02/23 #1 lycanking 30/05/23 #1 royal 17/06/23 #1 slowburn 29/08/23 #1 supernatural 02/03/24 #1 king 21/07/24 #1 adult 07/08/24 #1 lycanthrope 18/12/24 #1 paranormal 09/05/25

He was said to be the strongest of his kind. Impressed by his strengths and foreseeing his regime as a great king, he was blessed with a mate who would complement his strengths and character... but she turned out to be the infamous Bastard Princess. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio.

Deep in the shadows A darkness lies A ceaseless war That will not die Savage beats With eyes of red With claws and teeth They have bled The strong will survive The weak will die They strive for power And refuse to cry You have no choice If they come for you They will hunt and chase Until they claim you too You cannot hide You cannot run Because for them The hunt has begun

"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. I'm trapped here, forever. And he couldn't be more happy.

I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose. "Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his chest. "Sometimes our deepest desires are not meant to be satisfied." ~•~•~•~•~•~ Lara Crawford was a brilliant Med student who had all her life planned out, until one fateful event turned her in something she didn't believe existed. But humans, especially females, are not supposed to survive the shift and in case they do, they become weak wolves. But not Lara. Not only she survived, but she was also gifted with the power of an Alpha Female. An abomination. Four years forward she lives as a lone wolf in the city of Seattle, until she is called upon the Silverblood pack to solve the mystery of a human disease spreading through the wolves. Lara lived as a lone Alpha Female, but maybe an encounter by fate might change that. ~•~•~•~•~•~ •2nd place winner in the Majestic Awards 2018. •2nd place winner in the Mystic Awards 2018. •2nd place winner in the Blossoming Story Awards 2018 • 10 in #Werewolf Thank you from the bottom of my heart. *updating and slowly editing*

Hill wasn't just going to submit to her mate...when she finds him of course. She had a job, one that she took incredibly seriously, or else why would she be walking around with silver all over her body when she could get hurt from the venom herself. She was an enforcer, she enforced rules to rogues and Alpha's and if they didn't listen, she killed them. Mate or not, so it was't a surprise that here she was standing, with silver handcuffs around her mate's hands. There was no feelings involved, feelings made you weak.

Book 1 in the Deviant Creatures Series In the slums of New York City an underground prison sat. The City that Never Sleeps wasn't all it seemed, ruled by the society of the supernatural, the gang wars were pack wars, the drug dealers were carriers for money hungry beasts. But in the midst of all the chaos sat the prison. Everest Peak Penitentiary was renowned for being the most dangerous werewolf prison in the States, all of the traitors, tyrants, and hellions went there. The worst of the worst. Only the strongest survived. You had to fight your way to the top, past the plotting twats and bloodthirsty savages. Right up to the top, to the throne. It was known for that she-wolves never go to Everest. Save for the exception of Olympe Tryker. For years she had been the talk of the supernatural, her crimes horrid, her temper even worse. At the young age of fifteen she had been incarcerated into Everest. And she, like everyone else there, learned the hard way. It was kill or be killed. •Warning - Mature Themes• •cover by Deviation-•