Idris Harrell, is the Alpha of the Shadowridge Pack, which is nestled between the bustling city of Syracuse, NY, and the tranquil landscapes of Pennsylvania. At twenty-six, Idris has been yearning for his destined mate since his eighteenth birthday. His parents instilled in him the belief that not all rogues were evil; some were victims of circumstances. However, a brutal attack on his pack by a rogue Alpha, resulting in losing fifty pack members, ignited a burning hatred for rogues in Idris. Now, no rogue is safe from his wrath. ---------- André Costa has lived in the wild since the tender age of eleven. At the innocent age of three, his family sold him to their cruel Alpha. André's days were filled with relentless labor, cooking, and cleaning for the pack, his nights haunted by the echoes of their harsh words and brutal beatings. Left in the woods after a brutal beating, the Omega escapes from his pack. André found solace in his wolf form, seeking the company of wild wolves for protection. But fate had other plans. Twelve years later, while fleeing from rogues, André unknowingly crossed into the territory of the Shadowridge Pack. ----------*****---------- AN: This story comes entirely from my imagination Photos are not mine credits goes to the owners...

Cinde, that's his name. A slave to his family and to anyone he might know. When the eclipse comes to town the werewolf kingdom's only hope at surviving is gathering in the castle, where a shard of moon rock is perched high, graceful in its standing. When he is banned from the ball however the only thing he can do is sneak in despite his family's knowledge. Everything is going fine, that is until he runs into the king, and finds out they are mates... Then attempts runs away, which does not make King Veldore happy, not at all. "King's don't get rejected Cinde, Alpha's don't get rejected." __________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story a D/s novel and contains noncon. If you don't know what that means please look it up. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

Normal was the goal. Fate brought fur and a punchline. Brayden's life is a chaotic mess with the appearance of a broodingly possessive Alpha Damien and one ridiculously inconvenient mate bond later. Lukewarm coffee is out and ancient pack laws are in. Brayden is having none of it, determined to resist this unwanted destiny with a full-scale sarcastic rebellion against this supernatural nonsense. Prepare for a darkly funny rom-com that gleefully claws its way out of the werewolf genre box. While Damien's possessiveness howls 'fated mate', Brayden's inner monologue is a laugh-out-loud revolt against any predetermined bond. His wit is sharp. His mate's teeth are sharper. Who bleeds first in this untamed romance? Excerpt: ''Dude! Let go!'' I yell, my voice muffled by the wall of flesh smashing my face. My one arm was still being held secure in the guy's grip and my other hand is now pinned to my side. Desperate to escape I resort to just wiggling my whole body, thrashing around to try and get loose. Instantly, I'm released and my anger comes back in full force. "You think you can file for harassment over a spilled drink!? Wait until I get a chance to talk to the police because holding me without my consent, against my will is actual harassment!" I yell at the man, trying to straighten my shirt.