I was almost to the door when I remembered the leather jacket I brought. I turned back to the room and just as I entered the most wonderful smell hit my nose. My wolf started to go crazy and I looked up to see a small pale girl with black hair in a bun and pale blue eyes. All my wolf kept saying was MATE over and over again. The room blurred until all I saw was her. She was cleaning up the table when her head snapped up to my direction. Her eyes widened and she instantly bowed her head down and stepped back from me. "I am sorry Alpha Colton I did not know you were coming back." She said shaking in fear. Just then Alpha Andrew walked in and slapped her. "DONT JUST STAND THERE CLEAN THIS SHIT UP!" My wolf sprang forward and I grabbed Alpha Andrews throwing him across the room. I Knew i was on the verge of shifting but it was pointless in trying to calm my wolf. "YOU DARE LAY YOUR HAND ON MY MATE!" I growled then grabbed his head smashing it into the wall knocking him out and turned to my mate. She looked at me with wide frightened eyes and backed away. I knew that my eyes were glowing red and my canines were out but I was pissed and didn't have a good temper. When she stepped away from me again I let out a growl and she instantly froze. "MINE." Charity Andrews is a werewolf who hasn't shifted yet. She is abused and mistreated by her pack for this reason because they don't think she is anything but a worthless human. That all changes when Alpha Colton comes for a meeting. Alpha Colton is the coldest meanest Alpha that many fear. When he goes to Alpha Andrews pack to settle a rivalry he didn't expect his mate to be the packs punching bag. He has been looking for his mate for a long time and now that she is right in front of him he is pissed at what she has gone through.

Heather has lived her entire life believing her mother is crazy. She doesn't believe the stories that were told to her as a child, the stories about men descending from the sky to take her. She rejects the false narratives and tries to help her mother the best she can even if that means constantly moving and preparing for the men to come back. She doesn't envision a life beyond this, never expected to leave her mother until she is forced to in the most unexpected way. When the men from the sky take her instead. *** It was a short debate but enough to push me over the edge. Pher was right. I was making this too difficult. I should just do it. I had been fighting myself on this for too long. I didn't care what he was, I wanted this. I stared at his lips as he spoke, my own tingling in response. "I could show you that if you wanted. Most of the other things you can do are outside of the esta-" I pushed up on my toes and crashed my mouth to his. My actions were unexpected and rushed. I could tell by his reaction. He reared back but not enough to separate us. His hand flashing to my arm to still us and then he froze. I thought for a second, based on his lack of response, I had picked the wrong time. Or maybe he had changed his mind from two days ago. I went to pull away, flushing lightly with embarrassment. I didn't get to disconnect our lips before he unfroze and reacted. His grip tightened, his other one going to my hair to hold my head in place as he kissed me back with more intent than I even had started with. My body flushed for a different reason now.

When Odette is attacked in her hometown by supernatural forces she is forced to flee across the country. Searching for a new city with no monsters under her bed she settles in a small seaside village. She believes she has found a new safe place, not realizing she moved to the same town her Lycan mate inhabits. Silas is a Lycan who lives within a normal werewolf pack. He spends his time running the Alphas warriors thinking he won't ever find his mate. Discovering her during his shift wasn't something he expected, but he'll do anything it takes to make her his.

Darcy Moreau, a down on her luck human living in a world ruled by werewolves, has her life upended when she collides with a werewolf who claims to be her mate.

Elodie didn't think it would get any worse than being abducted and experimented on by aliens, hopeless and never expecting to escape or see the sun again. That is until Experiment #302 begins, until she's placed with a particularly violent and ferocious inmate, expected to reproduce without being able to understand one another. Oh and did she mention the certain alien has abs and speaks softly to her? Her hope is rekindled after they connect, and the chance for escape... and revenge, grows. ⟡------------------⟡ He nodded, his face conveying nothing but determination. "Do not worry, the cameras will see nothing." She let out a sigh of relief, relaxing her body then looked down, trying to angle herself more to reach him. "You'll need to take off your pants." He glanced down at her position, a frown etching his face. "Why?" Elodie felt her face get warm again, Would the heat she felt thrumming through her ever fade? She blamed it on him, the warmth he provided. "Well, I'll get you off." He nearly snorted, holding himself up higher so his head rested close to hers. She felt her breath leave her as he came close, his bright purple eyes hypnotizing her. "No Rumean male would dare to be pleasured until he had pleasured his own female. Elodie shivered at the words, the demanding tone, and the way he said "his." ⟡------------------⟡ WARNING: There is graphic content including but not limited to violence, sexual scenes, death, kidnapping and more. Please proceed at your own risk! No form of this text can be reproduced without my permission. This story and all of the characters are my own. I do not give permission for anyone to use any of my work. I have spent hours working on this and stealing or plagiarizing is extremely disheartening and I do not give consent.

Book #2 in The Bonds of Fate series "I-I'm s-s-sorry." She wept bitterly, the tears flowing down her cheeks in an uncontrollable stream. "I c-can never g-give you what you want." Vincent wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, comfort her, tell her that everything would be okay but in her current state it probably wouldn't be best. In fact, he wasn't even sure that she would even let him touch her. "Please little one," Vincent pleaded, taking a cautious step closer. "It's okay." "No! It's not!" She continued to weep, her knees weakening. If she wasn't so hysterical she may have been fearful that she would've collapsed. Her sobs softened, until all she could do was repeat her broken plea in a haunting whisper: "I can't give you what you want." "Baby, please, I don't understand." Vincent kept his voice calm, though it was really tearing him up to have to see his woman in such a way. It broke his heart to see her, curled up, bawling like a wounded child. He had to fight for control. Another small step closer. He had to comfort her, to protect her- it was a burning need within him worse than anything he had ever felt before. However, there was nothing that could prepare him for the words that would come next. "I'm barren." *** For Spiraea Johnson, all she's known is the life of a slave. Constantly faced with the pain and suffering dealt by fate. Alpha Vincent Russo wasn't prepared to find his mate, and he certainly wasn't prepared for her to be a impossible fragile thing that seemed damaged beyond repair. Encouraging her to open up, and earning her trust are ridiculously difficult especially when there seems to be danger lurking nearby. Perhaps Vincent is exactly what the little one needs to finally feel worthy of love, or perhaps she might just crumble under the weight of change... "Too tight, and it might shatter, too loose and it might let go..." © 2020 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved. Mature for Language and other Mature themes.

*18+ Sexual/Violence Content Warning - Read At Own Discretion* A vicious smile touches his lips as he seems to read my intentions. "I knew it was you. I knew you belonged to me." *** For centuries an ancient treaty has kept werewolves out of Alvera's sleepy town. However, with the expiration date quickly approaching, the werewolves are set to return, bringing with them their notorious Alpha King. Like many in town, Alvera leaves her old life behind for the safety of the city. But with her sister mysteriously disappearing, she is forced to return to find her. But when the werewolves return, the Alpha King takes her as his wife, dragging her into an entirely new world. The deeper she falls, the more secrets she learns... The Alpha King has been the dark and mysterious stranger in town that she had an erotic night with years ago. His troubled brother has more to do with her sisters disappearance than she realised, and there is an unspoken bond drawing her and the Alpha together. And the deeper Alvera gets involved with the Alpha King, the more danger she is in.

Jaxson King is the King of all Alphas and is looking for his mate. Carolina the worthless Omegel doesn't even think she is worthy of have a mate. Carolina never got to have a childhood or a happy life so when Jaxson comes around he wants to show her the greatest things in life. But her hard life doesn't want to let her go that easy. Jaxson now has to protect her and keep his broken queen safe. Warnings •Abuse warning (Not a lot) •Cursing (Please know your limits when it comes to some topics) Started: Nov 14, 2020 Posting: March 20, 2021 Completed: October 25, 2021 -This book is connected to other books I have written please go and check them out if you like this story-

Led by whispers, bound by madness It's not frightening to take a life, but what is terrifying is the power to change it completely. Forced by my parents and haunted by my actions, I never expected my life to take such a turn. But here I am, confined within the walls of the Grimstone Asylum, a facility for the mentally ill. Among them is he, the Mad Alpha, a legend wrapped in tragedy, trapped here for over a decade. They say he's insane, a danger to all, and they keep him hidden, lost in a haze of tranquilizers and wolfsbane. But what if the madness they claim is merely a facade? I've to know, for my own sake. [weekly updates]

Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half. Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human. A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth. He will never have a true mate. When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate. Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins. No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates. A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love. But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.