Rosalind Claire

When I was pushed into the pool, I saw my newlywed husband rush over, but he chose to save his first love instead, leaving me forgotten in the cold water.
I was nothing but a tool for my husband to express his love for his grandmother. His heart had always belonged to another woman.
But when I finally reclaimed my true identity, he desperately tried to win me back.
"Mr. Morrison, the woman you've loved deeply for over a decade, your so-called first love, was actually your ex-wife. You mistook someone else for her!"
Max's eyes turned red with shock and realization. He searched frantically for her until he found her. "Sarah, it's always been you that I've loved. Please, let's get remarried!"

Thorvald gripped my hips firmly, pressing his cock dick against me as he began to thrust violently. He gnawed at my jaw, leaving a trail of sticky saliva that made my skin crawl with each contact.

Growing more excited, he roughly pulled my leg up around his hip, trapping me. I felt my body no longer belonged to me, as if my soul were floating above, looking down at this nightmare.

"Won't be too hard to possess you." He thrust harder. "Fuck, Elsa. I'm going to fuck you until you learn your place, understand?"

Deep within the territory of the werewolf pack, 18-year-old Elsa is the eternal shame of her family. During the coming-of-age ceremony, she failed to awaken the werewolf spirit within her. When the entire pack regards her as a defective being and bullies her, working part-time at a coffee shop and saving money becomes her only hope to escape from this living hell. However, an abrupt order from her father pushes her towards a werewolf gathering, and it is there that she has a forbidden encounter that will turn her destiny upside down.

Can the wolfless she-wolf escape from the ferocious wolf pack and find a new life?

My head throbbed painfully, and every inch of my body felt as if it was being torn apart. The man I spent the night with was a force of nature, an absolute beast in bed. Glancing at the scattered condoms around, I estimated we’d gone at it five or six times last night. I sighed, convincing myself it was just a one-time fling, a steamy memory I’d cherish. After all, I didn’t even know his name, and I was sure we’d never cross paths again.​

But fate had a twisted sense of humor. The moment I stepped into Silver Moon Pack as a newly - signed actress, I froze. There he was—the Alpha whose eyes held me captive, the same man I’d shared that wild night with. I’d dreamed of this moment, thinking it was my ticket to stardom. Little did I know, this Alpha was infamous as the “Demon Alpha.” Now, I couldn’t help but wonder: Would I survive his clutches?