Melanie has been struggling for years against her pack. She has finally had enough and leaves. But was that the best choice in the end? What will happen when she gets into danger? Will she be saved, or will she face the consequences?
This book I had written over 5 years ago. I am now rewriting and going to slowly publish more chapters as I get too them.

Melissa Moore just finished eight grueling years of study and writing but she has finally made it to the last step of achieving her lifelong dream of being a professor of Renaissance Literature at Berkley. Five days before presenting her dissertation, Melissa decides to join her roommates for a night of fun. While the party scene is not really Melissa's thing, with a little liquid courage, she decides to let loose for a night and has her first ever one-night stand. While determined to never thin...

This is a story of a triumphant rebirth. After being betrayed, she bravely divorces and embarks on a path of success. Using her skills as a painter, she amazes everyone. Her ex-husband, filled with regret, turns into a desperate suitor, madly pursuing her. At the same time, she uncovers the mystery of her origins, finds her biological father, and gains abundant family affection. Her life seems to be on a winning streak, with both love and career flourishing, making it an addictive read that will...

When Libby's mother died after committing suicide, her whole world collapsed. However, things got progressively worse when her father died after a rogue attack on the packhouse.
Forced to live as a slave by her stepmother and only to be brutally punished and abused at the hands of her stepmother’s new boyfriend, Libby manages to escape with her life hanging by a thread. Finding herself once more in danger after trespassing into the territory of the strongest wolf pack known to man, she gets cart...

Chills ran down my spine as I watched the wolf fell to the ground, bleeding. Another loud growl of pain.
"That's the last of you, Cascata." The man said, looking at the wolf. He shoot again before escaping to the end of the dark alleyway.
Aunt Rita told me never believe werewolves. They were evil and nasty.
But I looked at the very hurtful wolf. I just couldn’t let someone die in front of me.
Running through the dim lit dark alley, again. I looked back cautiously. The brown bea...