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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?

Cursed to be a vampire, Queen Vivienne, once a proud werewolf, now guards humanity in the Imperial Colony. Alone for a century, she battles rogue vampires and seeks a way for her kind to coexist with humans. A vision of a brilliant, kidnapped scientist holds the key to synthesizing blood, promising peace—or a new, terrifying evolution of her enemies. Will Vivienne secure humanity's future and her own redemption, or will ancient evils and unforeseen dangers unravel her fragile kingdom?

The evening air carried the sweet scent of moonflowers as I hurried through the pack grounds, my heart light with anticipation. Tonight marked our tenth mating anniversary, and I'd spent the entire day overseeing preparations for the Feast of the Moon celebration. The pack members had shooed me away early, insisting they could handle the final arrangements without their Luna's supervision. "Go surprise your Alpha," Beta Sarah had urged with a knowing smile. "Ten years deserves something special." I clutched the small wrapped package in my hand—a hand-carved wooden frame containing a sketch I'd made of Ryan and me from our marking ceremony. My artistic talents were something I rarely shared with anyone but him. *He's going to love it,* I thought, touching the Luna necklace at my throat, tracing its intricate moon pattern—a nervous habit I'd developed over the years. As I approached our private quarters in the pack house, a sharp, unsettling sensation rippled through my chest. My wolf, Lyra, suddenly howled within me, her silver presence agitated and restless. *Something's wrong,* she whimpered, clawing at my consciousness.