“You look mature for your age,” he said, with a raspy voice as he pinned me to the close door with one hand and the other zipping his black pants down.
My heart beat rapidly within my chest, allowing my body to tremble. It was the first time I've seen the nakedness of a man, especially his manhood...
"W...what're you doing here?" I gulped.
He lowers his lips to my neck and whispered lustfully, "I'm here...to mark you."
Avery Warren is an eighteen year old she- wolf. From birth she was blessed by the moon goddess in having a beautiful unique appearance that could capture any man heart. It was a gift but also a terrible curse that led to the death of her entire pack.
Before her parents was murdered. Avery could only recollected the very first words her mom said to her before she died was to never reveal herself to anyone and to keep on running.
Avery is now all alone without a pack, a home, clothes, food and anyone to love her until she met Liam Payne a powerful, deadly alpha who everyone fears. Liam had accidentally protected her from his worst enemy Alexander Thomas who had made an attempt to take Avery as his own after seeing her nude human form for the first time.
Liam as never seen Avery shifted and wants nothing to do with her, but to get rid of her permanently for she had only cause a terrible threat to his pack.
Will Avery ever stop running from her past and find happiness in being apart of Liam powerful pack; After she had been rejected by him numerous times?
The lone she-wolf is a steaming, hot novel; fill with bare pleasure and excitements.
☡WARNING☡ MATURE CONTENT. SUITABLE FOR THE AGE OF 18 AND OLDER.

My name is Salem Harpen. I'm eighteen years old. And I am the last member of my pack.
The day I was born, my pack was secretly attacked and many of them were killed. My grandmother was lucky enough to escape with me into the depth of the forest.
For eighteen years my grandmother and I have been dwelling secretly in the forest. Old age had soon taken over her and she was not strong anymore. The day she was taking her last breath. She made me make a promise to never leave our secret place. One day I had to. There was no more prey to hunt and I was slowly dying of hunger. I had to leave our secret place to survive.
Seeing the outside world of the forest for the first. I was scared. I swiftly search for enough food to return to my safe place but unexpectedly I was captured by a pack of wolves for hunting on their land without any permission. New to the outside world I was clueless about such a rule. They chained me up and carry me away to be punished by their alpha. I cried. Was I the end of my entire pack?

Molly was an 18 year old she wolf fantasising of an happily ever after . She hopped her true mate would be handsome and kind , what more could a girl want . Little did she know she was destined for the beta, a strong man who would worship her forever and more .
Her life was about to change for the better and why not .

"I killed my first mate and met the second.
"Did you sleep well, little girl?" he asks.
"Who are you? Why am I here?" Feeling a sudden pang of fear, I add, "... Where’s my mate?"
"You came running and attacked me at night, and since you seemed injured and couldn't control your wolf-shape, I defended myself until I managed to knock you out without causing further harm. And you gave me a nice scratch in the process, worth mentioning," he continues, "And was it your mate who attacked you?"
Apprehensively, I repeat the head nod.
He lets out a grunt. "You had bad luck in choosing your mate."
"I didn't choose him. The moon Goddness picked him for me. Don't you see I'm cursed? I'm the child of two Lycans." It feels like the world's weight has crashed down on my shoulders. "Because of it, I've lived as an outcast in Agares my whole life."
Something changes in his expression. His eyes take on a feral gleam. "Agares?"
"Yes."
He snarls the words without looking at me. "That explains a lot...I’m Darius Montarac, Lycan King of Norden, and the Moon Goddess long ago decreed that every she-wolf born from two Lycans should be brought to my kingdom, for one of them would be my Luna."
Alina was a cursed she-wolf who could transform into a large wolf, triggered only by rage and pain.
On her wedding night, her mate tried to reveal his malevolent intentions, but Alina lost control and killed him. When she regained consciousness, she found herself naked, covered only by a man's shirt.
This shirt had belonged to a lycan who had been lurking on the border of Agares in search of his Fated Luna. He had claimed that a girl born of two lycans should be his mate.
A scent she couldn't quite describe had wafted over to her.
As their paths collide, Alina must face a chilling question: is he her second chance… or the final piece in a prophecy that could destroy her?

"She is deaf."
"What, she can't be deaf. I have never heard of a deaf wolf. It is impossible."
"I am serious. She had an accident when she was six. She didn't have her wolf then, and it couldn't heal, resulting in hearing loss."
She smiled. Her smile could have knocked me over. It was something I would want to see as often as I could. "Can you hear me?" She just shook her head.
How on earth would I communicate with her if she couldn't talk? If I marked her, I could mind-link. I could mark her here and now. It is my right, after all. But she may not like that.
I had to wonder if her being deaf, though, would be okay. If I marked her, she would be Luna to my pack. She would need to be strong. I had no idea if losing her hearing made her weak. As much as I wanted to claim her on the spot, I would need to know that she could hold her own. Or, at the very least, could be taught to fight.
---------Kaya
When I pressured my brother to take me down to the southern territory I just wanted to experience the way the rest of the world lived. Growing up in the north is brutal and we survive off the land. But I never expected to meet my mate and from a southern pack made it all the more difficult. His values differed from my own. The way his pack lived was the opposite of how I was raised. The brutality of my life would lead me to make decisions that put the Shadow Pack in jeopardy. With my mate Cade and our differences we would be tossed into a battle that had been waged long ago.

"Dad, I think something is wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm smelling four."
"Four?"
"Yes, there are four different scents. I don't know how to explain it but they all have the same earthly scent, but something else to it. What does that mean?"
"You have four mates."
"Four mates? That can't be real, I have never heard of that before." Avery was in a state of panic now, which caused her to involuntarily transform back to her human form.

“I, Alpha Taylor, reject you Juliana as my mate and the Luna of Moonlight Pack.”
My heart was broken into pieces when these words came out from Alpha Taylor. This is my third chance mate and he still rejected me.
"I won't accept your rejection!!" I cried out.
"I will banish you and turn you into a rogue if you refuse to accept this rejection now!!" walking with predatory steps he let out a low growl.
"Please, you can't reject me," with teary eyes I pleaded for him to pity me.
"We are enemies, remember...?" He asked reluctantly.
"Yes, but just give us a chance... I am damn sure that we could work things out," I desperately voiced.
"NEVER...!!" he snarled dangerously at me causing me to flinch back in fear.
"Plea... please, please..." With trembling lips, I pleaded as tears streamed down my face.
Smiling deadly, he strode toward me, "You are a curse, Juliana, remember..."

She is the last in their breed of Golden Wolves; the most powerful werewolf with strong mental powers, but Daffodil never knew it.
Lexus is a Beta Warrior with a mission; to find the last golden she-wolf that the next in line Alpha dreamed of having as his wife to make him the most powerful Alpha in the Werewolves’ realm.
What happened if the last Golden She-wolf is the mate of the Beta Warrior?
And what is the truth, behind the Beta Warrior's identity?

"I think...I think I am going to cum!" The words come out as a half-whispered confession, carrying an unusual blend of vulnerability and anticipation.
As the words escaped my throat, further fueling the erotic aura in the room, Shane, seemingly undeterred, pushed himself even deeper inside me. It felt like a pleasurable invasion, an intimate trespassing that sent waves of thrilling heat coursing through my veins. His swift, rhythmic movements made my heart flutter in a jumbled rhythm, a carnal tango of desire and fulfillment.
"I want us to cum together, Sierra." Shane's voice, husky and laced with pent-up lust, filled the hushed silence.
Sierra Buendia used to be part of a pack. A pack that was attacked and everyone in it died but her, or so she thought. A pack she swore to never say the name of again. She ran away when she was young and hid amongst the human world. She was found by an older women, who was also a pack runaway from many moons ago. Even though they were not related or even from the same pack. Sierra grew up knowing that Grandma Bobby Ammons loved her very much. And Sierra did everything she could to keep their true identity hidden. She worked like everyone else. And she even opened her own coffee shop. One day her wolf Via scensed that their mate was close. Sierra 24 and had no interest of finding her mate. She didn't even have a boyfriend. Via warned that her mate was the Alpha of the Lunar Sky pack. Sierra wanted no part of it. Every time she went to work she hid her scent, so she was confident that he wouldn't even know that she was a wolf. The day Sierra learned that Grandma Bobby was very sick, she forgot to use her vanishing scent spray. And like clock work he showed up to get his usual coffee and donut. He had been coming here for over a week. Today their eyes locked. Will this guy realise that she is his mate? Will Grandma Bobby make it through? One thing is for sure, Sierra isn't ready to go anywhere, and she sure isn't into being someone’s Luna.

Vanessa has known a hard and lonely life. Born with eyes as light as the moon reflection itself many believe her to be cursed by the Moon Goddess. Living in the shadows of her pack she had learned to pick up on details others would ignore. The only company for her sharp mind was her impulsive and hot-headed wolf Spirit. Together they had watched many mating ceremonies and this year she would be secluded again. However, an unexpected visit changes her life drastically. Vanessa gets chosen to work for the mighty leading Italian wolf pack run by Alpha Don Lorenzo. She gets sucked into a world of violence, crime, and male privilege. Due to the courage of her wolf and her sharp mind, Vanessa finds her way into the new pack and realizes she is done with living in the shadows. She decides it is time for the world to feel the power of the She-Wolf.

After a war that nearly wiped out her kind, 18-year-old Katrina, the last surviving werewolf, awakens from a magical spell with no memory of her human life. Found and taken in by Dylan, a charming college student, she must navigate unfamiliar human emotions, desires, and love. But soon, a dark prophecy and ancient curse threatened to destroy them. With the help of Sabina, a mysterious witch, Katrina must unravel the secrets of her past, save herself from extinction, and choose between her wolf and her newfound humanity

"Ahh, little one, I should be the one biting that lip of yours," he said in a husky, breathy voice. Inhaling his scent ignited a fire inside me that I fought against, attempting to prevent it from engulfing me entirely.
But my body became a raging inferno, with nothing but my desire for him burning me down to nothing.
As the daughter of the Crescent Moon pack's Beta, I was meant to be the strong male heir my father desired. Instead, I was born female and weak. I was relegated to isolation, treated likea slave and was brutally punished by him... my father! Worse, Hearing his plot to kill me, my heart died.
Fleeing my pack, I sought sanctuary, and nearly four years ago, I found it in the Lonest City Police Department, now I am Detective Sparks.
Unkown POV
As the black Jeep approaches, her scent reaches me immediately—a mix of spiced cinnamon and vanilla. Detective Samantha Alora Sparks, according to her captain, is hailed as one of the best human detectives on the force. However, she's not human.
Stepping out of the Jeep, she reveals a tall she-wolf standing at five foot nine with a toned and muscular build. Her brown hair, neatly in a bun, displays a color of aged mahogany, rich and deep, with subtle hues of caramel that catch the light.
As she hesitates, I observe her every move, captivated by the rosy tint of her plump and perfectly shaped lips and the honeyed perfection of her tanned skin. I can't tear my gaze away.
Detective Sparks, a captivating and astute woman, guards a profound secret that she conceals with utmost care. Tasked with unraveling the mystery behind the murder of a Crescent Moon Pack Noble, she must navigate the perilous investigation without jeopardizing her own safety. When a striking stranger arrives at the crime scene, she senses the impending revelation of her hidden truths and fears the exposure of her identity. Faced with this threat, she grapples with the need to deny her genuine desires to shield herself from potential consequences.
Will she successfully crack the case and preserve her secrets, or is the world she knows poised to crumble around her? Or could the case unfold into something more significant than anyone anticipates, putting herself and everyone she genuinely cares about in a state of fear for their lives.

Violet stood in front of the bait shop waiting for Uncle Scott to come out. She leaned lazily against her car playing with her phone lost in thought. Uncle Scott always closed the bait shop on Fridays, so his employees could have a nice start to the weekend. He always said everyone should have a fun Friday night. She smiled to herself thinking about what a wonderful man her Uncle was. She normally waited at home for him but Uncle Scott's car wouldn’t start today so she was his ride.
She really didn’t mind helping her Uncle out. He was like her dad. He raised her since she was six weeks old and her parents passed away in a car accident. He was her mother’s brother and took her in without a thought. She loved him more than anything and since Aunt Ray, his wife, passed away three years ago it was just them against the world.
Suddenly a noise from the trees had violet snapping out of her thoughts. She looked around feeling like someone or something was watching her.