With Alyssa stuck behind enemy lines and the fate of the pack hanging, tensions are higher than ever in this final installment of the Fatal Trilogy. ***** Book 3 begins right where Book 2 left off, with Alyssa captured and brought to the top pack's lair in Montreal. Unsure of Daimon and the rest of the pack's fate, Aly has no choice but to start finding ways to free herself and her baby from the grasps of the top pack and their leader, Pablo. Meanwhile, what's left of Daimon's pack scrambles to come up with a plan to rescue their girl and take down the top pack for good. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, and mentions rape and sexual abuse, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

Alyssa and Daimon's future is in deep trouble when his dead fiancée comes back to life and the alpha of the top pack, Pablo, threatens to come for their blood. ***** Daimon's long-lost fiancée, Stacey, who was believed to be dead the last five years, has escaped from her captors and returned to him, frail and injured. As Alyssa watches the man she loves tend to her, she struggles to figure out where she fits in the pack and with Daimon. Meanwhile, danger looms with the most cold-blooded alpha on the hunt for the one and only Shewolf...Alyssa. Can she escape fast enough on her motorbike, or should she stay to fight for the love she deserves? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, and mentions suicide, rape and sexual assault, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

Alyssa Barnes must conquer her monsters or risk becoming one herself - but gang leader Daimon Kross might be a dangerous distraction. ***** Past traumas have taught Alyssa Barnes to not shy away from dangerous men and to show no fear, not even when she encounters the deadly biker gang leader, Daimon Kross. But the notorious Kross bikers may not be all they seem to be, and Alyssa might not be the only one with secrets to protect. Will the power struggle lead to bloodshed? In ways she never expected, Alyssa finds out that sometimes love doesn't just bite...it howls. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity, abuse, self-harm, and suicide that may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Read Fatal Contingencies (Book 2, the Fatal Trilogy Series) here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/142024187-fatal-contingencies-book-2-the-fatal-trilogy Cover designed by Ren T

Kidnapped from her pack and abused since childhood, when Arden finally wanders free into the arms of her mate, how long until her demons come looking for her?

KC Blarez has been harassed, bullied, and picked on for as long as she could remember. When she moves away for three years, she returns with a special surprise for those jerks; she's smokin' hot, aggressive, and she's a werewolf. But when it's time for KC to find her mate, she thinks it must be a joke when her mate is the biggest bully of them all. And he just so happens to be the Alpha. Trailer- chapter 12

Warning: CG has been published. The last ten chapters of this book have been taken down due to copyright reasons. When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for the Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." Cuddly bunnies and fuzzy slippers!!! I don't know about this. Do I want to get caught?

Highest Ranking in Werewol #325 The Rogue Hunter is a viscous killing machine that showed up nearly ten years ago. The rogues laughed when a little girl picked fights with them, but when she left covered in their blood, she soon had a reputation. No one knows who she is or why she kills rogues. Packs fear her, rouges hate her, and she prefers it that way. The Council has been after her for years but every time they get a whiff of her, she disappears. She is so full of rage that she can't stand to be around anyone. The Rogue Hunter lives by three simple rules, Rule 1: Show No Mercy. Rule 2: Don't get caught. Rule 3: Never Care about anyone. When she makes the mistake of getting caught, she meets her mate. An Alpha. She doesn't want a mate. She wants to leave but he won't let her. She is afraid her walls will be cracked so she builds more. Will Axel Colbot be able to win her over? Or will Kristine Gard win? Can she be a Luna? Or will something of greater power jeopardize everything she has worked for?

I glared up at him my eyes narrowed, "Excuse me?" I was beyond livid by the words that just came out of his mouth. My glare didn't falter when Parker towered over me, clenching his jaw while trapping me against his desk. "You heard me." Parker's voice was low and intimidating that it made me feel so small. But I wasn't going to let him get to me. Standing up taller, I snapped, "I will not be your personal toy, available for you to do just as you please! I do not want to be held captive against my will, and not even have a say in anything. To be honest, I don't even want a mate." "You will do everything and anything I say, do you hear me?" Parker growled grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. Without even thinking I said the first thing that came to my head but meant every word. "I, Jasmine Davis, reject you Alpha Parker Mason, as my mate." * Jasmine Davis is the daughter of the Beta of the Moonlit Waters Pack. She's sarcastic and having a mate is that last thing on her mind. Jasmine gets the attention of most of the male population in her pack but she ignores them. What happens when Jasmine's mate happens to be the ruthless Alpha of the neighboring pack, the Lunar Shadow Pack. What happens when she doesn't want a mate especially, Alpha Parker? * [Highest rank: #1] [WARNING] - mild language and some steamy scenes* [Unedited] Read at your own risk! [Published: November 2015] [Completed: July 2017]

Mate. For the shifting community, this is the term applied to the one person who is yours and yours alone; a soul mate. So imagine the shock Bianca faces when at the young age of sixteen she goes through her first shift and manages to meet her mate. Yet he has other ideas for the happily ever after she was raised to be believe it would be. Left in the wilderness and fighting for life, its her wolf that takes over and her true journey is only just beginning. _______ [ this is a first draft and requires editing ] © 2013 ellarose12

"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.