Sam Shelly

Betrayal, fear, and confusion clouded her thoughts as she faced the harsh reality of her existence. The daughter of the Shadow Weaver's ruthless leader, she had been molded into a weapon, a puppet dancing on her father's strings. Yet, beneath the facade of loyalty, her soul yearned for something more, something real.

Trapped in enemy territory, she found an unexpected solace in the arms of Christian Darwin, the Royal Beta of the Red Moon pack. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it."

His words hung in the air, laden with a fierce determination that resonated with Mia's shattered soul. As he opened his arms, a silent plea for her to find refuge in his embrace, she hesitated for a moment, her teary eyes searching his face for sincerity. In that fragile moment, she made a choice – to let go of the chains that bound her and to embrace the warmth of his presence. With a rush of raw, unfiltered emotion, she threw herself into his arms, seeking solace in the midst of chaos. 

  What happens when secrets are revealed and she finds out that her life has been nothing but a series of lies? What happens when the truth unfolds and she finds out that the only person she was ever devoted to, was the one who betrayed her?

She is yet to discover her true identity so join Mia on this rollercoaster journey where her mate will bring her wildest fantasies to life, where she has only one mission:

Make The Culprit Pay.


Enchanting Royalty

“"Ready?" Christian's voice broke through my reluctance, and I couldn't help but sigh, my gaze fixed on him. No, I wasn't ready to embark on this ordeal again. The shift always brought a sense of dread, the kind that could mortify. But did I have a choice? It seemed not. 


"No, but I suppose we're not exactly spoiled for options," I muttered, a hint of frustration coloring my words. Christian's chuckle only aggravated my mood, prompting me to shoot him a sharp glare. 


"Take off your clothes if you'd rather not see them torn to shreds," he suggested with a smirk, his gaze suggestive. The nerve of that man. 


"Excited, are we?" I retorted, unzipping my jacket in defiance, noting the glint of anticipation in his eyes. 


Chapter 48