Latoya Hunt

"Never be weak, never be a victim."

When the 'Forgotten' becomes the 'Unforgettable'. 


Destiny’s mother ran from their ancestral home before she was even born.

She's the heir to not only one but two powerful bloodlines.

Eighteen years ago, the actions of her parents, which created both life and death, follow Destiny like a looming shadow. With a promise, a mark, and her only family heirloom, she returns to the place that started it all.

In the town called Rosewood within the land of Nebula.

Like her female ancestors before her, the stakes are high, and the odds are not in her favor.

But Destiny is unlike those who preceded her.

Destiny’s Tough.
Ruthless when Necessary.
And refuses to be the victim of unfairness.

She's coming for everything her family lost.

She's returning to reclaim and rebuild a once-powerful dynasty that the entire land of Nebula once feared.

But who is Destiny?

She's the child destined for greatness.


Follow along on the journey of a young woman who's on the path of reconstruction, self-discovery, and self-acceptance

And maybe, just maybe, she's got what it takes to break the chains of oppression binding others like her.

The Hawthorne Heir

Today's the day Tyler will be known as Alpha Greyson and as for me, his girlfriend? Well, aren't I royally late! I stood in my room for hours trying to choose what the hell to wear because I couldn't just throw something on for peace sakes. This is my man's big day. 


Eventually deciding on something, sitting down in front of the dresser, getting myself ready. 


After an hour and a half, I'm finally prepared and looking presentable. Walking down the stairs, I'm met by Simon. I had asked him earlier if he could be the one to drive me to Greyson mansion since I've been staying at my dad frequently unless attending school—which I rarely go to, thank you homeschooling. 


"You are very beautiful, Alpha," Simon proclaims, leaning over to bow, but I stop him. 


"Thank you, Simon. And please, my name's Destiny," I retorted gently and he beams. 


“Well, shall we?” He asked, offering his elbow for me to take and I gladly accepted his gesture with a snort. 


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