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"I’ll keep you alive. Even if you hate me till your last breath, Aiden."

"Keep me alive? You’re dragging me straight to hell! My exams, my life, even the right to drink a damn coffee in peace，you’ve wrecked it all!"

1820, under a blood moon. Alpha King Aldrich watched his pregnant mate die, his kingdom burn. Rescued from the executioner’s block by rogue wolves, he dug his nails into the dirt and swore: every debt would be paid in blood.

The Great Red Moon Prophecy had promised him an heir，the strongest Alpha to ever walk. He’d believed it. Gambled everything. And lost.

Centuries later, in a London café, final-year nursing student Aiden chugs coffee over his finals notes. One step from his white coat, until a man named Aldrich walks in and drops a secret that makes his hands shake.

"You’re half-werewolf." The man’s voice is ice. "And you’re the one from the prophecy. The ‘strongest’."

Normalcy shatters like his coffee mug. Aiden only knows this: since the man arrived, the weirdness haven’t stopped—wolf howls outside his dorm, emotions spiking out of control, strange eyes watching him from the shadows.

He hates Aldrich. Hates the chaos, hates the weight in his eyes, hates the flicker of something unfamiliar in his own chest.

But when the first threat，claw marks, bloodstained，appears on his dorm door, when he finds his mother’s "accidental death" wasn’t an accident, Aiden has to face it.

Some fates won’t stay buried.

Shadows from 1820. Fangs hidden in modern streets. All of them are hunting the "strongest",hunting "him".

Aldrich says he won’t lose again. But as Aiden stares at the centuries-old king’s back, shielding him from the dark, he can’t help wondering—

What did he lose, all those years ago?

And why… "him"?

I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack.
I was wrong.
On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man’s child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied.
I should have died in those woods.
Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha.
The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb.
He sees something worth claiming.
As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name.
But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up.
I was rejected while pregnant.
Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.

They left me to freeze to death in our basement freezer.

The night before prom, my foster sister Leila came crying that I'd burned her Ivy League recommendation letter. My birth parents didn't even listen to one word of explanation—they threw me into that frozen hell in forty-five below.

I beat on that door until my fingers were shredded, screamed until my throat tore apart, but all I could hear from upstairs was their laughter celebrating Leila. Even Justin—the boy I'd loved since we were kids—texted calling me a fucking psycho.

As I drew my last breath, I heard Leila's soft voice outside the door: "Rest in peace, sister."

Now I'm a ghost, watching them lose their minds when the truth comes out.

Some bad decisions come back to bite you. Literally.

After finding out her boyfriend cheated, the last thing she expected was to stumble across a wounded man in an alley. And definitely not one with fangs. But thanks to a mix of cocktails, shame, and her questionable life choices, she takes him home. Turns out, he’s not just any vampire—he’s a king. And according to him, she’s his fated mate.

Now, she’s stuck with an overprotective, brooding bloodsucker who keeps rescuing her, a growing list of enemies who want her dead, and an undeniable attraction that’s making it very hard to remember why falling for a vampire is a terrible idea.

Because if she’s not careful, she won’t just lose her heart—she’ll lose her humanity.

His hand tightens around my wrists above my head. “This pretty dripping pussy of yours. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is fucking begging me. But maybe you’re soaked and needy because of his fangs.” He slaps my pussy. Hard.

I cry. “Ahhhh! No!” I let out a whimper, then a moan.

Earlier, of fucking course yes, but now, it’s just for him. But if I come to think about Griffin’s fangs—

Aemon opens my pussy lips with his long fingers at an obscene angle. I curl my toes. Oh, Goddess, oh Goddess!

I’m so wet! “Griffin—I mean—Your brother means nothing to me.” I whimper.

But as soon as I say his brother’s name I know it is the wrong thing to say.

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To vampires, blood is everything.

When it stops flowing, so do you.

Blake is human. Offered like cattle by the very pack that raised her.

But the moment her blood touches Griffin’s tongue, the Vampire Leader knows—she is his fated mate.

There is only one problem: his brother wants her too. And he’s not willing to let go.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Do it." He let go, his sapphire eyes still fixed on me as he pulled his cock out, "and you'd better do it soon, I still have too many things to do."
I still didn't want to believe it, I wanted it all to be a stupid joke! A light punishment that wouldn't go any further...
He came towards me and left me against the wall of the carriage, the dim light coming in making those blue eyes sharper, his dick coming closer to my face.
It wouldn't fit, it was too thick.
I didn't even know how it got inside me, imagine in my mouth?
I'd suffocate.
I was going to die!


The final tranquility of humanity crumbles when a ship, crewed by bloodthirsty beasts, docks on the island. The once peaceful and paradisiacal place transforms into a true inferno. To prevent the people from being enslaved, Lianna, the eldest daughter of the village leader is offered as a tribute to the enemies. Vowing to her tribe and herself that she would kill the cursed man who invaded and seized her home. As she gets closer to the man, she discovers what appears to be an ordinary human. However, little does she know that the man transforms into a gigantic beast under the moonlight…

Maevyrn (Maeve) Grew up in the human world. Beaten daily by her mother. A stranger who claims to be her father swoops in and brings her to moonlight academy where all things that go bump in the night attend. She had read about these creatures but had never thought she could be one of them. All the lies and betrayal lead to only one thing.

Will Maeve choose to fight against them and save their pack, or fight with them and destroy everything.


My fingers pressed to the fresh mark beneath my ear. It pulsed faintly, aching, not from pain. From absence.
From her.
I closed my eyes and tried again, just like I had the past five minutes. I reached for her through the mate bond, through the invisible tether.
“She marked me,” I whispered, voice raw. “And now she’s gone. What the fuck does that even mean?”

I curled myself tighter into the hoodie I’d thrown over my shoulders. her hoodie, oversized and frayed at the cuffs, still smelling like firewood and wind and whatever wild scent always clung to her. I wrapped her blanket tighter around me, but it didn’t help. It just made everything worse.

Because it wasn’t her arms. And it may never be. I stood up suddenly, the grief boiling into anger, into motion. I paced the room like a storm bottled in a body. My mind kept flashing to her face, glowing gold in the candlelight, shadows flickering across her jaw, those haunted eyes that held so many fucking secrets.

To many fucking secrets.

"You're nothing but a replacement."

My husband said it with his eyes every time he looked through me to see her face. His mistress said it with that slow, satisfied smile. My own brother—the one I would have died for—proved it the night I saw him looking at her like she hung the moon.

I married a man who never once saw me.

I worked myself hollow for a family that used me like a tool and called it marriage. I gave up my career, my research, my dignity. I even gave up the right to be sick—because I have stage-four cancer and I haven't told a single soul.

I'm dying. And nobody knows.

But here's what they didn't count on: I'm not gone yet.

Before I go, I'm taking everything back.

Some women burn quietly until there's nothing left.

I'm done burning quietly.

My parents raised me for twenty-four years. Then they found out I wasn't their biological daughter.

Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.

When kidnappers grabbed us, I used my body as a shield. They beat me until something inside me ruptured. I was dying from internal bleeding, but no one could tell.

My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"

"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."

They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.

I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.

But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.

On my birthday, I was dragged up to the attic and assaulted by several men.
I called my parents, brother, and boyfriend for help, but they all thought I was seeking attention and ruining my sister Sophie's celebration.
"Mia, stop it. We're busy preparing for Sophie's party. If you want attention, find another way."
This was the hundredth time they'd let me down.
But there won't be a hundred and first.
Because I'm already dead.

From #1 bestselling author Blake Pierce comes a heart-pounding new mystery series.In the cornfields of Nebraska a woman is found murdered, strung up on a pole, the victim of a deranged killer. It doesn’t take long for the police to realize a serial killer is on the loose—and that his spree has just begun.Detective Mackenzie White, young, tough, smarter than the aging, chauvinistic men on her local force, finds herself called in grudgingly to help solve it. As much as the other officers hate to admit it, they need her young, brilliant mind, which has already helped crack cold cases that had left them stumped. Yet even for Mackenzie this new case proves an impossible riddle, something the likes of which she—and the local force—have ever seen.With the FBI called in, together, an intense manhunt ensues. Mackenzie, reeling from her own dark past, her failed relationships, and her undeniable attraction to the new FBI agent, finds herself battling her own demons as her hunt for the killer takes her to the darkest places of her mind. As she delves into the killer’s mind, obsessing over his twisted psychology, she finds that evil truly does exist. She only hopes it will not be too late to extricate herself from it, as her entire life collapses around her.As more bodies turn up dead and a frantic race against time ensues, there is no way out but to find him before he kills again.A dark psychological thriller with heart-pounding suspense, BEFORE HE KILLS marks the debut of a riveting new series—and a beloved new character—that will leave you turning pages late into the night. Book #2 in the Mackenzie White Mystery series will be available soon. Also available by Blake Pierce is ONCE GONE (A Riley Paige mystery—Book #1), a #1 bestseller!

Seventy-two hours before my wedding, I stood in front of the fitting mirror at a bridal shop.

My best friend sent me a social media post, and the red exclamation mark in the message box stung my eyes sharply.

The post’s title read: Guys, my boyfriend is getting married to his current partner. What should I do?

The comment section had already erupted into chaos.
“Dude, are you out of your mind? You’re the other woman here!”
“You’re the homewrecker and you dare post this to get roasted? Where’s your shame?”

The poster was firing back furiously, every word oozing unapologetic madness:
“We’ve been inseparable since we were kids! His first love, first kiss, first time—all mine!”
“He doesn’t even like that old hag; he’s only marrying her out of obligation!”
“Who’s the real mistress, anyway?”

I should have swiped past it like a silly joke, but my gaze was locked onto the poster’s profile picture.

It showed two hands laced together. Peeking out from the man’s wrist was a dark green watch dial—a Richard Mille Valentine’s Day limited edition. It was the seven-figure engagement gift I’d bought him by selling my mother’s last precious heirloom, the only one of its kind in the world.

My heart was squeezed tight by an icy hand, plummeting to the bottom in an instant.

I tapped into the account’s homepage. The second my finger swiped open the photo album, a dizzying, world-spinning sensation crashed over me.

In the photos, the man holding the girl closely was none other than Lu Yanchen—my fiancé, who was supposed to marry me in three days.

I stared at the screen. All the wedding hopes and love I’d saved up over three years shattered into nothing but dust at this moment.

I couldn’t believe it, yet I had to. The man who’d loved me for three years and sworn to protect me forever had been lying to me from start to finish.

My younger sister, Freya, was preparing for her advanced training in New York the following week, so she dragged me to the dance studio to help her correct her movements. I put on my dance shoes as usual and stood in the center of the floor, ready to demonstrate a turn.

The moment my foot slipped, I didn't even have time to react.

My body hit the ground hard, and the sharp pain from the back of my head nearly made me lose consciousness. I lay on the cold floor, my throat tight, unable to even cry out for help.

When Mother rushed in, she didn't spare me a glance.

She immediately helped Freya up and took her to the hospital. I missed the critical window for treatment and died on the way to the hospital.

“Mine,” I heard him say, as his eyes turned a bright shade of red. Maybe I should've shouted for help. Or hit one of his men, who was holding me in place.

Instead, my heart stirred at the sound of his voice.

“I always get what I want.” He continued. “And I'm taking you with me.” He stared directly into my eyes, and my breath turned raspy. He looked scary, yet I wasn't afraid of him.

I turned back towards the dark alley. If I didn't go with him, I'd be caught by those killers sent by my father.

But this man didn't look human. I took a deep breath, and made my decision quickly.

“Yes, I'm yours.”


On her wedding day, Mirabella Aurel eloped, only to be captured by a strange man.

Danger. That was what came to mind, once she locked gazes with Zeke Elliott. Plunged into a world of darkness, power, and abnormality, Mirabella discovers that she might have just jumped from frying pan to fire.

In the midst of all, she finds herself falling for a vampire whom she never thought existed. And he might be the only one who can protect her, and help her enact revenge on her…father.

“I reject you as my mate. I chose her. Diana will be my mate, not some pitiful scrap of a slave.” The words that shattered her world came from her own fated mate.

Cast out and scorned, omega Alicia should have died in the wild. Instead, she discovers a fierce new strength: she is carrying the child of the Alpha who betrayed her. Now, hidden in the mountains under the protection of the formidable Alpha Brooke, she vows to protect her son and forge a new destiny far from the cruel Moon Pack.

But the bond she shares with Alpha Max is not so easily broken. Haunted by her memory and tormented by whispers of a living heir, Max begins a relentless hunt to reclaim what is his. As ancient powers stir and rival packs collide, Alicia must choose between the safety of a new love and the dangerous pull of a scarred past.

Can a rejected mate ever be forgiven? And what price is an Alpha willing to pay to win back the family he threw away?

Nine and a half million followers. Penthouse in LA. More money than I ever dreamed possible.
I built my empire teaching people to transform themselves, to become beautiful despite their scars. What I never told them was why I needed to learn that skill in the first place.
Then she slides into my DMs: "OMG ScarlettGlow! We went to high school together! Your biggest fan here!"
Madison Blackwell. The golden girl who made my teenage years hell.
She has no clue that ScarlettGlow is actually Scarlett Murphy—the "nobody" she tortured until I disappeared senior year. Now she's broke, desperate, and literally begging me for attention.
I'm staring at her across this overpriced Beverly Hills restaurant, watching her panic over an eight-hundred-dollar guest fee while I casually pull out my black Amex.
The girl who once said I'd never amount to anything is now desperately trying to impress me.
Should I tell her who I really am?

Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises—shattered in one gunshot moment.

Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia—while Aria was left bleeding and invisible.

"You almost died!"
"And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing."

Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move—marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective—and he plays for keeps.

Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give… Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning.

Will she finally become someone's first choice—or lose herself trying?

My husband used my cottage to cheat on me. Fine. I found out, I drove three hours, and I walked into my own house to find his mistress wearing my dead grandmother's sweater.
She told me to leave.
He showed up, kissed her in front of me, then grabbed my arm and shoved me into the door frame.
That's when I had the asthma attack. He's known about my asthma for five years.
My inhaler rolled across the porch floor. His mistress picked it up, held it out, and told me to sign a statement saying I'd caused all of this. Then she'd give it back.
He looked at me on the ground and said: She's performing.
I'm sitting on the floor of my own grandmother's house, gasping, and my husband is telling the neighbors I'm acting.
Nobody thought to ask whose family manages every property on this coastline.

"Get out of here with your dying bastard!"
My son suddenly fell critically ill, and the only matching organ was locked in my wife's family's cold storage. I stormed into the company with my critically ill child, only to be met with a severe suspension notice.
Everyone thought I was some lowly social outcast, someone they could crush at any moment.
Until I pulled out that dusty badge, my father-in-law, who controlled a New York business empire, was so terrified that he cleared the room on the spot, his legs going weak.
"Arrange surgery for my son immediately." I looked at him coldly. "If he misses the optimal transplant window, I guarantee your entire family, and this city, will be executed for him."

He Thought I'd Wait Forever. I Wore White for Someone Else.

Nora canceled the wedding venue on a Tuesday. The deposit was nonrefundable. She let it go.
Eight years she'd held that stretch of coast — the cliff, the white tent, the January date they circled and let slide every spring. She slid the ring off at the kitchen counter and dropped it in the drawer with the dead batteries and old takeout menus. It didn't feel like heartbreak. It felt like setting down something she'd carried too long.
Adrian would find out. Not tonight. He still thought her silence was a thing to be coaxed out of. He still thought she'd always be there.
She'd already decided she wouldn't. By the time he understood, she'd be on that coast in a white dress — and the man beside her wouldn't be him.

While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation

This was the thirteenth time I'd tried to earn their love—and my last.
For months, I'd worked myself to exhaustion, five months pregnant, hand-sewing thousands of pearls onto what I'd hoped would become the dress of my dreams.
But moments before the ceremony, my fiancé and his family burst into the bridal suite and tore it off me. They gave it to her—the girl they'd raised, the one they'd always loved more.
They stole my wedding. They stole my groom. And when I collapsed, bleeding, they made sure the ambulance took her instead—all because she'd fainted from the drama.
Watching those sirens fade, I finally understood: I was never the daughter they wanted to save.

I gave five years to my husband's ambition—and got betrayal in return.

Forty-three days without a break on the Imperial City project. I collapsed from exhaustion and woke up in the hospital. He never picked up the phone.

He was too busy celebrating his mistress's birthday.

The blonde hair wrapped around his jacket was like a slap to the face. I'd cut my own hair short years ago because he said long hair wasn't "professional." He just meant it wasn't professional on me.

He promised we'd move to Imperial City together once he succeeded. But he was always too busy—except when it came to touring my project sites with her.

I'd had enough.

I froze the accounts. Pulled the funding. Took back everything I'd built.

He tried to push me out of my own position, so I reclaimed the patents and withdrew my support.

He called a press conference to save face. I attended—as an executive at his largest competitor.

I watched him crumble.

For five years, I held him up. And for five years, he treated me like something disposable.

He forgot that the empire he thought he built was never his.

It was always mine.

"Before we start, I put a sleeping pill in the wife's milk,No matter how loud we get tonight, she won't wake up."

The mistress whispered with a cruel smile.

Nora Hearst lay hidden beneath the bed, listening to the ragged breathing of her husband and her so-called best friend on their marital bed.

They even found her wheelchair too much of an obstacle, casually dragging her fragile body onto the freezing floor.

The man who had pursued her for four years

a man who once claimed he would die for her——was now whispering to that woman:

"Nora can't satisfy me, but you... you're wild enough."

Her hand tightened around the voice recorder hidden in her sleeve.

Memories flooded back: the car accident where she sacrificed her legs to save his life, and the precious surprise growing inside her womb that he had been so eagerly awaiting.

Kennedy Frederick , she vowed silently, in sixty-six days, I will make you kneel and listen to every second of this recording.

I will destroy you at the very moment you think your life is perfect.

When they shoved me into the flames, I fought through the blinding pain to call my brother, Ethan Bennett. Fire licked at my skin, twisting my vision, but the call finally went through.

"What is it now?" He sounded distracted, like he was checking off a guest list.

"Ethan, please, help—" My voice was shattered, choked by the searing heat.

"Can't you just give it a rest for one single day?" he snapped, cutting me off. "Selina and I are getting married this weekend. If you pull another stunt, I swear I'll—"

The call died right as the flames swallowed me whole.

Agony consumed every nerve before my eyes closed for good, his unfinished threat still echoing in my ears.

But the good news is, Ethan... you don't have to swear anymore. Because I was dead.

Fuck, I want to hate him at this moment.
He inches his way lower and lower until he reached my dripping core, He stops and kisses my pussy lips before using his tongue to open me up.
Then he kissed my clit, and I came hard.


Bastet is the leader of the Hunter association founded by her ancestor Abraham Van Helsing. In a male-dominated field, she is the only woman ever to hold the top position, due to the fact her father had no sons. She worked harder than any of her male predecessors, always dutiful to the cause.

However, she is stuck between a rock and a hard place because she loves two men. One man owns her heart while the other owns her soul. However, she must marry and choose her future husband wisely.

Making the wrong way can turn her world turns upside down. During her decision making jealousy and envy shows its ugly head. And threaten to destroy all she holds dear and what he works for.

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

When Hazel Parker moves in next door to the Forest Ranger, she feels an instant attraction but feels hurt when he rejects her initial advances. However, an encounter in the forest with him changes everything when she learns his true identity.

Strong Sexual Content

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Rhett slowly brought his hand up and ran it up Hazel’s body without touching it, just mere centimeters away. When he got to her neck he stopped and then reached in and grabbed Hazel’s jaw and turned her face back towards him. “You don’t have to be scared of me Hazel. I don’t want to hurt you. Show yourself NOW!” he demanded.

“You’re going to have to learn to listen,” Rhett said as he pulled her head to the side. Then, he suddenly thrust forward and sunk his teeth into her neck.

I almost died on the operating table trying to give Alexander Volkov a child, unaware he already had a pair of illegitimate twins with his childhood sweetheart.
My heart stopped when I saw the DNA results. Alec, the man who made the New York underworld tremble, the man who flew back on a private jet just to hold my hand, was a flawless liar.
I turned my face away, tears soaking the hospital pillow. My hand drifted to my belly. God had finally decided to give me a break after five years of needles and agony—I was pregnant. But now, it felt like the cruelest joke.
He pulled me into his arms, smelling of expensive cologne and... baby formula.
"Tell me what's wrong, honey. Whoever made you unhappy, I'll make them pay."
I stared into his lying eyes and made my decision.
I would vanish with his unborn child, leaving him to rot in eternal regret.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

BBW Kamasutra Jones aka Karma is a woman with dreams of becoming a businesswoman. Lance Logi is a man who profits from selling pleasure and its various forms. He has many strip clubs, sex clubs, and other sorts of adult entertainment companies. Masks are used to hide identity. Mostly because those from the high society were expected to maintain a certain decorum and follow certain rules. Where deviant behavior would have been scandalous. Read what happens when two strangers meet in a place of pleasure.

Book 6 of the Tessa's Wolves Series of Stories

She's an alpha wolf who suddenly woke up in a strange, new world. He's a smoking hot ancient warlock with a nasty reputation. It's a bond that she doesn't want, but one her body just can't resist...

When Gretchen Mason learns she cannot ever go home again, she embarks on a journey to find her family already living in the Realm- Tessa, Jacob and Logan Hexom. She is terrorized along the way by an unknown presence. Finally finding the courage to confront her stalker, Gretchen is taken captive by the dark figure from her nightmares.

After escaping, Gretchen tries to put the ordeal out of her mind and get on with her new life, but Damien Darke isn't the kind of man who will be ignored and forgotten.

Will Damien ever be able to melt the icy shell of Gretchen's heart? Or, will he be forever tormented by the ghosts of his past?

Warning: Graphic depictions of violence and sex...enjoy!!

Rhye Gosling demanded she marry him after their accidental nerve-wracking one-night stand. Little did she know, he was the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf community, a world she thought only existed in the book. How hard could it be? Yet, the handsome and demanding Alpha would change her life to the full extent, bringing her laughter and tears, hatred and love, and into the chaotic world of magic and wonder where werewolves and demons existed and would do everything to bring the Alpha to his knees.

Racked by confusion and changes in her body, Diana found herself irresistibly drawn to Andrew. Passion ignited and threatened to consume them both. However, she was unprepared for the reason he had sought her out and the danger that lay ahead. Regardless, sharing a love of conquering their goals, this unlikely pair began to form an unexpected bond that led them to a place neither of them ever expected to be.

I have three mates!
The first is Stone, originally, I think he is a human and then I can hide my true self to live a simple life with him, but he told me I look like his ex-wife. Screw him!
The Second, Lycian, Alpha of Gladiator Moon Pack, he said I am his mate and wait for me for many years, but wants to share me with his destined enemy just because I am the key to peace. Fuck him.
Yeah, the third one is Requiem, Alpha of Stone Moon Pack. The shit man has a fiancée and also said I am his mate. Am I insane or is he insane?

And who am I?
I am the Last descendant of the Moon Goddess, a special breed child and a prize to any Alpha.
Should I kill the three men or force them to kneel before me?

"Time for you to entertain me."

As he laid back his T-shirt rose, revealing the bottom of his ab muscles and the line of his hip. Scarlett had to tell herself not to stare before he noticed her perving on him.

She shifted on the spot, feeling her lips stretch unnaturally wide.

"W-what do... do you expect me to do?" she stammered. Her mind raced at a mile a minute, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios ranging from ludicrous to steamy.

When her stepbrother moves in, Scarlett's human best friend is mesmerized by him. Sienna is popular and beautiful, but Adrian curtly informs her that while he is not interested in having a girlfriend, she may serve as his slave. Sienna believes she can win him over if she spends enough time with him, unaware of his status as Alpha. Meanwhile, Scarlett is falling head over heels for his Beta-Riley, who has been strictly forbidden to mate with her. Will she follow the rules of her Alpha, or rebel for the sake of love?

“I have loved you since the first moment I laid my eyes upon your gorgeous face.” the next thing he says has everyone completely flabbergasted.

“My wolf knew you were his, which was just after my sixteenth birthday, he wanted you from the moment he knew you were meant for us, but I’ve wanted you to be mine since we first played at recess in kindergarten, would you do me the honor of being my wife and not just my mate?”

The world we come from is a very dangerous one. One that we wanted to escape from, our world is divided up into factions, there are seven in total. Human, Angel, Demon, Werewolf, Vampire, Fae, and Witch.

Life is what you make of it, but what do you do when you find out that you're not exactly human? My life wasn't exactly perfect, but it was a good life, on the day I turned seventeen years old, I found out that there is a prophecy about me. A prophecy that stated that I would be the downfall of the Under World Society as they knew it.

On our wedding night, my wife said to me: "Lucas's family needs an heir, and I've agreed to carry one for them."
Seeing me trembling all over, she gently cupped my face and added softly: "It's just IVF—a way to repay their kindness. The entire process is medical, with no physical contact at all. Once the baby is born and the debt is settled, I'll have as many children with you as you want, okay?"
For the sake of our ten years of love and the debt of gratitude we owed, I gritted my teeth and agreed.
Until three months later, when I found her lying naked on our wedding bed, frantically making love with Lucas.

36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.

When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.

They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.

All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.

I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.

I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."

He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."

Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.

I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.

Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.

But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:

"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"

Alice only wanted to help her younger brother when she confronted his bully. She ends up agreeing to do whatever Adam wants in return for him leaving her brother alone. He goes one step further, befriending and protecting her brother, but only for as long as Alice agrees to follow his orders. Orders that become increasingly difficult for her to agree to.

Luna Elara Valen’s world shatters when Alpha Thorne publicly claims Vespera his rejected true mate as his second Luna. Betrayed, branded barren, and humiliated before the pack, Elara flees into the frozen wilds. There, the Dark Lycan "Draven", exiled rebel king who defied the Moon Goddess finds her. One touch ignites a forbidden bond. Thorne hunts her in guilt and fear. War brews. Packs mobilize. Vengeance or forgiveness? Elara stands between two mates, two fates. Choose wrong and everything burns.

She came to seduce a monster. She didn't expect to fall for one.
Elena Heart is a liar, a spy, assassin and the last ghost of a murdered noble house. To break the curse of monsters plaguing her land, she accepts a deadly mission: infiltrate the court of King Xavier Drakes, the tyrant who rules with iron and shadow, and seduce him into ruin.
But the king is not the beast she imagined.
Xavier has spent a decade chained to a monster inside his own soul, forged by betrayal and a childhood spent in darkness. He sees Elena’s ruse from her first treacherous smile. Yet he doesn't kill her. He plays along. Because a woman brave enough to lie to a tyrant might be brave enough to help him burn the real conspiracy down.
As lies entangle into truth and hatred twists into obsession, Elena discovers the greatest danger isn't the monsters at the border, it's the man who knows her every secret and surrenders anyway.
In a game of power and poison, the last move is always love. Or murder.
They’re not sure which yet.

At the dinner party, Alexander had his arm around my waist, chatting and laughing with clients in German.
I was about to tell him the happy news that I was pregnant.
He was tender and affectionate in front of me, kissing my cheek from time to time.
But they didn't know my German was fluent enough to understand every dirty detail.
Like right now, I heard him bragging to the client about how wild things got last night with his stepsister Lillian.

Swapped at birth and stripped of her rightful place, Mia Jones thought her life couldn't get any worse after her scheming sister, Eleanor, stole her family and her fiancé. But a malicious plot leads Mia into the wrong room.

Drugged and thrown into the wrong man’s bed. Mia Jones realized her hands were tied to the bed frame. A towering silhouette radiating a dangerous aura stood at the foot of the bed. Before she could process what was happening, she was claimed by a violent kiss from that man… unaware that the man she left behind was the ruthless heir of the Greco Empire and powerful billionaire. A man powerful enough to ruin cities with a single word. A man who never lets women near him, Dylan Greco.
When Dylan wakes, the mysterious woman is gone.
“Have you uncovered the identity of the woman last night?”
“Boss, we couldn’t find anything. That woman… must have broken in by accident.”
But he remembers her. And he wants answers.

Escaping into the night, Mia Jones tries to bury the traumatic memory, unaware that the CEO is tearing the city apart to find the mysterious woman with the crescent-shaped scar on her back.
Fate brings them together again when Mia unknowingly takes a job as the therapist for Dylan's autistic son, "Little Shrimp"—a child who instantly connects with her and calls her "Mummy". As Dylan unravels the truth about that dark night, he vows to protect Mia and help her reclaim everything that was stolen from her. But with a manipulative sister, a treacherous family, and deadly enemies lurking in the shadows, will their unexpected bond survive? It's a gripping tale of sweet revenge, hidden secrets, and a romance that could bring an empire to its knees.

Cassandra Cole was twenty and desperate.

No job. No home. No money. No family support.

One night, after being stranded, she ended up sharing a bed with a stranger in a hotel she stumbled into. The man was intoxicating sharp jaw, midnight eyes, authority dripping from him. She thought it would never happen again, so she let herself get lost for one night.

But when she woke the next morning and saw 20 dollars left on the bedside table, she shattered.

She believed he paid her.

She believed she meant nothing.

She took the money angry, humiliated, broken and walked out.

She didn’t know she was pregnant.

And she didn’t know the man was Eric Kingston, the heir to Kingston Enterprises, who thought she disappeared before he could even ask her name. The 20 dollars was a mistake: he meant to leave it for room service. But when he returned, she was gone, leaving only confusion and a scent he couldn’t forget.

Cassandra left the city for a countryside town, raised her son alone, and built herself up from nothing. Four years later, needing bigger opportunities, she moved back to the city and landed a job at the biggest corporation in the country.

Kingston Enterprises.

She didn’t know the man she was about to work for was the same stranger from that night.

And he didn’t remember her he only remembered flashes, the softness of her voice, the way she whispered her name, the heat, the innocence. But her face… he forgot after years of burying the memory.

Cassandra lied and pretended they’d never met.