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Branded as the weakest Omega of the Silver Moon Pack, Lila's life shatters the night her fated mate rejects her for duty and she is exiled for a mysterious pregnancy she cannot explain. In exile, she discovers the devastating truth: she carries the ancient blood of the Moon Goddess, making her one of the most powerful werewolves in existence. Forged into a fierce warrior while raising her gifted twins, Lila returns with vengeance in her heart—only to find her former pack on the brink of ruin.
Now, a greater threat emerges.
Ruthless Alpha King Dante Blackwood sets his sights on Lila, demanding to claim her by force and crushing anyone who dares to resist him. At the same time, the pack that once cast her out is collapsing under the weight of war, and the mate who abandoned her begins to regret his choice.
Hunted, desired, and feared, Lila is forced back into a world that never wanted her—this time carrying power no one can control.
The question is no longer whether she will submit.
It is what will be left of the werewolf world if she doesn't.

I am the top medical genius from an Ivy League university.
For the woman I love, I gave up my tenured teaching position and willingly became the unseen academic ghost behind her, enduring the excruciating pain of heart failure to pave the way for her.
When my life was counting down and I was about to receive a heart transplant, she did not hesitate to use her power to give my only matching heart to my first love, who only had mild premature ventricular contractions, leaving me to die in the ICU.
She thought that once I breathed my last, she could get rid of this cumbersome burden and embrace perfect love.
But she didn't know—
Without my core clinical data to back her up, her proud "Queen of Cardiac Surgery" aura wouldn't have lasted even half a month.

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

While I was being kidnapped, tortured, and murdered in the horse stable of our own family farm, my all-powerful chaebol fiancée was helping my green tea younger brother try on wedding attire.
Before dying, with my broken, blood-stained finger, I dialed the last desperate call for help.
On the other end of the phone, her tone was filled with scorn and impatience: "Vincent, can't you even tolerate a little grievance from your younger brother? Let's just cancel the engagement, and I'll replace you with him as the groom."
Later, I truly died.
My soul drifted in mid-air, watching coldly as the whole family thought I was faking death to make a scene. My older sister even kicked over my disfigured body on the haystack in disgust: "Get up right now, stop pretending to be pitiful here!"
Until the flashlight's beam completely illuminated my ghastly, rigid face, and the shattered phone screen, still stuck on the moment she hung up, clutched tightly in my dead hand...
That forever aloof, arrogant female CEO finally went weak in the knees, kneeling in the foul-smelling, blood-soaked filth, and utterly lost her mind.

⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with steamy, erotic, forbidden, or taboo themes, kindly exit now.

"I'm sorry, but I now have a girlfriend", Eric said.

" Just fuck me tonight Eric, please ", " Just tonight ". I cried.

Lola, a college professor, just got dumped by her no-strings-attached sex buddy, Eric. She's pissed, frustrated, and painfully horny.

Back in her office, she flips lazily through student assignments, the task was simple: Write a short romance story of your choice.

But one freshman, Noah, took it way too far. Instead of a harmless love story, he wrote out his filthy, unfiltered fantasy. About her. His professor.

Dive into Noah’s bold approach, Professor Lola’s burning curiosity, and a collection of sizzling short erotica that push every boundary.


This book contains a collection of different short erotic stories.

Reese Calloway doesn't do second chances. Three years after a betrayal that ended her photography career and gutted her confidence, she keeps her world small, controlled, and safely closed. She photographs real estate listings and sleeps with her phone off. She trusts no one.
Cole Mercer is the most hated man in professional hockey and for good reason. His reputation is built on aggression, rule-breaking, and a reckless trade request that shattered his team's championship run. Now he's been suspended, publicly humiliated, and dumped into a court-ordered anger management program with a PR-mandated media project: a documentary that needs a photographer.
They meet in the worst possible way. What starts as a forced, hostile partnership becomes something neither of them can explain, predict, or afford. Because the closer Reese gets to the real Cole Mercer, the more she realizes the story the world is telling about him is wrong. And the closer Cole gets to Reese, the more he understands that the greatest damage in life isn't the kind you see in headlines, it's the quiet kind, carried alone for years.
But when someone is standing behind the lens, the truth has a way of coming into focus.
And not everyone is ready to be seen.

“Chen Lu Xian,” a brilliant surgeon, meets his end—
only to awaken as “Chen Lu,” a disfigured and worthless noble son.
When fate takes a dramatic turn,
his new goal becomes clear: vengeance
and rising again as a miracle physician of unmatched skill.
Lu Xian uses a restaurant as a front…
while secretly operating a hidden clinic behind the scenes.
He trains handmaidens in the healing arts,
alongside their practice in martial cultivation.
Fate entangles Lu Xian with the Fourth Prince,
a war-torn man bearing wounds from the battlefield.
That one act of healing… alters his life forever—
when he is forced into marriage!
From celestial physician to imperial consort of the Fourth Prince,
how will Chen Lu use his wits to survive the treacherous tides of court intrigue?
A path lined with schemes, love, and fierce battles lies ahead…

He was reborn back to the day his wife Lydia was sacrificed to the demon.

The entire demon race was laughing at me, her useless husband who was about to be thrown into the cursed land, while she, dressed in a pure white robe, rose step by step on my bones and blood, becoming the most beloved saintess of the demons.

She thought I would rot in the ashes, but little did she know that I had swallowed a World Tree seed that had been dormant for ten thousand years in my death.

An enslaved old miner, a blind but gentle apothecary, a desperate mermaid leader... I led eighteen "defective products" chewed up by the abyss, riding the wildly growing tide of life, and forcefully smashed through the demon's royal city!

When the immortal demon king was drained dry by the World Tree and knelt on the ground begging for mercy like a wild dog, my noble wife smiled and raised the sharp obsidian.

"What are demons? This throne belongs only to me."

This is a story of extreme betrayal and violent redemption. When life permeates the demon realm, all the high and mighty evils will turn into dust at the bottom of the trees!

In my previous life, I ran a barbecue restaurant to support my family for ten years, but my parents secretly sold the restaurant to a gang because of my younger brother's vanity in wanting him to study abroad.
An hour later, the apocalypse began, and my little shop became a god-level safe house—
Those with superpowers who enter the store have their abilities automatically copied to the store owner; the store is absolutely safe; the store owner decides who enters and who leaves.
My family ruined my amazing little shop, and they scolded me, saying, "Who told you to be unable to keep the shop?"
I was heartbroken and torn to pieces in the mouth of a zombie.
In this life, I was reborn back to an hour before the shop was taken away.
I must protect my shop!
As for those so-called family members—let them fend for themselves in the apocalypse!

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

Growing up, if Cecily so much as frowned, whatever I was holding would be ripped from my hands. If she coughed twice, I’d be sent to kneel out in the snow to reflect on how I had "failed to take proper care of my sister."

In adulthood, their favoritism remained unchanged—only it grew deadlier.

My father would slam his fist against the table, threatening to freeze my trust fund and kick me out of the Vance family.

My mother would stare at me with red, tearful eyes, accusing me of "stealing your sister's nutrients in the womb."

Even Declan, my husband on paper, would constantly lecture me about being "reasonable" and "compliant," trying to pressure me into signing a "Volunteer Experimental Trial Consent Form" for Cecily's sake.

An unapproved, illegal human trial.

In the past, I would have cried. I would have looked at them and asked, "When did any of you ever look at me and see a daughter?"

That was until the day I got my own medical report back.

[Terminal Congenital Heart Failure.]

Seven days left to live.

When my father threw that consent form on the table again, using my banishment as collateral; when my mother sobbed, begging me to "take the hit" for my sister; when Declan tried to coax me, promising "just cooperate, it’ll be over soon"—I finally picked up the pen.

I signed my name on an experimental trial waiver with a 90% mortality rate.

They all smiled with relief. They told me I was finally being mature.

What they didn't know was that my time was already up.

I was reborn on the exact night my guardian, Caleb, was consumed by a drug-induced rut.

This time, I didn't hesitate. I dialed his fated Luna directly. "Your Alpha is in rut. You have ten minutes to come collect him."

In my past life, I loved the Alpha who took me in. I gave him everything when he needed it most, throwing myself into the fire just to save him, even bearing his pup.

But that same night, his precious "white moon"—Selena—went out for a walk, only to be dragged away and slaughtered by rogues.

She had mind-linked him thirty-three times before she died. But he was with me, delivering our baby, and he blocked her out.

For that, my reward was a silver collar piercing my scent glands in the cold dungeons. I was forced to watch my baby die in agony, my last sight in this world being Caleb’s eyes, filled with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"If you hadn't refused to call Selena that night, if you hadn't been such a whore begging for my bed, she would never have died."

"You and this bastard pup... the world is cleaner with you both dead."

I blinked, and the nightmare shattered. I was back. Back to the exact night the aphrodisiac triggered his rut.

Kane was the undisputed tyrant of our high school, notoriously ruthless with his words.

I’d always been on the curvier side. When the new, form-fitting cheer uniforms arrived at the locker room, Kane hadn't held back his mocking laugh.

"Are you seriously going to parade around in that?" he had sneered. "Please. You look like a pig about to burst out of its casing. It's embarrassing."

I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d mentally broken down over Kane’s acidic remarks. But every time, I forced myself to swallow the humiliation.

Why? Because he was the state's most coveted star quarterback.

Because whenever someone else tried to give me hell, he’d step in with that fiercely impatient, undeniably protective attitude of his. That was my justification.

That was, until the eve of the State Championship.

Daisy, a nobody freshman who had barely scraped her way onto the cheer squad, took the confidential playbook our team had spent three agonizing months perfecting, and handed it straight to our biggest rivals.

Normally, Kane would have sneered and verbally shredded the culprit until there was nothing left of their dignity.

But this time? He just stepped forward, pulled a pack of tissues from the pocket of his expensive letterman jacket, tossed it at Daisy’s feet, and looked away.

"Stop crying," he said, his voice strangely subdued. "The damage is done, and tears won't fix a damn thing. Besides, your face gets all red and swollen when you cry. It's an ugly look."

I was eight weeks pregnant when I suffered a violent hemorrhage inside the café’s restroom. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I called my husband fourteen times—only to be labeled a hysterical faker. That same night, he toasted champagne with his young female assistant in his arms without a single shred of guilt.
Three days later, surveillance footage exposed the truth. The woman he cherished had been the one who shoved me down the staircase on purpose.
The night I lost our child, he was out raising his glass in celebration.
Fine. I will make them pay for every single thing they’ve done.

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

To protect my older sister's piano championship, my own brother crushed all ten of my fingers.
To win my sister's favor, my fiancé hired someone to kick the baby out of me.
After surviving a fire that nearly killed me, I finally woke up.
And when I returned, I blasted the hard proof of their affair and their schemes all over the internet. As I watched them lose their minds, lose everything, and drop to their knees begging for mercy, I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and claimed the top of the world!

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

To win back his one true love, my husband sent me, pregnant and vulnerable, straight into the clutches of a rival mob's dungeon.
I was torn apart by vicious dogs, a brutal end for both me and my unborn child.
After death, my spirit drifted back home, only to hear him coldly chuckle, "Let her learn her lesson; she won't come back until she admits she was wrong."
It wasn't until a mangled, rotting body was dumped at his feet, and he saw the blood-soaked wedding ring on its finger, that this heartless mob boss finally snapped...

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

On my son's seventh birthday, he hid behind my husband's first love and shouted at me, "You're a bad woman! She's my real mom!"
My husband was even crueler. He threw me out of the house without a second thought.
"To me, you were nothing but a surrogate."
Heartbroken, I walked away—and later adopted an abandoned little boy.
Years passed, when my husband finally learned the truth about the woman he had always protected, he came to me with our biological son, both of them kneeling before me in tears, begging for forgiveness.
Holding my adopted son's hand, I smiled calmly.
"Sorry. I only have one son."

My daughter was choked until her face turned purple by the mistress's son, then nearly died after my ex-husband forced her to give blood.
She was beaten, cursed at, and abandoned on a bench outside the hospital.
And I could do nothing to help her.
Because I had already died eight years ago.
It wasn't until my daughter collapsed crying at my grave—and the story made the news—that my ex-husband finally learned the truth.
He had destroyed both me and the child we shared in the cruelest way possible.
And by then, there was no fixing it.

At the scene of the car accident, my parents frantically scooped up my sister—who only had a scraped knee—then kicked me aside as I lay there dying.
"Don't be a burden to your sister. Just wait by the roadside and croak!"
They drove off without a second thought. In that moment, my heart turned to stone.
What they didn't know was that I didn't die. Instead, I got adopted by a top-tier professor and became a math prodigy worth tens of millions.
Two years later, when my birth parents went bankrupt and got on their knees begging me for a handout, I smiled coldly and played the recording of their attempted murder...

Everyone in town said I dumped my blind boyfriend because I couldn't stand being poor.
Five years later, I'd become a blind drifter myself, relying on handouts just to eat.
And he'd become one of Silicon Valley's hottest rising tech moguls.
He recognized me, but pretended he didn't.
He wanted me on my knees. Wanted me begging. Wanted me to pay for "abandoning" him.
Until he found out the person who gave up everything for him back then was no one else...
But me.

In my past life, I was pregnant and met a gruesome end, torn apart by the mad dog my cop husband kept, taking both my life and my baby's.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered I was pregnant.
My seemingly perfect husband, the epitome of a good man, smiled as he brought me muffins laced with rat poison. My seemingly kind in-laws watched me intently, eager for me to swallow the deadly treat...
That's when it hit me: the perfect marriage I thought I had was actually a family conspiracy for murder!
This time, I refuse to be the lamb led to slaughter. If you want my life and my child's, then you'll all be begging for mercy in hell!

Six years of hauling corpses. Six years of scraping maggots out of floorboards and suffocating in a toxic slurry of putrefying flesh and industrial solvents—all just to buy my husband a little more borrowed time.

I thought the thing I pulled back from the brink of death was a human being.

But the day my joint accounts were frozen... the moment my own son clamped a hand over his nose in disgust at my stench... the second I watched his mistress weeping softly into his chest... I finally realized the truth.

I hadn't saved a man. I had resurrected a pack of monsters, and they weren't going to stop until they ground me into the dirt.

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

I was betrayed, cheated on, and ruthlessly schemed against by my own husband. Cornered by him and his mistress, I was forced to leap off a cliff. No one expected that I would survive the fatal fall. I carved out a bloody path for myself in Silicon Valley and rose to become the sharpest, youngest queen across the entire capital circle. Three years later, he knelt before me in utter disarray, weeping brokenly. Meanwhile, draped in a white wedding gown, I was held securely in my bridegroom’s arms. It was in that moment that he finally comprehended—losing me was the harshest retribution he would ever endure for the rest of his life.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

When my own father pinned me against the reef and ripped my scales off one by one, my sister buried herself in my fiancé's arms and cried. "Don't blame my sister. She was born worthless."
Right there in front of everyone, they decided to offer me to the Sea God as a sacrifice. They couldn't even be bothered to send anyone to see me off.
But when I was dragged, half-dead, into the black prison, what came for me wasn't death.
It was the Sea God himself.
He wiped the blood from my tail and said, "Good. Let them keep piling on their sins. I'll make them drop to their knees and beg for your forgiveness."

A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

Juliette Moreau thought she had found the perfect partner in her fiancé, Bastian, until she discovered his betrayal when she found him in bed with her own sister.

Hurt and humiliated, she seeks solace in a bar, where she encounters a handsome and seductive man. The night they share proves to be unforgettable, but what she didn't expect is that this man would be her own boss, Gérard Durand.

Gérard, a powerful and wealthy man, surprises Juliette with an unconventional marriage proposal: a loveless contract. However, the intense attraction he feels for young Juliette leads him to a delicate balance between his personal desires and business matters.

His jealousy and possessiveness pose conflicts that destabilize their relationship, especially since he has no plans for offspring, while Juliette carries in her womb the result of their passionate nights together.

The struggle between love, business, and personal secrets threatens to tear apart their complicated union, unleashing a whirlwind of emotions and shocking decisions.

Margaret Queen receives an unexpected visit from a dangerous man, Nikolay Ivanov, who claims to have her brother captive and that he owes him a substantial sum of money.

She is willing to do anything to free her brother from the clutches of this man with a deep and devilishly attractive gaze, who makes her work for him, eliminating his rivals in the largest drug trafficking market in all of Europe.

Margaret fulfills her mission to the letter, although they both find themselves in a bind when Nikolay's main enemy appears and suspects his rival's intentions. To throw him off, Nikolay has to make Margaret pose as his wife.

But an unexpected attraction begins to blossom between them to the point of having an intense and passionate relationship, resulting in the conception of a baby.

🥵R18 Warning!

You are mine,’ he whispers with a dominant tone, pumping into me, the length and level of his arousal brutal. He releases my mouth and turns me around, one hand hard on my back, the other gripping my ass. He is giving me full, hard thrusts from behind, my breasts bouncing, the mirror giving me a full view of my slutdom.

Suzanne Peyton, facing a serious illness threatening her father's life, reluctantly accepts the marriage proposal from her stubborn boss, Nathan Strong. Despite their attraction, she is hesitant to his seduction attempts.
What started as amusement for Nathan turns into a battle of wills.
As the tension between them grows, they give in to desire and end up in a seemingly doomed marriage. However, an unexpected twist binds them for life: a bond neither anticipated that will change their destinies forever.
Will they be able to overcome this new truth and find a way to rebuild what they had constructed, or will this secret be the end of any possibility of reconciliation?

It was supposed to be a one night thing.

One reckless night to numb the agony of betrayal, seeing her long-distance boyfriend entangled in bed with her stepsister, the same person who had taken everything from her once.

But fate doesn’t forget so easily.

When Mireya comes face-to-face with the stranger once again, this time standing in front of her lecture hall as her professor, things spiral further out of control when she discovers he isn’t just her professor.

He was her ex-boyfriend’s uncle.

Pain forged Mireya’s grief into resolve. To get revenge on her ex-boyfriend, her target became his uncle.

Her plan was simple; seduce, control and destroy.

But who the real predator is, remains a mystery.

…

“Little flame, don’t play with fire.” He warned, voice dipping low into a deep growl that sent shivers to my spine.

My heart raced violently as I pressed my body against his, defiant and breathless. “I like it when it burns.”

She wants him to burn for her.

But like he said, she was playing with fire and when this fire rages, it was uncertain if she would still be able to hold on especially when it became clear that her Professor might actually be a mafia lord in disguise.

Lyra Blackthorne, the daughter of the slain Alpha of the Moonfang Pack, could never lead the pack because she had a Moon Wolf. Her mate, Rowan, was named Alpha in her place.

After assuming the title of Alpha, Lyra was betrayed and brutally rejected, not only by Rowan, but also by her entire pack and her stepsister Calista, with whom Rowan was having a secret affair.

“I reject Moon Wolf Lyra as my mate. She was found in bed with a stranger, which means she would betray the pack. The punishment for treason is death,” Alpha Rowan announced mercilessly.

The chants of the pack members and visiting Alphas, who had come to the Alphas’ conference, echoed through the trial. No one thought that Alpha Mikail, whose name sent shivers down spines due to his cruelty, would attend the conference.

Lyra found hope when she realized that Alpha Mikail was her second-chance mate, but she was painfully rejected once again. The double rejection caused her to lose her wolf, and she was sentenced to death by all the Alphas present.

She thought her fate was sealed when Alpha Mikail left and a warrior prepared to execute her. Everyone was stunned when, suddenly, Alpha Mikail turned around.

“Stop! The traitorous daughter of a deceased Alpha must not die. More suffering still awaits her,” he declared.

Lyra’s heart sank as she saw his dark gaze, deep as an abyss, while she fainted from exhaustion.

A few months later, a war broke out among the Alphas, as they began to fight over the Moon who had been rejected twice.

With her she-wolf dead, would the Moon Goddess be generous enough to give her another she-wolf? And which Alpha would be able to melt her now-cold heart?

A powerful CEO will cross paths with a single mother, "a tough nut to crack," as he calls her.

She is afraid of being in a romantic relationship since she was abandoned by her boyfriend. Since then, whenever a man approaches her, she scares him off brusquely.

That man with sea-green eyes and cinnamon skin who is her new boss will be her downfall.

Their worlds are different, lies, secrets, and a love triangle; accompanied by a passion-filled romance, will lead them to the abyss.

Will Katia be able to stay with him after learning the secret that the stone-faced man holds? Will the CEO be able to reach Katia's heart?

Mary have finally done it, she have achieved her dream and puts on the white dress of the aari. A new life await her, with new responsibilities and new challenges.
She is still surrounded by her family and friends, and Tenac. But there are also losses along the way. When she finally starts to become comfortable in her new life, the news of a new outbreak of the sickness reaches Salmis.
All of a sudden it is up to her to fight for a city that abandoned her. Does she really want to fight for it? Or should she walk away and leave her past behind her? The third and final book in the White rose series about Mary.

Alpha Mikael thinks he is cursed by the moon goddess and will never find his mate. He lives to keep up the promise he made to the one he couldn’t protect, to make sure he is a good alpha.

When his childhood friend, alpha Graham, asks him to let an agent stay in his pack, he agrees. The agent is to look into the disappearance of a police officer. Little does Mikael know that this will bring him everything he has been looking for, and somethings he didn’t.

Rayvin has spent the last nine years making sure she would never have to go back to the Whiteriver pack. That alpha Mikael would stay in her past. But when her alpha demand that she handles the investigation that will bring her straight back to the things she is running from. She needs to face her past and decide what to do about her future.

Part 2 of 3
From Omega to Luna
Scales of the wolf
Riding with wolves

Colin is the alpha of one of the strongest packs on the continent. His pack is powerful and independent. He knows his mate is out there somewhere. But he is patent, he knows he will find her.

Adina has more secrets than most. Her life is a long row of moves between different packs, covens, tribes and even nests. Then there is the never-ending list of responsibilities that fall upon her. She was hoping that her best and only friend and bodyguard, Sean, would end up being her mate. Who else would be able to handle her life? But no such luck.

Sean is the bodyguard that never leaves Adina's side. He has rarely done so since they first meet when he was fourteen. And although they are each other's one constant in life, he carries two secrets he has sworn never to reveal to her.

When mate bonds are discovered, treason is unearthed and friendships are put to the test. These three will have to find a new way of living and trust each other and their allies. Or the magical community will be thrown into chaos.

Welcome to Maple House, where thin walls, nosy neighbors, and unexpected love stories are part of the lease agreement.

Iris has traded luxury penthouses and private chefs for a tiny apartment and an entry-level job after refusing to obey her father's demands. Determined to build a life of her own, she has no time for her gruff, intimidating coworker. Unfortunately, the more she sees of Bo's hidden kindness, the harder it becomes to look away. But her father isn't ready to let her go.

After catching her husband in bed with her best friend, six-months-pregnant Jenna does what any sensible woman would do—she leaves. Starting over as a single mother won't be easy, especially when she nearly runs over her new neighbor's dog and discovers that neighbor is Max, her high school sweetheart. As her messy divorce drags on, resisting the sweet man next door becomes nearly impossible.

Moa is counting the days until she can escape the apartment she still shares with her ex. Then his recently discharged Marine half-brother arrives and turns her plans upside down. The attraction is immediate, intense, and completely off-limits.

For two years, Bran has secretly loved his gentle giant of a neighbor, Bear. Convinced Bear could never return his feelings, Bran tries to move on—only to discover Bear suddenly showing up everywhere. Coincidence, jealousy, or something more?

In one building, lives collide, hearts heal, friendships are forged and happily-ever-afters might be waiting just down the hall.

“Are you making an offer?”
“Careful, Charmeze, you are playing with a fire that will burn you to ashes. ”
She had been one of the best waitresses who had served them during the Thursday meetings. He is a Mafia boss and a vampire.
He had liked having her in his lap. She felt soft and round in all the right places. He had liked it too much, which had become clear, as Millard had called her over to him. Vidar’s instinct had been to object, to keep her in his lap.
He took a deep breath and took another hit of her scent. He would ascribe his behavior during the night to the long time he had been without a woman, or a man, for that. Maybe his body was telling him it was time to indulge in some depraved behavior. But not with the waitress. All his instincts told him that would end up being a bad idea.


Working at 'The Red Lady' was the salvation Charlie needed. The money was good and she liked her boss. The only thing she stayed away from was the Thursday club. The mysterious group of hot men that came every Thursday to play cards in the back room. That was until the day she didn't have a choice. The moment she laid eyes on Vidar and his hypnotic ice-blue eyes, she found him irresistible. It didn't help that he was everywhere, offering her things she wanted, and things she didn't think she wanted but needed.
Vidar knew he was gone the moment he saw Charlie. Every last instinct he had told him to make her his. But there were rules and the others were watching him.

Graham's mind went blank. He was met by the most beautiful she-wolf he had ever seen. He let his eyes trail over her body. She was short and lean but had curves in places that made his mouth dry and his pants tight.

As he took in her face, his eyes met her ice blue ones, and he stopped breathing for a moment.

While he was frozen, his wolf was ecstatic and tried to push him forward. She looked just as surprised as him. He took two strides and ended up inches away from her.

“Mate!” he growled, never breaking eye contact.

***Bella is an omega, lowest in rank of the pack. But she has accepted her place in life. Graham is the alpha, top of the rank. Strong, fierce, and determined to do what is best for his pack. In his mind, he doesn’t have any time for a mate. Yet they meet each other in the midst of the biggest conflict between the packs and rogues to date.

Part 1 of 3
From Omega to Luna
Scales of the wolf
Riding with wolves

Amie's wolf hasn't shown herself. But who cares? She has a good pack, best friends and a family who loves her. Everyone, including the Alpha, is telling her she is perfect just the way she is. That is until she finds her mate and he rejects her. Heartbroken Amie flees from everything and start over. No more werewolves, no more packs.

When Finlay finds her, she is living among humans. He is smitten by the stubborn wolf that refuse to acknowledge his existence. She may not be his mate, but he wants her to be a part of his pack, latent wolf or not.

Amie cant resist the Alpha that comes into her life and drags her back into pack life. Not only does she find herself happier than she has been in a long time, her wolf finally comes to her. Finlay isn't her mate, but he becomes her best friend. Together with the other top wolves in the pack, they work to create the best and strongest pack.

When it's time for the pack games, the event that decides the packs rank for the coming ten year, Amie needs to face her old pack. When she sees the man that rejected her for the first time in ten years, everything she thought she knew is turned around. Amie and Finlay need to adapt to the new reality and find a way forward for their pack. But will the curve ball split them apart?

“Stay away, stay away from me, stay away,” she shouted, over and over. She kept shouting even though it seemed she had run out of things to throw. Zane was more than a little interested in knowing exactly what was going on. But he couldn’t focus with the woman making a ruckus.
“Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. She fell silent and he saw tears start to fill her eyes, her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman.

“And your name is?” he asked.

“Ava,” she told him in a thin voice.

“Ava Cobler?” he wanted to know. Her name had never sounded so beautiful before, it surprised her. She almost forgot to nod. “My name is Zane Velky,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. Ava’s eyes grew bigger as he heard the name. Oh no, not that, anything but that, she thought.

“You have heard of me,” he smiled, he sounded satisfied. Ava nodded. Everyone who lived in the city knew the name Velky, it was the largest mafia group in the state with its centre in the city. And Zane Velky was the head of the family, the don, the big boss, the huge honcho, the Al Capone of the modern world. Ava felt her panicked brain spin out of control.

“Calm down, angel,” Zane told her and placed his hand on her shoulder. His thumb went down in front of her throat. If he squeezed, she would be struggling to breathe, Ayya realised, but somehow his hand calmed her mind. “That’s a good girl. You and I need to have a talk,” he told her. Ava’s mind objected to being called a girl. It irritated her even though she was scared. “Who hit you?” he asked. Zane moved his hand to tilt her head to the side so he could look at her cheek and then at her lip.

******************Ava is kidnapped and is forced to realise her uncle has sold her to the Velky family to get out of his gambling debts. Zane is the head of the Velky family cartel. He is hard, brutal, dangerous and deadly. His life don't have room for love or relationships, but he has needs as any hotblooded man.

Trigger warnings:
Talk about SA
Body image issues
Light BDSM
Descriptive descriptions of assaults
Self harm
Harsh language

Irin has spent her life wrapped in certainty—certainty of faith, of duty, of the noble blood that shaped her upbringing. As a cleric of the Temple, she believes the world is ordered, that every soul has its place, and that devotion will always be rewarded. Koth is everything she is not. A half-orc wizard who grew up on the streets of the city, he trusts in instinct over doctrine and survival over ideals. Their paths should never have crossed.

By chance—or perhaps by fate—they are assigned to the same mission by the Temple, an uneasy partnership forged out of necessity rather than trust. What begins as reluctant cooperation slowly turns into something more as they are forced to rely on each other’s strengths. Irin’s faith tempers Koth’s cynicism, while his hard-won wisdom challenges the rigid beliefs she has never questioned.

When the mission goes disastrously wrong, Irin and Koth find themselves in a situation they never foresaw, carrying something powerful that others are willing to kill for. With dangerous forces closing in, their only option is to run. The road ahead pulls them far from the cities they once knew, across unfamiliar lands and into constant danger.

As they fight to stay alive, they must also confront the truths they’ve long avoided—about their pasts, their beliefs, and each other. Preconceived notions crack under shared hardship, and misunderstandings give way to trust. Yet with every step closer, the growing bond between them becomes another risk, one that could cost them everything.

Caught between faith and freedom, loyalty and desire, Irin and Koth must decide what they are willing to sacrifice—not just to survive, but to choose their own fate.

“And what do you think strength is?” I asked her between clenched teeth.

“Strength is to be brave enough to open up to someone else, to give someone your heart even though by doing so you hand them a way to utterly destroy you. It’s to be there for the people you call family,” she told me.

“Are you saying we wouldn’t help our brothers? Fuck you, Tite! I would die for each of my brothers!”

“Yeah, that is easy to say, Nash, easy to do. The big gestures, going out in blaze of glory with your brothers by your side. It’s easy to say you will give your life for your brothers, but it means nothing if you can’t stand with them in the small, everyday things,” she said.


Tite is a hybrid of werewolf and witch, but she’s never felt at home in either world. Tough, clever, and ambitious, she searches for belonging.

Nash’s MC club, the Howlers, faces escalating attacks that threaten their survival, prompting him to seek help from the mysterious ‘mother chapter.’ When he meets Tite, Nash feels an undeniable connection, but he insists he’s only interested in a one-night stand.

Hope sparks in Tite—could she finally have found her place? But Nash’s, her true mate, rejection shatters that dream. Determined to still help, Tite convinces her father to send her with Nash to save the club.

Dark magic and betrayal run deep in the Howlers, and yet, she uncovers a hidden ally—a panther shifter among the members. As secrets reveal themselves, Tite and Nash must fight for love and survival amidst mounting danger.

Part 3 of 3
From Omega to Luna
Scales of the wolf
Riding with wolves

After being married to my husband for four years I'm finally free. My plan is finally coming together and I can see my future in front of me. My dream is becoming reality with the money Simon has to give me after the divorce. My final act of revenge.

Hana thinks she has everything planned out after her divorce. That is until the police knocks on her door asking questions about her ex-husband. Not long after there is another knock. This time it's the mafia and they don't want to talk. The third time someone knocks on Hana's door she isn't opening it. But when she does, against her better judgment, she finds her ex's father who she never met. He should be the enemy, his presence should trigger all her alarms. So why is it she can't seem to ask him to leave and why does she feel safe with him?

Hunter hasn't seen his son in years, but an old friend calls to tell him the police is investigating his son. Hunter tracks down his son's wife and the instant he meets her he can't think of anything besides her blue eyes. He promises to help her. It's the right thing to do, and has nothing to do with how his body reacts when she is close.

Trigger warnings
Domestic abuse
Graphic descriptions of violence
Graphic sex scenes