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I clicked the anonymous link, and my world shattered. There was my perfect fiancé, in a live stream, entangled with the woman who was supposed to be my maid of honor—my best friend.
He was the hero who donated his bone marrow to save my life. Now, he was defiling our future marriage bed in the most vile betrayal. I thought this was their twisted idea of a game, until I dug deeper and uncovered the truth: our "fateful" connection three years ago was nothing but a calculated lie.
My savior, my soulmate, the father of my child... it was all a facade. Now, I've vanished into the night, carrying a secret they know nothing about—his child. Their little show was just the beginning.
My revenge? It's just getting started.

On his deathbed, my husband Marcus confessed he'd swapped our baby with his mistress Chloe's seventeen years ago. Staring at his tearful, repentant face, I barely held back a laugh—I'd uncovered this secret sixteen years prior. I'd quietly swapped my real daughter back, sending his bastard to her cruel biological mother. Seventeen years of patience wasn't weakness, but waiting for the perfect moment. Now he's dying, Chloe's panicking, and my half-lifetime revenge? It's only just starting…

My husband pushed me down the stairs when I was three months pregnant.

I thought it was his bipolar disorder acting up again. The doctors said he couldn't control himself. So I forgave him—just like I'd forgiven the cigarette burns, the broken ribs, and all those nights he choked me unconscious.

Then I lost our baby.

And overheard him on the phone: "The bitch deserved it. If she hadn't stopped me three years ago, Elena would be mine."

That's when I realized—he was never sick. He'd been torturing me on purpose for three years.

Punishing me because I "made him lose" the woman he loved.

So I signed the divorce papers and walked away without looking back.

On the twenty-first night of insomnia, I ordered a beastman at 3 AM.

The ad was ridiculously over-the-top—gentle, considerate, perfect at housework, and could even cure anxiety and insomnia. The girls in the reviews said their lives transformed overnight, work stress just... gone.

I was dead tired, eyes barely staying open. Just glanced at the photo and hit purchase. Golden hair, amber eyes, two cute little fangs when he smiled—looked sweet.

Pink option looked prettier than blue. Done.

I didn't catch the tiny line of text flashing at the bottom: Grade A Product - Adults Only - Full Intimate Services

Three days later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to boxes way bigger than I'd expected.

Way bigger.

My name is Ivy, and I’m 18. My best friend’s father, Sebastian Blackwood, a Harvard law professor, is mature, cold, and authoritative. He’s been the centerpiece of every fantasy I’ve had since puberty.

Those nights, I toss and turn under the covers, imagining his fingers slipping into my wet, hot va*na, imagining his cok thrusting into me hard, driving me to the edge of climax.

I know it’s wrong. He’s off-limits.

But every time he looks at me, those deep, piercing eyes seem to strip away my clothes, staring straight at my most secret places. My heart races out of control, my body burns with heat.

I don’t want to just be his “good girl.”

I want to be claimed by him, completely, destructively.

During this 30-day seaside vacation, I’ll make him see that I’m no longer a little girl.

My body is wet for him, my soul burns for him.

Sebastian, will you resist, or will you pin me down and fu*k me hard?

For as long as I could remember, I had lived under the protection of Casper, Julian, and Rowan.
I took their affection for granted, never expecting that their deep devotion would suddenly curdle into something unrecognizable.
When Elara, a new intern, crashed into our lives, they defended and favored her at every turn. They handed over my hard work on a silver platter, painting me as nothing more than a spoiled, unreasonable princess.
On a night of torrential rain, stranded on the highway and enduring excruciating pain, I begged them for help time and time again. All I received were scoldings and dismissals.
It turned out that their so-called "doing what's best for me" was just a cold war, a calculated cruelty designed to force my head down.
I stopped crying and begging. I signed my resignation letter, returned everything they had ever given me, and agreed to an arranged marriage far away in Italy.
This absurd farce, started by them, would be ended by my own hands.

I’d spent four years slaving away in the hospital basement sorting medical waste.
I thought I’d finally scraped together enough money to pay for my brother Leo’s brain damage treatment.
But he just took the card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“I got better ages ago. That lousy little paycheck of yours? I blew it on a necklace for Victoria.”
My husband David pushed open the study door. “That story about me going bankrupt and losing my board seat? Total lie. Victoria and I have been together for a year.”
“We planned that whole thing together—sending you down to the basement to pick through trash.”
My parents held out an organ donor agreement in front of me. “That waste disposal job? Victoria got it for you. Her kidney match results came back. You’re the only match. Sign this, and you can still be our daughter.”
Victoria walked in, holding a little boy’s hand. It was Eli—my son, the one I’d thought died in that car crash four years ago.
He stared at me with this cold, disgusted look, like I was a stranger. “Mom, is this ugly lady gonna give you her kidney?”
I pulled the physical exam report I’d gotten a week ago out of my pocket.
Late-stage osteosarcoma. They said I only had ten days left to live.
Counting today,I had three days left.

I loved Lia Rockefeller for ten years, and it cost me everything.
When she said the cheerleaders were ganging up on her, I charged in and took the punches for her.
When she cried that her stepsister would ruin her at Yale, I tore up my acceptance letter right then and there.
When she held me tight in the middle of the night and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you"—I thought it meant forever.
Three months later, I overheard her laughing in the locker room—laughing at me.
"Ian's like a lapdog. So easy to play. Now that Yale spot's open, Emmett can go with me instead."
The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces? Just tools to control me—to keep me loyal while she slept with her side piece.
She thought I'd still take a punch for her, even with a broken nose.
She thought I'd never wake up.
I'm awake now.
In her stepsister Serena's bed.

I'm Nora. Size 18. Transferred to my fourth school in four years. And on my very first day, the hottest guy in class leaned over and told me my seat had a weight limit.
That was Ethan Cross. Lacrosse captain, sharp jaw, zero empathy. He made it his personal mission to remind me I was fat — in the hallway, at lunch, in gym class, wherever he could get a laugh.
Then I found his sketchbook.
He'd left it open in the art room. I should've walked away. I didn't. I turned the page, and there I was — my body, my face, my hands — drawn over and over like he couldn't stop.
None of it was a joke. None of it was ugly.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with that?

Seven years ago, I staged an affair to set him free, letting him believe I'd betrayed him for money. Now he's back—a celebrated music director, weeks away from his engagement—and I'm just the cleaning woman kneeling at his feet.
"You know this cleaning woman?" someone whispered.
"Seven years, and look how far you've fallen," he said, his voice cold as ice.
I kept my head down, tugging my sleeve over the needle marks the chemo had left behind.
He still thinks I cheated for the money.
He has no idea what it actually cost me to give him this life.

This was my 43rd time proposing to Isaac, and once again, he turned me down.
Then I spotted the black lace peeking out from his bag.
"My lab partner's on her period. I bought them for her."
The genius said it without a hint of guilt—even had the nerve to say I was being unreasonable.
We argued, and I stormed out, only to end up in a brutal car accident."
Bleeding on the asphalt, I used my last bit of strength to call him.
His response was ice-cold:
"A crash just thirty minutes after you left? Jane, your act is getting pathetic."
The moment he hung up, something broke—and not just my leg.
Seven years of delusion shattered with it.
When I woke up, I accepted my childhood friend's proposal.

Dumped by her groom publicly, Luna married his uncle—Theodore, a business tycoon.
Hatred? Revenge? Or his long-planning?

Wedding night, he handed over a contract. “Nice doing business with you, my wife.”
When her down-and-out ex begged for a second chance? Luna smirked, swirling wine. “I'm Luna Carter, your new aunt—and the new owner of the Davis's enterprise.”

When billionaire heiress Ruth Keen falls for a gorgeous, supposedly broke college student, she hides her identity and plays the role of an ordinary girl to win his heart. Marriage comes fast, life is sweet, and everything seems perfect — until she discovers her impoverished husband is actually Matthew Lynes, a powerful tycoon who’s been outplaying her from the start.

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

"I fell in love with a stranger. I didn't know he was my brother."
When I first saw Victor, I didn't see a sibling. I saw a man who set my skin on fire. I saw a pair of dark eyes that reflected my own soul. Our attraction wasn't just a choice—it was a gravity I couldn't escape. For weeks, we existed in a fever dream of late nights and whispered promises, building a future on a foundation I never knew was forbidden.
Then the truth came out. One old photograph, a single name, and my world shattered.
Now, the touch that felt like heaven feels like a sin. But how do you stop your heart from beating for the one person you were never supposed to touch?

My name is Damian Lemaître.

In my past life, I was Serafina Camarilla's lapdog for ten years, being drained of my life, used, and squeezed dry of my last bit of value.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the scene of the blood pact ceremony. She sat on the high seat, waiting for me to kneel down and swear the oath with the same excitement as in my previous life.

"Damian Flamel, are you willing?"

"No."

The day I signed the divorce papers, Ethan Frost lit up the night sky with thousands of drones spelling out, ‘Vivian Moore, I love you.’ The whole city celebrated his new romance.
On our daughter, Sophie’s birthday, he watched coldly as Vivian’s daughter snatched away her favorite Elsa princess cake—and didn’t even blink when I was shoved down the stairs. Bleeding and trembling, I looked up to see him tenderly massaging Vivian’s feet.
But what truly shattered me was the day Sophie struggled in the pool—Ethan held me back, eyes dark, roaring, “What do you want?”
Later, he scrambled to Sophie’s photo on his knees, crying “Where’s Sophie? Bring her out.” While I only felt absurd, I smiled through my tears “you will never see Sophie again—ever.”

In my past life, when the apocalypse broke out, I braved the pressure and opened the fortress gates to take in my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, who had nowhere else to go.
They shoved my wife and me straight into a horde of zombies.
My wife and I were reborn seven days before the apocalypse. I turned my head and saw the same fear and coldness surging in her eyes as mine:
"This time, don't open the door."
"Never." I smiled coldly.
Not only would I keep the door shut—I would watch with my own eyes as those bloodsucking ingrates, who had drained me dry in my past life, were slowly devoured by hunger and despair right outside the gate.

On the execution platform, my noble and beautiful wife used her dagger to carve open my chest.
My nominal adopted son pressed a red-hot iron into my skin, branding me with the "F"-class mark of the lowest outcast, draining my transcendent bloodline dry.
"The Storm Kingdom has no use for a cripple with zero beast-spirit affinity. You belong rotting in the abyss!"
They cut the chains and kicked me into the Black Abyss—a place from which no one returns—then turned to carve up my throne.
They thought I was as good as dead.
They had no idea that the deepest darkness of that abyss harbored the most terrifying ancient demon in existence.
Two weeks later, as they raised their glasses to toast the new king's coronation, I kicked down the castle gates, wielding the ember-fire of annihilation and a tide of ten thousand beasts.
Looking down at the woman who once stood so high above me, now groveling in the mud and begging for mercy, I tossed the bloodstained broken blade onto the hem of her dress:
"Remember this forever—it was you who took a nobody you crushed beneath your feet and turned him into a king you'll kneel before and never win back. Now, hand over your lives."

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.

Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.

I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.

The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.

I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."

"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"

Her footsteps retreated.

Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.

Until my breathing stopped completely.

To rescue her younger brother, Molly was compelled to take her stepsister Kylie's place in an arranged marriage to the ruthless Alpha King. Unbeknownst to her, numerous dangers lay ahead.

The Alpha King, known as the most arrogant, cold-hearted, and powerful werewolf in the kingdom, agreed to the marriage because he needed to find his fated mate—a mate prophesied to save him from his uncontrollable rage. He never anticipated that he would gradually fall for this gentle omega girl.

Under the glow of the moon, Ryder, the Lycan king of the Star Blood Pack,has been searching for his destined mate.

For years, he has traveled the land, following every whisper, every rumor, and every hint that might lead him to the one who will complete him. As the supreme leader of the Greenwood, Moonlight, and Shadow packs, Ryder's authority is unquestioned. But without his mate, he feels incomplete.

Meanwhile, Crystal, a werewolf without abilities, lives a life akin to human. She has endured isolation. Her fate takes a drastic turn when she discovers her mate - only to be met with rejection.

"I, Beta George of the Moonlight pack hereby reject you, Crystal," he declares, his voice cutting deep.

But Crystal's life is far from over. Her path intersects with Ryder's and their lives become forever entwined. As Ryder discovers his mate has been rejected, he vowed to claim her.

However, their love is threatened by dark forces. A ruthless adversary, driven by a lust for power, seeks to destroy the balance between packs. Ryder and Crystal must battle their enemies to stay together.

As tensions rise, secrets unfold;

*A traitor lurks within Ryder's inner circle.
*Crystal's true nature holds more significance than she knows.
*An ancient prophecy foretells a catastrophic future

Never trust a man, unless he is hot!!...

“If you are Proserpina, then who is she?” The mystery man asked me, pointing over to the girl behind my uncle.
“Time to play you.” She mouthed the words and smirked with those evil eyes at me in a haunting way sending a chill through my spine.
I know that face and the identity of the imposter—
Justina-the bitch!
*
Two brothers, Hades and Vlad.
One is destined to protect her!
The other is born to destroy her!!
Both are fated with a broken human princess Proserpina, trapped in a gilded cage.
*
I could feel his cold breath settling on the back of my neck and deadly fangs scraping against my flesh. “Try running again, Princess, and I will trap you forever inside the darkest coffin of my lair. Your fate is sealed with me in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle goes on. My wounded butterfly!”
“NO!” I screamed in fear.
“Proserpina! It's just a nightmare!” Hades pulled me in his arms to protect me from my nightmares, caressing my scars as if feeling the pain which they conceal.
“It felt so real as if it had happened before. In the past! His shadow will trap me, again!”
“Then let him try. I’ll hunt him down the darkest corners of the World’s end if I have to, and then I’ll kill him in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle decides to kick his ass and let him rot in purgatory. My wild Raven!” Hades’s wolf Cerberus growled.
*
Proserpina is tired of waiting for her prince to save her, so she decides to escape at the first chance. She is saved by a mysterious and cursed werewolf prince Hades from the blood-sucking predators. Their fates get intertwined and take them on a journey through the dark and haunted woods of Carpathians ranges infested by the predators of the night, The Shadows. If Prince Hades will be able to save Proserpina or will she be trapped forever in the dark depths of the lair of vampire Prince Vlad?
(The prologue was written by the 3rd POV, and later chapters were written by the 1st POV.)

The damaged school bully is fighting to become my protector mate…

Clyde is no ordinary wolf-shifter.
Arrogant. Brutal. Infuriatingly hot.
He’s everything I hate… so why can’t I get him out of my mind?

He tried to bully me into submission.
I stood up for myself and didn’t back down.
It turns out I have in-demand powers and a destiny I’ve never known.
That only made him more hungry to claim me.

It was fated for me to venture into the woods alone that night.
To be brought deep into harm’s way.
Clyde swooped in to fiercely protect me and save me from certain death.

Watching him shift into that powerful beast I knew he’d keep me safe.
But he’s not the only alpha who wants to claim me.
The rival pack leader is an unforgettable face from my past who will also stop at nothing to make me his own.
Only destiny can reveal who is truly my fated mate.

Princess Hazel lost everything in one night—her parents, her pack, her crown. Dragged into the Dark Shadow Pack in chains, she expects torture and death.
What she doesn’t expect is the monster behind the mask… and the moment his eyes meet hers, the Alpha King goes pale with one impossible truth:

“There’s no way she’s my mate.”

Damien is the faceless tyrant every pack fears—ruthless, untouchable, and rumored to kill for sport. Hazel swears she’d rather die than bow to him.
So he breaks her instead.
He locks her away. Forces wolfsbane down her throat to suppress her wolf. Makes her watch as her remaining pack members are whipped and fed poison… until she finally gives in to save them.

“Be my sex slave,” he says. “And I’ll let them live.”
Hazel agrees—only to learn Damien never intended to set anyone free.
But Hazel isn’t just a captive princess.

"How can he be my mate!" Octavia shouted and held her head angrily.
"No, it can't be. Why me? I don't like the Royal family," Octavia screamed, her heart heavy...


Alpha Xander is a wealthy and powerful werewolf who leads the Litha Wolf Pack. On his first day at school, he discovers his mate, Octavia. Overwhelmed by his emotions, he impulsively confesses his feelings to her.
However, she immediately rejects him due to her love for someone else and her deep-rooted hatred for royals. Octavia's parents had a difficult time living in the human world, and her father faced punishment after refusing to engage in a sexual encounter with the queen. Sadly, Octavia lost her father during this ordeal, which solidified her belief that royals are cruel and heartless. Consequently, she adamantly avoids any involvement with them.

Despite Octavia's rejection, Xander persists in pursuing her, causing her to contemplate an escape plan. However, before she can put her plan into action, Alpha Xander marks her...

The enmity between the Redmoon pack and Silvermoon pack has been going on for over a century now.

The war was expected to end or at least subside after both Alpha's find out that they were fated to be mates but to everyone's surprise, the opposite happens.

Kira and Damien hate each other, so much so that they will never accept that they're fated to be together and will fight against their fate.

Damien already has who he loves and is unwilling to let her go for a nonchalant, hothead that happens to also happen to be an enemy.

Kira, as much as she always wished to meet her mate, hates the thought of ever being with an arrogant and rude man like Alpha Damien and to top it off, he's the enemy.

They're always brought together by one thing or the other. Can they really fight their fate and stay as enemies or will their fate get the best of them?

"You are a long way from home, little wolf."
"Stay back, I am not afraid of you."
"Oh but you should be wolf, I can be your worst nightmare." He took a step closer and that was when it hit him; the scent of her blood.

Aliyah has passed through three mating seasons but she was still left without a mate. Being the only child of the alpha, everyone was looking forward to who her mate would be as he would be the next alpha of their pack. But she seemed to have let everyone down while the moon goddess has forgotten her.
Not wanting to accept her fate, Aliyah sneaks out every night to different packs searching for the wolf worthy enough to be her mate while avoiding their nemesis; The Nightwalkers.

Prince Edward suddenly awoke from his slumber to find his mate, but he was not prepared for what was in store for him.

“You don't like me. You still like her”, I say with tears streaming down my cheeks.

When he sees my tears, the gold rings in his eyes appear even darker and more magnificent than before.

“My wolf likes you. Hell, he wants to mate you right here right now”. His raspy breath hits my lips as he gets closer. “He wants to mark you, right here”. He kisses a spot on my neck, just below my ear, making me moan instantly.

“Then what is the problem?”

One minute he wants me, the next he pushes me away like I'm poison.

“It's just that I don't want you”


Taylor is a lone wolf inside and out. When she finally found her mate, Roman, he refused her. There was also no way she could take over her father's position as royal beta. This is a critical time of tension between werewolves and their enemies vampires, they need a royal beta, so they held the Royal Beta Contest - and she would be the prize for the winner. A marked mate.

Her mate left her, and twelve more wolves came. These 12 wolves come from 12 different packs all around the world. Who will win her, and who will she choose?

Maya is riding high after finally becoming a member of the pack. On that fateful night, the best and worst things happen to her. Not only does she turn into a wolf, but she finds her mate. None other than the pack’s nomad alpha, Luke. He doesn’t want her as his mate. All he's ever needed was his bike and the freedom of the open road—until Maya. Luke knows he's made a mistake by rejecting Maya. Nothing else matters to him. Each time he visits the pack he hopes to see her, but she's perfected the art of avoiding him—until he decides to stay. Maya wants to stay mad at Luke to protect herself, but with every passing day she learns more about their aloof alpha. She wants to give herself to him completely, but will she be risking more than her body? He left once. He rejected her once. He’d been cruel. Is there any chance that he's really changed?

"Are you sure you want this?" She nodded unable to speak even if she wanted to, her brain so overloaded with lust.

My brain must be malfunctioning too, I can't believe I am breaking all the rules by taking her now, before the games. Taking her this way could result in my own lashing or worse. I knew the rules, but any punishment would be worth having her.

"I need to hear you say it beautiful."

"Yes, Lucas please take me." Her voice is borderline begging, I can smell her sweet arousal perfuming the room.

It’s like my body refuses to stop even though I know I should.


Captured and taken far from her home along with fifty other women, she is thrust into a whole new world.

Leaving her beloved hometown and familiar life, she entered an unknown adventure, but she was attracted by two dangerous men. Their similar eyes looked at me with desire and love, and I was lost in this erotic game.

Who's my partner? I seem to feel the burning gaze.

His pupils dilate and my mouth goes dry with the contact. Why am I so drawn to these two men, men who took me and will probably hurt me? Why do I suddenly feel safe when their eyes are on me? I have officially lost my mind.

Warning: this book contains strong, sexual content and strong language.

"I want to find those truly responsible and make them pay for my death," I said when he remained silent.
"I want Silas to know he made a mistake when he burned me at that stake and I want that knowledge to torment him for the rest of his life," I commented as I shuffled on my feet, uncomfortable at how Gary stared at me almost as though he was staring into my soul.


Happily mated and Luna of the Nightshade pack, Elara Gremond is living the life every other female wolf has ever dreamed of. Everything is going well for her until her pack is attacked and she is accused of aiding the rogues.
Distraught, Elara tries to make her mate, Silas, see reason but he is blinded by the evidence before him and sentences her to be burned at the stake. Elara believes that was her end but fate seems to have other plans for her as she is reborn as Scarlett, a lone wolf.
Triggered by the memories of her past life, Scarlett returns to the Nightshade pack to find out those who had framed her and get revenge on them and her former mate Silas.
Silas, however, finds that the new pack member reminds him of his dead mate and he can't help but feel attracted to her despite all his attempts.
What happens when there are more forces at play than Silas and Scarlett could have ever imagined? Will Scarlett let go of her hatred for Silas and build a new life with him or would she let rage and revenge destroy her? Join them as they unravel the web of lies, deceit, and love.

"Listen to everyone present here! You need to know that Isabella is my lover. She is the reincarnation of my lover in the past. Isabella is the incarnation of Elara. So it is absolutely not appropriate for her to be engaged and even marry my brother Ethan. Isabella is mine and still is mine completely. She will marry only me.

"Huh?" I was wide-eyed.

Meanwhile, Ethan immediately became furious after being surprised by the words that Lucas had said which were beyond common sense. Ethan felt angry because perhaps he really didn't want his younger brother to suddenly announce something like that in public. Ethan, who didn't accept it, immediately threw his grip off my shoulders. Then he walked up to the podium to approach Lucas.


Isabella is an omega from Crystal Lake Pack. As an omega, Isabella has a hard life. She is always looked down upon and often ignored by her pack members. However, Isabella has a sincere and loving heart. In her simple life, she never expected to meet someone who would change everything.

One day, Isabella meets Ethan, the Alpha of Storm Ridge Pack. Ethan is a strong and authoritative figure, but behind his strong appearance, he has a gentle heart. Their first meeting occurs at an inter-pack gathering. Isabella’s simplicity and kindness captivate Ethan, while Isabella feels a strong connection between them.

However, their happiness does not last long. On their engagement day, in front of the entire pack, Lucas appears. Lucas declares Isabella is his mate. This revelation shocks everyone, including Ethan and Isabella.

What will happen next in Isabella's story?

"I should have known you were like this, Olivia. You're so... disgusting, I think it's time for us to end,"
"No, Lucas, no..."
Lucas looked at me coldly and said the words that broke my heart, "I, Lucas Mason of Shadowclaw Pack, reject you, Olivia Furlong of Bloodmoon Pack."
"You are no longer my Luna," Lucas said, turning and leaving.
I looked helplessly at the door, tears blurring my vision.


My marriage was the outcome of a Pack alliance, and though Lucas and I weren't Fate Mates, our life together was fairly content.
However, on the day of our wedding anniversary, I was framed for infidelity, and Lucas was furious to reject me.
As I left, bewildered and heartbroken, I unexpectedly ran into my stepsister, revealing her as the mastermind behind it all. She ruthlessly plunged a silver dagger into me and I died in pain.
But the story didn't end there. The Moon Goddess granted me a second chance! This time, I won't allow my stepsister's schemes to succeed, nor will I ever let myself get close to Lucas again.
Little did I know that this new life would be filled with unexpected twists and turns...

I’m a convenience store owner.

When the acid rain apocalypse hit, it ate through metal, wrecked power, and turned clean food and water into currency.

Last time, I made one mistake: I opened my door to my ex, Claire Voss, and her lover, Derek Hale. They didn’t come for shelter—they came for my stash. The blade in my abdomen taught me what mercy buys in a broken world. I killed them, but as my vision faded, the radio crackled with one final update: the disaster was ending.

Day thirty. I didn’t live to see morning.

Then I woke up—one week before it began.

This time I do only one thing: lock myself in my underground storage room with exactly thirty days of food and water, and wait for the rain to stop.

But Claire is hoarding again, louder than ever—embezzling money, emptying my shelves, trying to starve me in the first week so I’ll crawl back begging.

That’s when it hits me:

She thinks the apocalypse lasts forever.

She has no idea it only lasts thirty days.

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

23-year-old Wren Vessylia, a fox shifter, has only known pain all her life. Hunted, sold, beaten, and tortured. So, when one day she is sold to an Alpha who uses her as leverage for the powerful Alpha Cassian Knight, Wren realizes her life is about to change drastically when Alpha Cassian Knight claims her as his.

Foxes and wolves are never meant to mix; their union is seen as unholy and impure. A forbidden attraction blooms between Cassian and Wren, one that only spells doom.

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"That's the problem, Wren. You don’t listen. You don’t go around chasing rogue wolves. You’re reckless and stubborn.”

I took a step closer, something in his tone igniting a spark of defiance in me. "And you hate that, don't you?"

"I don't hate it." His voice was lower now, rough. "It just scares me."

The honesty in his words caught me off guard. My heart pounded.

My fingers twitched at my sides, aching to touch him, to close the space between us.

Cassian exhaled sharply. "You drive me insane, Wren. I can't explain it."

And before I could stop myself, before I could think better of it, I surged forward and kissed him.

Cassian froze for half a second before he responded, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me against him. I pressed my hands on his rock-hard chest.

I slid my hands down his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle, the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. Cassian's breath hitched, his grip on me tightening.

"Wren," he murmured against my lips, his voice strained.

I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to think. I didn't care if it was right or wrong.

But Cassian pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, his breath coming fast. "We need to slow down."

I met his gaze, my own breath just as unsteady. "Do we?"

His fingers brushed against my jaw, a soft contrast to the heat between us. "Yes." He exhaled. "Because when I finally have you, Wren, I'm not stopping."

A shiver ran down my spine at the promise in his voice.

"I don't want you to stop, Cassian."

Married for years. Hidden for years. A wife no one knew existed.
The day the doctors said terminal, her husband named a skyscraper after himself and his mistress. The city cheered. Then he called — not to ask if she was okay, but to order her to clean up the scandal. Smile. Swallow it.
She did. She always did.
The hospital called. Emergency surgery. He hung up. Blocked the number.
She went under the knife alone. No hand to hold. No one outside that door. As the anesthesia dragged her down, one thought lingered — if she died tonight, would he even know?
She didn't die. But something in her did.
Divorce papers signed. No tears. No begging. Gone.
Years later, her name lit up every headline — the visionary AI architect behind a global tech revolution. The world couldn't stop saying her name.
He came crawling back. Apologies. Grand gestures. Begging outside her door for hours. His empire meant nothing now. Every achievement tasted like ash. That skyscraper mocked him against the skyline every single day.
She looked at him the way you look at a stranger.
"Do I know you?"
And walked away. Not once looking back.

Blurb: I never thought I’d find myself trapped in a gilded cage, but Damon Blackwell made me an offer I couldn’t refuse—a year of my life for my brother’s freedom. Cold, ruthless, and impossibly handsome, Damon promised me the world in public while stripping me of my dignity in private. What started as a marriage of convenience quickly became a battlefield of power, secrets, and shattered trust.

But I’m not the kind of woman who breaks easily. I walked away, determined to reclaim my life and my dreams, leaving Damon and his cruel games behind. Or so I thought.

Now, he’s back, tearing down the walls I’ve built, swearing he’s changed. He says he loves me. He says he regrets everything.

But how can I believe the man who destroyed me? And why does my heart betray me every time he’s near?

Just when I think I have all the answers, Damon reveals one final secret—one that could change everything between us forever.

And this time, walking away might not be an option.

“…I am sure when we spoke on the phone, this purpose wasn't suggested. You did not say wanted to meet me to end the marriage, therefore I did not say I will be here to help in doing that.

"Then why did you come?" She asked calmly.

“What reason should a man have to see his fiance, Adele? I am here to see you to get to know you more.”

He loved her more than anything else in his life, he desired her and he got her, but circumstances and responsibilities did not let him keep her long.

As the days went by, they only grew apart. A pregnancy was lost as well. What will he do to keep his family together especially when his darling wife decides to leave the house and requests for a divorce.

Will he keep staring at the divorce papers every day and not sign them? Or will he sign and finally set her free?

Read to find out if the billionaire finally brings his family together again and how...

“You want one hundred thousand dollars for your body, fine. Produce me an heir within six months and the money is yours when the baby is born.” The coldness in his voice sends a shiver up my spine. “Are you serious?” “Yes.” “B-but what about the other part of my request?” I stammer out. “What other part?” he asks with his eyebrow raised. I clutch the contract close to my chest. “The part where I get to leave. If I have your baby, Ansel, can I take the money and walk away?” When I was bought at an auction by my ex-boyfriend whom I hadn’t seen for many years, he signed a contract with me, as long as I gave birth to him a child, I could get the money and leave. but after I gave birth, he regretted it.

Aviena Carrinuevo, a famous celebrity. A star that always shines through the darkest night. The star that everyone likes but what happens when the star started to dim?

When her career started to turn upside down because of one scandal, her sister slash manager made her marry the hot billionaire that has the power to control the industry she was in.

Brandy: 

My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. 

Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. 

We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose my weight. Once again I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way. 

Storm: 

I always knew my father would pick my wife, but her! She is the worst he could do. She is fat, always eating, and messy. She can’t do anything right, but why is my wife suddenly all I am thinking about? Why am I stroking myself in the shower with only her image bringing me release? I don’t want her but I can’t stay away. There is something about her that will soon drive me crazy but I will resist by all means. I have to.