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Alpha Raven was more beautiful than the words of poetry and crueler than their thoughts. They heard he never forgives. He was cruel, ruthless and heartless. But what would happen when he found out that his mate was a slave whom he wanted to be killed as she was weak and wolf-less.
Will he endure this?
Will love win in the end or will rejection leave him all heartbroken leading him separate ways?
What will he has to endure to overcome it all?

"I, Alpha Amon, reject you as my mate."
​With those cold words, Alpha Amon shattered Seraph’s world. Accused of a crime she didn't commit and framed by the woman trying to steal her place, Seraph was given a choice: execution or banishment.
​Broken, humiliated, and secretly carrying the Alpha’s heir, Seraph chose to run. She disappeared into the raging Black River, leaving Amon to believe she was dead.
​Five years later, Seraph has built a quiet life in the human world under a false name, hiding her son, Leo, from the wolf world that rejected them. But fate is cruel. When Amon walks into the hotel where she works, the mate bond reignites instantly.
​He thinks she is a ghost. He thinks she is a traitor. But then he sees the little boy with his eyes and his temper standing behind her legs.
​Now, Amon doesn't just want answers. He wants his son. And he will burn the world down to get him.
​Can Seraph protect her child from the man who broke her heart? Or will the secret she kept be the very thing that destroys them both?

I'm Sophie White, an orphan who was arranged to marry Bay City's most powerful devil—the ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome Adam Foster.

"Adam, please..." I whimpered as his touch set my body aflame. From the bathroom to his massive bed, he claimed me relentlessly until dawn, leaving me breathless and burning with desire.

But beneath our passionate nights lurked a terrifying reality. My fairy tale marriage became a nightmare of obsession and control. He monitored my every move, threatened my unborn child, and kept me prisoner in his golden cage.

Everything changed the night he led me to his secret basement—a chamber of horrors where his own father had tortured him for five years. As I stared at the chains and shadows of his past, I finally glimpsed the broken soul behind those cold eyes.

Was this vulnerability real? Or was I falling deeper into the trap of Bay City's most dangerous predator?

Just when I thought I knew all his secrets, I discovered something that would shatter both our worlds forever...

"Please, no—stop!" I begged, but Alexander just snarled, pinning my wrists above my head as he rammed his throbbing cock into my slick, unwilling pussy, stretching me wide with brutal force. "Fuck, you're so tight, you dirty little whore—take every thick inch!"

I'm Nora Frost—wait, Nora Traynor—sold like a cheap commodity by my greedy parents for $100 million to Alexander Claflin, Kingsley City's savage billionaire beast. Post-wedding, he uncovered my secret pregnancy and detonated: labeling me a cum-slut, and snarling demands to slaughter the "bastard spawn" in my womb.

The bombshell? That baby was his—conceived in our filthy, passion-fueled one-night fuckfest. He melted, worshipping me with desperate love, vowing an eternal family... until a car crash erased only me from his memory—every trace of Nora, our child, our love—while he recalled everyone else. Cue his manipulative ex, Vivian Brooks, slinking in like a venomous snake.

And I caught them mid-fuck: "Oh fuck, Alexander, pound me harder—deeper!" she wailed, "Yes! Fill me up, baby—make me scream!" "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, his roaring climax spilling into her as they collapsed in tangled ecstasy.

Devastated, I fled. Five years later, I return with our son—a mini-Alexander, with piercing green eyes and dark hair. When he spots the boy, realization dawns: this isn't simple. As buried truths erupt and Alexander hunts me with obsessive fury, one scorching question ignites: Will our rekindled fire heal us... or destroy everything?

The most humiliating moment of my early life was when my father drove my mother and me out of our home. From a pampered heiress, I fell to the depths of a bar hostess. It was there that I encountered a man I would never forget for the rest of my life. After a one-night stand, I accepted his proposal—who could refuse someone they had admired for so long?

I thought I'd found redemption, but it turned out the pregnancy was a misdiagnosis! From then on, Raymond offered me nothing but money and sex. In this loveless marriage, I endured five years. Just when I thought my life would remain this way forever, he brought a little boy home.

Watching my stepsister's smug smile, my world crumbled. "Raymond, let's get a divorce!"

Three years ago, as Luna Gray, I secretly seduced Gabriel Ashford—heir to a powerhouse family—luring him into a scorching underground fling during our college days in Vale City. For three wild months, our passion burned hot and hidden, until I dumped him cold, leaving him reeling.

Now, I'm engaged to the Anderson family's polished gentleman—a strategic move that ignites Gabriel's explosive return from London. He's back in Vale City, transformed into a ruthless financial kingpin with the infamous "Big Cannon" nickname (earned from his handsome, towering build and the swirling rumors of his enormous dick—though only I know the truth: it's huge, and it wrecked me every time, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy I could barely endure).

Our secret past detonates, shocking Vale City's elite circles. Everyone braces for revenge from the ice-veined CEO, popcorn in hand. Instead, a viral video leaks: me straddling him in his top-tier ride on a foggy roadside, his dark eyes stormy as he grips my hips, slamming me against the steering wheel. We're grinding hard, my nails digging into his shoulders while he growls, "Feel how you own this cock, Luna? Beg for it." But in a heartbeat, he crumbles—eyes red, voice breaking: "Baby, I fucked up. Please, love me again?"

Everyone knew Kieran Blackwood was the most dangerous man in this city—mafia boss, hands stained with blood.

And I, Aurelia Fairmont, the rebellious heiress, was his dirty little secret.

Every night, he'd pin me beneath him, claiming me with that rough whisper against my ear: "You're mine. Always." That possessive hunger made me believe I meant something to him.

Until she came back.

When danger struck, he didn't hesitate for a second. He dove for her, shielding her body with his own.

I was just his plaything while he waited for her return. A toy that could moan.

When she stole my mother's heirloom, he didn't just refuse to help—he locked me in his basement and tortured me for seven days and nights. That's when I finally saw the truth.

The day I left, I didn't look back.

What I didn't know was that after I left, the man went insane...

"I love you, Caitlin," he murmurs against my neck, his breath coming in hot, ragged bursts as his hands explore my body, setting every nerve alight with raw, desperate need. But which one is it tonight—Daniel with his soft, lingering touches, Ryan's brutal grip that leaves bruises blooming on my hips, or Patrick's powerful thrusts that own me completely?

I'm Caitlin Morrison, a cutthroat lawyer juggling three men who thought they had the upper hand. At first, they treated me like a toy: Daniel, my old friend, turning our cozy mornings into no-strings convenience; Ryan, the wild rocker, owning my body in sweaty, primal nights of pure animal lust; and Patrick, my domineering boss, turning illicit office hookups into his private thrill, leaving me spent and craving more. They figured they could fuck me and forget the feelings, tossing them aside like yesterday's trash.

But I turned the tables, hooking them deep until they were the ones obsessed, realizing too late—they were my playthings, addicted and pleading for my mercy.

I stayed in this city for Dorian, pushed my way into his company, and saved every penny for three years just so we could build a home together.
But an anonymous flash drive shoved a video of him cheating in our bed right into my face. The next day, a promotion announcement handed the position I’d bled for to the very woman who seduced him.
With my dignity crushed to dust, I had only one person left to rely on—my gentle, almost obsessively devoted stepbrother, Ambrose.
He promised to make those scumbags tear each other apart. He promised Dorian would crawl back to my feet like a dog.
He offered me a "secret recipe" with immediate results.
I expected a deeply satisfying revenge. I never imagined what that so-called recipe actually was...

The remote vacation villa was saturated with suffocating male testosterone.
Deep in the night, my life-saving suppressants inexplicably vanished. The moment the drugs wore off, my unspeakable secret—my sex addiction—unleashed its most violent, lethal backlash in history.
What was even more fatal was that, through a twisted twist of fate, the man I was forced to share a room with tonight was my stepbrother, renowned for his absolute abstinence and cold, iron-fisted ruthlessness.
I thought that once my embarrassingly out-of-control, in-heat state was exposed, he would treat me like a monster and kick me away in disgust.
But I never expected—
This aloof man, who usually wouldn't even spare me a glance, now carried an irresistible, scorching aggression, ruthlessly sliding his large, rough hand straight up my thoroughly soaked panties...

My mad mother, in her final moments, pressed a set of Russian nesting dolls into my arms.
"These cost me thirty years of my life. In return, they'll give you three ways out of death."
The first doll told me to go to a bar and bring home the third strange man I met.
The second doll, she said to open on the eve of my wedding. There was no note inside. Only a photograph — my groom, killing a woman wearing the exact same wedding dress as mine.
Three years later, on the eve of another wedding, I opened the last doll. I read the note, smiled, and dropped it in the trash.
It was only later that I understood —
This mad woman saw more clearly than anyone sane in this world.
Mom, I'm sorry.

In the southern summer, the air hung heavy with the scent of overripe peaches.
Yet that cloying sweetness couldn't mask the near-frenzied hunger of women crowding Grandma's shop—pushing, shoving, desperate for a slice of peach pie priced at ten thousand dollars.
I never understood why this tiny shop drove countless women into such frenzy, even to their knees, begging.
Until that summer night, when Auntie slipped into the basement.
Through the darkness came her muffled moans, mingled with strange wet sounds...

I've been reborn, transported back to the day I gave birth to my daughter.

In my past life, I humbled myself for love, only to be betrayed by my husband Caspian and his mistress Serafina.

They disfigured me, murdered my little girl, and threw me in prison.

This time around, I'm divorcing him without a second thought, holding my daughter close, and escaping this living hell!

I divorced the same man nine times.
The first eight times, I was the one sobbing, begging him not to go.
The ninth time, I was the one who slid the papers across the table.
He signed them, then told me we'd remarry once she left.
I said okay.
What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked.
This time, I was leaving for good.

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...

Married to Declan Hargrove for three years, I kept my past locked away tight. I let no one near Greybell, and I never, ever mentioned the name Calloway.
Until Piper excitedly dug up the "incest scandal" between me and my own brother. The Hargrove family booked their flights that very night, vowing to fly to Greybell and tear my "white-trash" parents to shreds.
I knelt on the carpet, shaking and sobbing.
But hiding behind the curtain of my long hair, no one saw the truth. I wasn’t begging for my own life.
I was begging for theirs.
Because my brother, Reid, had already gotten the news. He was in Greybell right now, preparing an unforgettable "feast" for our arrogant guests.

During routine rounds, I never gave Linus Crewe a second thought. Nineteen years old, diagnosed with persistent hallucinatory disorder, just another trust fund kid tossed into the psych ward like garbage by his own family.
But that day, he locked eyes with me and claimed that the moment his skin touched someone else's, he could see their deepest, darkest secrets.
I scoffed. As a female doctor who married into money, harbored a thirst for revenge, and kept a secret lover on the side, someone seeing through my facade was my ultimate nightmare.
I thought he was just playing mind games.
Until he recounted, word for word, things even my husband didn't know. He just smiled and said: Then tell me, Dr. Hollister... why is your heart racing when you look at me?

Dorian, my boyfriend of three years, was a partner at a top-tier Boston law firm. He was gentle, refined, and absolutely flawless.
A week ago, he buried his face in my neck late at night, whispering that the city was suffocating him. He wanted to take me back to his hometown to meet Octavia, the grandmother who had single-handedly raised him.
I agreed without hesitation.
But on Crane Island, every night Dorian would slip out of our bed, using Octavia's gout as an excuse.
Until that night. I crept barefoot to Octavia’s door and pressed my ear against the wood.
What I heard wasn’t a sick old woman. It was Dorian’s heavy panting, mixed with the shameless, breathy moans of a young woman...

I got off work two hours early, hoping to surprise my boyfriend whom I had just bailed out for $30,000.
I pushed the bedroom door open. The surprise was on me—my stepsister Chloe was straddling Dorian. The same man who, just three days ago, sat crying on the police station floor swearing "I only have you," now slowly lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted to join them.
I thought that was the worst moment of my life.
I was wrong.
When the hand that had just been caressing Chloe gripped my throat and hoisted me into the air, I finally saw the truth. Dorian Vane, the guy who humiliated me at our high school prom ten years ago, hadn't changed at all.

In my first life, blinded by greed, I claimed to be that mysterious woman. Silas glanced at my left shoulder and said coldly, "No butterfly tattoo." His bodyguards dragged me to the backyard and shattered my ribs with a baseball bat.
In my second life, Cleo learned from my mistake. She got the butterfly tattoo at an underground parlor. But Silas lifted her skirt and sneered, "No birthmark on her inner thigh." We were thrown into the frozen lake behind the mountain.
"Find her. She's in the West Wing." Silas Brennan's cold command echoed through the Brennan Estate again. Cleo and I locked eyes, terror gripping us.
We were the only maids in the West Wing.

As the heiress to the Sinclair family, I inherited billions, yet a car crash left my legs completely paralyzed, confining me to a cold wheelchair for the rest of my life.
My husband, Dashiell, spent three years meticulously caring for me—pushing my chair, feeding me my meds, and holding me as I slept.
That evening, while I was soaking in a warm bath, he pushed the door open. His handsome face carried that familiar smile: "Honey, can I... have you in the tub?"
"I'm a bit tired today," I rubbed my temples and softly declined. "Carry me out."
The moment the words left my lips, his smile twisted hideously. With a vicious sneer, he grabbed my neck and shoved my head brutally underwater...

I was taking six-year-old Arabella to fit her dress for the theater's grand opening.
As we crossed the intersection, a truck suddenly lost control and T-boned our car.
When I opened my eyes again, an agonizing pain ripped through me. I opened my mouth to call out Everett's name, only to hear his hushed voice seeping through the crack in the door—
"Staging an unavoidable accident was the only way to use the emergency room as a cover for the drug trial."
"Now that Ophelia's treatment is a success, there's naturally no need for that little bastard to live."
My Arabella. She was secretly wheeled into the operating room by him, used as a human guinea pig for his mistress Delilah's daughter, who had bone cancer. Her sweet, bell-like vocal cords were cruelly carved out and transplanted into another child's throat.
In that defining moment, I realized he had never loved my daughter.
But what he didn't know—the child he just murdered with his own hands was his one and only flesh and blood.

Eight years of marriage. Fluent in seven languages. Yet I never dared speak a word in front of my husband.

He claimed to be allergic to my voice—hearing me talk gave him headaches, ringing ears, made his whole body ache.

To change my voice, I underwent four vocal cord surgeries. My voice became hoarse, rough as sandpaper scraping concrete. But no matter how hard I tried, he still clutched his ears in pain.

For eight years, I blamed myself. I thought I was the one dragging him down.

Until our anniversary, when our daughter casually yanked off his "hearing aid" and tossed it on the couch.

I picked it up and put it in my ear. What I heard was my cousin Freya's flirtatious voice, and his tender response.

That moment, I finally understood—

No matter what I did, all this man ever wanted from me was silence.

Siren's Reef only breeds women.
On this isolated island, Henrietta's orphanage takes in all fatherless girls. She raises us until our eighteenth birthday—the night of the "Coral Crowning," an annual coming-of-age ritual that supposedly earns the Sea God's blessing.
My sister Saffron and I are identical twins, raised wearing the exact same face.
But on this island, the same face doesn't spell the same fate. She was the one Henrietta spoiled from birth; I was the one allowed to trail behind her.
I thought it would always be this way. Until she died. Henrietta claimed Saffron broke the rules and was flayed alive by the serrated edges of the reef. But that day, I saw it with my own eyes: Saffron's signature dimple had appeared on Henrietta's cheek—where none had been before.

My billionaire lover brought out a bespoke mermaid gown, declaring he would marry whoever could fit into it.
But in my past four lives, every woman who tried it on—whether an ambitious imposter or me, his true love—was brutally tortured and murdered by him.
In my fifth rebirth, the butler knocked on our door with a polite smile, "Mr. Voss says his true love is among you."
Since we four women would die no matter who wore it...
We exchanged a look in the dead silence, turned our heads in perfect unison, and locked our eyes onto the only man in the room.

Our clan worships the Spider Goddess.
To keep this face, every girl in our bloodline must sacrifice a truly evil man every ten years.
Just two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my mom asked me again over the phone:
"Sweetie, is it really that hard to find a sufficiently bad guy in a place like Ashfield?"
Right now, I’m looking at my boyfriend, who just handcuffed me to a bed. He’s laughing, negotiating a price with a buyer, thinking I’m tonight’s merchandise.
I think to myself—
Mom, I can answer your question now. This guy’s wickedness easily rivals your husband's—my father.

Three years of marriage. Three pregnancies.

Every time I confirmed I was pregnant, my sister-in-law Ophelia would walk into the chapel behind the manor.

Then my in-laws would drag me to the hospital and force me to abort the healthy baby.

The night after my third miscarriage, I dragged my weakened body to follow her into the chapel.

The moment I pushed open that door, my blood ran cold.

In that instant, I finally understood why my three children had to die.

“Whom does this female belong to? She possesses no seat here. This is not a place for females.”
An older male wolf's authoritative and influential voice blares throughout the room, the high walls carrying the sound of his condemnation of my presence.

“I think you are mistaken for IT IS the place for me. I am an Alpha.” A flash of teeth from my side as my warrior spirit soars, a slow wild lick of my lower lip to taunt him eyes glaring at the ill-bred male whilst I continue to confidently saunter to my rightful seat on the table.

Whispers and murmurs travel through the room gossips spreading like wildfire as they inspect my flesh head to toe. Their suits are neat, in many instances fine, and wherever I encountered the eye of one it is only to recognize in it a degrading and unwelcoming stare. They find me unworthy.

There is a deep familiarity with these kinds of unhesitant stares for this is my normality of life. To be met with hate, disgust, and humiliation of the soul I possess. It is not because they do not know me. They do know. They know of the battles I had won for my pack. And they certainly feel the strength I possess.

Perhaps they merely pretend to be blind and deaf, to remain oblivious to my surging vigour. Or perhaps, they failed to anticipate that I would be the first female Alpha to stand in this hall; the only wolf not in a suit; the only female who can sit at the same table with males.

⚠️MATURE READERS ONLY⚠️ DARK ROMANCE ⚠️

Warning! Mature Content
“Once you’ve had a taste of an apple,” Prince Krai said, licking his lips.
His contrasting colored pupils shone with mischief as they considered her flustered appearance.
“You cannot resist devouring the rest”
Reya’s eyes widened in shock, her bosom heaving from what had just transpired between the two of them.
She pressed her fingers to her lips with widened eyes, still disbelieving that he had kissed her.
“You are one to talk of manners considering how you would not stop emphasizing about knowing what a man’s touch feels like. Clearly,” he gestured towards her uncollected frame.
“You know nothing about pleasure...”


Only a month ago, Reya was content with being the Most Revered Doctor of the Red Dragon clan.
But Everything is turned upside down as she is offered a seat in the Great Parliament.
Even worse, she is mated to the Twin Princes of the Dragon Kingdom.
As the prospective Queen of The Dragon Kingdom, Reya is entrusted with a difficult task that even the Great Parliament has been unable to decide on.
She must choose who will be the Next Dragon King between the Golden And Perfect Prince Krainen Aidan Drago and The Dark and Brooding Prince Armani Suiren Drago.
However, her unforgiving past refuses to let her go.
Three contenders, Two Royal Alphas but there can only be one Dragon King...

"I want to play a game. With hands and legs tied down- you can't rush, force, or stop things.

Now. Close your eyes.” The Alpha commanded. Seth shivered at his words.

For a little while, the room fell quiet.
All Seth could hear was her rapid breathing.
She still felt excited yet scared.

"Luciano, please," She moaned out,

"Yes, kitten?"

"Stop, I want to feel you. The teasing is killing me.”

"That is not how it works."
The man laid his hand on her bottom and put her over his knees.

"You beg one more time. Your ass will be spanked to red.”

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Seth had one rule- no Alphas: the possessive, dominant, and territorial Alphas could break and bend themselves, but they could never end up in her bed, nor drag her in theirs.

Until the day of Alpha ceremonial games came along: all she had to do was serve guests and run as far as possible whenever she got the chance.

Seth didn't expect meeting an Alpha a day before leaving the new town, nor did she expect facing another attempting to show off his interest- not just one, two, or three, but four Alpha males.

None of them is willing to give up or step aside. The men wanted to claim her, and none would stop till the woman was his or theirs.

Warning: This is a reverse harem book which contains A LOT of mature content and sensitive themes. (Kinks/ BDSM/ strong language etc.) Strongly advised for mature readers only. !!! 18+ !!!

Rejected by my soulmate, I sought solace in the arms of a stranger whose magnetic presence I couldn’t resist. In a night of passion, I unknowingly surrendered to the King of the Werewolves. Now, carrying the heir to his throne, I’m torn between resisting his hypnotic pull and protecting the fragile bond forming between us. Shadows threaten our lives at every turn, while each encounter with the King tests my resolve. Will love conquer duty, or will the weight of his crown doom us to heartbreak?

In a world where mythical creatures coexist with humans, a power struggle erupts when the dominant werewolves attempt to assert rule over all. However, the other creatures and humans reject this notion, striving instead for peaceful coexistence within their respective communities.
Defying this collective decision, Alpha Dimitri brutally murders a Witch, a Vampire, and a Human as a warning to anyone who dares challenge his authority.
Enraged by the ruthless killings, the remaining creatures unite and launch an attack against the powerful Werewolves, despite being at a clear disadvantage in strength. The war rages on for three days and three nights- until, on the third night, an unexpected intervention occurs. The Moon Goddess appears. She condemns the Werewolves for igniting the conflict. In a display of divine judgment, she strips Dimitri of his Alpha status and passes the mantle to his twin sons, Jayden and Kayden.
Amidst this new order, Muna Carmichael and her younger brother Nathan are left orphaned by the war. They are forced to move to a new city to live with their childless aunt and uncle. Determined to avenge her parents' deaths, Muna never imagined that her mate would be a Werewolf, let alone an Alpha.
As Muna and Jayden are bound together by the will of the Moon Goddess, love begins to bloom. But with vengeance in Muna's heart, can they ever find peace, or will destiny tear them apart?

This book has explicit content, viewers discretion is advised.

One day, I was the fat, unwanted girl rejected by the Beta's son.
The next minute, the Alpha's son himself showed up... and claimed me.

I didn’t know why, why Osborne came for me when I was at my lowest.
But I quickly learned something—he doesn’t just want my body.
He wants all of me.

He says I’m his mate.
But the way he touches me, holds me, breathes me in…
This isn’t just fate.
It's an obsession, raw, wild, and consuming.

And the craziest part?
I think I want to be consumed.

[Reverse Harem] Anila's uncle tried to control her life in every possible aspect. But one day, a hot stranger Xaden appeared and handed Anila an offer from a university on the mysterious "Were-land". On the plane there, Xaden surprisingly revealed his true identity as a werewolf and introduced himself as Anila's "fated mate". Before Anila could process all the crazy news, she realized Xaden wasn't her only mate.....

Then I felt it, all over my flesh, that undeniable connection, the same one I felt when I first met Xaden.
My eyes gravitated down the hall, I have found them.
That’s right. Them.

"You can't be serious. Him? Of all the Alphas, the Moon Goddess chose him for you? The cursed one with the bastard child?"
Those were the words that echoed in Haera Mycroft's ears the moment her fate was sealed.
Her entire life, she'd been nothing more than a shadow — a maid in her own pack, mocked, hated, and forgotten. The only reason anyone even remembered her name was because she shared a birthday with the Alpha princess. That was her one and only claim to significance.
But all of that changes the night she's mated to Alpha Zachary of the Imperial Pack. A man feared across the territories. A man with a dark past, a dangerous reputation, and a child born of a forbidden affair.
Everyone says he's mad. Cursed. A mistake the Moon Goddess never should've made.
But Haera would rather take her chances with a feared Alpha than remain invisible in a place that never saw her worth.
What she doesn’t expect is to find strength in herself. Power she never knew she had. And a bond that’s far more complicated — and dangerous — than she could’ve imagined.
Her story was never meant to be normal.
And being mated to Alpha Zachary? That’s just the beginning of a fate that will shake the entire werewolf world.

"You were his Luna," Lucien’s voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine."
Evelara’s breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I’ll fall into your bed just because you’re the Supreme?"
A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You’ll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit… that I’m the bond he never deserved."
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Evelara Stormrune’s life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again.
But fate isn’t finished with her…
When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not—ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own.
Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole… or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel?

I held my breath in the dark closet, watching my fated mate strip naked, praying he wouldn’t hear my heart pounding like a drum.

I was only supposed to clean Alpha Thomas’s room, not spy on him. But when he walked out of the shower, water glistening on his muscular back, I couldn't look away. I wanted him. I wanted to be the one drying those droplets off his skin. But I am just a dirty omega, a cleaner he despises.

Suddenly, the closet door was ripped open. His iron grip seized my wrist, dragging me out. "You hid in my closet to spy on me?" his voice boomed, terrifying yet thrilling.

I waited for his kiss, for the mate bond to snap into place. Instead, his eyes filled with disgust. "I reject you," he spat. "A slave like you will never be my Luna." He threw me out like trash, unaware that the most powerful Alpha was waiting to claim what he just discarded.

Everyone knows me as the "Defect" the only wolfless female in the Blood Moon Pack. But when my father’s gambling debts threatened to destroy us, I had no choice but to make a deal with the devil.

Alpha Kade paid the five million dollars, but the price was me. The arrangement is both simple and twisted: during the day, I am his invisible servant scrubbing the floors while he ignores me. But by nighttime, I am forced into his bed.

He claims only to need me as a human sedative for his insomnia, though he insists on holding me tight while denying me his heart.

The line between hate and desire begins to blur. But just as the ruthless Alpha begins to fall for his "useless" bedwarmer, I discover a secret that will remove me from his life forever. Years later, I have returned-no longer weak, no longer without the wolf. Kade has sought me out, but he previously broke me. Will he collect me again, or will I cause him to suffer for every tear I cried?

Elara, a broken Omega werewolf tormented for years of slavery by the Nightfang pack for her treasonous parents' sins, is forced into the deadly Bloodmoon Hunt as prey. Her repressed, seductive siren pheromones, made dysfunctional under torture, call forth the stoic and unattached Silverfang Alpha trinity; Ronan, Kieran and Talon. They take her in the brutal chaos of the hunt, shattering her chains and unleashing a primal, all-consuming hunger. Torn between age-old trauma and the all-encompassing, erotic force of the mate bond, Elara must learn to trust her Alphas' savage fidelity and discover her own emerging strength. As a trio, they must confront sadistic Nightfang Alpha Kael and shatter the pattern of hate, elevating Elara from a shattered slave to a respected Luna whose strength is one of spirit, empathy, and the indomitable, lust-infused bond with her three Alphas.

At the top of a metropolis where tech corporations conceal ancient werewolf lineages, Rhaek Vorn commands with an iron fist and seduction. Alpha of one of the world’s largest corporate powers, he keeps a harem of submissive wolves and forges alliances through fear—until the past returns in flesh and blood.

Narelle Nox was handed to him while still young, exchanged for resources and protection, raised under his watch to one day be claimed. Marked in an ancestral ritual as his future fertile wolf, she escaped before her fate was sealed, pregnant and determined to disappear. But years later, she resurfaces as a beautiful, firm woman strategically positioned as a shareholder in Vorn's corporation, hiding her identity—and the child he never knew.

The reunion is a collision of past and present. Rhaek recognizes her. The blood calls for possession. Narelle refuses to bend. As the company becomes the stage for a silent battle between desire and power, the Alpha must contend with his current Luna, a threatened harem, and the wolf who bears his mark... but may destroy him from the inside out.

Diana Carter gave her all to build Alpha Damon’s pack, only to be tossed aside when he chose another woman to be his Luna. Broken but determined, she left without looking back, vowing never to let another Alpha use her again.

But fate had other plans.

When she crossed paths with Bradley Underwood, a ruthless Alpha known for conquering weaker packs, he immediately recognized her as his mate. Unlike Damon, Bradley wasn’t willing to let her slip away. He vowed to have her heart, body, and soul even if he had to fight for it.

Now caught between two powerful Alphas one who shattered her heart and another who swore to claim it she must make an impossible choice.

Will she give in to the undeniable pull toward Bradley? Or will she fall for Damon’s desperate attempts to win her back?

One thing is certain: the battle for her love is just beginning.

Orphaned servant, Lyra– a girl born under the cursed moon with silver eyes and a crescent birthmark has always been an outcast in her pack due to the prophecy surrounding her birth.

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, she is publicly rejected by Alpha Kade.

Desperate to save her face and avoid further embarrassment, she runs into the unbound lands and is attacked by a stray rogue, only to be saved by a mysterious wolf with silver fur who marks her after discovering their mate's bond.

But that should have been the end of it, until Kade comes running back to her, she discovers she has a third mate, and secrets surrounding her birth arise, making her the enemy's target.

Stuck with three men who are desperate to lay claim to her, she has to choose between one– but he might just be her downfall as he’s working for the enemy.

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“I’m going to have a maid prepare a bath for you. You will get dressed. And tonight, we will have our mating ceremony. I am not giving you room to reject me,” he said firmly.

“But I—”

“Shh,” he said, placing his fingers on my lips. “I have found a bond with you, and I found you..." He trailed off, as if not knowing the words to use. "You are the most beautiful woman in this world I have seen. I want you to be my Luna, and I don't want anyone else near you,” he said.

“I know you are scared and do not have any experience, but that is not a problem. I will guide you. I will be your head. I will love you. And we shall live together happily."

"I'm not—"

"It is not up for debate.”

“I don't do whores. Try another hotel.” Michael’s voice was cold, but his eyes were dark, lingering on my exposed cleavage. I could smell his arousal, a mix of leather and raw musk, and when I rubbed myself against his groin, he hissed. He was hard. Rock hard. Yet, he tossed me aside like trash.

I zipped up my dress, humiliating heat pooling between my legs from his rejection. Two days later, I was in the clutches of Alpha Roman. His thick fingers dug into my ass, squeezing my flesh as he whispered filthy things against my neck. “I’m gonna wreck you tonight, bitch.”

I squeezed my thighs together, terrified, until a growl vibrated through the air. “Get your fucking hands off her.”

Michael stormed in. He didn't just pull me away; he claimed me. His hand gripped the back of my neck, forcing my head back as his tongue thrust into my mouth, dominating me, tasting me. His erection pressed against my belly through the thin silk of my gown, marking me as his property in front of everyone.

But the contract he offered was cold. “Sign it. No feelings.”

Months later, I broke the rule. I walked into his office, desperate. He was drunk. “You said no touching,” I whispered, but my hands were already undoing his belt.

“I lied,” he groaned, dragging me onto his lap. His large hand slid up my thigh, pushing my panties aside. His fingers found my wetness instantly, circling my clit until I gasped. “You’re mine, Evelyn. Contract or not, tonight, I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

"I, Caiden Vance of the Moon Howlers Pack, reject you Kamara Steele, as my mate. You were a nobody before we were mated, now you'll go back to being a worthless she-wolf."

A stab of pain shot through my heart. Not only did I feel shattered, but my wolf also experienced the anguish of rejection. I questioned when I gave in to the delusion that Caiden was genuinely in love with me. How on earth could he trick me for three years straight? I questioned myself.

“I, Kamara Steele, accept your rejection, Caiden Vance,” I said. He looked at me, his face cold. My heart was beating so fast.

He gave me a disdainful look and turned to go without looking back and I forced myself to suppress the need to tell him that I was pregnant.

Kamara Steele was rejected by her mate, Alpha Caiden. He was pressurized by his father to marry a stronger female to lead the pack which he did. He rejected Kamara because she was an Omega. Kamara left the pack. Unknown to Caiden, she was pregnant with his quadruplets. Kamara lived with her kids and found a reason to live for a few years until they were kidnapped. She had no choice but to return to the pack and seek Caiden's help in finding their children.

Will they be reunited and live as a family?

Will Kamara accept him when she finds out the secret that has been hidden for years?

“I never loved you, Lexi. You were always principled, boring and always wanting to put your people first–as you called it. You never had time for me in your busy schedule. The only reason I stuck around was because of the Alpha title I thought you were going to get. Imagine my surprise and happiness when the title was finally given to the love of my life.” He pulls Penelope closer to him as he kisses her in front of me.

My wolf can no longer bear it as she comes out, forcing me to forcefully transform. I watch in helplessness as she takes full control of my body and rushes at Penelope.

My wolf whimpers as she lands on the ground mid stride. She tries to go against the order but the effort is futile so she goes back in. I’m naked as I sob on the floor, my humiliation reaching its peak.


Betrayed by her family and her mate. She left the pack and joined the arm force of the lycanblood-line pack to fight against her own pack. Also become their Alpha’s second chance mate.

He is the Lycan Alpha of the Lycanblood-line pack. He is strongest amongst other Alphas and ruthless as well. Rumor has it that he killed his Luna and his own brother. He later mated with Lexi.

"I would never accept a mate that murdered her own mother!"

Those were the words of her mate that pierced through her heart, shrinking them to nothing. To everyone, even her own father, she is her mother's killer.

Candles were lighted, beautiful scented flowers were well decorated in my house and even ribbons were tied at various places on that day.

Soft music played in the stereo whilst people drank, ate and made merry. Sounds of laughter rang and everyone's faces were filled with smiles until tragedy struck like lightning that before I could realise what was happening, I became the youngest cursed teen werewolf in my pack accused of killing her mother.

But then I hoped for my eighteenth birthday because it is only then that I would be free to live my life and have my mate but again, tragedy came knocking...

And once again, Lily's life turned around...

Candles were lighted, beautiful scented flowers were well decorated in my house and even ribbons were tied at various places on that day.
Soft music played in the stereo whilst people drank, ate and made merry. Sounds of laughter rang and everyone's faces were filled with smiles until tragedy struck like lightning that before I could realise what was happening, I became the youngest cursed teen werewolf in my pack accused of killing her mother.
But then I hoped for my eighteenth birthday because it is only then that I would be free to live my life and have my mate but once again tragedy came knocking...
And once again, Lily's life turned around...
The rejected Alpha's mate….

Selena Thatcher was the daughter of the Red Moon's greatest warrior until her parents were framed for treason. To escape execution, she flees to an enemy pack, cuts her hair and transforms into Cyrus, a cold and mysterious bodyguard.
When Cyrus is hired to protect the Alpha's son, Rayder, a dangerous attraction forms. Rayder is fated to an enemy, never realizing the boy guarding his life is actually the enemy he's been taught to hate.

She must survive both pack and clear her parents name but how? Will Rayder,the rebellious Alpha be willing to keep her secret for the sake of justice?

Liora Nightingale, a beautiful and compassionate Omega, was rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Jaxon. Alpha Jaxon was conflicted between following his heart desires and pursuing political gain for his pack by marrying Seraphina Silverclaw for Alliance. Liora, on rejection and humiliation by her fated mate, was forced to flee, and unknowingly joins a rival pack, where she honed her abilities and skills. Dark forces emerged, headed by the exiled Darius and with the support of a banished sorcerer Morgath. They conspired together to destroy Jaxon’s pack, the Silver Moon Pack.

As Jaxon wallows in regrets, and longing to right his wrongs and get Liora back, an attack invades his pack with him unprepared. Amid this chaos, Liora returns, her powers and skills honed beyond resemblance to any wolf in existence. Right there on the battlefield, she discovers a hidden part of her, a power linked to an ancient prophecy. It was revealed as the major key to protecting and saving the Silver Moon Pack. But on the condition that she must reunite with Jaxon, and together, they would overcome the enemies while they stay true to their love and focus on protecting their people.

The Alpha’s Rejected Luna is a captivating tale of betrayals, the need for second chances, and love at last.