Ripped from her home when raiders attack her village, Iris is given to a strange clan as part of the price for their warrior's help. Put on display, she and her cousin are paraded in front of the clan as the visual representation of the new lands that were won. Desperate to protect her cousin and help what's left of her people, Iris makes a deal with the leader of the clan. Interested in nothing more than the land that is now his and the omega that can provide him with an heir, Verik doesnt care if her people dont have the supplies to make it through the winter. Can she convince him that it's in his best interest to be sure the people survive, or will she be nothing more than a womb to the man planning to claim her as his mate?

Jackie was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After stumbling across something she wasn't meant to see, Tyler was left with no other choice.

It was meant to be a quick ten minute job, and Layla Martis was meant to be five hundred pounds richer by the end of it. Instead, after the hospital had an accidental mix up, the human ended up being inseminated with some random shifter's sperm. Now he thinks she's his mate.

TW Sexual assault Domestic violence Highest Ranking: #4 in Betrothed. #7 in Viking "I told you not to move," the brute said as he turned back to her. His face was blazing as he took her in. She had disobeyed his order. The brute took several long strides before kneeling beside her. Aila tried to bat away his hands as they reached for her. He wrapped one fist around both of her wrists to stop her from hitting him. "Nay!" He demanded. Another figure moved closer. A brute with short black hair and harsh jawbones. He was broad shouldered- not quite as burly as the first man- and muscular. He wore similar clothes but of darker colors. "She is a pretty one," he said with a devilish smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. He walked through the grass, his boots thudding loudly. "You planning to share?" "Nay!" The brute holding her said with such force. She shuddered at the authority he used. "She is mine!" "No," she protested with a hoarse voice.

In the werewolf world mates can be sensed from infancy. And once found even in childhood they are cherished. The lucky ones experience all of their firsts with their soul mate. First crush, first date, first kiss and most importantly first shift. A first shift takes place out of necessity, in times of war children shift as early as age 8 so they may be able to defend themselves, or an orphaned child will shift immediately after the death of their parents no matter the age, but in times of peace a body will not be put through the rigors of a shift until the first full moon following the wolf's 17th birthday. Every wolf dreams of finding their soul mate and shifting for the first time together. To feel such a strong and loving presence is the only way to dampen the pain. The other benefit is how sharing the experience strengthens the bond between the two wolves. Fallon Sharp was one of the lucky ones. When she was only two years old she found her soul mate in Nathan Ames the eldest son of her Alpha Jonathan Ames. Nathan, or Nate as he preferred to be called, was seven years her senior. Yet he cared for the little girl. He played with her, read to her, and learned everything he could about her. He relished in the idea of his mate. But time can be a funny thing especially when there is such an age difference. This is their story.

*Mature Content* "You bastard!" I beat against his chest as angry tears spilled from my eyes. All this time he's been here. All this time he's made me think he was gone. "Do you know how much pain you put me through you selfish son of a bitch?!" How could he have done this to me. We were supposed to be best friends. Partners in crime. Them against the world. I obviously thought wrong. The second he discovered this...life he completely forgot about me. Leaving me to wallow in my grief. While he lived in luxury, I lived in poverty. While he probably never lifted a finger I worked hard for what I had. He abandoned me, caused me so much pain for all "this". Forgot all about the girl he grew up with for wealth. For power. I don't know what came over me but my anger reached a new peek and I knew I'd regret what words came from my mouth in that moment of blinding rage. "I....

Jenna shivered in the damp air. Her coat of fur shook in a tremble. She breathed slowly in and out of her nose, trying in vain tho stop her racing heart that pounded so hard it felt as if it would tear through her chest. Her legs trebled as they shook. A ache settled between her thighs, marked with deep purple bruises and scratches hidden beneath her fur. A whimper of sorrow slipped past her lips. Would her life always be full of such misery and humiliation? How many pups must she give away to satisfy the desires of her pack? How many times would she be punished? The Breeder's life is not her own.

***This is just a sample. This story is available on Amazon.*** When Alphas are considered a menace to society and are relegated to living in Alpha-camps, they can only hold specific jobs, and being a stud is the best one. Being an omega in a society without Alphas roaming free, the only way to have one tend you during your heat is to hire them. Safeguards are in place to prevent pregnancy and bonding when an Alpha is Hired for Heat, but what happens when one of those fail?

***This is just a sample*** *trigger warning* Dark and dirty Omegaverse smut. Complete power exchange, non-con, abuse, neglect... you've been warned. This will be removed shortly to be put on KU, so read while you can!

Warning - This is a Dark Fantasy Romance. There are scenes of abuse, non-consent, and violence. Only the first 5 chapters are available on Wattpad. Ophelia I never wanted this. I never asked to be a Luna. I only wanted a mate who loves me and cares for me as I do him. A simple life; happy and secure. I never knew that there was no humanity left to soften the Beast. I didn't understand until it was too late. I ran. I ran into the arms of another wolf. A good wolf. A knight in shining armor. A fairytale prince... but royal blood would never be stronger than a TrueBorn. I will always belong to the Beast. Gideon I am TrueBorn and no runt princeling will take her from me. She is mine. If I need to become King to Claim her, then so be it. I will make her a Queen. Luna's are fought over... Queen's are killed for. **** Warning Mature Language and Content, including abuse, violence, and sex**** Copyright LeonaPage