The Lupinemere Academy; The She-wolf & Her Alphas

Camryn is no ordinary girl, a newly turned werewolf haunted by a terrible mistake that has made her a target for ruthless hunters. Sent to Lupinemere Academy to learn control and hide from danger, she soon finds herself drawn to four powerful alphas: - Jax, the natural-born leader. - Isaac, the kind-hearted golden boy. - Kian, the silent and mysterious fighter. - Aiden, the rebellious rogue. Each awakens a different side of her but only one can stand by her as they face an ancient prophecy that could save or destroy them all. With everything at stake and tensions rising, will Camryn choose the alpha who will rule beside her or watch the pack crumble under the weight of her choice?

Chapters

Chapter 1

Prologue.

It started with pain.

Not the kind that stings or burns but the kind that rips through your bones and turns your scream into something not human.

I was outside, deep in the woods behind our house. My parents thought I was sleeping. I wasn't. I had snuck out because my chest had been hurting for hours, like something inside me was fighting to get out.

And then it did.

My knees hit the cold earth first. My spine arched. My skin burned like it was on fire. I gasped for air, but it felt like my lungs were collapsing. My nails grew longer and sharper. My jaw cracked. I tried to cry out but only a broken growl came out.

My bones twisted.

My eyes blurred.

And then everything exploded.

When it stopped, I wasn't on two feet anymore.

I was crouched low, breathing hard, heart beating like a drum. I could smell everything, the trees, the wet dirt, the deer far off in the woods. I could hear the heartbeat of a rabbit nearby. My body was covered in fur. My fingers were claws. My reflection in the window showed glowing golden eyes and fangs.

I was different.

I had turned into a monster.

I didn't remember choosing to run, but my body moved like it knew how. Fast. Powerful. Wild.

But then... the atmosphere changed.

Someone was watching me.

I heard footsteps, too quiet to be normal but I wasn't normal anymore. I could hear them as clear as day. I stopped and turned toward the sound, my instincts suddenly screaming.

A man stepped out of the trees.

He wore black clothes and in his hand was a silver blade. There was no fear in his eyes. Only purpose.

He raised the blade.

I growled, a deep, guttural sound and I turned to run.

A shout echoed through the woods. More voices. More footsteps.

They were all chasing me.

I ran through the trees, my paws slamming against the dirt. I could hear them behind me, fast, trained and deadly. My heart thundered in my chest. I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I had to survive.

But one of them was faster.

He leapt out of nowhere and tackled me to the ground. The silver burned as it scraped my skin. I howled in pain and panic. I fought back.

I didn't mean to kill him.

But when my claws slashed across his throat and the blood splashed everywhere, it was too late.

He fell back, eyes wide, choking on his last breath. I backed away, panting, shaking and horrified.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was naked and Freezing. My whole body ached. There was blood on my hands. My arms. My chest. My mouth.

I stumbled through the woods, crying, barely able to walk. My legs wobbled like they didn't belong to me anymore.

I made it to the back porch and pounded on the door with what little strength I had.

It flew open.

"Camryn?" my mom gasped.

I collapsed into her arms. "Mom... Dad..."

They both looked at me. Their daughter covered in blood, shaking and crying.

"I... I killed someone," I sobbed.

And that was the night everything changed.

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In a dilapidated warehouse, my husband brutally cut open my abdomen to extract the fetus. All for the sake of obtaining bone marrow from our child to save the life of the son he had with his mistress. "Honey, I'm begging you, don't hurt the baby," I pleaded with him. "Arina, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Just a little while, and you'll be free,". Just when I was on the verge of giving up all hope, the sound of approaching help reached my ears. I felt a glimmer of joy, thinking I was finally going to escape this nightmarish hell. But then, in an instant, there was a sharp "Puff!" It was the sound of a dagger slicing through my belly. There was a deep gash in my abdomen, and blood was gushing out profusely. "Ah! My baby!" "How could you be so cruel?" I stared in disbelief at my best friend standing before me. "Arina, you have to die today..."

Horror Modern Romance

7.7

Claimed By The Coldhearted Sterling Heir

7.7

I was kneeling on the warped linoleum of my trailer, packing my life into a trash bag, when the predatory purr of a luxury SUV echoed through the thin walls. I thought it was a raid, but it was something much worse. Julian Sterling, a federal prosecutor in a charcoal suit, stepped into the mud and bought me from my alcoholic stepfather. He didn't use cash; he used a list of felonies and a legal settlement to trade my freedom for my stepfather's silence. "Throw it away," Julian ordered, pointing at the bag containing everything I owned. I watched my sister's stuffed bear fall into an oil puddle as he forced me into a world of cold leather and silence. By the time we reached Boston, Faith Vance was dead. He forced me to sign papers changing my name to Elara, erasing my past to fit a narrative of Swiss boarding schools and high-society breeding. The horror didn't stop there. The family patriarch, Arthur Sterling, looked at us with hawk-like eyes and issued a command that turned my blood to ice. To avoid scandal, Julian and I were to be introduced as "Brother" and "Sister." Julian's jaw tightened until a vein throbbed in his temple, and when he finally called me "Sister," the word sounded like a curse. I was a prisoner in a mansion with bars on the windows, caught between a "brother" who loathed my existence and a cousin who tried to assault me in my own room. They dressed me in silk armor and expected me to be a doll, a manageable piece of a legacy I never asked for. I sat at a dinner table worth more than my hometown, swallowing oysters that tasted like salt and iodine, while Julian created a physical barrier between me and the wolves. Under the tablecloth, I reached out and squeezed his clenched fist. His fingers uncurled and captured mine in a grip so crushing it felt like a pact signed in the dark. I have a jagged shard of glass in my pocket and five thousand dollars a month to hoard. Julian says the law is a weapon that breaks weak people, but he's about to find out that I'm not a lamb. I'm a survivor, and I'm ready for the casualties.

Billionaire Horror Modern

9.3

His Political Lie, My Shattered Love

9.3

My husband, a rising political star, begged me to reconcile. I thought our love story was real. It was a lie, a public spectacle designed for his political gain and my systematic destruction. On our anniversary, I found a group chat on his tablet. He and his mistress were laughing about how predictable I was, calling me a "naive fool" for believing his promises. The cruelty escalated from there. He poisoned my food, publicly humiliated me at a charity auction that left me bankrupt, and even had me whipped in his family's basement as a twisted form of punishment. The final blow came when I overheard him plotting my murder. He planned a "tragic hiking accident" at a remote cliff during a storm, a perfect crime to make me disappear forever. But I turned his murder plot into my own escape. I faked my death and started over as a baker in a quiet town. A year later, he found me, haunted by regret, but his final act of redemption-and the true cost of my freedom-was something I never saw coming.

Horror Mystery Romance

7.6

Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret

7.6

For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk. The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for. "You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip." My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father. I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth. But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move. "Get dressed. We're going to a party."

Billionaire Horror Modern

8.4

The Billionaire widowers Last Wife

8.4

They say marrying Cassian Blackmoor is a death sentence. Seventeen wives. Seventeen funerals. One widower no one can explain. They call him cursed. They call him dangerous. Some call him a murderer who hides behind wealth and silence. But no one can prove anything - and no one dares accuse a billionaire who buries his wives with the same calm devotion he once loved them with. Eloise Laurent knows the rumors. She knows the whispers. She knows the stories about the widower whose brides never live long. Instead, she falls for him. For the quiet sadness in his eyes. For the way his voice softens only for her. For the way he loves like he's terrified of losing her. And maybe he should be. But when she discovers a hidden grave bearing her own name, Eloise realizes something far worse than rumors is waiting for her inside his house.

Billionaire Horror Modern Romance

7.0

The Disposable Bride's Deadly Secret Identity

7.0

My debt-ridden uncle sold me to the Romero mafia family to save his own skin. I was forced to marry Emiliano Romero, a man known to the underworld as "The Ghost"—a rumored monster who supposedly tore his last two caretakers apart. My aunt and cousin delighted in my misery. My cousin came at me with a razor, leaving a nasty bruise on my face, while my aunt bleached my hair to make me look like a cheap, disposable doll. When the Romeros arrived, they didn't even pretend to want a daughter-in-law. "The Family needs a nobody whose death won't start a police report." They just wanted a clueless victim to sign a pre-nup and die quietly. They shoved me down a sterile hallway and locked me inside a fortified, padded cell with a man wrapped in heavy chains. They all thought they were sacrificing a helpless, terrified lamb to a madman. They laughed at my tears, completely convinced I was just gutter trash waiting to be slaughtered. But they had no idea I was a highly trained undercover operative. Listening to their arrogant whispers, the pieces finally clicked. Emiliano wasn't a deranged killer—he was a prisoner being drugged and framed by his own blood. I drained my uncle's bank account to buy a neurotoxin antidote, dropped my pathetic, trembling disguise, and stepped calmly into the monster's cage. I wasn't here to be their victim. I was here to save him.

Horror Mafia Mystery

The Lupinemere Academy; The She-wolf & Her Alphas

Chapter 1

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