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The saying goes that the moon and the sun were once lovers, destined to be together for all time. And that in a jealous rage, the stars cursed them to be separated for all eternity. They say the sun loved the moon very much, so much so, that the sun died every day just to let the moon breathe. Alexa was a normal teenage girl, or at least she believed she was. When she and her family moved to a small town in South Dakota after the loss of her father she didn't expect to be thrust into a world she believed didn't exist. Now Alexa has to fight the crushing feelings of her past, discover the truths about the lies told to her, her entire life, and accept the affections of a man she has never met. On top of it all, she has to accept the truth about who she really is. Can she do it?

Young, fiery and hungry, Oriana Romano thirsts for freedom from under her family's thumb. It wasn't her fault that she was the first hybrid. After an especially bad fight, she decides to run away from her ivory tower under a new name and go to the land of opportunity. New York City. She didn't expect to meet Robin Scott, a widower from NYC's very own Wolfpack. With danger around every corner, what happens when he finds out who she really is? **** With Olivia being the source of his wolf's desires, having her so close, knowing that she was dreaming of him too, made the entire night restless and unfulfilling. His wolf wanted to touch her, feel her soft skin, see her wild hair splayed out across the sheets. Hear those delicious noises of pleasure. Robin's body responded to those thoughts. That guttural voice inside of him whined. "We need to take what is ours," it cried. "Stop denying me." Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane is created by Anacostia Miller, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

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A werewolf forensic pathologist and the detective ex-love she fled must decode a series of ritualistic murders to stop a eugenicist's plot—codenamed The Wolfsbane Protocol—that turns supernatural beings into chemically-controlled weapons of war.

Godrick's best friend, Jocelyn Monroe, was pregnant. But not even she knew the identity of her pup's biological father. To protect her reputation, Godrick decided to claim the pup as his own. And because of it, my pup, the heir to a pure Alpha bloodline, was branded a fatherless bastard. "Jocie has always been fragile. Getting pregnant before being mated is too cruel for her." "She can't bear that kind of criticism and ridicule." A few casual words from his lips, and our sacred mate bond was shattered into a joke. Later, I was forced to undergo the wolfsbane ritual. All the while, Godrick was halfway across the world, guarding Jocelyn like a priceless treasure. By the time he returned, I had already lost our pup and walked out of his life for good.

I was raised to be Alpha Corbin Vance's most obedient daughter. When my parents found me in a den of Rogues in the Fringe Territories and brought me back to the Silvercrest Pack, my adopted sister, Bianca Croft, began to taunt me. "I thought you'd surely been killed by those Rogues! I never thought you'd make it back to the pack in one piece! Some wolves have all the luck. Why don't you just die already?" My eyes were hollow as I nodded. Then, I reached into the leather sheath I carried, pulled out a ceremonial silver dagger, and plunged it into my neck without hesitation. My parents were horrified. They scrambled to throw the dagger aside, but my brother, Alaric Vance, remained completely unfazed. "You just love the attention, don't you? What makes you think you can still be the Alpha's daughter? You might as well drink some wolfsbane and die!" Fine. I grabbed a vial of wolfsbane and downed it in one gulp. Alaric was terrified and rushed me to the pack's healing center. When the healer told him I would have died if he’d been two minutes later, the color drained from Alaric's face. While I was hospitalized, Bianca showed off the new tattoo Alaric had gotten for her, a desecration of the mate mark I had once designed for him. She pretended to fall, and her friends pointed at me, shouting, "If anything happens to Bianca, you'll pay with your life!" Pay with my life? Fine. Without a second thought, I pulled a decorative silver blade from the wall and slit my throat. My parents walked in just in time to see it. Their screams tore through the air. "Call the healer! Quickly!" Alaric tried to staunch the bleeding with trembling hands. Before my eyes fluttered shut, blood sprayed across their panicked faces and the ceiling. Isn't this what you wanted? For me to die? Aren't you enjoying the show?

My mate, Caspian Thorne, was severely poisoned with wolfsbane, and we were twenty thousand dollars short for his treatment. To raise the money, I went behind his back to work as a maid at a lavish party hosted by the Silvercrest Pack. I had heard the attendees were all werewolf elites, and the tips they gave were enough to cover an ordinary werewolf's living expenses for a year. Finally, an opportunity arose. A noble she-wolf's token fell into a pool, and the Alpha offered a twenty-thousand-dollar reward to retrieve it. Without hesitation, I jumped in. The walls and bottom of the pool were laced with silver threads, causing me excruciating pain. But I succeeded. As I crawled ashore with the token, gasping for breath, I heard Caspian's voice. "Risking your life for a measly twenty thousand dollars. Pathetic. The poor really have no regard for their own lives." Someone teased, "Caspian, I hear your mate would do anything for you. Do you even love her?" He sneered. "She's just a low-born Omega. I'm toying with her. You have no idea how rough her hands are—every time she touches me, I feel defiled. How could I possibly be interested in someone like that?" Hearing his words, my face turned ashen. There was no doubt it was him—Caspian, the man who was supposed to be weak and frail, too poor to afford the antidote. And the low-born Omega he was talking about was me.

My fated mate, Julian Crestwood, doted on his spoiled sister—a woman not of his blood, but one he treated as if she were. She knew perfectly well I had a deadly allergy to concentrated wolfsbane. Yet at the party in the penthouse, she deliberately led me to a terrace filled with its aerosolized mist. Within seconds, my chest constricted with excruciating pain. When I reached for my purification amulet, the blood ran cold in my veins. It was useless. I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were on fire. She crouched beside me and smiled. "You're always so dramatic. It's just a little wolfsbane. You don't have to act like you're dying," she said softly. "You're just too weak. It's time you unlocked some of that potential in your bloodline." My eyes sought Julian, my vision already starting to blur. "Julian," I choked out, my hand outstretched in a plea. "Get me a purification amulet. If I don't get one now, my wolf will die." He frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're overreacting?" he said coldly. "I've never heard of anyone dying from a little wolfsbane. She's right—you're always using our bond to get attention. We finally get a night to ourselves, and you just had to find a way to ruin it." My heart sank. With the last of my strength, I threw open the emergency bloodline link to my mother. "Mom," I cried out through our link, barely able to breathe. "They're trying to hurt me... I'm dying."

Five years after my bonding ceremony with Alpha Ronan Sterling, I was finally pregnant with our first pup. Ronan and I were ecstatic. But at five months pregnant, I lost our pup. The pack’s healer said it was a rare case of bloodline rejection. The devastation shattered me, and I collapsed on the spot. I thought Ronan was just as heartbroken as I was. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his Beta, Gideon. "Alpha, why command the healer to lie? The Luna clearly inhaled alchemically purified wolfsbane." Gideon's voice was filled with confusion. "Drop it." Ronan's voice was thick with suppressed pain. "Delilah added the wolfsbane to Aveline's calming incense." "She can't tell the difference between those herbs. She just wanted to help Aveline sleep better." "If the Council finds out about this, Delilah will be executed." Delilah. He’d brought her to the pack three years ago, claiming she was his savior. All she had done was use that feigned innocence to invade our lives. She would climb into Ronan's bed wearing my nightgown, crying that she'd had a nightmare, forcing him to hold her until dawn while I, his mate, was sent to the guest room. He always said Delilah was mentally impaired, like a child. He said she was our family and told me not to hold it against her. So you love your Delilah that much? Fine. You can have her. I poured my power into the pack communication crystal, a stone that had lain dormant for five years. "I regret it. I'm ready to come home. Come get me tomorrow."

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...