Shapeshifters

Alpha Cassian is infamous. Infamous for surviving even after his mate died. Infamous for ruthlessly hunting and killing his enemies. Infamous for his hatred towards the rogues. The predator. That's what we call him. We lived in fear because of him. He made my life hell even though I never met him once. No rogue has ever escaped after meeting him. My father taught me to stay away from his pack and I did. I never went closer to him. But fate had other plans. I met the infamous predator. I had no choice but to join his pack and on my eighteenth birthday, I learned something that flipped my life upside down. The truth that terrified me. The truth that kept Alpha Cassian alive even after his mate died. It was me. I was the ruthless alpha's second chance mate. Yes, I was a prey mated to the predator.

She left her past behind when her world crumbled—betrayed by love, abandoned by her pack, and burdened by loss. One wild night in Europe changed everything: a s*xy stranger, stolen kisses, and her first time… that left her with a surprise she never expected. Now a full-time writer and single mom, Elara returns to her old pack after years away, only to walk straight into the wedding of the century—the Alpha King’s wedding. But when the groom turns to her, their eyes lock, and he growls one word that stops the ceremony cold: “Mine.” Oh. Crap. Worse? He just noticed her toddler. And growled again: “My pup.” Let the chaos begin. Weddings, werewolves, jealous exes, awkward family dinners, steamy revenge kisses, and fated mate drama collide in this uproarious, s*xy, and heart-melting ride of second chances, found family, and unexpected love.

"I, Zade Matthews, Alpha of the High-claw pack, reject you, Sierra Whitmore, to be my mate and Luna to my pack. You are to work here and obey every command and to accept my rejection" Nobody wants to hear the word rejection. Especially when you're not even strong enough to handle the aftermath of it. At 18, I had just got my wolf, Mina. I was not supposed to mate with an Alpha. I'm an Omega living an Omega life. But the moon-goddess had other ideas, and I was mated to the cruellest of Alphas there is. I'm what they would call a slave to the pack. In other words. I was dispensable if they didn't want or need me. So, when I was invited for breakfast with the Alpha, my mate, I should have taken that as my first red flag. I have never eaten with them. Even when my parents were alive. 6 Years later, just after my 24th birthday, the mate-less Gala was just around the corner once again, and I was tired. Emotionally and physically tired. I had nothing to live for. I had nothing to hope for. Every Omega knows they don't get a second chance at love and every omega had to accept that. That was simply our fate. So, being assigned to accommodate Alpha Nikolai's room was not one of my top things to enjoy, but here I was. Five minutes was all I wanted to have to myself when cleaning the room on the very top floor for the Alpha of all Alphas, so I stopped and sat down to rest my aching body. And cried. Only...the scent of all scents hits me. His scent. Alpha Nikolai Anderson. He doesn't know me, but he chooses to love me. He chooses me.

My two Alphas These bloody meetings were boring, but Ryker insisted we sit through the Alpha meet every year. We still had a year before we took over Black Moon Pack so I thought it rather pointless when we didn't actually get a say in anything yet. They weren't so bad though, my entire family was here seeing as we all come from Alpha bloodlines. My aunty Lily was here with her husband Damian from the Crescent Pack, my older sister Lana and her two mates Tate and Drake from the forest Pack were here and of course my other sister Arial and Chase from Red River Pack were also present with my mother. Along with Black Creek Pack Alpha Jamie and his Luna and two other packs, who I couldn't for the life of me remember who the hell they are or from where. Kind of pointless when the majority of the packs were run by family, not like the other three packs could argue, noone wants to piss off Hybrid wolf packs and they sure as hell didn't want to piss off my brother Ryker the Alpha king. A title handed down from my mother, The former Alpha Queen. Ace nudges me with his foot under the table trying to get my attention. Looking over at him he nods toward the Luna of Black Creek Pack.

"What do you mean he's your 3rd fated mate? Answer me Arabella!" Ryker screamed in my face as he stared me down waiting for an answer. Looking at his red face and clenched fists I'm not sure if he is going to kill me or my mates. My brother is ridiculously over protective. The only reason he is even here is to watch over me. He know's our father is going to be livid if anything happens to me. I thought finally getting accepted to moonlight academy would give me the freedom I desperately needed. It turns out, I'm not as prepared as I thought I was. My power's keep getting stronger, and mate's keep popping up out of nowhere. The lines between right and wrong are blurring, but I'm determined to prove I can do this on my own. I'm not sure if this mark the moon goddess gave to me is a blessing or a curse, but Im strong enough to figure it out on my own.

"What do you want, Aveline?" The Alpha King's silver eyes burn into mine as he drops to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs like he owns them. His voice is a command, not a request, and I'm trembling, unable to form words. "Say it properly, or I walk away and leave you like this." The night before our wedding, I discover that the man sworn to hate me is also the only one who can bring me to my knees. All Aveline ever wanted was a mate who would protect and cherish her, someone to take her away from a pack that rejected her the moment they discovered she was wolfless. Instead, she gets public humiliation when her fated mate rejects her, then gets sold as a bride to the cursed Alpha King—a man whose hatred runs deeper than she could ever imagine. Alpha King Thorne doesn't just despise weakness. He despises her. The moment he sees her face, he's reminded of the mate who betrayed him, the one who chose death over being his. Her only purpose? To bear his heir. Nothing more. Stripped of her title and thrown into a world of dark politics and ancient prophecies, Aveline must survive not just his cruelty, but the dangerous obsession growing between them. Because the man determined to break her is the same one who makes her body sing with a single touch. "You're mine, Aveline. Tomorrow you become my wife. My Luna. My breeder." What happens when duty becomes desire, hatred transforms into possession, and the girl meant to be broken becomes the only one capable of bringing the most powerful alpha to his knees?

Fight between Alphas Today was our sixteenth birthday and of all the days my brother Alpha Ryker had to call an Alpha meeting on his twin sister’s birthday. To say we were p*ss*d off was an understatement. Arial and I watched from the upstairs window as Alpha’s from all over filed out of their cars before being greeted by our father and Ryker. My twin sister Arial hated the meetings just as much as me. It was one thing being twins, it was another being Lycan hybrid twins, and we always found that we copped the most stares. Once we came of age and didn’t get our wolves or shift, we knew we differed from our brother. Our mother was a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, therefore, so are we. Our brother inherited most of our father’s traits, he shifted when he was twelve and was what we call an early bloomer, but he didn’t share my mother’s Hybrid gene. Yes, he was a direct descendant like us, but for some reason he only received certain traits while my sister and I were exactly like our mother. We had no wolves and were half vampire and half Lycan. We were both saddened when we didn't get our wolves. Ryker always spoke of how much he loved his wolf growing up. But we still had each other. Being twins means you always have another half, a best friend for life, and my sister and I were incredibly close. So close, my mother sometimes had trouble telling us apart, the only giveaway being that our scents were different slightly.

The young mutant journalist Weidi was forced to infiltrate Xavier's mutant academy. During her investigation, she gradually came to understand this group and found herself in a difficult situation, struggling with the contradiction between her professional mission and personal emotions. If one day someone told Weidi that one day she would save all the mutants. At the age of twenty-two, Weidi would say you're talking in your sleep. If that person added one more sentence: and make every wizard live openly with the weak. At the age of twenty-two, Weidi would sneer. The winner of the Pulitzer Prize that year, the first and only British female journalist. That journalist said: "I used to be a talkative and simple girl."

Mason Stone thought contract marriages were simple—marry your fated mate to satisfy tradition, keep your real girlfriend on the side, stay emotionally detached. Then Maya left him. Four years later, she’s back with a secret she’s desperate to hide and a backbone he doesn’t remember her having. The shy Omega he married is gone, replaced by a woman who won’t even look at him twice. Maya returned to clear her father’s name, not to fall back into the arms of the Alpha who broke her heart. She has the most important thing to protect now and enemies lurking in shadows, and the last thing she needs is Mason Stone complicating her life again. But Mason’s done playing it safe. He wants his mate back, and this time he’s willing to grovel.

I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack. I was wrong. On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man’s child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied. I should have died in those woods. Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha. The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb. He sees something worth claiming. As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name. But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up. I was rejected while pregnant. Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.