Zoe

"They said a woman couldn't handle four mates. Watch me make them eat those words. "

The night Kennedy's slap landed on my face, I thought I'd die in that gilded cage—until they came. Four sets of glowing eyes in the darkness, four pairs of hands pulling me from hell. Carl with his quiet rage, Barry's protective snarl, Devin's healing touch, and Ara... oh god, Ara, who licked the blood from my lips and whispered "Mine" like it was already law.

They saved me.
They marked me.
Now they'll learn what happens when you awaken a sleeping goddess.

Five years later, I'm a mother of twins, heir to the Moon Goddess, and the only living Luna to claim four Alphas as mates. The packs call it blasphemy. My men call it destiny. And the bastard who tried to break me?

He's currently choking on his own blood in my foyer.

The rules of our world are crumbling:

One mate is tradition. Four is revolution.
Moon-Blessed women don't submit—they rule.
And when you hurt what's ours? We don't kill you.
We let our daughters do it.

To the packs who whispered I was cursed:
You were right.
To the elders who said I'd tear them apart:
Watch how tight I hold them together.
And to my four Alphas, currently pinning me to our bed:
Deeper. Harder. Again.

(A scorching polyamorous werewolf saga. Contains mature content, primal claiming scenes, and a Luna who rewrites the rules with teeth and claws.)

For fans of:

Reverse harem with bite
"Who's the real Alpha?" tension
Matriarchal power shifts
Moon magic & warrior priestesses
Unapologetically possessive male leads

Warning: Reading may cause spontaneous howling, thigh bruises from gripping your seat, and an overwhelming urge to bite your partner's neck. Enter at your own risk.

"Blackwood, stop,"" I gasped between kisses. ""You're not yourself."

He didn't seem to hear me. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pressed his body against mine. Despite my anger, I felt my resistance weakening. The makeup bottles scattered across the counter as he lifted me onto it.

"This is insane," I whispered, even as my arms betrayed me by wrapping around his neck.

His expensive cologne filled my senses as our bodies connected. His usually cold eyes were now dark with desire, unfocused yet somehow seeing only me.

The music outside was deafening, drowning out any sounds from the dressing room as we surrendered to whatever madness had taken hold.

Backstage, Willow and Damien— the wealthy tycoon she’d saved— were tangled in a passionate embrace. They’d been strangers, worlds apart in social standing, until a sudden accident brought their lives crashing together. Can this fiery biker chick, with her unapologetic edge, actually win over his heart?"

In a world where werewolves rule ancient territories and witches walk the line between worlds, eighteen-year-old Layla Blackwood discovers her destined mate is the one boy she can never have—the crush of her best friend Maya. But fate has crueler plans when war erupts between packs.

When Pine Hollow falls to the ruthless Shadow Creek pack, Layla's world collapses into blood and ash. Her parents enslaved, her people scattered, and her future stolen. In a desperate bid to save Layla from execution, the witch mother makes a sacrifice that costs her everything—even her daughter's body.

Trapped in the skin of her dead best friend by a witch's forbidden ritual, Layla must navigate a new existence where no one recognizes the soul behind her eyes. Not even Ethan Gray, the Alpha's son and her true mate, who returns from exile only to see a stranger in her place.

Now disguised as the witch's daughter, Layla walks among her enemies in Shadow Creek—a conquered territory where traitors are rewarded and loyalty punished by death. As execution day approaches for the captured heir of Pine Hollow, Layla must decide: Will she hide in safety, or risk everything for the mate who doesn't know she exists?

In a land where wolves change their coats but never their hearts, one girl with two souls must find her true pack or lose herself forever between worlds.

First in a dark fantasy trilogy exploring identity, revenge, and the price of belonging.

I thought I was broken. I never knew I was blooming.


My name is Lily, and I've been invisible my whole life.

Growing up in Silver Ridge pack meant surviving my father's drunken rages and protecting my little brother Silver from the monster our dad became after becoming addicted to Shadow Brew—a deadly alcohol made from blood bat flowers. When Mom couldn't take it anymore and chose pills over pain, I became Silver's only shield against a world that had forgotten how to be kind.

At fifteen, my wolf awakened early during a violent storm as I fled my father's latest beating. I found shelter in an abandoned Moon Temple, where I've returned for three years whenever the world became too much to bear. When Old Martha took us in after we had nowhere else to go, she helped me get a job at Green Thumb florist so I could finally contribute something to our small family.

Then came the delivery that changed everything.

When I brought blood bat flowers to Dark Moon Tavern, my wolf went wild with recognition. The performer behind the bar—the man they called Shadow King—was Blake Stone, Alpha of Silver Ridge. The same man whose poisonous creation had destroyed my family.

He was also my fated mate.

The moment our eyes met, I felt the sacred bond snap into place. But Blake already had a chosen mate—the beautiful, vicious Katelyn. When he realized what I was to him, he didn't claim me. Instead, he poured his signature drink over my head and let his mate slap me in front of his entire pack.

"As if I would ever betray you for someone like her," he told Katelyn, his rejection searing through my soul like silver.

Now my wolf is broken, dying from the mate bond Blake severed with his cruelty. I can't shift. I can barely breathe. In desperation, I returned to that abandoned temple to pray for healing.

That's when the Moon Goddess answered.

Glowing soul flowers bloomed from the temple stones—flowers that could heal impossible wounds and grant unimaginable power. Because sometimes the person who breaks you isn't your ending.

Sometimes they're just clearing the path to your true beginning.