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Renee thought marriage meant forever. But to Clark, she was nothing more than a burden… a mistake he planned to erase. The night of the fire, he made his choice: to leave her behind, to let the flames consume her, and to start over without the wife he once vowed to love for a mistress he once introduced as “Just a Friend”.
But fate had other plans.
Pulled from the ashes by Andrew Kinsley… the man who’d always loved her in silence…Renee was given a second chance at life. Now stronger, sharper, and no longer blinded by love, she returns not as Clark’s wife, but as his nightmare.
With Andrew at her side, Renee is ready to dismantle everything Clark treasures… his career, his reputation, his family… piece by piece.
Because some betrayals don’t deserve forgiveness. They deserve fire.

"Do you really think I paid a million dollars for you to come here and mop the floor?"" My master, Alpha Devon said. He settled onto the couch, one hand resting on the cushion while the other playfully gestured for me to approach.


I am Aray, just 18, a possession of the most formidable alpha. "To me, you're nothing but a breeder, " his words sliced through me. I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was naïve to think that was the end of the story.

Dearest Gentle Readers, this is a book filled with tales of woe, of the sorrow and sadness and yearnings of a woman caught between the crossfire. Caught between the web of a horrible and evil villain. Read this book if you dare!

Hailey Parker, a naive young woman of twenty-one, gets more than she bargained for when she gets into a deal in an attempt to protect her fiancé.

Leaving the only place she had known all her life, she soon realizes that she had gotten way more than she'd bargained for and lots of buried secrets spill out in the open leaving her broken and defenseless.

With everything in her, she wishes to go back to the girl she was before, but if wishes were horses bitches could ride. Her horrible nightmare had just begun.

Will she rise above the rushing tides or will she let it sweep her under?

The main character get kidnapped by a rival pack and get saved by her two mates who are alphas of an allied pack with her father. they have a lot of struggles while getting to know each other including getting kidnapped a second time while pregnant The female shifter and her five mates will have many struggles including with their pups but they put their strength and loyalty to the test with many pack as they become the Alphas of Alphas and rule the entire Kingdoms and counsels.

Queen Toshiba used to be a stunning type woman, she was so in want of a child that she felt so ashamed of herself.
She met an historical lady who stated she will provide delivery to a child, however things didn't stroll out well.
She gave birth to a wolf and soon determined that the wolf was not just ordinary, however but An Alpha prince of magic wolves.
Mia who made queen Toshiba life a hell the daughter of Mima the 2d spouse to the king and additionally the husband to Toshiba.
What will appear when it was destiny for the Alpha and Mia to be bonded collectively as a mate, will Toshiba agree to this idea.

All Blair Manson wanted was a fresh start and the freedom to build a better future for herself and her struggling mother. Instead, her dream transfer to prestigious St. Louis Academy spirals into a nightmare when she crosses paths with Tristan Thompson — the untouchable hockey prince whose ego she publicly bruises on her very first day.

Now trapped by the academy’s most feared and revered bad boy, Blair must fight to reclaim her freedom. But Tristan has other plans. He needs her brilliant mind to help him win a high-stakes, dangerous bet tied to the legendary “1973 Vanguard” — the academy’s elite, cutthroat hockey team rumored to operate under secret rules that blur the line between sport and power games.

She’s hard to get. She hates him with every fiber of her being.
Yet the one person she tried desperately to avoid becomes the one who shatters her peace — and slowly begins to steal her heart.

He holds something precious over her head, something she cannot afford to lose. His condition? Thirty days living in his mansion as his personal live-in tutor.

In a world of power, betrayal, and forbidden desire, Blair will discover that the line between hate and obsession is thinner than she ever imagined — and that sometimes the bully who breaks you is the only one who can put you back together.

When Lucifer appeared in my bedroom wearing an impeccable suit, I dismissed it as a dream. But the Prince of Darkness had chosen his prey, and one fateful night changed everything. I tried to escape his obsession by fleeing to the altar with another man—until he crashed my wedding and claimed what he deemed rightfully his.

Now I'm bound to a possessive, dangerous being who sets my body aflame with a single touch. As his dark desires threaten to consume more than just my flesh, I realize I have only one choice: destroy the devil himself before he claims my soul forever.

To pay off my brother's gambling debts, I became Matthew's mistress.
Because he needed a wife as a shield, we got married.
After marriage I tried to play his wife until his first love came back.
I deliberately provoked her and took the opportunity to file for divorce.
After the divorce, I found out I was pregnant, and five years later I returned to the city with my daughter......

I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student.

Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny."

I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor.

They locked me in and left for Italy.

Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage."

Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife.

She's gone.

And I'm done loving them.

I was reborn on the eve of the arranged marriage, and the first thing Liana and I did was swap our marriage contracts.
In my past life, gentle Liana had married Kael, the cold and ruthless Alpha of the Wolf Clan.
But Kael always put the scheming daughter of his savior first, condemning my cousin to a lifetime of endless grievance and suffocating misery.
As for me, with my fiery temper, I’d been wed to a mediocre, weak Beta.
He spent every day complaining that I “wasn’t a woman at all”. Endless quarrels and the crushing burden of the family eventually led me to a tragic end—dying exhausted on the battlefield.
Now I opened my eyes again, staring at the fateful marriage contract on the nightstand. I clenched my fists and looked at my teary-eyed cousin.
“Tomorrow, you’ll marry that Beta. And as for that cold-blooded Alpha? I’ll take care of him.”

In my previous life, on the night of our wedding anniversary, my husband Bryan brought his pregnant mistress, Victoria, into our home. Driven to the edge, I slashed my wrists to force him to kick her out.
No one could have predicted her blood sugar would suddenly crash in the freezing storm outside. She collapsed into a flooded ditch and froze to death before anyone found her.
Everyone ruled it a tragic accident, but Bryan decided her blood was on my hands.
Months later, when I went into labor, he abused his position as my doctor to deliberately delay my care. He left me to writhe through dozens of hours of agonizing contractions and severe hemorrhaging until I bled out.
When, with hands slick with my own blood, I begged him to save our baby, he calmly peeled off his soiled surgical gloves. The look in his eyes was merciless.
"Heartbroken?" he sneered. "Good. Take the brat down to hell with you to keep Victoria company."
An icy, suffocating darkness swallowed me whole.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact night of our anniversary—the very moment Bryan, bringing the freezing rain in with him, protectively guided Victoria through my front door.

Louis and I missed each other for five years before we finally reconciled.

But after only three years together, he passed away from cancer.

When I opened my eyes again, I had traveled back to the year when he hated me most.

Louis was saying harsh words to me, decisively breaking up:

"Emily. I never want to see you again."

I grabbed his collar and kissed him, cutting off whatever he was about to say.

Louis: ???

I said: "Even if we break up, we can still be friends with benefits, can't we?"

On my first day back in the country after studying abroad, my mother sent me to my fiancé’s company. I was to work low-profile as a secretary, just to slowly cultivate our relationship.
The moment I stepped into the office, a domineering woman started ordering me around, demanding I fetch her coffee.
I endured it.
That was until she deliberately spilled the coffee all over me. Only then did I realize that this woman—running amok in my fiancé’s company and treated like a queen by everyone—was his mistress.

On our three-year anniversary, my boyfriend took me on an island vacation to see the ocean, only for a tragic accident to plunge us both into the watery depths.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our college graduation ceremony two years ago.

When he stood on stage and announced he wanted to thank the most important woman in his life, my eyes welled up.

I waited for him to propose, just like he had in our past life.

Instead, he slipped the diamond ring onto the finger of the wealthy heiress who had relentlessly chased him.

At that moment, it hit me—he had been reborn, too.

I thought he was just sick of the crushing poverty we had endured, desperate to take a shortcut by marrying into a tycoon's family.

Going our separate ways seemed like the best ending I could ask for.

That was, until I stumbled upon him in a hospital corridor, grabbing a doctor by the collar and roaring:

"I didn't turn back time at that island just to let Daphne die again!"

The day the promotion list went public, a photo popped up in the company's all-staff Slack channel.
In the photo, my profile nearly overlapped with a scantily dressed girl, the background a dimly lit Manhattan nightclub.
Immediately after, Brad added a caption:
[No wonder Harper landed Richard's M&A deal. Last night's 'overtime' must have been rough, huh?]
Less than ten seconds after he sent it, the message still hung there in the channel. No retraction.
The chat that had just been flooding with "congrats Harper" messages went dead silent.
In my past life, my head buzzed. I thought no one would take such a cheap joke seriously.
But within two days, the company's internal anonymous forum exploded with accusations, complete with photos and "proof."
They said I slept with clients to win the merger deal. That I secured my full-time offer by sleeping my way up. That my personal life was a mess, that I was trash.
My mother collapsed from a heart attack when she heard. She never woke up.
Later, my promotion was revoked. HR suspended me for "damaging company reputation."
I was slut-shamed, radioactive across the entire finance industry — no firm on the Street would touch me.
Within a month, I spiraled from depression to sleepless nights, and finally jumped from the rooftop of my Brooklyn apartment.
Before I lost consciousness, my phone was still buzzing.
"Did they fire her yet? People like that don't belong on Wall Street."
When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the blinking Slack messages on my screen.

"Camille! Get over here!" my husband Arthur screamed, clutching his mistress tightly in his arms.
In my past life, he charged into the flames to save her—while I burned alive trying to save him.
The moment I died, he wasted no time using my life insurance money to throw her the wedding of the century, right at my family's winery.
This life?
"I'm going to get help," I said, and walked away.
Behind me, something massive came crashing down. His scream tore through the smoke.
I didn't look back.

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!

My teammates viewed me as a mobile food supply and planned to butcher me before they ran out of rations.
They thought that as long as I died, they would win this "survival game."
However, they would never know that what I brought back from the depths of the ruins wasn't fear, but the highest-level administrative privileges of the entire logistics system. While they killed each other for a bag of expired biscuits, I had already locked the exit to this hell. Sorry, but in this settling of accounts, you aren't even qualified to be treated as bargaining chips.

I was driving my dad's luxury car to pick up a friend when his secretary stopped me on the spot.
She mistook me for the lover who had sex with my dad in his office.
So she used car theft as an excuse to drag me into the basement, beat me up, and took nude photos of me.
When my dad found out, he asked me to apologize to her.
That's when I realized that in his eyes, his reputation mattered more than his own daughter.
If that's the case, he doesn't need to be the figurehead CEO anymore.

In my previous life, my assistant—whom I treated like a little sister—personally handed me a cup of poisoned honey lemon water that destroyed my career.

The man I loved with all my heart ran off with every penny I had.

I died like a stray dog on the streets, with no one to claim my body.

Meanwhile, those two backstabbers took my money, sang my songs, and basked in the spotlight while thousands of fans cheered them on.

I died with so much resentment in my heart.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that exact moment—when my assistant was handing me that poisoned honey lemon water.

This time, I was determined to make them pay the price!

I was reborn, back to the moment before I was dragged to death by motorcycles in the wasteland.

In my previous life, I listened to the moral blackmail of the saintly female lead Daisy and used my abilities to desperately save a motorcycle gang surrounded by zombies.

As a result, I was severely injured from ability overexertion, and these ungrateful wolves used me as a tool to establish dominance, dragging me to death with motorcycles across the wasteland.

Before I died, Daisy was still there crying: "We tried our best, this isn't our fault."

Now that I have a second chance, she stands before me again shouting:

"Cole! What are you standing there for? Go save them! Those people are going to die! You have abilities, you must save them!"

Looking at her hypocritical saintly face, rage burned in my chest.

Why should my abilities save ungrateful wolves? Why should my life be a stepping stone for others?

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

After one painful and humiliating night, Mia was left wondering if Master Reed was just a figure that she dreamed up when she secretly discovered the world of BDSM. Until she collided with him in the conference room at her office building and found out just how real he actually was and he's made it very clear that he is going to be her Master.

Reed bought "Bean Me" with the intention of claiming Mia as his submissive. A dream he'd had ever since the night he had picked her up off the sidewalk at his club "The Dungeon" three years earlier.

Before that dream can come true, it is threatened when his manipulating ex-wife comes back into the picture with every intention of staying there. She brings a few nasty surprises as well that will leave Mia and Reed reeling and wondering if there is anyway their fragile budding relationship.
18+ Adults only
Explicit Scenes, BDSM

Bound To Me Series Contains Four books, You Are Mine, You Are Ours, Because I Want To, and They Are Mine.

“I, alpha Ri Dylan, reject you as my mate, Mona Ryan. I have affairs with many women, Mona. Stronger women who are very different from you, I am not a one-mate kind of guy, and believe me when I say this; this rejection will favor you more than it will me because I am not the wolf you would want to be mated with.”

On her 18th birthday, Omega Mona felt the mate pull and was encouraged by her parents to go and meet her mate for the first time. Upon meeting him in the forest, he was devastated to hear that her mate was alpha Ri Dylan of the Lycan pack, the alpha that most wolves feared and hated. She then ran away and didn't say a word to him because of her surprise and disappointment.

“He's no good to reckon with, he's dangerous, he's not trustworthy, and he's the last person in this world you should have any business with.”
Mona has been warned severally about Ri Dylan. What will she do when finding that the goddess has arranged this big, bad, and dreaded alpha who rejected her to be her fated mate?

Book1 (Chapter 1~188, completed):
“Please...come back to me, be my Luna again, Charlotte,” Hayden said.
I sneered. “You don't even qualify to be my Omega. What makes you think I would want to be your Luna?”
“Then let me be your slave,” the shameless mate who had rejected me begged.

I had been claimed and married to my mate, Hayden for three years, but everything changed when his brother died. He began to ignore me and get closer to his brother’s widow, Sofia.
Everyone could see how much he favored Sofia over his own mate, me.
I turned a blind eye and endured it all because he was my destined mate and I loved him so much.
But Sofia framed me for causing her miscarriage and everyone blamed me for it, not to mention my mate.
My mate forced me to kneel and apologize to that bitch who had tried many times to drive wedges between me and my mate, with the help of his sister, Milla.
Hayden didn't even want to listen to my explanations. He gave me a choice - apologize or divorce.
I would never apologize for something I didn't do and thus I chose divorce.
No one knew I was actually the next-Alpha-in-line of one of the most powerful packs. After the divorce, I went back to my pack and take over my birthright - becoming a powerful Alpha and showing Hayden that he was nothing to me and my life was better off without him!


Book2( From chapter 189~287, completed):
As the Alpha princess, I enjoy all the glory and wealth, but my heart only yearns for freedom and love.
Much to my luck, I found my fated mate, Alpha Shawn Evander when I was nineteen.
He is one the most eligible bachelors currently, but my parents, especially Dad is so against our mateship, he keeps urging me to break up with Shawn.
Why should I break up with my fated mate? I love him too much and decided to make a bold choice - to marry him during my twentieth birthday party secretly.
So, it should be a happy day, right?
Nope.
Imagine my shock when I saw my bestie and Shawn together, betraying me during what was supposed to be our wedding day!
In the end, I didn’t get married to him and went to a bar to drown my sorrow when I stumbled across an Alpha who needed a mate to break his curse, and we decided to have a contract marriage between us.
But when I went home and sobered up, I realized who that Alpha was - Alpha Maximillian Vestvertine, also known as the most ruthless and arrogant Alpha of all.
However, I never ezxpect that this coldest Alpha would be so eagar to have me....

All my life, I've been the backup daughter. My sister Beatrice got everything—love, attention, the golden child treatment.I got leftovers and reminders I wasn't good enough.
Until I discovered Niall,gorgeous Alpha from the neighboring pack,was my fated mate. Finally, my turn to be chosen.
God, I was naive.
Four years of engagement hell.Bleaching my hair to suit his tastes. Squeezing into tight dresses, playing his personal maid—only to hear I'd make a better servant than mate.
All because his heart belonged to my sister.
That night,I accidentally knocked over their picture frame. He slapped me. Hard. Said I'd never measure up to her.
So I slapped him back, tore up their photo, and accepted rejection.
I thought it was over. Until I caught them at the club, laughing about how pathetic my four years of trying had been. The whole engagement was their sick game.
Drunk and furious, I did something reckless with my mysterious neighbor. Alpha Hudson —face carved by gods, danger in every perfectly tailored line.
Most importantly, he's my ex's nemesis.
So? Best sex of my life.
I thought it was a one-night stand to forget.
Wrong Again.
He's richer than Niall, more powerful than my family, and infinitely more dangerous.
And he's not letting me go.
This time, I won't be anybody's second choice.

Age Gap Romance/Arranged Marriage/Strong Heroine/Found Family/Revenge/Slow Burn Romance
Nineteen-year-old Clarice Sullivan was forced by her scumbag father to marry Theodore Grant, a man of thirty-one. On their wedding night, Theodore, transformed into a ravenous wolf, left her utterly exhausted. "I thought you said you couldn't?" she muttered, rubbing her aching lower back. "Aren't men in their thirties supposed to know some restraint?" Theodore, irritated, pinned her down again. "Round two!" he growled.
After marriage, Theodore switched into full protective-and-doting-husband mode.
"Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!"
"Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family.
"Darling, she drugged me—tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair.
With Theodore's unwavering devotion backing her, Clarice repaid every slight and cruelty a thousandfold. When others criticized her for being spoiled, Theodore scoffed, "I'm the one who spoiled her—got a problem with that?"

After my boyfriend got out of prison, I went to see him—only to find a half-dressed A-list actress walking out of his room...

“You have to reject her.” Amelia heard her twin say to her boyfriend.As the ignored daughter of the Alpha, Amelia has been bullied by her twin since little. She knew it was all because she wasn’t as talented and didn’t shift like her twin did. Still, getting rejected by the only love of her life was too much to bear.Amelia accepted her father’s order and set out for college in a neighbouring pack, not knowing a group of wolves were sent to get rid of her for good.At the critical moment, her only way out was get into the pack of the most feared Alpha, the King that ruled the darkness, the one who had killed his own father to take the throne.

"This woman," Lucien said slowly, deliberately, "will not be killed."
"I will not dispose of her," He continued, as if he were commenting on the weather. "She is not prey. She is not a tribute. She is... mine."
Anana's heart slammed against her ribs. Mine? She opened her mouth to protest, to question what he meant, to remind him she hadn't agreed to anything but his voice was already rolling over the room like thunder. "If any of you question that," Lucien said, "you're welcome to challenge me." No one moved. No one even breathed. Because to challenge Lucien... was to die.
When Anana discovered her mate's betrayal and his cowardice to protect their people, she realized love could no longer save her. Each night his bond with another woman carved new scars into her flesh, leaving her broken, abandoned, and dying.
Then came Lucien Kael—the Alpha God of War. Ruthless. Feared. Bound by an oath made by her pack's former Alpha, he came to claim a she-wolf as tribute.
Faced with the choice between sacrificing an innocent girl or herself, Anana stepped forward.
"It's better to die saving my pack than to bleed for my husband's weakness."
But what awaited her in the Crimson Blood Pack was not chains, but a cage of fire and shadow—and the cold, unyielding Alpha who saw through her pain.
Now, in the God of War's den, Anana must decide: remain the broken Luna she once was... or rise into the woman fate has been pushing her to become.

Five years ago, James publicly called off their engagement and personally sent Nora to prison.
On the day of her release, James dragged her to the hospital: "Evelyn was in a car accident and needs a kidney transplant. Give her your kidney."
She had congenital heart disease - donating a kidney would be a death sentence. When she refused, James used every means to force her.
On the day she entered the operating room, her heart stopped and resuscitation failed. It was said that James, who had desperately wanted her dead, cried at her grave for three days and nights.
Later, James saw Nora again at the Smith family home.
She was already married to his older brother Michael, holding a five-year-old child, having become Michael's beloved and pampered little wife.
James: "Nora, I know I was wrong."
Michael: "Get lost. This is your sister-in-law."

"I made you cum three times in one night. How did you repay me? You dumped our newborn on my doorstep and fled for four years. Now that I've found you, Diana, there is no escaping me."
DIANA
My wedding happened only hours ago. That was before I caught my husband in bed with his boss, desperate to raise money for our honeymoon.
I was humiliated. Furious. Broke. So I drank. Then I got kidnapped.
I woke up in Las Vegas, in a stranger's house. Cairo Arsher's mansion.
He is rich. Powerful. Too handsome for my sanity. And dangerously tempting.
Before I can call the cops, he takes my hand and kisses it softly, like I belong to him. Then he says the impossible. Four years ago, I was the woman he loved. Four years ago, I left him a newborn and disappeared.
Now he has found me, and he swears he will never let me go again.
But the truth is simple. I have never really met this man before.

He grabbed me by the waist, riding me to the nearest wall. His hand guided my unsteady legs. Then he pressed his lips on mine with urgency. It might have been the alcohol, but strangely, I wanted every bit of his kisses, as I wanted his monster length inside mine. My sex tingled in excitement at the thought.
His kisses were ferocious and without passion, and they drew moans after moans from me. His fingers found their way into my panties, and I felt them slipping into the moistness of my sex. They went in and out in a fast rhythm. He started with two fingers, then made it three, pushing them in and out of me with a hungry pace.


Rachel Bernett's world shatters when her long-time boyfriend, Cole Biancardi, breaks her heart just as she's about to surprise him with a dream vacation to Miami. Determined to salvage her plans—and her pride—Rachel heads to Miami alone, seeking to heal. But her getaway takes a seductive twist when she catches the eye of two irresistible men—Logan and Draco Biancardi, Cole’s charismatic uncles. As passion ignites between Rachel and the two brothers, a fierce rivalry unfolds, each determined to make her theirs. Meanwhile, Cole slowly realizes the treasure he let slip away. Now, with her heart on the line, Rachel is set on making him regret his betrayal—but this time, she holds all the cards.

"Looking for trouble?" His gaze locked onto me, lazy yet sharp.

"Take me home," I breathed, pulse racing.

"Know the risks?" His thumb traced my wrist, sending shivers.

"I want it."

His mouth claimed mine, biting. Fingers shoved under fabric, groping. Rip – fabric gave way.

"Dripping already?" He growled, fingers circling my core. "Eager little thing."

"...Stop—"

"Stop?" He thrust two fingers deep. "Or stop there?"

I cried out. He freed himself, hot steel grinding against bare skin.

_

After three years of cold neglect in her marriage to Idris—who still pined for his ex, Raven—Vera reached her limit. A call from Raven during their first intimate moment was the final straw. Divorce was her only escape.

Seeking solace with a friend, a reckless night led her to Atlas Blackwell, the powerful CEO now leading her company. To silence his family’s demands and forge a new path, they entered a one-year contract marriage.

Now, with the contract expiring, Vera stands at a crossroads. Idris begs for forgiveness, promising change. Yet Atlas, her husband in name only, has proven himself her true anchor.

Two men. One heart. Which future will she choose?

Mistaken for a runaway bride, Mildred's ordinary life is shattered when she's forced to marry the Alpha King. Trapped in a castle of secrets, she's a pawn in a deadly game she doesn't understand. When danger strikes, Mildred must face her greatest fear to save the kingdom and the heart of a king who never wanted to love her. Will their bond be their undoing, or will it be the key to their survival?

After years of desperate IVF attempts, I overheard my husband boast that the baby was his and his ex's.
The child in my womb wasn't mine!
But when I pressed a gun to the complicit doctor's head, he trembled and spilled an even bigger bombshell—the mix-up wasn't my egg, it was the sperm... and the donor was Damien Costello, the most powerful Mafia Don in the city.
I was carrying Costello's baby!

I’m the lowest of the low in the wolf pack—just some nobody Omega, born to get stepped on. 

At school, Penny and her crew called me "Pig," yanked my hair, slapped me around, made me kneel and do her homework like some servant. 

Then that full moon ceremony hit, and life played me dirty—turns out my so-called "fated mate" is Richard, the baddest Alpha in the whole damn school! 

But this dude? Daytime, he’s all, "Don’t touch her," flexing in front of everybody. Then night comes, and he’s choking me against the wall like, "You really think a bottom-tier Omega like you deserves me?"

And just when I thought it couldn’t get more twisted? Here comes Ross—another Alpha, the same jerk who used to clown me for his ex. But now? Dude jumps in when Penny’s wailing on me in the rain, then grabs my face all possessive like, "You’re mine now."

My body’s playing me. Richard’s kisses got me weak, Ross’s touch got me shaking—and the sickest part? They’re brothers! Same daddy, different moms. 

When Richard finds out Ross marked me? He pins me to the wall, eyes wild: "Who said you could touch what’s mine?!"

Then Ross, in front of the whole school, rips my collar open to show off his bite mark: "She’s got my blood in her veins now!"

But none of that mess even compares to what my dying mom left me—scrawled in her own blood: "Serena… watch your back…"

A wedding forged in vengeance, where love is the only risk they never planned for.
"Let's get married," Mia says, her voice trembling despite the fire in her eyes as she meets Stefan's guarded gaze. She needs this—needs him—even if he looks at her like she's just another complication.
Stefan arches a brow, unimpressed. "And why would I do that?"
"We both know what it's like to be betrayed by the men who raised us," she replies, refusing to back down. "They stole our birthrights and handed them to someone else. The only difference is… you're the illegitimate one. I'm not."
He studies her—this heiress in designer armor, hiding rage beneath polish. "So your grand plan is a wedding band as revenge?"
"No," she says, stepping closer, close enough for him to smell the jasmine and gunpowder. "It's the only weapon they won't see coming."
Their fathers built empires by manipulation and control. Now, their children are making a vow—to burn it all down.
Two shattered heirs. One dangerous alliance. A marriage built on vengeance.
Mia Meyers was born to inherit her father's empire—until he handed it to his bastard son instead. Stefan Sterling knows rejection too well, discarded by a father who only valued power. Now, these rivals-turned-co-conspirators hatch a plan: marry for revenge, crush their fathers' legacies, and take what should've always been theirs.
No love. No feelings. No divorce.
But as lines blur between strategy and obsession, the real question becomes: can two enemies survive a marriage built not on trust—but on spite?

She was sold to her greatest enemies…four ruthless Lycans who ruled with power, danger, and desire.
But fate had a cruel twist… they were her fated mates.

Mira was never meant to be theirs. Traded by her father as nothing more than a breeder, she vowed to destroy the monsters who took everything from her. Yet the moment their eyes met, the bond ignited—a connection that burned hotter than hatred itself.

They were cursed kings, trapped by a dark spell only her blood could break. The cruel irony? The curse demanded her death as the price for their freedom.

Torn between vengeance and the magnetic pull of their touch, Mira battles the very destiny that ties them together.
But secrets run deep in the Lycan world. Her father’s betrayal hides a truth darker than she could ever imagine…and the line between love and destruction blurs when the enemies she swore to kill become the only ones who can save her.

In a war of blood, magic, and forbidden desire, one question remains:
Will she destroy them… or will she become their obsession?

The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am.

The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulance pass by me, I see something in her hands-A red neck piece. She is clutching it tightly like it is her whole life. My red neck piece. Yes, this victim is my only sister, Jamie but I do not cry. I mean, I always want to cry but I can't. So my face is firm and peaceful, but I am screaming inside me. My legs are hitting the air and I'm ripping my hair inside of me, but outside? I am standing tall. Somehow, with all the swiftness as they pass by me, her hands shake and she loses hold of the red neck piece. As thick and shiny as my hair, our hair(hers blonde and mine black). It falls from her hands and drops at my feet just as soon as the second ambulance approaches me. I bend to pick up my red neckpiece-the one thing that binds my sister and I together but whoosh...it is air. I can see it on the cold tiled floor but when I try to pick it up, it is not there.

“You can’t marry him, Caitlyn. He’ll destroy you.”
“And what are you, Jaxon? My salvation? Or my biggest mistake?”

Caitlyn Vale, the priest's only daughter, is promised a perfect life—security, marriage, and a future without risk. It all very quickly spirals out of control, and behind the vows lies a world built on secrets, violence, and betrayal.

Drawn into a dangerous love she can’t resist, Caitlyn finds herself torn between the man who owns her and the outlaw who awakens her. With every choice, the walls close in, lies tighten, loyalties shatter, and desire burns hotter than fear.

When passion becomes rebellion and survival demands sacrifice, Caitlyn must decide: protect the life she was promised, or risk everything for the love that could save her.

In the moonlit mating gathering, Prince Lucien Kassel publicly rejects his fated mate Elara Ashwyn, declaring,
“I, Prince Lucien Kassel, take Seraphine Elvyr as my chosen mate,”
while Elara stands broken before the entire Wolf Kingdom.

Years later, after Elara has built a new life and secretly raised their daughter Mira, Lucien corners her:
“I never stopped loving you, Elara Ashwyn. I rejected you to save you from the white witches who wanted you dead.”

Elara’s furious reply cuts deep:
“You watched them brand me like livestock and call me a dark witch, Lucien Kassel. I wish I had never met you.”

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In a world where wolf shifters prize strength above all, powerless orphan Elara Ashwyn survives brutal pack abuse and public rejection by Crown Prince Lucien Kassel only to discover she carries forbidden dark witch blood and secretly bears his child, Mira. Forced apart for seven years, Elara rises as a fierce corporate lawyer while Lucien becomes king, haunted by his sacrificial choice to protect her. When their paths collide again, old wounds reopen amid royal conspiracies, white-witch covens, and a daughter with explosive powers.

This unique blend of rejected-mates angst, secret-baby redemption, and witch-shifter politics delivers raw emotion, steamy second-chance passion, and a heroine who claims her crown on her own terms.

Will Elara Ashwyn forgive the man who shattered her, or will their cursed bond destroy them both?

Nyx would risk anything to save her dying sister. Even steal from a dragon. Even trust a prince who promised her a crown in exchange for the impossible.

But the prince lied. The dragon she touched bound itself to her soul and now she is trapped in the vampire kingdom with a king who has waited centuries for her return. King Caelan remembers everything. The love she destroyed and the great war she started. The lives she burned to ash with the very dragon now living inside her.

She remembers nothing.

He wants her to suffer for crimes she cannot recall. She wants to survive long enough to save her sister. But the bond between them refuses to stay buried and the dragon has its own plans. When she turns twenty and her fae powers awaken, Nyx discovers the truth is far more twisted than centuries of hatred.

The prince who sent her was the one who destroyed her family. The king who hates her saved the only person she loves. And the past life she cannot remember might be the key to stopping another war.

This time she will not run. This time she will burn the world herself if that is what it takes.

“You are no longer Diane Morel. Your name is Lyra, and your only job is to obey.”

Betrayed by her own brother and her supposed best friend, Diane is stripped of her identity and sold into an elite Greek pleasure house. She was meant to be broken. Forgotten. A nameless commodity for the wealthy.

But they underestimated her fire.

Enter Jake Damon—a ruthless, reclusive billionaire who commands empires and terrifies enemies. When he buys her, Diane prepares for her ultimate destruction. Instead, Jake demands her silence, not her body. Behind the closed doors of his Manhattan penthouse, a dangerous game of control and defiance begins. The cold, untouchable billionaire finds himself undone by the one woman he cannot truly own.

Can Jake handle the storm brewing in his arms, or will Diane burn down both their worlds for the ultimate revenge?

My poverty is a line item in their budget. My body is a punchline in their halls. And the king of this icy empire? He's my boss's son.

Anya's full-ride scholarship to Kingswood Academy is her ticket out. But it comes with a price: the relentless cruelty of the elite, led by
Levi Thorne—hockey god, billionaire heir, and the architect of her daily hell.

Her only refuge is her paycheck, the one that keeps the lights on at home.

The brutal irony? She earns it by cleaning his family's mansion.

The bullying follows her there, a smirk in the marble halls.

She survives by counting the days until graduation, until one vicious prank by Levi's ex goes too far. Waking up in the hospital, Anya expects more taunts. Instead, she finds Levi—furious, guilt-ridden, and fiercely protective.

The boy who wrote the checks for her pain is now cashing them on his own conscience. His "sorry" isn't just a word; it's a revolution.

He's calling off his friends, guarding her path, and looking at her like she's the prize, not the punchline.

But in a world built on labels, can the "fat scholarship girl" ever believe the love of the "golden hockey puck"? Or will the final check she writes be on her own heart to save it from breaking?

“Tame Gaara Maxwell, and I will stop ruining your life.”
Caught in a scandalous moment with the notorious campus badboy in his kitchen. Esther is handed a challenge she can’t ignore. Gaara is wild, impulsive, and dangerously irresistible. Taming him might just go against everything she believes in.
But as desire blurs the line between strategy and temptation, Esther discovers that real love has a habit of striking when you least expect it… and it might change everything.

I got pregnant with our second child when my husband's ex-love returned.
I didn't take it as a threat until Christian took our firstborn Zeon to enjoy the romantic candlelight dinner with Celine. They were more like a happy family together while I was the third wheel in their lives.
This made me fear for the baby in my womb. I don't want to lose her either. So, I asked for a divorce and Christian didn't hold me back.
I thought, now all will be right, until, three years later, one stormy night, my ex-husband appeared at my door.


"Veronica, don't ever try to leave me again. You're MINE!"

My father sold me to the Dragon Academy for the price of one dead wolf, tossing me into a hall full of monsters who wanted to eat me alive. "She has no shift. She has no use. The dragons will take her," he said, leaving me in heavy iron chains that bit into my bone. The beautiful, cruel dragon students laughed. "Prey," one of them dropped the word at my feet. "Maybe it's lunch." I was property. A broken wolf girl meant to cancel out a debt. But then the hall went dead quiet. The Dragon King's son walked in. He didn't look at me like I was a price tag. He looked at me like a predator realizing the floor beneath it wasn't solid. His pale gold eyes snapped to mine, and the temperature in the room skyrocketed. "Who brought her here," his voice was low, dangerous. He crouched in front of me, his fingers closing tight around my forearm. He turned my wrist toward the light, exposing the faint silver tracery under my skin—the mark my father swore would get me killed. The breath went out of the prince. His hand tightened until it bruised. "That mark," he whispered so only I could hear, "belongs to the bloodline my family slaughtered."

Beth lost her job and runs from her cheating boyfriend into the woods. Rescued by kind locals, she decides to stay back and navigate their mysterious world.
Until she meets them;
Derrick, who has waited all his life for his mate but now faces a dilemma; share her with another or risk losing her forever.
Ralph, who is reeling from the loss of his pregnant bondmate and constant rogue threats isn't looking for love - especially not with a human.
With his mindlink broken and his tether over the packlink gone, he would have preferred an alpha female to spark it back. Definitely not Beth, who he sees as weak and spineless.
With secrets unraveling, sizzling romance tension, a wicked ex on her tail, pack danger lurking, and the need to fit in, will Beth find herself... or escape?
Can their bond survive the power of three? especially when Beth isn't as weak as they all think...