160 Book(s) Related to Wolf

When I woke up, there was a stranger beside me. He said his name was Kieran, took care of me gently, answered every question with patience. My wolf was dormant, but my heart raced every time I saw him.

"Are you my mate?" I asked.

He was silent for a long time. Finally: "Just rest for now."

The days that followed felt like a dream. He made breakfast, walked with me, kissed me under moonlight. We marked each other. I thought I'd found where I belonged.

Until I saw a black wolf emblem.

Memory struck like lightning—

Kieran Valens. My mortal enemy. Son of the man who killed my parents twenty years ago.

And I'd just spent three weeks in his bed.

Worse—when I pretended the amnesia continued and secretly fed intel to my pack...I found I couldn't betray him.

When he took a silver bullet on the battlefield, I ran to him faster than logic could stop me.

"Why save me?" he asked, eyes full of pain.

Because I love you. Because you're my fated wolf.

Because even though you're the one person I should hate most, my body moves toward you on instinct.

But this love was built on lies...

Three years barren, and Jessamine walked on thin ice in the elite household. Her mother-in-law spat venomous curses daily, calling her a "worthless waste of space" and threatening to force her son into divorce.

She could still remember when Damien had severed all ties with his family to marry her—kneeling outside their door in the pouring rain, begging his parents to accept her: "Jessamine is my one true love! I can't survive without her!" Back then, she was the only woman who existed in his eyes.

But now, for the sake of family inheritance, he had the audacity to demand her consent for his childhood sweetheart Celeste to bear their child. Jessamine endured the soul-crushing agony of watching her husband entwined with another woman, night after torturous night.

Even more devastating—after Celeste delivered a daughter, Damien had the shameless nerve to declare: "The family still needs a male heir."

In that shattering moment, Jessamine finally saw the brutal truth.

My pack's golden girl—my adopted sister—vanished. On my eighteenth birthday—the day my wolf should have awakened—my parents dragged me to a witch.
"Show us what you did to her."
Fine. Let them look.
Let them see who drugged me the day I came home. Who stole credit while I bled. Who smiled while planning my destruction.
They chose their precious Rosalie over me for three years.
They wanted the truth?
They were about to choke on it.

My mother forces me to replace my cousin Amy in the alpha’s consort selection.

In my first life, I was cast aside, but now, I vow to reclaim what’s mine.

I outwit my family, seizing back my father’s legacy and standing up to their cruelty.

As I navigate the palace and werewolf politics, I embrace my Smith blood, becoming a warrior.

I expose Amy’s schemes, face down the Fourth Prince’s treachery, and rise as the first female Wolf General.

In the end, I confront my mother and Amy’s downfall, forging my own path under the moon, no longer a pawn but a force to be reckoned with.

I recount the chaos after the Flower Club closed.

Mama and I waited for Jameson, but he bought out Yvonne instead.

When we learned Mama was Meredith, the Rutledge pack’s lost daughter, we found refuge.

At a feast, Jameson—with pregnant Yvonne—slapped me, threw us in a pond, and mocked Mama.

But Yvonne’s secret as an old regime princess unraveled, and Jameson’s complicity led to his exile.

Mama became a healer, freeing herself from his shadow. Though Jameson begged for forgiveness, his cruelty left scars. I found peace in the Rutledge pack, watching Mama thrive.

I'm Luanne. Reborn after being betrayed and killed by my childhood love Haymanor for his foster sister Selene, I vowed revenge.

In my past life, Haymanor colluded with rogues to torture me for a talisman, believing Selene’s lie that I cursed her. Reborn, I chose Sean, a loyal warrior, over Haymanor.

I exposed Selene’s fake "weak heart" and her affair with Haymanor, who’d stolen my blood potions to sustain her. As they fell from grace, Haymanor realized his mistake too late.

Years later, he begged for forgiveness, but I couldn’t forget the pain—including losing our pup.

He later killed himself, writing "SORRY, LUANNE" in blood.

My mate, Caspian, the alpha I’d loved for a decade, threw our six-year-old daughters into a nightmare.

Stephanie and Elizebeth begged for a martial arts show; he called it "trial by fire" and handed them to wolves who saw children as raw material.

They weren’t "art"—they were corpses, skinned and baked into a vase as punishment for Caspian’s old vendetta.

And he bid on them.

Cilian’s plot was a blade in the dark. She’d faked a pregnancy with stolen hormones, conspired with Arin—the compound director—to turn my daughters into "decorative blood bags," all to replace me.

When Caspian’s mother, Sara, died of grief after learning the truth, I broke our bond with their ashes and a blood oath. Let the Moon witness: I would make him see.

I, Helena Carmichael, endured three miserable years bound to General Grant Morgan, who favored Delilah, the she-wolf he cherished. Though I managed his estate and even saved Luna Isabella, Grant ignored me, letting Delilah steal my belongings and blame me for her faults. After securing a bond-breaking scroll, I escaped to my family’s estate.

There, I met Adrian Royce, who valued my intellect and kindness. When Delilah sent assassins, Adrian saved me, getting wounded. Despite Grant’s schemes to frame Adrian for treason, I exposed Grant’s collusion with Belvaria.

I’ve spent years as the Blake pack’s punching bag—all because of a lie about my dad.

Veronica, the she-wolf I once loved, the mother of my little Ivy, spat on me daily.

“You’re a rogue,” she’d snarl, slamming me into walls. “Ivy will never know you’re her father.”

Preston, that snake, made it worse.

He paid thugs to beat me, whispered lies to turn the pack against me.

But when Veronica locked me in a basement with rabid dogs?

That’s when I knew I had to die—or fake it.

I chose the latter.

Now I’m free.

Camille’s in my arms, our daughter Lila clinging to my leg, her laugh brighter than the moon.

But Veronica found me. “Owen, I love you,” she sobbed, dragging me to a binding ceremony.

I stared at Camille, at Lila’s sleeping face.

“Some wounds don’t heal, pup.”

Hello, my name is Katrina, and my family has to take me to another pack since I don't have a wolf.

Whose current alpha murdered his own father to become alpha. My new life began in a foreign place, and despite initial challenges with Nina—who was emotionally invested in the alpha—I eventually triumphed.

The alpha's wolf found out one day that I didn't have a wolf despite my best attempts to hide the fact.

Instead of treating me with disgust, striking me, or throwing me out, Alpha Antony lavished me with love and care. After a lot of hardship, I made the transformation and became the true Luna with a wolf .

Another Name :"The Luna With A Wolf "