One Night Stand. I Didn't Know He Was Powerful Alpha
"Werewolves are just a fantasy. They can't exist in the real world. You don't have to say such absurd things just to claim my son as yours. Alpha, my ass!" -- Noreen.
"You left me speechless, miss, and therefore you must take responsibility. I couldn't have sex with anyone after that night you marked me. Now, be my Luna, and I'll give you the world. Besides, even without a DNA test, he's definitely my son. He has a strong Alpha aura." -- Alpha Thiery. "He's my heir, the next Alpha of my pack!"
Noreen Winchester never imagined that her reckless, unprotected sex with a mysterious, charming man, on the night her ex-boyfriend married her cousin, would transport her to a world she had previously only considered a fantasy.
That one-night stand caused Alpha Thiery to lose all sexual desire after a beautiful, sexy woman bit his mark gland during a wild night at his uncle's bar three years ago.
His inner wolf claimed that the woman, whose name he didn't even know, was his mate. But the woman was a mere human, and it was impossible for him to have Luna, a mere human.
Then, after many years, the woman appeared before him again, with a boy who was every bit like himself.
The problem was, the woman was not only a mere human, but also incredibly stubborn, believing that anything related to werewolves, vampires, witches, and all supernatural creatures existed only in children's fantasy tales.
Alpha Thiery had to prove that he was a real being, not just a fairy tale creature. More than that, the child she bore was his flesh and blood, the next Alpha of his pack, and he had to have him. necessary, with her, too. Even if she was only a mere human.
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Chapter 2
Noreen's POV
Handsome. Extremely handsome.
That's what I was thinking as he approached and sat down in the chair next to me, then, in his deep, husky voice, ordered a drink from the bartender.
I think he sensed my gaze on him, because he turned his head, raising the glass of blue liquid in front of him. His eyebrows raised charmingly, and I think my heart skipped a beat.
"So beautiful."
I leaned closer to him, seeing his lips move, but the noise around me prevented me from hearing his voice.
"I can read your lip," I said.
I saw his brow furrow as I almost touched his high nose.
"Oh, you're even more handsome up close," I said honestly. "And you smell good."
He chuckled. "You're so beautiful. And sexy. And you smell... I've never smelled anything so good."
"It must be my new perfume," I said with a smile. I pulled my bottle out of my bag and handed it to him. "Here. Don't waste it. I've been saving up for this for a long time."
He took the bottle of perfume, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed it. His nose wrinkled, and he shook his head as he handed it back to me.
"What? Why? You said it smelled good," I said, confused. Damn, why did I feel so hot standing so close to this guy?
"It's not your perfume," he said. "It's your body odor."
Oh come on, I was already feeling uneasy after the third glass and Lisbeth was nowhere to be seen among the crowd swaying on the dance floor, but this guy was saying things that weren't clear.
I grabbed my bag and walked past him, stumbling and almost bumping into a chair when a strong hand grabbed my waist.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked. "You can't be alone like this."
"Oh, then you'll have to come with me," I said, putting on my best smile. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"I'll walk you," he said.
He led me into a room that looked like an office and directed me to a door.
"This is the bathroom," the man said. "Take your time. I'll wait here."
I emptied my bladder and felt a little relieved afterward. Then I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror, chuckled self-deprecatingly, then exited the nice bathroom.
The handsome man sat on the couch and smiled as he watched me walk toward him. I plopped down next to him and exhaled sharply. The skin on my arm brushed against his, sending shivers down my spine.
"Life sucks," I muttered.
I turned my head and met his silver-blue eyes in the dim light of the room. Unconsciously, I reached out and stroked the thick eyebrows that framed those beautiful eyes.
"Your eyes are beautiful," I murmured. "Just like my Husky's."
The man took my hand and kissed it down my palm to the inside of my wrist. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and damn! My core was wet. Why did he look so delicious?
I guess the alcohol had washed away my shyness, because the next second I was straddling his lap, moaning into his hot mouth as his tongue tugged at mine in a wild dance.
His chest was so strong, and I could feel something large and hard pressing against my bottom. I squeezed his muscular chest through his shirt and shifted my bottom, feeling satisfied when I heard him growl into my mouth.
He unbuttoned my blouse, trailing kisses down my neck, and I guess he liked my neck because he seemed even more aroused when he nuzzled behind my ear.
"Ugh, how can you smell so good?" he murmured, kneading my breasts through my satin bra.
I moaned in pleasure as his fingers slipped under my bra and expertly played with my nipples.
I thought I knew what I had to do to repay him for the pleasure he was giving me. So I quickly unzipped his belt and zipper and grabbed his massive member beneath his underwear.
"Oh my God, you're so big," I murmured in amazement, kissing his broad shoulders as he continued to play with my neck. "I don't think he'll fit inside me."
He laughed and kissed my lips again. His hands moved from my breasts, lifting my skirt, and touching my panties.
"Want to prove it?" he whispered hoarsely. "You are so hot and wet. Maybe it will fit."
Uh, sexy, I thought, and without waiting, I stood up, so he could remove my underwear, then he pulled down his trousers and underwear. I was already throbbing intensely when I sat back down on his lap and he grabbed my nipple with his mouth.
"Aahhhn..." I moaned in my throat. "Hurry up, big man, you're making me thirsty!"
He laughed and his fingers rubbed me down there, making me gasp. "You're so impatient, baby."
I kissed his neck and as he entered me, I unconsciously bit his neck. He let out a long moan and, with my teeth still buried in his neck, he moved.
God, this must be heaven. I felt myself bobbing on a soft, fluffy cloud, scented like sweet caramel candy. I gripped his shoulders and moved with him, meeting each jolt that shattered my consciousness.
"Oh, baby, you're squeezing me so hard," he murmured, kissing my breast. "Very tight!"
"Aahhnnn... Harder, honey, ooh, I want you faster and deeper," I mumbled incoherently, struggling to handle the waves of pleasure that came with each thrust.
"Oh my god, baby, you're driving me crazy."
The more I moved, the harder he slammed into me, and I bounced higher and higher, until I felt like my stomach was going to split open. For a moment, in my ecstasy, I wondered if he was getting bigger inside me.
Then, a colorful firework exploded, sending me into a wave of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was so powerful and it wouldn't stop crashing into me.
He kissed my lips softly, stroking my hair, as I leaned against him, panting. I couldn't move, too weak from the overwhelming sensation.
This was the best sex I'd ever had in my life. Well, Thomas and I had slept together, but that was on one hand, less than ten times in our four years together, and he couldn't wait for me.
Thomas just kissed me, touched me carelessly, and entered me quickly, in and out even faster, and then it was over, before I even started to get aroused.
But I loved him enough to accept that kind of sex. I guess, at the time, I was just lying to myself, believing that sex wasn't everything in a relationship.
This man, who was now carefully laying me down on the sofa, straightened my dress, even put my underwear back on, and wiped the sweat from my forehead with a tissue,
made me realize that Thomas just gave me a completely uninteresting sexual experience.
He hugged me and kissed the tip of my nose, giving me a look that made me blush.
"I've never met a woman like you," he said, half-muttering, as his index finger traced my face from my forehead to behind my ear. "You... are amazing."
I smiled and smacked my lips, feeling thirsty. "I need a drink."
He nodded and kissed my lips, then got up and straightened his clothes. "I'll get you a drink. Take a nap while I wait. I won't be long."
Wow, he even took care of me after sex, which was another thing Thomas never did for me.
The bastard would just roll over and snore, leaving me to hug myself.
My phone rang just as I was about to close my eyes. I got up and grabbed my bag from the table. Lisbeth's name flashed on the screen.
"Hello," I said lazily.
"Noreen! Where are you? Come here, to the parking lot, if you want to go home with me, or you'll walk all the way to my house!" Lisbeth barked fiercely.
"Shit! I'm on my way! Wait for me!"
Wasting no time, I grabbed my shoes and ran out of the room. As I ran, I remembered that I didn't even know the name of that amazing man.
Damn!
Never mind.
I was more worried about Lisbeth's threat to leave me home with my legs feeling like they'd turned to jelly.
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8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.
8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
8.7
Elena spent her entire life carrying the weight of a name nobody cared to remember. As an orphaned Omega, she lived beneath the boots of her own pack, forced to endure mockery, orders, and endless humiliation while everyone around her treated her like she didn't belong among them.
Through every miserable year, she held on to one fragile belief. Once she turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess would finally lead her to her destined mate, and that bond would become her way out of the cruel life she had suffered through for so long.
Instead, fate tore her apart in the worst possible way.
The man tied to her soul turned out to be Alpha Caleb, the cold and merciless ruler of her pack. Unfortunately for Elena, his heart already belonged to Natalie, the vicious woman who strutted around the territory as though the Luna title already belonged to her.
Rather than accepting the sacred bond between them, Caleb cast Elena aside without hesitation. In front of the entire pack, he continued to shower Natalie with affection while treating Elena like a stain he wanted erased. Within a single moment, every dream Elena had treasured collapsed, leaving her trapped in a humiliation that followed her everywhere she went.
When it seemed like there was nothing left for her to lose, another Alpha entered her life.
Davis came from beyond the pack borders, carrying rumors dark enough to make even seasoned wolves uneasy. People whispered about the curse tied to his bloodline, and many feared the destruction that seemed to follow his family wherever they went. Yet beneath the mystery and danger surrounding him, Davis offered Elena something nobody else ever had.
While Caleb chose status, power, and appearances, Davis made her feel seen. For the first time in her life, Elena began to wonder if destiny had given her another path. Maybe he was the chance she needed to finally claim the love, freedom, and strength that had always been denied to her.
Will Elena continue chasing a mate who never wanted her? Or will she walk away from the pain of rejection and embrace the man who could help her rebuild the broken pieces of her life?
8.3
I was the crippled joke of the Silver Ridge Pack, while my cousin Elara was the perfect future Luna.
When a seemingly weak rogue named Dravon arrived to claim Elara as his fated mate with a bouquet of withered flowers, she publicly humiliated and rejected him.
To save the pack's face, I stepped up and accepted his bond, becoming the ultimate laughingstock.
Elara tossed his wedding gift—those withered weeds—into a muddy animal trough.
Out of quiet defiance, I picked them out of the slop and ate the mud-stained petals.
But those weeds turned out to be mythical Blood Moonflowers, priceless treasures that triggered a violent, agonizing healing process in my cursed leg.
Seeing my pain, my terrified mother and the arrogant pack healer restrained my mate.
"Apply the silver dust salve," the healer declared proudly, ignoring Dravon's desperate warnings.
Silver was a death sentence for my dark magic curse.
I lay helpless on the cot, watching my own mother eagerly assist the man about to permanently destroy my leg.
Why was my family so blind? Why did they always choose to break me?
Just as the deadly silver paste was about to touch my skin, a terrifying, god-like pressure suddenly shattered the air in the tent.
My "weak" rogue mate's voice echoed directly in my mind.
"Close your eyes. Don't be afraid."
8.0
I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king.
A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat.
He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars.
I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes.
The bed was a time portal.
The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma.
"I can give you more wealth than you can imagine."
So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.
8.4
Lyra, an orphaned heir of the crescent pack has lived for years with her father's former beta and her cousin Emery, feeling unsafe and unwanted. On the night she turns eighteen, she hopes to finally mate with Adrian, the wolf she loves.
Instead, Lyra is rejected by Adrian, the Beta of the Nightfang pack and twin brother to Alpha Triston. Lyra is also poisoned by her cousin Emery and dies.
Lyra's wakes up reborn as a moon goddess. She stumbles on Triston, the blind Alpha lycan of the Nightfang pack, who claims her as his fated mate. Lyra becomes Tristons Luna and passionate lover.
But the twin who broke her heart returns to her seeking her love, so that together, they may kill Alpha Triston and rule over Nightfang and Crescent. Will Lyra choose her first love or her true mate.