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Dante Ashford is my stepbrother, and the one person I should never have fallen in love with.

When I was ten, my parents died saving his family. The Ashfords took me in. He was good to me back then. Somewhere along the way, I fell for him.

When I was eighteen, he nearly died in an ambush. I donated blood, then a kidney to save him. I was unconscious for three days. When I woke up, Vivian Ross sat by his bed—and he believed she was his savior.

After that, he pushed me away. Vivian became his fiancée.

In my past life, Vivian's crimes brought disaster to our family. Dante got on his knees and begged me to take her punishment. I refused. She died anyway. Then he pretended to love me, planned our wedding—and on that day, his assistant announced to everyone: "This wedding was a lesson to show Miss Elena Hayes what it feels like to be abandoned by the whole world."

I jumped from the church balcony.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at that moment—him on his knees, begging.

This time, I said yes.

Dante, from now on, we're done.

"You good-for-nothing should get out and save your food rations. I'll use your truckload of supplies for you!"

The man-eating scarlet spores swept through the town. My good brother locked the security door tightly and locked me in the corridor filled with blood mist.

He stared intently at me through the peephole, waiting to see the horrific sight of my internal organs being drained by the fungus.

But a second before I was devoured by the spores, I hid in my personal space and with a single thought drained the last drop of water and every grain of rice from the room.

Three days later, in this impregnable "vacuum tomb".

When he was so thirsty that he swallowed blood, and knelt on the ground desperately pounding on the door.

I kicked the door open, tied him up with nylon rope, and hung him upside down in the blood-red storm outside the window.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.

When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."

But whenever Brianna came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Parker saved my life, Claire. I owe his family everything."

And like a fool, I believed him eight times.

Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.

Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.

Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.

All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.

Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.

He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.

He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

The day I died in a foreign country, my boyfriend was in the spotlight with another woman.

He's the man I built from nothing. Five years ago, I saved a broke orphan fresh out of college from the gutter. He said he wanted to be famous, wanted to make it to the top of the hockey world. In exchange, he became my boyfriend for five years.

I gave him the best coaching staff money could buy. Bought an entire hockey franchise and made him the centerpiece. Called in every favor I had to make him MVP.

But while he enjoyed everything I gave him, he refused to make our relationship public. Said it would "hurt his brand." He could make headlines with reporters and models, but nobody could know I existed.

He even said on national TV: "Those owners who just throw money around are pretty boring. Hockey is about skill, not money."

So why did he lose his mind when he found out I was dead?

I overheard my husband tell his business partner, “I let Aria get pregnant for fun, not like I ever planned on letting them live, the babies make perfect specimens for Vivian’s research.”
The same day I discovered I was pregnant for the fifth time.
I used to believe he was my protector.
This time, I gathered proof of everything he’d done and made sure the truth destroyed him before I started my new life.

My daughter begged me, tears in her eyes, to take her to gymnastics camp—just the two of us.

I thought it was her way of proving she loved me.

I was wrong.

In that hotel room in Toronto, I overheard my husband's voice—with another woman.

“Don't worry, Sophia will find a way to stay a few more days. I promised her that blue limited-edition leotard.”

“Her body now… after giving birth, it's ruined.”

In that moment, my world collapsed.

I thought I'd only been betrayed by my husband.
But the daughter I raised with everything I had—she was his accomplice.

The child I nurtured with my own hands kept clearing the path: so that woman could sleep in my bed, wear the lingerie I could no longer fit into, sneer in front of the mirror at every single mark my body earned from bringing life into this world.

I once believed that giving up my career would be enough to hold my family together.

But they joined hands to tell me: my sacrifice was never honored. It was a joke.

When a woman who has given everything to her family finally wakes up—

Her revenge will make every single one of them remember exactly what they did.

My name is Nora Monroe. Thirty-two weeks pregnant, ready to pop anytime.
This morning, my husband Everett left town, leaving me and my cat, Piper, alone at home.
Deep into the night, a strange woman called. Her voice was gentle, apologetic—she said my cat Piper had somehow wandered downstairs. She was severely allergic to cat dander and couldn't bring her up to me. I grabbed my coat, ready to head down, when the baby suddenly gave me a vicious kick. The pain sent me collapsing back onto the sofa, unable to move.
The woman on the phone urged me over and over. I looked up, my eyes falling on the corner of the living room.
Piper was sitting right there, staring unblinkingly at me...

Jonathan’s way of loving was always paying in silence. After we broke up, he cleared my shopping cart, stocked up enough makeup remover to last me three years, trying his best to make up for it. But during those three years when I willingly waited for him to propose, he never said a word. Until one day, he found a small note I’d written in pencil three years ago in that wedding planning book: “It’s okay, I can wait.” He cried all night staring at that line, and the next day, he bought 17 copies of the same book. On the title page of each one, he wrote neatly: “Wait for me.” It turns out, the stupidest person takes three years just to learn to say “I love you.”

I once loved Ryan deeply and helped him become the Alpha, only to be rewarded with chains in a dungeon and the mocking laughter of him and his mistress.

Fate gave me a second chance—I woke up reborn on the morning of the mate selection ceremony. There he was, still ordering me around in front of everyone, expecting me to play the obedient servant.

Everyone tried to convince me that Ryan, the man who killed me, is the "right choice."

Yet I chose Connor—the man feared by the entire clan, the one who will bring ruin to the clan for the sake of his one true love.

This time, I refuse to be the stepping stone on Ryan's climb to power.

I'm going to make everyone see who truly holds the reins.

To help his life-saving benefactor, he personally pressed a pregnant me on the operating table to draw bone marrow.
I cried and begged him, "James, I'm pregnant. It's your child. Don't do this to me..."
But he had a look of disgust in his eyes. "Elizabeth, you'd lie about something like that just to get out of helping Mandy?"
Until there was a river of blood in the operating room and that unformed child turned into a pool of bloody water, he finally panicked.
Later, when he knew that the person who saved him in the fire ten years ago was actually me, he held my ashes and knelt outside the operating room for a full three days.

For the third time, Kael fled before the wedding—this time to deliver medicine to the neighbor girl he grew up with.
As compensation, the pack elders offered me two chests of rare ore and the deed to an island.
Someone, still hopeful, called Kael on speakerphone.
His careless voice echoed through the hall:
“Why bother with compensation? Ella loves me so much; she’ll come around as soon as I go back and sweet-talk her a little.”
“Sophia’s health is what matters now. Once she recovers, I’ll just hold another ceremony for Ella.”
The elders tried to explain, but the surrounding werewolves were all waiting to see the show—waiting to see how much humiliation I would swallow.
Just like the first two times.
But I’d had enough. And I’d lost all interest in Kael.
I kicked over the chest of ore and let my gaze fall on Kael’s uncle.
Then, I smiled.
“I heard the old Alpha left a will: whoever can claim me… becomes the next Alpha.”

My brother Miles blames me for our parents' deaths.
So he chose to adopt the deaf Vivian instead of keeping me.
Later, I met Sullivan.
He gave me a grand confession. He chose me, resolutely.
He also said I hired someone to assault Vivian—that I didn't deserve sympathy.
Five years after being cast out of my family, a dismembered female body was found inside a carnival mascot costume.
Miles, now a police officer, led the investigation. Sullivan, now a forensic pathologist, performed the autopsy.
They saw the bloodstained hearing aid and immediately called Vivian.
"I'm fine. I just saw the news—some big case. Should we tell Sis to be careful too? What if something happens to her?"
They refused, almost in unison.
"The moment she killed our parents, she stopped being my sister."
"She was jealous of you. She did too many terrible things. If she's dead, she had it coming."
My soul hovered in the air, watching them. I laughed until I cried.
But when they found out the victim was me—
Why did they both go mad?

“Why is Elara dying on my stream?”

Sienna Vale laughed in front of half a million viewers while my heroine glitched on-screen, wearing the ring I designed and speaking the line I wrote.

Caleb didn’t ask if I was okay. He shoved the emergency laptop toward me and said, “Fix it before the investors panic.”

So I opened the live build.

But instead of saving his launch, I patched one line into the game credits:

Created by Maya Reed.

"I reject you! I will never accept you as my Luna!" These were the cruel words Melissa heard from Kane, her fated mate and the powerful Alpha of the Ambersy Pack.
As the daughter of a shamed Alpha, Melissa has suffered a life of abuse and humiliation, treated worse than a slave. Kane's refusal shatters her, but one night of passion binds them in a way neither can forget. Betrayed by her family and pushed into a loveless marriage, Melissa's life falls into darkness.
When tragedy hits, she flees, determined to leave behind the pain and loss. With the help of a rogue friend, Melissa learns she is more than just a helpless omega. She is the last daughter of a wolf goddess with unthinkable strength.
Years later, a joint threat takes Melissa back to the Ambersy Pack, where she faces Kane once more. This time, she is no longer the weak girl he once rejected. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Melissa must decide if she can forget the past and trust Kane with her heart again.
In a world of betrayal, revenge, and forgiveness, will Melissa rise to claim her fate and find the love and happiness she deserves?

My husband, Alpha Casey and I were chosen mates, we were very much in love. Until Lori, his fated mate came into the picture...They made out in front of me, and he even wanted me to give up my position as the Luna. He said nothing would change between us, now everything changed.He left me behind when he was on the run, he took Lori with him instead. Just when I decided to give up on him and start my new life with another Alpha, he said he want me back."Please, do not resent me for making this horrible mistake. I would do anything to make it up to you once you got back. Don’t give up on me, don’t give up on us."My husband of 5 years, or the strongest Alpha of the whole continent?

"I said get out." My tone sliced through the room.
He stared like he didn't recognize me. Then, for the first time ever, Bron Tarquin–my murderer–backed away.
"You'll regret this."
"Close the door," I said softly, "before I show you what regret really feels like."
Zephyr Delphine dies in a car accident orchestrated by her stepbrother and his crime family, only to wake up five years in the past—the night before her arranged marriage to Avalon Cary, the ruthless billionaire CEO who's secretly the Alpha of North America's most powerful werewolf pack.In her first life, Zephyr was a meek, powerless human who Avalon rejected on their wedding night for his true mate. She spent years as his scorned contract wife before her step family killed her for her inheritance. But this time, Zephyr has a secret: the accident awakened her dormant bloodline. She's not just any wolf—she's a rare Lunar Phoenix, the only creature who can have multiple fated mates.
Avalon rejected her before, but now that she's stopped chasing him and is clearly hiding powerful secrets, he's obsessed with uncovering the truth about his "changed" wife while she's busy dismantling everyone who wronged her and potentially choosing a different mate entirely.

As I walked down the corridor, I heard a woman moaning and the familiar moans of a man, I stopped, shaking with nerves, pain, and anger.

They were lying in bed, completely naked and in an intimate embrace. I could feel my heart thumping out of my chest as I tried to process what I was seeing.

His face was red, and he was breathing heavily. He seemed to be trying to compose himself, but he couldn't quite manage it. He stammered as he tried to find the right words, but it was too late. I had already seen enough. But after a few seconds, he spoke, and I was shocked by what I heard from him.

"I know you've been fooling around with that man. I'm tired of your lies and betrayals. I can't trust you anymore, that's why!" he answered with a cold voice. "I'll put you in prison for this!"

I could feel my heart shatter at that moment. Is he gaslighting me?


Samantha Apollo, Luna of Bloody Moon pack, was betrayed and banished from her pack by her own mate, Alpha David.
Determined to take revenge and reclaim what is rightfully hers, Samantha embarks on a journey of revenge. However, her path to revenge becomes complicated when she discovers that the new mate who saved her is Alpha David's brother. Will she be able to take revenge and regain her rightful place in her pack? or will she be left betrayed and lost once more?

“They shattered my bond. Scarred my body. Stole my future. But they will never break my spirit.”
Once destined to be Luna, Irene now hides behind a mask—barren, disfigured, and betrayed by the man who was supposed to protect her. When her mate, the Alpha, brings home a child that bears his unmistakable eyes and dares to ask her to raise it, Irene finally sees the truth: the attack that ruined her life was never random. it was planned.
But Irene isn’t broken. She's awakening.
Leaving behind the lies of the Silvermoon pack, she returns to her forgotten roots, to a father who once ruled the mighty Moonshadow pack and to a destiny no one saw coming.
Just when she thought she had lost everything, a chance encounter with a mysterious, sinfully powerful Lycan King ignites a spark in her soul and in her long-silent wolf.
Scarred, yes. Barren, maybe. But Irene is no longer a pawn in anyone’s game.
This time, she’s rewriting the rules and claiming her throne.

"Don't touch me."
She tried to push his hand away from her torn shirt.
"You're bleeding. Stop being proud."
"I'm not proud. I'm just… tired of being handled."
He didn't argue. Just pressed his palm harder to the wound.
"You're not dying. Not on my watch."


Carmilla Westwood never imagined her life would be sold with a signature. Forced into a marriage with Evans Reeds—the darkly seductive and merciless heir to the most feared werewolf pack, she is thrown into a savage world where power reigns and weakness is hunted.
To the pack, she's an outsider. Unworthy. Breakable.
But Carmilla isn't as fragile as she looks.
As she battles the brutal hierarchy and Evans' infuriating dominance, a twisted attraction begins to burn between them—wild, wicked, and dangerously consuming.
Then she uncovers a chilling truth, the powerful family she now calls hers might be the ones who destroyed her past. She was forced to be his Luna... but she might just become his downfall.

"Maybe I'll come back later. I'm sorry," I said, tension strangling my voice.
"No, please. Stay!" He said in a calm tone.
I looked at him hysterically, and, like he had just recognised his own nudity, he smiled confidently.
"I'll just put on something if you're uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable?" I scoffed, trying to sound assuring.
"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I've seen a lot of naked boys."
He shot a glance at me, sending a thrill running down my chest.
"Boys?" He asked, closing the distance between us.
He grabbed my left hand and placed it on his hard breast, his heart beating steady, a stark contrast to mine, which raced like an antelope running from a predator in a jungle.
"Well… I've seen a lot of naked boys, but not a naked man…" I whispered softly, gazing and feeling lost in his starry eyes.


Reina Grayson, the wolf-less Alpha's daughter, harbours a dangerous secret: she possesses a silver wolf.
If her Pack discovers, she'll be killed.
When Alpha Van Killian, whom she was forced to marry, rejects her for her step-sister, Reina is poisoned and dies. Gifted a second chance by the Moon Goddess, she is reborn as Narah Smith.
On her eighteenth birthday, she uncovers her true identity, but she had lost her wolf. She returns to her hometown, now living among her enemies as a common maid.
As she navigates her past, she forms a bond with Alpha Van, who believes she's his second chance mate despite being married to her step-sister.
But with a vengeful heart and a determination to uncover the mysteries of her death, Narah must choose: embrace her fated mate or accept Alpha Zander's proposal? Can she seek revenge on those who wronged her, or will she remain forever in the shadows?

"YOUR USELESS!" He shouts.

"3 years! And you can't even… ahh forget it… just leave." He says.

"No! I won't! You are my mate!" I say, stamping my feet.

"I can't have an incompetent Luna anymore, I have an heir on the way. NOW LEAVE," He growls.

Cora had always dreamed of finding her fated mate, and when she finally met Drake, she thought she had it all. But after three years of trying to conceive and failing, Drake lost his patience and deemed Cora an incompetent Luna. His betrayal cut deep, especially when Cora caught him sleeping with her closest friend.

Heartbroken and rejected, Cora is forced to leave the pack behind, unsure of where to turn next.

But fate has given her another chance, and as she begins to rebuild her life, she meets someone who ignites a new kind of passion within her.

With the turmoils that still keep coming at her, will Cora be able to make the right choices to get her happy ending? Or will she be shattered into a thousand pieces once again?

My back arched, giving him more access to my skin. My core throbbed. And my breath escaped through me in harsh raggedness.

“Trey,” I managed to say, hoarse, trembling. “Trey…”

“Speak…” he ordered, his voice muffled against my neck. His hands slipped into my jacket, finding my hardened nipple beneath the soft woolen shirt I wore. No bra. “Speak.”

He squeezed, sucking more aggressively at my neck now. “Speak, Feyre!”

“We shouldn’t.”

Trey stiffened at my words, his lips stilling against my skin. His breath was warm, ragged, uneven—like he was barely holding himself together. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled away, his lips dragging against my skin until they were gone entirely. The absence was immediate. Cold. Aches bloomed where he had been only moments before.

His hands moved to the blindfold, and in one swift, deliberate motion, he yanked it off. The sudden light made me blink rapidly, disoriented. His face was close, impossibly close, his dark, smoldering eyes locking onto mine. I barely had time to process the intensity in his gaze before his lips crashed against mine again—harder this time, more demanding.

He kissed me like he was trying to claim me, like he wanted to erase any hesitation I had left. My lungs burned as he stole my breath, leaving me gasping against him. When he finally broke away, our foreheads pressed together, I was left panting, my chest heaving against his.

A lost kingdom’s child. A rejected wolf. And a man who would burn the world for her.

This time, she wasn’t running. This time, she was ready to fight.

A rogue is captured when her adoptive parents invade the Night Shade’s pack’s territory. Now, Raelynn is not only a rogue, but also a slave of the cruel and cold hearted Alpha Erik Henderson.
Day by day, she will be more attracted to him: his looks, his scent and his pain will make her want to be his balm after such a rough life.
Will Raelynn, with her good temper and kind heart, be able to break into Erik’s walls? Will he accept her, despite her low rank, and take her as his Luna? And what if she is not who she seems to be? Can they be together?

I'm alive.

When I jolted awake to see March 15th on my phone, I could barely believe it—I should have been dead since August 18th! Marcus, my Alpha husband, had murdered pregnant me with his own hands for his "childhood sweetheart" Freya's fake death.

Reborn to the night it all began, I heard the familiar pleading downstairs: "Please, Alpha Marcus! My daughter is dying!"

This time, when Marcus fed me that lie about "special wolf poison" to trick me into breaking our mate bond, I smiled and agreed.

"Stay with me!" Alpha Lennox cried out. "Please don't leave me! I need you!"
His words send a spike to the heart, making me fight against the darkness. I focused on his voice, feeling the warmth of his presence wrap around me like a comforting blanket. Using all the remaining strength, I battled the shadows that threatened to overwhelm me, determined to respond to his call. I forced my eyelids open for just a moment.
Warm, deep blue eyes stared down at me. They were full of unshed tears.
"Get some help!" he yelled. "Find a doctor! Make it quick! I can't lose her again!"
I could read the sadness in his blue eyes. The urgency in his voice pierced through the haze of my fatigue, igniting a flicker of resolve within me. I fought against the encroaching darkness with all the strength I could muster, desperate to reassure him that I was still here, still fighting. He knew there was no way I would survive the fall.


Amaia's stepmother murdered her to gain control of the pack. Fortunately, the goddess showed compassion towards her and granted her a second chance.
Now reborn three years into the past, Amaia seeks her fated mate and swears to take revenge on all who had betrayed her.
Will she find him?
Will he help her, or will there be unknown forces that will keep them apart?

Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees.
His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body.


I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive.
When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events.
And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack?
Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village.
But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse.

Nalani Barak, a spirited and courageous young she-wolf belongs to a pack struggling to survive against the encroaching darkness threatening their existence.
Desperate to save her beloved pack from certain destruction, she makes a life-altering decision: to enter a contract marriage with the formidable Alpha of the Black Land Pack.
Little does she know that her mysterious fiancé, Alpha Terran Cullen, carries a secret that will turn her world upside down.As Nalani arrives at Black Land Pack that will become her new home, she is shocked to discover that her fiancé has a fraternal twin brother, Heath. And as fate would have it, Heath is none other than her unforgettable ex-lover whom she still harbours sinful desires for.
Emotion’s clash, and buried feelings resurface, as Nalani finds herself torn between her duty to her pack and the undeniable connection she still shares with Heath.As she navigates through the treacherous path of her forbidden desires, Nalani must choose between honour and the flames of a love that never truly extinguished.
Will Nalani chose her fiancé over her ex? Will she find a way to save her pack while rekindling the flame with her unforgettable ex-lover? Or will she succumb to her sinful desires?

Blurb:
“I reject you! I will never accept you as my Luna!”
These were the cruel words Melissa heard from Kane, her fated mate and the powerful Alpha of the Ambersy Pack. As the daughter of a shamed Alpha, Melissa has suffered a life of abuse and humiliation, treated worse than a slave. Kane’s refusal shatters her, but one night of passion binds them in a way neither can forget.

Betrayed by her family and pushed into a loveless marriage, Melissa’s life falls into darkness. When tragedy hits, she flees, determined to leave behind the pain and loss. With the help of a rogue friend, Melissa learns she is more than just a helpless omega. She is the last daughter of a wolf goddess with unthinkable strength.

Years later, a joint threat takes Melissa back to the Ambersy Pack, where she faces Kane once more. This time, she is no longer the weak girl he once rejected. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Melissa must decide if she can forget the past and trust Kane with her heart again.

In a world of betrayal, revenge, and forgiveness, will Melissa rise to claim her fate and find the love and happiness she deserves?

When my mate dumps me in front of two entire packs, it can’t get worse—until I realized I was pregnant.
Seadon
Our engagement was meant to unite two werewolf packs.
Then one accusation turned me into public enemy number one.
I thought my mate would stand by me—instead, he ended our bond in front of everyone and left me to bear the blame alone.

With no other choice, I fled to the human world, raising the little one whose fuzzy ears pop out at the worst times. I thought I’d finally outrun the wolf-pack drama—until danger found me again.

And guess who shows up like a hero? The same alpha who walked away.
He swears he’ll clear my name and protect me, but there’s something he doesn’t know.
There’s a tiny pair of eyes watching him from behind the door—our son.
Alex

He undressed right in front of me, his whole body coming into view


“Am I to do all the work, beautiful?” he teased me.

“Brendon,” I panted.

Brendon grabbed my hands, placing them on his stomach and sliding them down, and I grew instantly wet between my legs.

Then he undressed right in front of me, his whole body coming into view, and his cock… Goddess! I had been taken that inside me. I must have. We were mates, and we had had sex, right? Why couldn’t I remember anything?


Celeste thought her life was perfect. Her pack was small, but she had the love of her life by her side, yet little by little her life starts to crumble. First, her alpha throws his attention on a new she-wolf, next her pack turns on her, and in the end, she looses her life. Yet never had she expected to be given a second chance, and who stands by her side? The last person she would ever ask for help: Her old childhood bully.

I once believed that love could transcend life and death.

Until the terminal stage of Moon Eclipse Disease, when my husband personally gave the life-saving opportunity to my younger sister—that orphan girl I had rescued.

He said the pack needed a gentle Luna like her.

My son clung to her, calling her 'Mom.' My parents crowned her with what should have been mine.

Fine, so you all want me dead?

Then I'll stake everything on one final gamble.

After I die, I want every single one of you to be tortured by the truth.

Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes!
“Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf,” his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. “You got this wet just from that?”
Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles.
Fuck!
His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin.
A violent tremor shot through my whole body.
A moan I couldn’t suppress slipped from between my lips. “Ah… Sebastian…”
I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came.
Yes, that’s it, you desperate little bitch.
I cursed myself in my mind.
He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard—almost punishingly—into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist.
My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad.
“This is beating so hard,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, “is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me.”
Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth.
Oh God…
His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch.
And his eyes never left me—fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey.
He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force.
That rhythm…
Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth.
“Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?”
He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts.
“Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?”
My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him.
A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat.
“Good… so good…”
My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason.
I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart.
He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came.
He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts.
He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention.
His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey.
Fuck!
My hips jerked upward without control.
My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole.
“I need you… to fill my pussy, Sebastian…”
——
I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack’s Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves’ world—until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car.
With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers—silently swearing revenge. But they didn’t stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me.
That night, I nearly lost my life.
Until Alpha Sebastian found me—cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn’t need a mate.
But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him.
I tried to resist his approach. I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate.
But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him—wanted more—yet I was done with promises.
Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all—and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me—

Top designer Emma Carter catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend.
In the fallout, she marries the legendary business tycoon Liam Hayes, a man rumoured to avoid women entirely.
As he loosens his tie and walks toward her, her pulse stutters.

Where is his vow of abstinence? *
All I see is a hungry beast that’s just been awakened. *

In a world where love is a dangerous game, Leila Castor finds herself charmed by the devil himself. Ben Maloney, with his alluring facade and sweet promises, hides an evil truth that threatens Leila's life. When he betrays her, leaving her to choke on her blood, Leila's thirst for revenge knows no bounds.

And luckily fate grants her a second chance, And discovers she has been taken back in time two months before her death! Will she rewrite the wrongs done to her or set out on a path of retribution against those who wronged her?

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

In the sixth year of my life as a Scale-Stripper, I finally gathered the hundredth vial of Dragon Breath Essence.

I knelt before the altar, cradling the crystal bottle in both hands. The golden light swirling within it cast a warm glow across my scarred knuckles. Six years — six years of wandering the most dangerous battlefields of the Five Clans and the plague-ridden wastelands, using dragon breath to heal the wounded. For every person I saved, I had peeled away a living scale from my own flesh, baring the raw, bleeding meat beneath.

Seven scales left on my back.

Only seven.

But as long as it saved my brother Lucien, it was worth it.

Six years ago, during the Dragon Slaughter War, our parents had been assassinated by humans. An ancient curse had struck Lucien; his scales were crumbling away, day by day. He told me that only a hundred vials of Dragon Breath Essence could break the curse.

I held the crystal bottle out to him, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "Lucien, a hundred vials. We finally have enough."

Lucien took the bottle and glanced at it.

Then he tossed it off the altar without a second thought.

I went rigid.

Lucien stood at the top of the altar.

"I was never cursed," he said.

My hands were still cupped in the shape of holding the bottle, all ten fingers suspended in midair.

"Our parents never died, either."

"The Dragon Slaughter War six years ago, I planned it. The only one left crippled, with broken wings, was you."

I swear, I hate my husband.

At my birthday party, my husband whispered to his mistress in French that he missed her. His voice was low, but I heard it all—the black lingerie, the bit about how pregnancy makes you more sensitive. His French clients around us were laughing. He turned and put his arm around me, claiming he was just helping his clients come up with sweet nothings.

He doesn't know I understand every single word. Just like he doesn't know that inside my body, I'm carrying his other surprise. And his mistress—she's pregnant too. Two wombs, one secret.

Confrontation would be too cheap. Tears are worthless. I quietly started cataloging the hidden networks my father left behind, activating the Swiss accounts.

In seven days, Zoey Smith will cease to exist. And what will my husband's reaction be?

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."

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement with an Alpha I'd never met face-to-face. Pushing open the jewelry store door, I found my fiancé Kane spoiling his childhood sweetheart Briar, who was trying to snatch my mother’s ring. "Security! Get this stray out of here!" Briar screamed, pointing at me. When I revealed my identity, Kane sneered coldly: "What bullshit pact? I would never marry a woman like you." Briar snatched the ring and threw water at my face: "Kneel down and beg me to give it back!" When I fought back, Kane exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!" Four warriors pinned me down as Briar laughed cruelly: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!" They stepped on my hand while Kane watched coldly, even urging her on: "Hurry up, let her learn her lesson." Just as she was about to chop off my finger with a knife, the door suddenly burst open—"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?"

Ethan and I grew up together. We were supposed to exchange rings at the altar, make our vows. But on our wedding day, he left me standing there to go save his so-called suicidal ex. Almost killed my parents from the shame.

Four years later, I'm back in Portland with my husband. The city isn't that big, and of course fate decides to throw him in my path again.

He has the nerve to ask me to be his mistress.

I hold up my left hand, the ring catching the light. "Are you blind?"

I was dying. To buy myself just a few more days, I had no choice but to sell my body for medicine money.
I never expected the man who bought me was Michael. My ex-husband.
He threw the cash in my face, humiliated me, forced me through every degradation he could think of.
All because he hated me for leaving when he was critically ill.
What he never knew was that, the heart beating in his chest…
Was mine.

I severed our Mate Bond with my own hands.

In that moment, I lay unconscious, bleeding under the silvery moonlight, while he knelt some distance away, clutching his chest as if he had been hollowed out.

Once, he shielded me from nine silver stakes, only to crown another woman; he placed my protective pendant around her neck, then cast me into a water prison. He professed, “I love only you,” yet stood outside my hospital room, nursing her child as if it were his own.

I loathed him, resolved to leave.

I believed this was the end.

Little did I know, as I thought I had finally gained my freedom, he would chase after the debts of blood and regret, intruding upon the new life I was rebuilding—

To redeem a love that no longer sought redemption.

In my past life, we were camping in the wilderness area of a state park when my best friend handed out "lucky charms" to the whole group. Charms she'd secretly packed full of wildlife attractant.

A wild boar knocked me to the ground outside the cabin door. Its tusks tore into my stomach. I pounded on the wood with both fists, screaming. "Help! Open the door!"

Inside were my boyfriend of two years and the best friend I'd been quietly supporting for just as long. Autumn Warren.

"I'm so sorry, Brynn." Autumn's voice broke into sobs, but her weight stayed pressed hard against the door. "There are boars everywhere. We open that door, we're all dead."

"Just hold on! I'm calling 911!" Wyatt Fletcher's voice rang out with the kind of conviction that cost him absolutely nothing.

I paid for that trip. I'd fallen behind because I'd stopped to pull Autumn along.

And they stood on the other side of that door, my blood soaking into the dirt, and locked me out.

I open my eyes. I'm back. It's the day we left.

My mother was dying, and I—the fallen heiress of the Sterling family—had no choice but to ask my husband for the $200,000 stipulated in our prenuptial agreement, less than a week after our wedding.

He transferred the money without a word.

But that night, the way he looked at me changed.

"So the Sterling family is drowning in fraud scandals. I guess greed really does run in the blood."

From that day on, Theodore never looked me in the eye again.

He started openly parading other women at social events, letting everyone mock me as a gold-digger who only married him for money.

Today is my birthday. I'm sitting in the emergency room with unbearable stomach pain.

Meanwhile, Theodore is throwing a party for his new girlfriend.

Clutching the $185 emergency room bill, I call him.

"Theodore, let's get a divorce."

"Here we go again. How much are you trying to extort from me this time?"

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

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!

Luciana Edith is the only daughter of The Crescent Moon Pack. Her life is filled with dreams of meeting and living happily with her mate. But on Luciana's 18th birthday, her pack was attacked and destroyed. Her entire family and pack members were killed in a cruel way. Luciana, who was hiding in the pack's basement, was finally caught. At that time, Luciana learned that the one who attacked her pack was her mate, Harrison Hux, Alpha of The Silver Moon Pack. The mate she had been waiting for. Harrison cruelly rejected Luciana as his mate and burned half her face. Luciana, who managed to escape into the forest, was stabbed with a sword by Harrison's guards, leaving her dying on the edge of a cliff. Luciana prayed to the Moon Goddess for a second chance at life on the edge of death. Until Luciana woke up on the bed of The Lycan King, Elijah Gray. The Moon Goddess hears her prayer, and gives Luciana a second chance at revenge. But, every second chance comes with a price, right?


"If you want revenge, then do it in a beautiful way." He said as he slowly walked closer to me.
"But how?" I looked at him in confusion.
"I'll help you, if you want." A small smile that I couldn't understand began to appear on his lips now.
"And with what will I be able to pay for all that help?" I asked and also hoped anxiously. He did not answer my question immediately, and instead brought his body closer to mine. Elijah, the Lycan King, began to wrap his right arm around my waist, and pulled my body closer to his hard, muscular body.
"Be mine."