

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out." I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Vera Darkthorne, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Eris got the love, the title, even my mate Cain, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine. That night, I ran. Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Eris's dying, the pack demands my return. "Come home, Vera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you." I almost laugh. After everything? But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own. And when wolves hunt you down, you don't run—you rip their throats out first.

Amy was the luna of her pack, growing a pup in her stomach when the alpha betrayed her and took her life, and that of her pup. When she woke up six years earlier she decided to change everything. Revenge would be something she focused on.

Nine months pregnant with the heir to the Moonscar Pack, I was locked away by my own fated mate—imprisoned in a silver-lined cell beneath the Pack's Healing Sanctum and injected with Wolfsbane Suppressant to seal my wolf blood. Why? Because his former lover, Vera, was giving birth the same day, and the Blood Moon Oath decreed only the true-blooded firstborn son could inherit the wealth of Silvermoon Valley. I screamed in agony and begged him to take me to a hospital. Instead, he seized me by the throat. "Stop pretending," he snarled. "You just want to steal the inheritance from Vera's child." I whispered through the pain, "The baby is coming... I don't want the inheritance. I just want our child to live." He walked away — and stood outside Vera's birthing chamber all night, waiting for their heir to be born. Only after cradling Vera's newborn son did he finally remember I existed. He sent his Beta to release me. But when the call came, Marco's voice was shaking. "Alpha... Luna Ariana and the baby... they're gone." In that instant, Alpha Kane Morgansire shattered.

In my previous lifetime, my parents can't bear to marry Selena Madden to a faraway pack, so they decide to let her marry Alpha Kyle Abbott from the Shadowfrost pack. On the night a party is hosted, the drunken Kyle mistakes me for Selena, so he kisses and marks me on the spot. Later on, he's forced to marry me in order to take responsibility for what happened. Out of sorrow, Selena decides to marry far, far away to Londres. But after Kyle and I become mates, he pretends as though I don't exist. Throughout our three-year mate bond, I'm forced to endure the cold shoulder he gives me while helping him deal with all the pack-related affairs. On top of that, I still prepare Kyle's meals for him meticulously every day. Even when it comes to bedroom matters, I do my best to cooperate with him. Some time later, our relationship begins to ease up. Kyle no longer treats me coldly. I thought this is a sign that Kyle has accepted me as his mate. But when he dies in an accident, he has his Beta deliver his final words to me before he breathes his last. "Layla, if there is a next life, please let me and Selena be together." It turns out that Kyle has never forgotten Selena. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Kyle and Selena are about to discuss their upcoming bonding ceremony. In this lifetime, I decide to fulfill their wish.

Aria was the beloved heir, but on her birthday, she was abandoned by her two Alpha fiancés, Adrian and Julian. The scheming maid Selena took her place, using a potion to fake a mate bond and steal their trust. Drowned, forgotten on her birthday, even wounded by their own hands — Aria's heart turned to ice. Just as everyone thought she would submit, she declared: ""I will marry Damien, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack!"" The new engagement freed her and brought her a powerful guardian. When the truth was revealed, the regretful Alphas realized they had lost Aria forever—she was now the Luna of another pack.

After I lost the baby, I gave up everything my mate, Alpha Rhydian, hated. I stopped using our bond to sense where he was. I could sleep soundly even when he didn't come back to our bedroom all night. I didn't even tell him when a rogue's silver blade sliced my arm during a border skirmish. The pack doctor told me to notify my family. I just answered calmly, "I don't have a family." The doctor recognized me. "You're the Luna. Alpha Rhydian is at headquarters. Should I inform him?" I shook my head gently. "No, don't." But half an hour later, Rhydian came anyway. His tall frame cast a shadow over me, his voice ice-cold. "You're hurt. Why didn't you call me through the mind link?" I lowered my eyes. "It's just a scratch. No need to bother the Alpha." A low growl rumbled in his chest. The air crackled with his fury. He was about to speak when a guard whispered outside the door, "The Alpha cares so much for Isla. She just pricked her finger on a rose thorn, and he gave her the pack's most precious moonlight herb." I saw his jaw clench. His gray-blue eyes shot to me, searching for the jealous rage I always used to show. I gave him nothing. Not even a blink. I just leaned back against the cheap hospital pillows and closed my eyes. But Rhydian's composure finally shattered.

After a one-night stand with a stranger, Lina gives birth to a “little pup,” only for her cruel sister to throw the baby in a dumpster. What they don’t know is that the child is the pup of Roman, an elite Alpha werewolf. Five years later, that “little pup” will bring his Alpha daddy to Lina’s doorstep, begging her to come home.

Mia, a hidden Lycan princess, is betrayed by her Alpha husband on their son’s birthday and publicly humiliated when he chooses his brother’s widow over his own mate. Mia breaks their sacred mate bond and escapes into a deadly blizzard with her child. At her darkest moment, Alex, the Lycan King who has loved her for seven years, rescues them. As Mia’s hidden royal Lycan identity is revealed, she returns to reclaim her throne and make her betrayers pay.

For five years, I let my husband's fated mate take whatever she wanted. My place beside him. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a broken family had to be better than no family at all. It wasn't. On the tenth anniversary of the bond my husband and I chose for ourselves, he canceled our ceremony and told me his fated mate would be taking my place beside him. Then my son gave her the Luna necklace his father had once given me and told me she was his real mate. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago. No matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the woman Adrian chose. So I filed for the dissolution of our bond. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His fated mate thought she had won. My son didn't even look back. Then, three days later, a call came from Moonfall Island: Adrian Blackwood's Luna was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out." I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Vera Darkthorne, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Eris got the love, the title, even my mate Cain, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine. That night, I ran. Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Eris's dying, the pack demands my return. "Come home, Vera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you." I almost laugh. After everything? But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own. And when wolves hunt you down, you don't run—you rip their throats out first.