(BOOK 1 - Mate Series) A merciless Alpha, notorious for hunting the mates of his enemies, uses loneliness to his advantage until his mate arrives, starting England's biggest wolf hunt. Krey Graymer is heartless and feared by many. As the new Alpha of the most powerful pack in the country, Krey rules the only way he knows how; on anger, grief, and dominance. Krey has used his lonely soul as a weapon for many years. Nobody could kill him, and nobody could target his mate because he didn't have one, until little Pippor Monty stumbles into his life.

Life is unfair, something that Zayne knows from experience. His whole life is unfair. His birth wasn't allowed, his existence hated as his mother gave him up to chase her own dreams. Punished for choices he didn't even make,Zayne has only known a cruel and bitter life with his pack, the life of an Omega. Through a twist of Fate, Zayne falls in the hands of a group of dog fighters and has to endure two years of grueling pain and hunger before the ASPCA steps in and saves him. All trust in humanity lost, Zayne wouldn't, couldn't trust anyone near him. Least of all the werewolves that are supposed to adopt him into the pack.

When Vera was young she saved a witch from drowning. The witch looked into her eyes and read her future. She gave Vera the one thing she would want most in the world. And as Vera's life unfolds - broken the night he came and took her dream away - little would Vera know that she had saved the witch, but the witch had saved her also that day. Please note this is a short story. Mature language is included. Thank you for reading.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

THE SEQUEL TO 'LUNA OF ROGUES.' Last Haven is scattered to the wind. It has been nineteen years since the castle burned - nineteen years of bitter warfare - and rogues are a dying breed. Defeat is starting to look inevitable. Every rogue has a choice, the Alphas say. Resist and die, or surrender and die quickly. Eva finds a third option: provoke a pack war, sit back, and let her enemies self-destruct. Her mission will take her undercover in the heart of Silver Lake territory with only an Alpha's bastard for company. One slip of the tongue will cost them their lives, and there is no room for failure when the fate of every surviving member of Last Haven rests on her shoulders.

Everyone knows that rogues are vicious, thieving shits. Skye is no exception. When her birth pack disowns her, she is raised by a family of raiders who are famous for all the wrong reasons. Trespass is an art-form, killing flockies is a hobby, and every pocket is ripe for the picking. But it's time to grow up. A betrayal wreaks havoc in her adopted family, and Skye inherits responsibilities she never wanted and several hundred amoral cutthroats. She has to fight an uphill battle to keep them breathing -- let alone happy -- in a world where everyone and everything seems to want them dead. With mates lurking, enemies around every corner, and a web of lies to unravel, Skye and her family face the adventure of their lives to build Last Haven Pack from blood and ashes. [Disclaimer] May contain traces of: - 'The feels' - Homicidal thoughts - Unrealistic expectations of siblings and boyfriends - Walnuts

Kyle's life hadn't been easy. Born as a rogue wolf, packless and wandering, he was used to fighting for his life. He had hoped that after finding his mate, everything would be different. Instead, he was betrayed, rejected and cast out, left to die. Struggling to survive and avoiding pack wolves in general, Kyle soon found himself stuck with a few options left, all of which were not appealing. To survive, he had to put his faith, and life, in the hands of a pack. But could he trust them after what his ex mate, a pack wolf, put him through?

When Violet's mateless status designated her to serve as a breeder, she marked the very detainee she was assigned to seduce, giving him his life back in exchange for her freedom. Their arrangement, while simple in nature, would bring unforeseen consequences. Two minutes and a half. One hundred and fifty seconds. That was all it took for Landon's life to always come second. There was no such thing as second Beta in a pack - truth that Landon learned from no other than his own mate, who sentenced him to recluse by choosing his twin as a mate. When fate took away both pack and mate, a wolf had only one option - to become a rogue. Landon was never one to make other's life easier, so it shouldn't have been a surprise for neither his mate nor brother, that he did not conveniently die after his rejection.