The Blind Alpha's Desire

Her blood is the key. His heart is the weapon. And fate is a curse. Ela Demir thought she was just a bullied, plus-size girl from Istanbul-until a mysterious invitation arrives, summoning her to Silvermoon Academy, an elite werewolf school hidden from the human world. The moment she steps onto campus, she becomes the target of four powerful alpha heirs: Nikolai, the cold Siberian who says she's his fated mate; Lukas, the charming German who wants to use her as a weapon; Kai, the gentle Alaskan who sees her true worth; and Thorne, the rebellious loner with his own dark secrets. But Ela isn't human. She carries dormant wolf blood-blood that could destroy the academy's thousand-year order. Hunted by a secret society called the Shadowborn and trapped in a bond that's slowly killing her, Ela must navigate a world of forbidden romance, deadly rivalries, and impossible choices. When the boy she loves betrays her trust, she runs into the arms of her enemy. But survival comes at a price. And the only way to break the curse is to uncover the truth about her mother's death-a truth that will shatter everything she believes about love, loyalty, and her own blood. Fate bound them. Choice will destroy them.

After divorcing my cheating husband, I thought I had found my savior in his powerful business partner, Cole. For three years, he pampered me like a queen, building a perfect, golden cage of devotion. But on the day I happily discovered I was pregnant, I overheard him talking to my ex-husband's mistress. "Elinor is just a convenient tool. If she gets pregnant, I'll fake a paternity test and annul the marriage so she leaves with nothing." My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to secure his position and protect the woman he truly cared about. Before I could quietly escape, Cole orchestrated a brutal attack. I was dragged into a dark alley, beaten until my ribs fractured, and my unborn child was violently ripped away from me. As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, my heart shattered into dust. I didn't understand how the man who kissed me every morning could coldly order his thugs to beat me to death just to appease his real lover. They left me there to rot, thinking they had finally erased the naive fool who got in their way. Three years later, the world still believes Elinor Marsh died in a tragic car accident. But when Cole and his elite circle attend a high-profile Interpol reception, they don't expect the new Chief Liaison Officer to step onto the stage. I am Helena Fu now, and I have returned to burn their empire to the ground.

When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future. For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me. But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed. Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone. I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back. But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours. When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along. "What's in your pocket, Felicie?" This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.

Aliya woke up in a dingy, freezing apartment with a throbbing headache, only to realize a horrifying truth. She had transmigrated into the American romance novel she read just last night, becoming the ultimate vicious supporting character. The exhausted man walking through the front door was Cyrus Pace, an amnesiac billionaire currently living under the delusion that he was a broke laborer. The original owner had trapped him with fabricated memories of being childhood sweethearts. Worse, she relentlessly abused him. Her phone was filled with toxic texts calling him a useless loser, and she had just staged a psychotic hunger strike to force him to buy a designer bag. Cyrus already looked at her with bone-deep, visceral disgust. In the original plot, the moment he regained his memory, his ruthless revenge would send her straight to a maximum-security prison for the rest of her life. "Are you done playing your hunger strike game?" Hearing his cold, mocking voice, the sheer terror made Aliya's blood run cold. How was she supposed to survive living with a future tyrant who already despised her? Every time his massive shadow fell over their cramped, shared mattress, her heart stopped. A single wrong move—even a microscopic mistake like accidentally crossing a physical line—would completely seal her doom. Staring at the torn box of condoms hidden under the bed, Aliya made a desperate, life-or-death decision. She had to completely rewrite her toxic persona, secretly hustle a high-commission real estate job, and save enough money to flee the country before the billionaire remembered exactly who he was.

Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently. Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi. He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund. The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened. Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel. "You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony. Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin. Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place. Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away. She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room. She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had. That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face. Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him. Her baby was alive. With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground.

Eleonora Carlisle was just one movie away from shedding her commercial starlet image to become a serious, award-winning actress. Then, a fabricated paparazzi photo ruined everything. A clumsy pop idol tripped, she caught his arm, and the media spun it into a passionate late-night tryst. But the real nightmare began when a slip of her thumb accidentally "liked" a viral article branding her as Hollywood's ultimate player. The internet tore her apart. To save her dream role, her ruthless manager forged her signature and blackmailed her with an eight-figure penalty, forcing her onto a trashy reality dating show. Stripped of her phone and thrown into a crowded theme park, she thought she could just treat it like a boring, scripted vacation. She had no idea the show was an unedited, 24/7 global live stream, capturing her every eye-roll, complaint, and blatant attempt to cheat at the games. She hated being manipulated like a pawn on a studio executive's chessboard. But the ultimate humiliation came when she slipped and fell directly into the arms of a cold, aristocratic stranger—Brennan Kane, the notoriously ruthless Chief Counsel of her own family's mega-corporation. Why was a top-tier corporate predator wandering around a dating show set? Believing she had successfully ordered the cameraman to cut the feed, she mockingly asked if he was looking for a girlfriend. Instead of walking away, Brennan stepped dangerously close and stared right into the hidden hot mic. "I don't have a girlfriend. I am single."