An aspiring artist used to a "normal" life, Sophia Bennett finds herself in grave danger when her latent magical abilities are reawakened by a pack of renegade werewolves. Jonathan Davenport, a strong billionaire who believes she is his destined mate, whisks her away before she has a chance to come to terms with her new life. She is thrown into a realm of supernatural struggle and intricate relationships by this unexpected turn of events. When Sophia's magical skills start to come into play, she becomes caught up in a violent fight between Jonathan Davenport and Damien Westin, who are both attracted to her because they can sense her developing bloodlust. Three vicious alpha werewolves demand that she form an eternal link with them alone, adding to the mayhem and asserting their exclusive rights over her. This enormous pressure pushes Sophia to confront her fate and the choice of joining with all three alphas to restore balance or giving up her shot at a regular existence. Sophia must swiftly master her Moon Maiden talents to survive, as the vengeful Russian criminal Mikhail pursues her to capture her promised power and control the wolves. Sophia is divided between the overwhelming demands of three alpha werewolves who insist she connect with them alone for eternity. She must decide whether to pursue the prohibited road of taking all three as mates to potentially bring the werewolf groups together or to forego that possibility in exchange for a regular life.
View MoreThe studio apartment was filled with the acidic smell of turpentine and sorrow. Sophia Bennett stared vacantly at the blank white canvas on her easel, a brush hovering in midair, a tool designed to conjure beauty from emptiness—a chore she had done countless times before.
Today, however, the painting remained blank, matching the vacancy in her bank account. Frustrated, she threw the brush across the room. It clattered against the stern walls, leaving a crimson trail in its path.
"Get it together, Soph," she muttered, running her shaking fingers through her raven hair. Without money for a proper meal in days, the dizziness and lethargy weren't helping her tap into her dwindling creative spark.
Her phone rang, displaying Aiden's name. With a sigh, she answered the call.
"You know what day it is, sweetheart?" His voice was calm but carried an undertone of expectation. Sophia, after five years with Aiden, found herself questioning the future of their relationship. She had been preoccupied all day with her financial problems.
She saw no future in the relationship, and neither did he.
"Day?" she questioned, her brow cocked as she had been preoccupied all day with the zero in her bank account.
"You didn't forget, did you?" he asked, sounding disappointed. Deep down, Sophia knew she had no time for this and wanted to snap at him to get to the point. Instead, she kept her cool.
"It's my birthday, Soph. How could you forget such an important day?" His voice now carried a tinge of hurt. Sophia felt a pang of guilt; this was the first time she had forgotten something of this importance.
"What's wrong with you these days? You've been acting strange. First my mother's anniversary, then my sister's graduation, and now my birthday?" Aiden asked, his tone rising.
"My... my... my..." she thought, feeling the sting of his selfishness.
"Aiden, it was a mistake. I'm sorry I forgot. This isn't like me," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.
"It's not unusual. You've become used to it. Do you even care about our relationship anymore?" he said, in a strong, accusing tone.
Her brows shot up in disbelief. She sighed, thinking about the countless occasions he had forgotten her birthday, even last year, and she never complained—only checked to see if he was okay, despite knowing he was. But he...
She sighed. "I'll call you later, Aiden."
"Don't try to—" he started, but she cut him off, hanging up the phone.
A walk might clear her mind, but then a thunderous explosion shook the building's aged foundation. Sophia gasped, clutching her easel for support as the lights flickered.
More deafening crashes echoed up the stairwell, coupled with blood-curdling roars. Inhuman. Furious. Then the screams began. High and shrill, bouncing off every surface. Sobs and pleas for mercy in between the demonic snarls.
"Oh god..." Trembling, Sophia crept to her door and pressed a shaking eye to the peephole. A wave of copper scented the musty air - blood, her mind numbly registered.
"Sweet merciful heaven..." She recoiled, eyes wide at the hunched shadow figures prowling in the hallway. Abnormally large, they skulked with inhuman grace despite their grotesque, contorted shapes.
As they neared an apartment door, muscles rippled in choreographed violence beneath shaggy, coarse fur. A fist the size of a sledgehammer punched through the door - raining splinters.
Sophia gasped, clamping both hands over her mouth to muffle the sound as the monster easily ripped the door from its hinges. The screams grew louder, mixing in sickening snaps and crunches that ripped the breath from Sophia's lungs.
Slaughter. Massacre.
With the grace of an Olympic gymnast, one of the monstrous shapes spun in her direction, snout lifting. Its nostrils flared as a chilling metallic howl reverberated through the enclosed space.
It caught her scent. Petrified, Sophia couldn't move. All thoughts skittered away as blinding terror rooted her to the spot. The only sound was the thundering of her own heart pounding in her ears.
The thing lowered its massive snout, beady black eyes boring into the souls of its prey as it prowled closer. Closer, and closer, the growls grew louder.
Desperate, Sophia strained against the paralyzing fear, forcing air through her lungs. Then she screamed. Ear-splitting, primal, raw - the kind that cut through the most bone-chilling night... Yet it barely slowed the predator's advance. Frozen, she watched in detached horror as the beast reared back on its haunches, muscles coiling tight enough to—
With impossible speed, a dark blue whipped past her. Sophia blinked and her inhuman stalker flew backward, crashing through the drywall opposite in an explosive rain of plaster. Stunned, she lurched back, plastering herself against the door as the second nightmarish shape landed in a low crouch between her and its fallen brethren.
This hulking figure seemed more proportioned than the other twisted forms - powerful and male from the width of the shoulders and swell of corded muscle. But still inherently...not human. It turned slightly, piercing azure eyes locking on her from over one broad shoulder.
Sophia gasped at the blatant predatory dominance burning in those feral depths before they quickly snapped back to the threat rising to its haunches. Its lips peeled back, revealing ivory daggers slicked with crimson.
A resonant, menacing growl echoed from deep within that barrel chest, effortlessly declaring its challenge. With a baying screech, the initial beast launched itself forward. Sophia braced for impact, expecting tearing fangs and claws. But it never came.
A meaty crack filled her ears as the raging beast was hurled sideways into her kitchenette. Her eyes widened as its attacker closed the distance, planting a heavy boot on its skull and rearing back for what would surely be the end.
"Enough," he said, his voice carrying a commanding authority that froze the hulking figure mid-strike.
Slowly, the creature angled its head, its jaw still taut with snarling aggression, as a newcomer stepped through the wreckage of her door. Unlike her savior, this man appeared outwardly human.
Tall and commanding in a tailored black suit, his raven hair swept back revealed chiseled features that could have graced a Calvin Klein billboard. As their eyes met, Sophia instinctively shrank back. His gaze carried an innate sense of arrogance and entitlement as he calmly appraised the carnage, exuding a stifling aura of entitled authority.
With a curled lip of disdain, his pale eyes sliced to the beast pinned underneath her apparent protector's impressive weight.
"I see the mutts need to be put down. Permanently this time," he said, his tone dripping with contempt.
The nurse seemed too busy to note her panic as he finished with her and moved on to the next person.By the time Sophia returned to the emergency room, she was notified that her 'husband' had been moved to a shared ward.She walked in to see other patients surrounded by family; she guessed it must have been visitation hour. She walked over to her 'husband's' designated bed and finally had the opportunity to see his face clearly. She only had one word to describe him: godly.Every inch of him, from the hair on his thick brown to his slightly pale lips, was perfection.Were werewolves all perfect-looking?"Now I can't call Jonathan," she muttered.Sophia had a feeling that if Jonathan heard that she had said Damien was her husband, he would lose it.The thought of it made her shiver."Nope. He is never hearing of this, so you better keep shut," she said to the unconscious Damien.She felt the urge to touch his face but paused when she recalled his sharp gaze. When they had locked eyes i
Sophia was getting restless. Her feet no longer hurt, but Jonathan had forbidden her from leaving home.After pacing a while, she walked around the house till she could not take it anymore and ordered a taxi. The taxi stopped her by a pub, and she went in for a drink. After a while, she stepped out, determined to get home before Jonathan did.She hugged her black coat tighter to herself and walked with more caution, her eyes wandering at every lizard that crossed paths with her. Suddenly her ears caught sounds approaching—growling of some sort. She could no longer stay calm as her steps quickened till she broke out in a full-blown run.She could feel cold air tearing through her lungs with every step, as well as the growls. It sounded like wolves. She had spent enough time with werewolves, even with her ears barely working. She could definitely recognize the growl of a wolf. She found it impossible that such wild animals would be out in the city. What if they were not wild animals but
Jonathan drove over to his family home and parked at the front door before walking in.He ignored everyone and went straight to the meeting room, opened the door, and walked in.Jonathan's eyes remained cold and unfeeling as he surveyed the gathered clans. They were the Davenport family's vassals and have been so for generations.They had under them a cluster of smaller families that they had led for centuries. All these families under the four great clans looked to the Davenport family as their anchor.The current Davenport family is comprised of four generations. Two generations before him, comprised of his formidable grandmother and his late grandfather's two remaining brothers.This lineage trailed down to his father's generations, with his father, uncles, aunts, and cousins, and down to his own generations, where many of his siblings and cousins had already begun to add children to the bloodline.The Davenport family spanned four generations of werewolf lineage, each very importa
Sophia looked around in panic. Where was she? She looked around, panting. The pain from being tortured was still fresh in her mind."Breath Sophia," she heard Jonathan say and realized that she was being held in his arms.When she confirmed that it was him, she relaxed somewhat.Sophia leaned her head against Jonathan's chest as she took in deep breaths.Her entire body was still shaking, and this scared Jonathan greatly.Seeing that she was somewhat better, he carried her out of the tub and into her room.He noticed the staff look at Sophia's feet in worry. They had probably heard Sophia's screams and hurried over.He had her dressed and asked for a first aid box to be brought to him.Sophia was still in a daze, completely unaware that her feet were injured and she was being treated.Staff came over to tell Jonathan that they had called the doctor. He looked around the room to find things scattered and broken and decided to take Sophia downstairs.He instructed the staff to clean up
Sophia found herself in an odd place—a clearing in the middle of a forest. People were talking and looking at her weirdly. This confused her.Where was she?"Is that Reign?" Someone asked while pointing to her.Reign? Who was Reign? Sophia looked around the crowd in confusion."What is she doing here?" someone said."Does she think she will be picked?Reign could hear all the muttering all the muttering but just stood there. When she opened her mouth to ask where she was, no words came out."All those of age, step into the ring of fire," a man stepped forward and said. From the words others said, Sophia guessed that he was the pack leader. Her body moved on command, and she joined others and stepped into a large circle drawn of fire."There are fate stones on the other side of the forest. Get to your fate stone and bring it back. May the moon light your path," the pack leader said.The moment the gong went off, young werewolves rushed into the forest. Sophia too wasted no time.She fo
Sophia entered her room and shut the door. The next moment, she received a call. It was Aiden.She ignored it the first few times it rang till she finally picked up the call."What do you want?" Sophia asked."No need to be so angry. Regina called," Aiden said, and Sophia paused."About what?""She wanted her money back," Aiden said."I told her that I would pay in three months. I still have one month left, and why didn't she call me directly?" Sophia asked."Why should she? Are you not some big artist now? I let her know you have made a big deal, and she wants her money back," Aiden said, and Sophia cursed out loud."You are a big piece of rubbish, you know that?" Sophia said."She is my friend. Did you think you could pull that rubbish in the art gallery, and I will let it go?" Aiden chuckled."You will not mind how I react, right?" Sophia threatened."Go ahead, do your worst," Aiden said."I will call her myself and handle it," Sophia said."I have paid the money back on your behal
Jonathan stormed into his office, took a small bottle of whisky off a side table, and poured himself a drink. His emotions were boiling out of control.Jonathan just took a swing of his drink when Damien walked in after him. Closing the door of his office shut, Damien started at him and raised a brow."You touched her again, didn't you? You are only going to get more obsessed, you know. How you are dealing with this is not the way," Damien said just as Jonathan took a seat on the couch in the office."You had looked like you wanted to say something. I noticed you were holding back when you checked her. What is wrong?" Jonathan asked, ignoring his statement."Well, all these while, we have been assuming that she had forcefully created a bond with you or that she is forcefully trying to subdue you, but we were wrong," Damien said. Jonathan's eyes narrowed at his words."You were wrong. It was you who said I was forcefully being subdued by her," Jonathan corrected him."Well, it seems th
Sophia turned red when he said this and tried to turn away. Jonathan found that at this moment, his mind was getting hazy. His emotions were getting turbulent.Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to let go of her. The next moment, he was lying there, his back looking away."Damien is coming to check on you tomorrow," Jonathan said."Damien? Why? What is wrong with me?" Sophia asked."He is a seer, you know," Jonathan said."A Seer? What's that?""Every being has an energy. But the children of the night can access their core. Sometimes seers would emerge. A seer is like a doctor or a scientist but for the study of energy. Their understanding of the other side is better than others," Jonathan said."That snake—the Oracle—she had said something about children of the night before. Does this include only werewolves?" Sophia asked."No, witches are children of the night too," he answered."So, why would a seer need to check me? Is something wrong with me?" Sophia asked. Jonathan finally t
"My energy starts becoming turbulent when she is near," Jonathan said, and Damien raised a brow."How turbulent? Did you notice anything else?" Damien asked."When it happens, I can barely respond. I want to do something else, but my body has a mind of its own," he explained."If your energy wasn't dangerously turbulent, I would have said you just fell in love," Damien commented, and Jonathan threw him a look of warning, so he cleared his throat and continued, "So, what after she left?" he asked."After that, I got agitated. I got agitated because I did not know where she was," he explained."That is oddly specific," Damien said. "It is as though she has control over you.""Yes," Jonathan nodded. "The moment I am near her, I can hear her heartbeat. It is as though I am locked onto her. It becomes even harder to reign in my energy when she is close."Jonathan explained his experience with Sophia, and Damien descended into deep thought. He had never heard of this combination of symptoms
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