I didn’t betray my pack. I saved them. But the elders lied, the hunt was rigged, and now I’m branded a traitor—cast out into the rogue wastes with nothing but scars and fury. When the Alpha King’s hunters dragged me before him, I expected death. Instead, his fangs sank into my neck… and he froze. Recognition flared in his golden eyes. I was his fated mate. The law demands he protect me. But instead of sanctuary, he wrapped silver chains around my wrists. 'You’ll stay caged,' he growled, 'until I know if you’re my salvation… or my ruin.' Now I wait in darkness, heart pounding, wondering if love can survive a bond forged in chains.

Elena was promised to the Alpha—raised since childhood to be his mate, his symbol of unity, his obedient queen. But on the eve of the Blood Bonding, she discovered his true nature: cold, calculating, willing to sacrifice her clan for power. When she fled, branded a traitor, the pack law demanded her death. But the rogue Lycan found her first. He is no noble leader—scarred, exiled, feared even among outcasts. Yet he didn’t kill her. He chose her. And now, bound by an ancient rite neither expected, Elena must decide: return to the gilded cage of betrayal, or embrace the wild, untamed future the rogue offers—one written in fang and fire.

You've always felt different—drawn to the moon, restless at night, your senses sharper than anyone else's. On your 18th birthday, a bloodied messenger from the Northern Pines collapses at your door. 'The princess lives,' he gasps before dying at your feet. Your adoptive parents hand you a letter: you are heir to the Shadowfang Pack, the most powerful werewolf dynasty—hidden for years to protect you. Now, they want you back. But power comes with teeth.

You're a rogue with rare healing blood—the kind every pack would kill for. He's a cursed alpha racing against time to sire an heir or lose everything. Your deal was simple: temporary mating, no emotions, just survival. But the bond is awakening something ancient… and neither of you expected it to feel like destiny.

You are the last Triad-Born—cursed with the combined blood of werewolf, vampire, and witch. Your power is unmatched, but so is your doom: a prophecy claims you’ll die by the hand of a werewolf warrior, the only one who wields the Eclipse Dagger. When you meet Kael, his scent intoxicates you, his presence ignites something primal. You fall fast, hard, forbidden. But when he uncovers your truth, blade in hand, your heart shatters faster than your fate can kill you.

Your father’s war drums grow louder each night. To stop the bloodshed, you’ve agreed to mate with Kaelen, the rival pack’s ruthless alpha. But beneath his cold exterior lies a leader who bleeds for his wolves. As your loyalty fractures, so does your mission—because now, saving his pack means betraying your own.

Lena Voss is a witch on the run—hunted by the ancient Werewolf Council for crimes she didn’t commit. With her magic waning and enemies closing in, she strikes a dangerous bargain with Kael Thorn, the ruthless Alpha of the Blackfang Pack. She offers him her hand in mating, not out of love, but survival. Kael sees her only as a political weapon—a way to challenge the Council’s authority and secure his pack’s dominance. But when a rival pack emerges from the shadows, wielding forbidden blood magic, he realizes Lena’s power runs deeper than prophecy. Now, bound by a fated connection neither wanted, they must navigate rising desire, pack betrayal, and an ancient curse that could unravel their bond with a single whisper.

Kaelen Varek is the ruthless Alpha of the Shadowfen Pack—feared in battle, unyielding in command, and haunted by the massacre that claimed his family. Raised on vengeance, he trusts no one, especially not her. Lysara Thorne is the fire-willed leader of the rival Emberclaw Clan, known for her lethal precision and refusal to bow to tradition. When the Moon Goddess speaks through the sacred flame, both packs are stunned by the same vision: their union is the only thing that can stop the ancient Blight from rising. Bound by prophecy but torn by hatred, they must walk the Trial of Moons together—a path that demands absolute trust. And every step brings them closer to the truth: the real enemy may not be the darkness ahead… but the secrets buried between them.

I never believed in magic—until her scent hit me on the wind. Not prey, not threat… but *mate*. The elders said it was myth: an Alpha destined to bond with a witch of the old blood. But here she stands, fire in her eyes and power humming in the air, and the beast inside me howls not to attack—but to kneel. The pack will call it betrayal. The coven will call it sacrilege. But when she looks at me like that, I don’t care if the world burns.

You're a rogue wolf caught trespassing on sacred pack land—supposed to be executed at dawn. But when the Alpha himself pins you beneath the blood moon, fangs at your throat, he doesn't kill you. He marks you. Claims you. Now every breath is yours, every beat of his heart bound to yours. And no one knows why he spared you—least of all him.

You're just human—fragile, powerless, ordinary. Yet the Alpha chose you as his bride, binding your fate to his pack in a ritual older than blood. The wolves growl behind their teeth when you pass. Hunters mark your scent. And him? He watches silently, waiting to see if you break... or rise.

You're the unclaimed mate of Kaelen Varek, the most feared alpha in the Blackpine Pack. He’s feral, untamed, and rules through blood and instinct. When he claims you, it won’t be with words—it’ll be with teeth, fire, and a hunger that can’t be tamed. The bond is pulling tighter every night. And tonight… he won’t wait for permission.

Your decisions shape the end of a thousand-year war. The scent of iron hangs thick in the air—blood, old grudges, generations sacrificed to pride. But tonight, beneath the hollow moon, you do the unthinkable: you bare your throat to him. Not in death. In surrender. In hunger.

I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.

Your breath fogs in the icy air as your instincts scream danger. The scent of strangers—musky, dominant, uninvited—fills your nostrils. You're in heat, vulnerable, and the wilderness offers no sanctuary. Four rogue males have you surrounded, their eyes glowing with primal hunger. This is no hunt for food—they want to claim you, breed you, bind you to their den. Your body trembles, not just from cold, but from the pull of nature warring with your will. Fight, flee, or submit—the choice could decide the fate of your freedom… or your future pups.

My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.

You're bound by blood to marry the Alpha—the cold, commanding ruler who saved your life years ago. But your heart races for Kaelen, his fiery-eyed rival whose touch ignites something primal in you. To choose him is death. To obey is eternal sorrow. And to defy them both? That could start a war.

Luna Reyes is a rogue wolf with no pack and nothing left to lose—her family slaughtered, her home burned, her name erased from every territory register. She survives on the edges of society, trusting no one, answering to no alpha. But when survival becomes unbearable, she makes a desperate deal: a transactional bond with Kael Valtor, the powerful but fractured Alpha of the Ironfang Pack. Kael needs a Luna to stabilize his crumbling pack, to project unity in the face of rebellion and council scrutiny. Luna needs protection, resources, and a chance to hunt those who destroyed her past. Their arrangement is cold, calculated, and strictly temporary—until the pull between them ignites something neither can control. But the Elder Council sees Luna as an abomination—a rogue unworthy of the Luna title—and they’ll stop at nothing to dismantle Kael’s authority. Worse, Kael harbors a secret: his blood ties to the Council’s ruthless leader, a man who once betrayed his own son to uphold tradition. As political traps close in and old enemies resurface, their bond becomes the only thing strong enough to defy fate.

You're a rogue running from every pack in the territory — hunted, cornered, desperate. Then he offers you sanctuary: become his Luna, and his wolves will stand between you and death. But trust is currency neither of you can afford. When you discover his real reason for choosing you, it won’t just break your heart — it could ignite a war.

Kaelen Voss is the most feared Feral Alpha in the Northern Packs—ruthless, untamed, and exiled for his violent defiance of the Council. He doesn't believe in bonds, only power. But when he abducts Lyra Thorne—the fiery, battle-trained daughter of the Southern High Alpha—he sets into motion a dangerous game of deception. The world believes they are mated by fate. In truth, it's a calculated lie. Lyra is no victim. Trained in combat since childhood and blessed with a rare lunar gift, she could kill him if given the chance. Yet something in his gaze—primal, tormented, hungry—makes her hesitate. As the fake bond deepens, so does the tension between them: every touch a performance, every word a weapon, every night a test of wills. But Kaelen’s plan is unraveling. Because real desire is forbidden in the game of alphas—and if the High Alpha discovers his daughter is being used as bait, the war that follows will drown the continent in blood.

You are the last Beast Lord of the wildblood clans, cursed with primal power and eternal solitude. Your roar shakes mountains; your instincts demand dominance. But when human hunters breach the sacred forest, you scent something impossible, and your mate among them. Your decisions shape the fate of man and beast alike.

When the witches rise to break the Hollow Veil, your decisions shape the fate of both realms. Kaela Stormfang, the unyielding werewolf alpha, and Elias Cross, the last of a cursed hunter bloodline, must forge an alliance forged in fire and blood. Trust is scarce, hatred runs deep, but something darker stirs beneath the surface—something that could consume them all.

You were born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, but never accepted by either world. Shunned by your pack, betrayed by those who should have protected you, you survived on the strength of your sisters alone. Now, hunted and wounded, you've found refuge—and love—with Oliver, your fated mate. But danger still circles. Your mother has returned. Magic stirs in your blood. And the past won't stay buried.

You were the last survivor of your pack — the one he destroyed with fire and fang. Now, the bond flares between you like a cursed star: undeniable, searing, and cruel. He didn’t know you were his fated mate when he killed your family. But he knows now. And he won’t let you go. Your decisions shape the fate of what comes next — vengeance, surrender, or deception.

Your decisions shape the fall and rise of Arrde, once a sheltered mate cast aside by the Alpha who vowed to protect her. Now, beneath her quiet grace burns a sassy, calculating fury. She won’t beg. She’ll make him bleed desire and crawl—just to taste what he threw away.

Selene Vael is an outcast—cast aside by her pack for refusing to submit to their corrupt alpha. Now, her younger sister has been taken, and the only lead points to a rival pack’s territory. With no allies and time running out, Selene makes a desperate bargain with the most dangerous alpha in the region: Kael Draven. Kael rules his pack with cold precision, feared for his ruthlessness and unmatched strength. He needs a Luna—not for love, but as a political symbol to secure a vital alliance. When Selene offers herself in exchange for his help, he accepts without hesitation. She’s a tool. A necessity. Nothing more. But as they journey into enemy lands, facing bloodied claws and ancient magic, something shifts. The walls around Kael’s heart begin to crack, revealing scars deeper than any battle wound. And Selene realizes that the man she thought was using her might be just as trapped as she is.

The blood sings under the full moon, a rhythm older than memory. I never asked for this—the strength, the hunger, the visions of fangs and fire—but it’s mine all the same. My family kept the truth buried, but the night knows me now. I am Rhydian, last of a forgotten line, and tonight, the wolf inside me stops resisting. The forest calls. The hunt begins. And whether I become monster or guardian depends on what I choose next.

Kaelen Virex is the last true Alpha of the dying Ashfang Pack—bound by honor, haunted by failure, and cursed by blood. Every full moon drains his strength, and without a mate from the ancient Lysara bloodline, his entire pack will fall to dust within months. He’s desperate, but proud, willing to do anything to save those who depend on him—even enter a cold, transactional bond. Then comes Elira Vale: rogue-born, sharp-tongued, and unaware that her long-lost lineage holds the key to breaking the curse. She doesn’t want love. She wants protection for her younger siblings, the only family she has left after years on the run. When Kaelen offers her a binding pact—her bloodline for his power—she agrees without hesitation. But the moonstone’s curse was never just magic. It was betrayal. And the rival Alpha who forged it is already moving in the shadows, ready to claim both the throne and the bloodline for himself.

Kael Varn is the exiled heir of the Northern Ridge Pack—rumored to be a rogue, feared for his brutality, hunted by both allies and enemies. But the truth is far more dangerous: he’s an Alpha in hiding, pretending to have turned feral to infiltrate the Blackfang Clan, a merciless pack amassing power in the shadows. To complete his mission, he needs a cover no one will question—a mate bond. That’s where she comes in. Lyra Thorne is a skilled tracker from a dying pack on the brink of extinction. Her people are starving, their territory shrinking under relentless attacks. When Kael offers her a deal—temporary mating in exchange for protection and resources—she has no choice but to accept. The bond they forge is supposed to be fake. But the way he looks at her, the heat between them, the way his wolf responds to her scent—it all feels devastatingly real. Now, as secrets unravel and loyalties blur, Lyra begins to suspect Kael isn’t who he claims to be. And if she exposes him, her pack may fall. But if she trusts him, she might lose herself completely.

On your eighteenth birthday, under the blood moon ceremony, your mate—the pack’s golden prince—knelt not to claim you, but to cast you out. 'I reject this bond,' he said, voice cold. The pain nearly killed you. But deep in the wilderness, something ancient answered your sorrow. Now, power surges through your veins, feral and unmatched. The pack calls you cursed. The elders fear you. And he? He watches from afar, realizing too late what he threw away.

You were born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, but never accepted by either world. Shunned by your pack, betrayed by those who should have protected you, you survived on the strength of your sisters alone. Now, hunted and wounded, you've found refuge—and love—with Oliver, your fated mate. But danger still circles. Your mother has returned. Magic stirs in your blood. And the past won't stay buried.

When the full moon rises and the ancient rituals begin, your body is no longer your own. As Ava, you've survived the claiming, the bonding, and the brutal rites of the werewolf pack—but now, every lunar cycle brings a new wave of dominance, submission, and divine violation. The God of Werewolves returns for you, your mate Vishous burns with jealousy, and the pack hungers for your surrender. Your decisions shape whether you become a vessel of power, a broken toy, or something far darker—something that hungers back.

The first time I smelled her, I knew she was mine. Not because of fate, not because of some ancient bloodline prophecy—but because my wolf stilled when she walked into the infirmary, her scent cutting through the pain like a blade of light. I’m Kael, Alpha of the Blackpine Pack, sworn to protect my people from the outside world. But she’s not outside. She’s here now, stitching up our wounded, fearless and fierce, and every night I fight the urge to claim her. The problem? She doesn’t know what I am. And worse—she might not survive knowing.

You are the first female student ever admitted to Moonrise Academy, an elite boarding school for young werewolves. Surrounded by predatory gazes and primal instincts, you must navigate a world where dominance, pack dynamics, and the moon's cycles dictate everything. As the only girl among powerful young wolves, every choice could either earn you respect or make you prey.

Vampires and Werewolves aren't meant to mix. Everyone knows that, right? Right? Scenario: You're a vampire, she's a werewolf, but, my goodness if the forbidden fruit isn't enchanting. Who would know if you just took one little bite?

You and a mysterious guy at school share no connection beyond casual encounters, but he's hiding a secret—he's a werewolf. He avoids attention and displays strange behaviors, hinting at his hidden nature. As you notice these oddities, curiosity pulls you in. Will you risk delving into his darkest secret, despite sensing danger? Uncovering his true identity might reveal a perilous world you never knew existed, challenging your courage and unraveling mysteries you weren't prepared for.

Lena Voss is the heir to a dying pack—proud, sharp-witted, and desperate to save what remains of her people. When political tides threaten war, she agrees to a cold, transactional mating bond with Kael Thorne, the ruthless Alpha of the dominant Northern Pack. It’s not love—it’s survival. But someone within the inner circle has been turned. A sabotage. A murder. False evidence. And suddenly, Lena is branded a traitor, cast out under the howling moon with nothing but rage and a broken bond. Now, as the rival alpha descends upon the pack with fire and fang, Kael begins to question: was it betrayal… or a setup?

In the frozen north where pack law rules and blood binds fate, you are the last descendant of a cursed bloodline—chosen not by strength, but by prophecy. The pack’s cold alpha, a merciless warrior with a heart sealed in ice, stands as both your protector and prison. But when whispers of an ancient bond surface, your every choice ignites a war between duty and desire. Your decisions shape whether love thaws the winter of his soul—or burns the pack to ash.

You ran away from a forced wedding that promised nothing but unhappiness and possibly abuse. With only your determination as your guide, you venture into the night, unaware of the dangers that await—or the unexpected encounter that will change your life forever.

You are a lumberjack who lives peacefully in your cabin, until one night, a pale, severe woman with dark eyes and an amber gleam in her gaze is found at the edge of your clearing. Her name is Wednesday Addams, and she carries an ancient beast within her. Obsessed with your scent of calm and earth, Wednesday begins to visit you—each encounter a tense, poetic dance of repressed attraction, wounded pride, and lupine instinct. Her visits come not with sweet words, but with growls, warnings, and macabre offerings.

He’s the Alpha of a powerful werewolf pack, commanding respect with just a glance. He came to the human world disguised, focused on a mission—until he saw you. The moment his wolf sensed you, it marked you as mate. You feel the pull in his presence, that raw, magnetic aura… but you don’t understand why your body betrays you when he’s near.

You're Mari, the quiet girl who gathers herbs by the stream and smiles too gently to be trusted. The villagers call you harmless, but they don’t know about the blood bond beneath your skin—the one that hums when the moon rises. Liam saved you, yes, but now his curse pulses in your veins, and every disappearance tightens the noose around your name.

You wandered into the forest at night but then you quickly noticed a sign that said beware werewolf breeding area you quickly walked pasted it not thinking of the consequences

You're the last of the rogue bloodline—hunted by your own kind, feared by humans, surviving on instinct and stolen moments of clarity. The pack branded you a traitor for refusing their laws, but you know the truth: they're the monsters. Now, cornered in the ruins of an abandoned church, you feel the alpha's presence closing in. Your decisions shape whether you die tonight—or rise as something far more dangerous.

I never thought leaving the pack would feel like falling. The elders said it was tradition—reach maturity, walk your own path. But no one warned me about the heat. It burns through me like wildfire, uncontrollable, humiliating. And now I can smell them—rogues, circling like vultures drawn to carrion. My scent betrayed me. My body betrays me. I’m not ready to mate. I’m not ready to submit. But the forest doesn’t care what I’m ready for.

The scent of rain and steel has clung to Kaelen since the day he was assigned to you, a silent sentinel in your gilded cage. He's deflected blades meant for your heart and stood unflinching in the face of assassins. But last night, after the ambush in the Crimson Alley, you saw it—a flicker of something other than duty in his storm-grey eyes as he cauterized your wound. It wasn't just loyalty; it was a desperate, possessive fear. Now, the question hangs in the air between you, more dangerous than any sword: who is the man behind the shield, and what is he truly protecting you from?

The first time Ava saw Vishious, she knew he was death wrapped in desire—predatory, possessive, and utterly consuming. A year of stolen nights and savage passion has bound them closer than blood, yet the werewolf world demands more. In six days, Ava will turn twenty, and the ancient rites will decide if she belongs to him forever—or to another. But Vishious isn’t waiting for fate. He’s rewriting it with teeth and fire, marking her soul as his even as the pack prepares for the sacred rituals that will test her body, her loyalty, and the very bond they both fear losing. Now, as the full moon rises, the question isn’t whether she’ll be claimed—it’s who will survive the claiming.

I was never meant to want more than survival. Bought at auction with no name, trained to obey without thought, I became just another body in the Alpha’s ring of pleasure slaves. But when he announced the contest—to choose his new Luna from among us—I felt something dangerous stir inside. The others see glory in winning him. I only see blood. And yet… if I can outlast them, outwit them, maybe this cage has a key after all.

You lived in a small village up in the north, home to many werewolves that live as one pack. Serrina was going to be the next alpha but there were two things she needed to do before she could become the next alpha: defeat anyone who challenged her on the upcoming Challenge day, and find a person to be her mate. Her father had high standards for whoever she decided to choose. By tradition, whoever wanted to propose would bring a deer as an offering to the person they wanted to propose to, and the one they proposed to would bring a kill back to show they accept the proposal. But to make it more challenging, her father gets to choose where her potential mate has to hunt and what type of kill they have to bring back. You are an omega and little did you know something very small was going to change your whole world.

Your decisions shape the fate of the pack. When tradition demands an Alpha prove his strength with a Luna at his side, you step into a role you never wanted—pretending to be his fated mate. But as rituals bind your bodies and whispers threaten to tear you apart, the line between deception and desire begins to blur beyond control.

You're a penniless girl sold into the night as tribute to the immortal vampire lord. You expected death—or worse. But he didn’t drain you. He kept you. Now, bound to him by blood and an unspoken tension, you feel his gaze like a brand. Every whispered word between you teeters on the edge of desire and danger.

You are the Luna who died—betrayed by your Alpha, left broken beneath the moon you once blessed. But the goddess has answered your silent scream. You rise again, reborn in shadow and sacred fire. This time, you won’t kneel. This time, you hunt.

King Cyrex is the Lycan King who governs over werewolves, foxes, warbears, hyenas, and more. They formed a Union led by the Lycan King for peace, though not every pack joins. Cyrex is still searching for his Mate, ignoring all she-wolf advances as he waits for his fated partner. A celebration is held in the Bloodmoon Kingdom to mark another year of the Union's existence. The daughter of the Alpha of Crestmoon Pack has been invited with her family. At 18, she should have found her mate by now, but since reaching puberty at 11, she still hasn't shifted. As an Alpha's daughter, expectations were high for a strong wolf, but her failure to shift has labeled her wolfless—perhaps even mateless. Tonight at the party, she feels her wolf for the very first time, if only briefly...

The call of the wild runs deep in my veins, but when fate binds me to a mate I cannot accept, your decisions shape whether loyalty tears us apart or love forges something stronger. In a world where pack law is absolute and desire is destiny, rejecting your mate is a death sentence—both socially and spiritually. You are Kael, an alpha-born outcast, torn between instinct and defiance, hunted by your kind for refusing the bond that should have saved you. This is not a story of surrender. This is the rise of the wolf who said no.

The scent of pine and snow fills my lungs as I step beyond the border stones of my birth pack. At last, I am no longer a cub—but a woman of the wild, marked by the first fire of heat pulsing through my veins. The elders said this would come: exile not as punishment, but as law. To find my own path. My own mate. But the wind carries whispers now—voices from a rogue den deep in the Black Thicket, where males without a pack wait… hungry, desperate, willing to claim what fate has set loose. And though my instincts scream caution, my body answers with a hunger all its own.

Haru Okumara but as a werewolf/The Big Bad Wolfess. You are Little Red Riding Hood, and she FIENDS for you.

Nina, the werewolf, has caught you and declared you her mate! Like a dog chasing a car, she's a bit innocent and doesn't quite know what to do now after catching you. Just a bit of fluff as a break between alien or corruption bots. She is less corrupted from the last time.

When the moon rises over Neo-Surabaya, shadows move with purpose. You're just trying to survive your internship at a high-tech biotech firm—until you cross paths with Kaelen Veyra, the enigmatic CEO rumored to vanish every full moon. Your decisions shape whether this city descends into primal war or finds redemption through forbidden love.

Your decisions shape the fragile peace between two warring mafia dynasties. You're the heir no one dares challenge—cold, precise, and perfectly composed. But she smells the truth beneath your cologne: the musk of a predator held on a leash. And when her fingers brush your neck, you don’t pull away. You *can’t*.

"I'll make sure your kind pays for what they did to me..." (MLM)