On A Deserted Island With A Beauty - Chapter 6 - Am I Spoiling You?

“Aria,” he said softly. “Today is your birthday.”It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless.“The moon is full tonight,” he added, his voice quiet. “You will attend the ceremony.”“Of course, Elder,” I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential.He leaned in, smelling gently. “You already feel it, don't you? ”The change.My heartbeat skipped. “What change?”Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. Interesting. “Very interesting.” He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. “Wear this tonight.”I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord.“But this is for—”“Wear it,” he interjected. “Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it.”Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me.“Why?” I questioned.Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. “Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed.”I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power.She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows.But everything changed on my 18th birthday.I felt the bond. I met my mate.One of the Alpha's sons.But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface.One of them is my destiny.One of them is lying.And one of them might be the death of me.The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

They say in life if you are not at the top of the food chain, it's only a matter of time before it becomes your turn to be prey.They say only the strong can survive in the Murim, I and my little sister after getting transmigrated survived painfully, fighting and fighting, climbing our way to the top, protecting her every step of the way.We finally found ourselves at the top of the food chain, at the top of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.But life just had to be so cruel, a plot out of jealousy got I and my sister killed, I watched her die in my arms and I could do nothing but just painfully watch.But maybe life wasn't as cruel, it at least gave me a chance to exact revenge.I was reborn into the Unorthodox faction.This chance shall not pass me by.Anyone or anything that stands in my way...I shall burn...I shall massacre...I shall Destroy...

She had a request for him and was forced to sign a contract with him.After the contract expired, he actually wanted to discuss renewing it.'I can cook.' One day when she came home, she saw a table full of various delicacies.'I can make money.' In the office, he laid a row of Black Cards in front of her.There was even one night, when she returned home, he calmly looked at her and said, 'I can also...!''......'So that night, someone posted online seeking help: Urgent, waiting online, what to do when entangled with a domineering CEO?

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.