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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.

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!

At her own birthday banquet, another woman was the star of the night.
She stood at the door and watched her husband crown his "friend" with a diamond-studded tiara — the very gift she thought was meant for her.
On the stage, he smiled tenderly. Their daughter laughed and danced. She alone was the uninvited stranger.
For six years, she gave up a brilliant research career to become his housewife — and received not a single word of gratitude.
When her heart finally went cold, she walked away, leaving nothing behind but a divorce agreement.
Then she returned to the lab — and stunned the world as a leading scientist. No more shrinking herself for anyone. She became herself again.
And the man who once treated her like air cornered her with red-rimmed eyes:
"Darling, I was wrong. Please come home."

On a rainy evening, Ophelia Taylor caught her husband Benjamin White cheating, shattering their marriage and her happy illusions completely. Plunged into despair, she found solace in Benjamin’s younger brother, William. Gentle and steady, William silently guarded her—bringing warm milk on sleepless nights, defending her from Benjamin’s coldness—slowly melting her broken heart. Unknowingly, both fell for each other, a forbidden affection blooming amid betrayal. Torn between her unfaithful husband and her off-limits brother-in-law, Ophelia stood at an emotional crossroads. Her reason screamed it was wrong, but her heart clung to William’s warmth. This tangled struggle of love and guilt had just begun.

My family let me die. My fiancé watched. My sister smiled.
I was the real daughter, dragged from the orphanage to donate my bone marrow, then thrown away like garbage. When the monsters came for the imposter, they shielded her and left me to rot.
But death wasn’t the end. It was a deal.
I woke with a system tethered to my pulse—one that trades public admiration for the power to survive.​ And behind these hands are two identities they never suspected: the legend whose music they worship, and the ghost in the machine who owns their secrets.
They think I’m back to beg for love.
They’re wrong. I’m here to collect.
This time, I won’t just take back my music and my name. I’ll make them need me—right before I watch them lose everything.
They wanted me erased.
I’m about to become the only name that matters.

I died in a rainy day. For twenty-eight years, I clung desperately to my adoptive family, craving nothing but warmth and a home. Yet all my devotion was nothing but a joke.
Everyone in the household loathed me, quick to side with my adoptive sister Isabelle over every lie she spun. I gave my whole heart to my fiancé Damien Sterling, believing he would be my salvation. But when the truth surfaced, he looked at me like I was filth beneath his shoes, his face twisted with contempt.
“You were never more than a distraction,” he snarled. “Isabelle is the only one I love. Can’t you see how tainted you are?”
Those words shattered me more than any injury. Abandoned by everyone I cared about, I had nowhere left to turn before they arranged my death.
But somehow, I’m twenty-two again—returned to that fateful year before all my nightmares unfolded.This time, I’ll burn down everyone who destroyed me.

After discovering her wolf's abnormality, Ashira went to find her mate. She was a stealer, a wolf that could provide a pup with any male, even if they were not her mate. It turned out that she was mated with Alpha Aiden! The Alpha of Prime pack, the strongest pack of the North!
She needed Aiden to claim her, to mark her! For her wolf to be accustomed to who she belongs, but Aiden doesn’t want a mate!
"Won't you claim me?" she asked.
"I'm making myself an exception to this tradition," Aiden said in a cold tone.
"You're not claiming me?!" she exclaimed.
"I'll never put my claim on you," was all he said before turning his back on her.

How will Ashira force him to mark her? Her wolf’s abnormality needed his fangs deep in her neck, and now she’s frustrated and desperate!

Read more…

This is a complete story. The first book of The Rare Wolf Series.
Each book in this series can be read as a standalone, but I highly recommend reading them in order, for the best experience.

My fiancée hates me.

She thinks I'm a criminal.

A man who spent three years behind bars.

A mistake her family forced upon her.

But every day, she tells me about another man.

A hero.

A legend.

A ghost from her past.

The man who once saved her life.

The man she still loves.

The funny thing?

That man is me.

I could tell her the truth.

I could reveal who I really am.

But after everything I've lost, I'm no longer sure I want her love.

Not until she learns to see the man standing in front of her.

Not the legend she built in her dreams.

I gave him everything.
My heart, my trust, my future. Four years of love, devotion, and blind loyalty. And what did I get in return? Betrayal. Humiliation. Loss.
Simon Smith chose my sister over me… and in that one selfish moment, he shattered my world. He left me broken, alone, and with a secret wound no one could see. My son… gone. My life… thrown into chaos.
But I refuse to let him have the final say. I refuse to be the woman who waits, who cries, who begs for scraps of a love that was never mine to begin with.
Now, it's my turn to reclaim everything. My strength. My freedom. My heart. And one man steady, loyal, and unwavering is about to remind me that love isn't just about giving it's about being valued, truly cherished, and never underestimated.
Some men think they can break a woman and keep her in pieces. Some men think they can betray her and expect her to return. Simon is about to find out the truth: some hearts heal… and some never belong to him again.


"I missed you, Anika."
"I have never seen you before in my life, sir."
"You think you can just leave me and replace me? You are mine!"
"Did your mother not teach you that grabbing random strangers is wrong?"
"Anika…"
"Stay away from me."

"I want a child, not the child's mother."
These chilling words come from Toop Pasutha, the renowned actor who reluctantly married Anshan Akirah solely to meet his family’s demands rather than out of love.

Anshan does his utmost to fulfill his role as a wife, yet their physical intimacy is confined strictly to the pursuit of an heir.

The hope of earning any affection from Toop slowly fades as his actions reinforce that Anshan is nothing more than a stranger to Toop

Amid this fragile and painful union, can true love ever truly blossom?

"You abandoned her five years ago. You don't get to take her back now."

Dante Moretti's icy voice silenced the entire room.

My ex-fiancé stared at me with red-rimmed eyes.

"Mia... come home with me."

Dante wrapped an arm around my waist.

"She's already home."

Five years ago, Mia Hayes was publicly abandoned by her fiancé, humiliated by New York's most powerful mafia family, and forced to disappear with her sick mother.

Now she's back—not by choice.

Her mother's life depends on the ruthless billionaire Dante Moretti, the man everyone fears... and the uncle of the man who once broke her heart.

Dante offers her a deal she can't refuse:
Stay in his mansion for three months, and he'll save her mother.

But living under the same roof means discovering the truth.

Why did Dante secretly keep every sketch she ever drew?

Why has he been protecting her from the shadows for five years?

Why does every member of the Moretti family fear the way he looks at her?

When her ex-fiancé begs for a second chance, Dante simply pulls her into his arms in front of everyone.

"She's mine."

But what happens when Mia uncovers the devastating secret behind the broken engagement...

And realizes the man she fears most may have loved her all along?

“Spread those legs wider…Fina. I need to see every fucking inch of you.”
His voice was calm. Cold. Commanding.
And just like I always did, my body obeyed before my mind could.
Dario Severo was my father’s best friend.
Then he became his enemy.
Now he’s my husband.
Feared across the underworld and twice my age, Dario married me as the price of peace between cartels. I was supposed to be a contract. A body bound by a ring. Nothing more.
But behind closed doors, his control is intimate, deliberate, and addictive. He touches me like he’s waited years to claim what was always forbidden—and I hate how much I want it.
I was offered to him to end a war.
Instead, I became his obsession.


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Warning: This novel have matured contents +18

Me and you. Come on let's play. "She said".

Um, okay, sure," I said, "but what do we do if one of us refuses to answer truth, or do a dare?"

"Then," smiled vicky, "A different truth or dare is given, and that one has to be done, no matter what."

"Ok Deal," I said.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth," I said.

"What's your honest opinion of those pics you saw, of me?" She gave me a look of pure curiosity, which only made me laugh a little.

"They were very hot," I said. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she said, smiling at my comment.

"Is it just me, or are you not wearing panties?" I said, more to tease her about it, than I was curious.

"Yeah, I'm not," she said. "Actually, I'm surprised you noticed. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I said.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," she said.

So, thats how it started. I don't know why, but her mission is to find any means to have me for herself not minding what it will result to. Though she later had me and even got pregnant for me., but what happened after that is was you won't expect.

Sara never asked for a mate, but fate didn’t care. The moment she steps into BloodRidge Pack, the bond locks her to the one man who wants nothing to do with her.
Alpha Xenon rejects her on sight. Cold. Final. Cruel.

But the bond doesn’t break.
His wolf won’t let her go.
And when danger comes for her, the Alpha who pushed her away becomes the one who can’t stay away.

Some rejections hurt.
This one changes everything.

When I scrolled across that photo of Tyler with his arms wrapped around Rachel at 2 AM, I nearly shattered my phone against the wall. That bastard—maintaining our "just scratching an itch" arrangement while wooing her with soulmate bullshit?

With anger burning through my veins and my skin flushing hot, I stormed off to the jazz bar determined to expose him.

But who could have guessed that in the middle of this dramatic showdown, I'd discover the truth about Seth—the one secretly marking up my sheet music, the one who decked Tyler for me?

Maybe this gut-wrenching betrayal was actually the universe's twisted way of pointing me toward something real.

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.

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...

Xie Yijin hated me more than anyone in this world.

He called me vicious as a scorpion, said I schemed about everything, stole all that belonged to Lin Wanwan, and destroyed the one he held dearest.

Xie Yijin shielded Lin Wanwan tightly behind him.
The eyes that once looked at me with such tenderness were now frozen over with unmelting ice.
He pointed straight at me, every word cutting like a blade:

"Shen Zhiyi, why don’t you just die?!"

I froze in place, my fingertips ice-cold.
Unconsciously, I still clutched that crumpled, yellowed candy wrapper.

He had given it to me when he was seven years old,
saying that when I grew up, he would marry me
and buy me candies for the rest of my life.

But now…
he only wanted me dead.

"You have two months to live." The doctor's death sentence was still ringing in my ears when I found the receipt in his pocket.

[Four Seasons Hotel. Romance Suite. Check-in: 3:00 PM.]

3:00 PM. The exact moment I was begging the doctor for painkillers, Alexander was in a hotel bed with another woman.

I looked at him, sleeping soundly beside me. I had loved this man for five years, sold everything to help him succeed. Now, in the final countdown of my life, he gave me the most fatal blow.

"I'm exhausted from meetings," he had lied, smelling of Santal 33 and another woman's sex.

I clenched the receipt until my nails dug into my flesh. I wouldn't tell him about the cancer.

I would use whatever time I had left to make him regret ever being born.

During the senior executive meeting, an intern slapped a 15-yuan McDonald's receipt right in my face.
"Vice President Xu has been embezzling company funds for personal meals! A parasite like her, who’s been fleecing the company, must be fired!"
My boyfriend of eight years looked at me with a feigned, agonized expression. "This incident has caused an abysmally bad impact. You will be suspended pending an internal investigation."
I stared at his hand wrapped around the intern's waist, then calmly removed my employee ID badge.
I turned to my assistant and ordered, "Freeze the five million yuan in the company's account. That's just the pocket money I casually deposited there last week."

On a full moon, every wolf has to be inside a registered shelter before moonrise. That's pack law.
So when my husband's leave finally lined up with a moon, I spent six months and eighty thousand dollars booking his whole family into a top-tier sanctuary on Silverspine Ridge. Then his first love decided she wanted to come.
Instead of telling her no, he gave her my registered bed — and sent me a queue number for the state shelter, a thirty-six-hour line for a bunk in an open ward full of rogues. I looked at his parents, his sister, waiting for one of them to object. Every single one of them took his side.
So fine. I drove the other way, and spent the next three full moons enjoying myself — alone. That's when the whole family started to panic...

My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.

A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.

I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.

Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.

She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.

I was the only one who got out to help her.

Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.

I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.

After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.

The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.

My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

My malicious stepsister threatened me with my brother's life, forcing me to marry a man rumored to be unspeakably ugly. I had no choice but to comply.
However, after the wedding, I discovered that this man was not ugly at all; on the contrary, he was both handsome and charming, and he was also a billionaire!
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“I, Layla Lecruest, reject you Alpha Sebastian of the Red Moon Pack as my mate.”
Alpha Sebastian lifted his head. His thick hair blew back as the door to the house opened and a wind swept in.
“I, Alpha Sebastian of the Red Moon Pack, accept your rejection.”
Yes, it hurt to be rejected. Your mate was the one person in the entire world that was meant for you and the stories I had heard were glorious. Like the only two pieces of a puzzle, you find each other and become whole. You will never love anyone as you love your mate. And you never got a second chance. It was very rare, and I had just rejected mine.
Layla Lecruest, is a fierce, brave, and strong-willed girl who never cared about fitting in but neither did she plan to stand out as much as she did. Believing to be a normal wolf, the daughter of a former Beta, she never thought herself to be special. Little did she know that she held a gene that many believed to have been gone for a long time.
When she finds out that her mate is the Alpha who spent his life tormenting her, they quickly reject each other on the spot. Unbeknownst to them, Alpha Kade was on his way and would turn everything upside down as her second chance mate. The notorious Alpha Kade was famous for his strength and his ability to lead his pack. He earned respect wherever he went and when he arrived at the Red Moon Pack, he swore he wouldn't leave without his mate.
What happens when Layla finds herself stuck between her former and current mate as well as a pack of wolves with superior powers who thought she belonged to them? And what happens when another, even bigger secret is revealed?

“By all means, do as you please. Run away as far as you can but keep one thing in mind, I'm going to find you. I'll follow you, Jaselyn. I'll stalk you like you're my prey and I'll catch you.” His warm breath brushes against my neck and I realize just then that he'd somehow bridged the distance between us.
“I’ll make you mine over and over again till I become embedded in your DNA. You'll never be free of me.” His hand brushes against the side of my face, caressing almost lovingly while he says such chilling words to me. All of this feels like a farce, one big stupid comedy but a sad smile tugs at my lips when I realize this is my life.
“I’ll give you everything and then I'll take it away. You'll always be mine, Jaselyn Everhart. Always.”


Jaselyn just wants to make it out of the Pack. Living with her abusive uncle after her parents' death, she dreams of saving up enough to finally run away.
That's until she meets her mate at the annual Peace ball and is claimed by him, only to be rejected the very next day.
But here's the catch, her mate and the Alpha of the Pack, Zane Black, has kidnapped her and he demands that she bear children for his Luna.

This book explores dark themes, reader discretion is advised.

"Do you hate me?" He asked, nibbling my ear with his teeth. I couldn't form words. I felt... I didn't know what I was feeling. A minute ago, I was sure I hated him but now that he's so close, so close that I could feel him breathing on my skin, I wasn't sure.

"Do you hate me?" He asked again, his voice a low growl in my ear.
"I...I..." I tried to form words but his lips left my ear and trailed kisses down my neck.
“I need words,” he whispered. “Tell me you hate me.”
My fingers tightened on his shirt as he continued.
“Say you hate me, and I’ll stop right now and walk away.”
What? There was a pause, I still hated him but I don't want him to stop..
“Don’t…and I won’t be responsible for what I do next.”

Lena Hartwell is a girl who has been bullied all her life for being plus size. After the sudden death of her father, her family falls deep into debt, leaving her with no choice but to accept the highest paying tutoring job she can find to support her Mom. The job turns out to be tutoring one of her bullies, the school’s hottest quarterback, Jace Dawson and despite hating him, she takes it the job because her family is at risk of losing everything they have left.

What happens when the hatred they have for each other slowly turns into something darker, when forced proximity turns every argument into temptation?
He is everything she is taught to fear.
She is the weakness he was taught to crush.
And when one forbidden moment shatters the boundary between hate and desire, will Lena be able to walk away from the boy who might ruin her life?

My pulse raced, torn between fear and something I couldn’t name.

“Back off,” I whispered, but he only watched me, gaze dark and unreadable. His nearness stole the space from my lungs, his presence too commanding to ignore.

He sniffed,slowly, deliberately, his mouth dangerously close to my neck, and then his hand slid up, gripping my waist with a firm possessiveness that stole my breath. I gasped when his fingers slipped beneath my skirt, the fabric gliding over my thighs like a tease of sin.

I tried to resist, to summon the anger that had always shielded me, but my body betrayed me with trembling breaths.

His words were low, a growl wrapped in temptation. “You belong with me, Serena.”

I froze, heart pounding, every instinct screaming to move but unable to. The authority in his voice, the certainty, made my resolve falter.

I wanted to deny it, to shout, to fight, but my silence gave him an answer I never intended.


I was cursed, or so they said. Wolfless. Worthless. A burden to my family and an outcast in the very pack I was born into.

Survival meant swallowing pride and chasing a job, anything to escape the whispers and the shame.

But fate had other plans.

Three Alphas. My bosses. All powerful. All possessive. All… mine.

I didn’t ask to be mated to them. I didn’t expect their touch, their obsession, or the twisted heat that ignited every time they looked at me like I was something they were dying to devour.

But behind their power were secrets, dark truths, painful scars, and haunted pasts I wasn’t ready for.

Now, everything, my fate, my wolf, my soul…rests in my hands.

But I must choose one Alpha.

Even if it breaks us all.

One Forbidden Night. Three Brothers. No Way Out.

Millie was supposed to clean up after the rich—not sleep with them.

But one reckless night with a mysterious stranger shatters that rule. The next morning, he's gone... And so is her sense of control.

She never expected to see him again.

She definitely didn’t expect to find herself working as a live-in maid for the ruthless, filthy-rich Moretti brothers—Ethan, Aidan, and Evan.

Each man is powerful, possessive, and hiding secrets behind cold eyes and cruel smiles. Millie swore she’d keep things professional... but lines blur fast in a house full of temptation and danger.

Now she's caught in their web—a pawn in a brutal game of power, lust, and blood-soaked secrets.

To them, she’s supposed to be just the maid.
But what happens when all three brothers want more?

Three kings. One maid. No mercy.

Xy'thern quickly took control from Xavier and the air in the room became more charged.
He looked deep into my eyes, making me feel more wanton than ever.
"Do you want me to put it inside you?" He asked, his voice doing things to my already wet pussy. He trailed his tail on my back, the tip causing more arousal to flow through me.
"Yes, Xy, please make me feel good with your cocks," I near-begged him, my body brimming with desire.
Suddenly, I heard clashes on the ground because he'd cleared away everything from the table.
He latched his lips onto my neck and then slowly penetrated my pussy, making me gasp very loudly.


Knowing she was going to be a breeder for a random alien when you got to eighteen was a reality Tessa had to deal with as she grew up just like every other human girl but what she wasn't prepared for was for the Prince of the aliens she'd come to hate and for just cause to suddenly decide she was to be his bride.
To make things worse, she discovered so many new reasons to hate him, but many more reasons spring up, and she's fighting hard to make sure her mind wins over her heart.
But as the alien world regains hope because of her, she must fight for her planet as the alien she finally gave her heart and mind to might end up destroying everything she loves and stands for: earth.

Imagine being sent to kill the most ‘unkillable’ man in the underworld—The Big Bad Alpha.
If you fail, he kills you without mercy. And everyone else who ever tried failed. How then can you, a lone female assassin, kill this monster?

You decide to do it against all odds but when you get there, BOOM! The deadliest Alpha alive is your mate.

✧✧✧

Wayne Knight stepped into the room and Olive's heart thudded loudly. He was the most powerful Alpha in the country, and she was sent to assassinate him. But she failed and was caught, which meant he would not have any mercy on her. He was going to kill her mercilessly and ruthlessly.

But why was she loving the scent of him since he stepped into the room?

Why did she love his gaze on her despite being scared?

And why was he not breaking his eye contact with her ever since he entered the room?

Well, her wolf growled her the answer to all her questions...“MATE.”

Ivy went home only to find the man she devoted her whole life to cheating with her elder sister. It was supposed to be their wedding day and he didn't show up,breaking his promise after making her give up on her career. Heartbroken, she found solace in the bar and she met someone in her drunken state.
The next morning, she had no way to return home because she was now homeless. She pleaded with the one who helped her to take her in, but he refused. Then it struck her.
"I heard you are looking for a wife over the phone. Let's get married, she proposed.
A few weeks later, the media were surprise to see a once famous actress with a renowned billionaire, leading to interviews. Mr. Zack Anderson, usually dismissive of reporters, seemed different that day.
"Mr. Zack Anderson, did the once famous actress seduce you for personal gain?"
"Who has the right to seduce me other than my wife?" he replied, and someone in his living room stood up.
"She married my uncle."