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She thought his heart belonged to her, but he chose her sister.
Adriana Nox found her sister moaning beneath the man she was supposed to announce a relationship with that night.
The strong Adriana Nox broke at that moment and never healed.
She watched the man she had ever loved exchange vows with her sister— a disaster she never imagined would happen.
Not only was she betrayed by the ones she loved, but declared a villain and cast away by the same people she trusted.
But Adriana swore never to go down into the pit of fire alone. She would drag everyone down with her, including her beloved sister and the love of her life.

“I found myself craving the one man who was never mine,” Caterina scoffed, her breath brushing his skin. His stoic expression faltered.

“They call it sin… but if this is hell, I’ll gladly burn for you.”

After her marriage fell apart, Caterina returned—divorced, ashamed, and drawn to the man she should never want. Her stepfather.

He was everything meant to repel her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

Yet in his silence, she found protection. In his eyes, she saw the man no one else dared to see.

They called it a sin.

But nothing had ever felt more right.

This isn’t just a story of forbidden love. It’s about survival, betrayal, and a passion that defied fate itself.

Will Caterina and Dante fight for what they share—or lose everything to it?

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

I came across a viral local post while scrolling through my phone.

LIVE: My fiancée is cheating on me. I’m in her house right now. Should I end her for good?

When I tapped into the post, what I read made the blood in my veins turn to ice in an instant.

I put a monitoring app on her phone. I’ve been listening for almost two weeks, and every single day she’s on the line with some random guy, flirting and talking dirty. She says yes to marrying me to my face, but she’s been cuckolding me behind my back. Tell me, bros—does this bitch deserve to die?

The comment section below had completely spiraled out of control. Hundreds of replies were all outright egging him on, not a single person telling him to stop. Every line oozed with the vicious glee of people who lived for drama and cared nothing for the consequences.

Hell yeah she does. You got cucked this hard, why keep her around?
Bro, stop all talk and no action. Go live, we’ll send you gifts. Rape her first, then kill her if you’ve got the balls.
You in Haicheng? Drop the address. Me and the boys will come over and help you out. My fists are itching for a fight anyway.
Pfft, and I thought you were tough. You’re already in her house and still dragging your feet? I bet you don’t even have the guts to kill a dog.

My fingers were shaking violently. Driven by a sick, twisting dread, I tapped into the poster’s profile—and with just one glance, every hair on my body stood on end.

This account belonged to Xiao Ming, the blind date my relatives had forced on me when I went home for the Lunar New Year.

His entire profile was filled with posts about me, spanning a full two weeks, starting the very day we’d met for that blind date.

He’d taken secret photos of me, paired with captions full of disgusting, delusional ramblings:

My fiancée went on a date with me today. She wore a white blouse with the neckline open so low, it’s obvious she was trying to seduce me.
She told me she works the front desk at a hotel. That’s her way of hinting I should take her to a room for the night. All women say one thing and mean another.
She says she has a boyfriend, but it’s just playing hard to get. She’s been dying to marry me this whole time.

But I’d said it loud and clear, right in front of the matchmaker, on the very day of that blind date: I’d been in a committed relationship with my boyfriend for three years.

That blind date was nothing more than a way to appease my family. I’d been polite but distant the entire time, and I hadn’t even accepted a single glass of water from him.

As for that nonsense about a hotel room? It was complete and utter garbage. I’d only casually mentioned that my job was working the front desk at a hotel, nothing more.

Just as a bone-deep chill washed over me, the post refreshed. A new line had been added to the main post, timestamped just three seconds earlier:

Truth is, I’m hiding in her house right now. She’s lying in bed scrolling through her phone, and she has no idea she’s already dead meat.

The very second that line finished loading, a clear, soft rustle of fabric came from the wardrobe right behind me.

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.

The invincible Dragon Lord Kane returns from the Northern Frontier, only to find his daughter caged and his pianist wife trapped in a luxury lounge. He chains her in pain, summons 10,000 elite soldiers to rush her performance, while hidden demon forces creep in to destroy his family.

I thought my husband was my salvation.
Until I overheard him in the wine cellar, laughing and joking with my "attackers" from that night.
The gang rape that destroyed me was a show he orchestrated himself.

He married me only for inheritance rights.
He humiliated me, branded me, took away my child, and made my life a living hell.
But he forgot one thing—
The ancient blood oath of the Corleone family states clearly:
If a husband betrays his marriage, everything he owns shall belong to his wife.

This time, I'm no longer the rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.
This time, I write the ending.

I was at my favorite artist's concert, phone up, recording the Kiss Cam segment. My boyfriend Mason said he was three hours away having dinner at his parents' house and couldn't make it, even sent me a selfie as proof.

Then the Kiss Cam found him.

On the giant screen, Mason wore the exact same gray vintage rock tee and black ripped jeans from his "family dinner photo," his arm around a blonde girl with her head on his shoulder.

The arena erupted: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

He looked like he'd seen a ghost, frantically trying to block the camera.

My phone's location alert read: "Mason is nearby (0.1 miles)."

Three years of us, exposed as a massive lie in front of thousands of cheering strangers.

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...

In the apocalyptic freeze, temperatures plummeted to seventy below zero. The earth was encased in ice, and ice beasts roamed everywhere.

I risked my life to scavenge for food, covered in wounds, enduring cold and hunger, leaving all our meager supplies for my parents and brother.

I thought blood was thicker than water, that all the suffering and hardship was worth it.

But I never imagined that when our resources ran out, the family I'd protected with my life would reveal their true beastly nature. They ambushed and knocked me unconscious, tied me to an ice pillar, planning to use me as food rations—to eat me alive.

At the moment of near death, the ice jade my grandfather left me suddenly shattered. I awakened top-tier ice abilities, commanding frost and snow, controlling the extreme cold.

My kindness had been frozen to death by the bitter cold. Family meant nothing.

Those who betrayed me, deceived me, and tried to eat me—I wouldn't spare a single one.

I got dragged online by one of my lead devs.

He claimed my "Incubation Project" was a gilded cage—a trap to exploit the team and steal their personal IPs.

The truth?

I funded it out of my own pocket.

Selected candidates would get a $50,000 no-strings-attached seed fund, plus full Ivy League tuition reimbursement. It was 100% voluntary, with zero penalties for opting out.

Since the internet decided I was a toxic capitalist monopolizing their creativity, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I fired off a company-wide memo:

[To protect your creative freedom from capitalist exploitation, the $50,000 Incubation Fund is permanently abolished, effective immediately.]

[As an alternative, the monthly education allowance for all employees is now a $15 reimbursement for basic coding courses.]

The moment the memo dropped, the employees who were counting on that $50k to pay off student loans or change their lives completely lost it.

Now, they're swarming right outside my glass office door, eyes red, begging me to reinstate the program.

A past generations’ wrongful case makes Julian mistake innocent Sienna for his foe’s daughter. Exploiting her crush, he ruins her Cambridge dream on graduation night, destroying her family. For five years, Sienna works in a sleazy club to fund her sick mother’s care.
Their unexpected reunion leaves Julian torn between disgust and secret affection. When the truth surfaces, consumed by regret, he cancels his wedding and spends all his wealth to atone. Yet Sienna’s love is long gone. After settling her family with his money, she leaves forever.

My beast companions are in the middle of my medicinal soak when a soft, dramatic little "ow" drifts in from outside.

Vex, my wolfkin companion, drops my leg. Brom, the bearkin, jerks his hand and a fortune's worth of elixir spills into the water.

They crash through the floor-to-ceiling window and bolt outside without a single glance back — all for some ordinary girl.

I'm still staring at the broken glass when a stream of glowing blue text pops up out of nowhere.

[The main character Ivy literally fake-tripped in the garden and these two idiots jumped out a window for her!]
[Honestly, the original side character Lillia had it so rough. Backstabbed by her own companions, dies a miserable death, and they end up in Ivy's entourage…]
[And she never even figures out what's happening. Just suffers through the whole thing without a clue.]

I read through all of it, and one thought slowly rises: seriously?

If my companions won't behave, just get new ones. Simple.

I go straight to my mom, and before I've even finished talking, she's already pulling me toward the door.

"Any beast that turns on its master isn't worth keeping. Come on, baby — let's go pick you out some new ones. Mom's paying, so make it the most expensive ones they've got."

I've been married to my husband Jake for three years. In that time, I've been pregnant twice.

But each time, I lost the baby.

What took my children wasn't a medical condition, but a painting.

A black bird, painted by Jake's ten-year-old blind brother, Billy.

My in-laws claimed he had the gift—a psychic born with sight beyond sight. And the black bird was an omen. It marked my baby as cursed, a threat to the family.

To save my second child, I got the best amniocentesis report money could buy, proving the baby had no genetic defects.

It happened again anyway.

At three in the morning, I woke to the agony of another miscarriage and stumbled to the studio door.

That's when I found out the truth.

The High Fae were facing extinction, their bloodlines withering away.

Valerius, the Prince of the Shadow Realm, was a terrifying force of nature—ruthless and utterly cold.

I am Ella, a mere human who accidentally fell into a Shadow Rift, a mortal girl with nothing but survival on my mind.

Left with no other choice, I snuck into this shadow prince's bed in the dead of night.

On the day he pierced my chest to take my heart-blood to save the Witch Princess, I faked my death and ran away—carrying his half-Fae babies in my belly.

Years later, I was busy preening the starry wings of my seven little miracles.

He found me, dropping to his knees, as pathetic and desperate as an abandoned hound.

"Ella... do you really not want me anymore?"

To protect my older sister's piano championship, my own brother crushed all ten of my fingers.
To win my sister's favor, my fiancé hired someone to kick the baby out of me.
After surviving a fire that nearly killed me, I finally woke up.
And when I returned, I blasted the hard proof of their affair and their schemes all over the internet. As I watched them lose their minds, lose everything, and drop to their knees begging for mercy, I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and claimed the top of the world!

On my birthday, I was dragged up to the attic and assaulted by several men.
I called my parents, brother, and boyfriend for help, but they all thought I was seeking attention and ruining my sister Sophie's celebration.
"Mia, stop it. We're busy preparing for Sophie's party. If you want attention, find another way."
This was the hundredth time they'd let me down.
But there won't be a hundred and first.
Because I'm already dead.

After being lost for ten years, I was finally brought home by my biological parents.
They stood in the cramped basement and asked me, "The family went bankrupt a month ago. You won't hold it against us for being poor, will you?"
Overcome with emotion, I hugged them tightly and shook my head fervently.
Later, my father was diagnosed with uremia and needed a large sum of money for surgery. To earn money, I worked three jobs a day, eventually collapsing from exhaustion and being diagnosed with a brain tumor. With no time for treatment, I rushed to deliver food orders.
Unexpectedly, I ran into my father—who should have been in the hospital undergoing dialysis—having booked an entire shopping mall to celebrate the adopted daughter's birthday. My mother, wearing an gorgeous gown I'd never seen before, smiled as she embraced the girl.
"Lily, our precious, Mommy and Daddy will give you everything you want."
My brother, who they said had died in an accident while searching for me, was dotingly putting a diamond necklace on the girl.
It turned out the family hadn't gone bankrupt at all—I just wasn't worthy.

To win back his one true love, my husband sent me, pregnant and vulnerable, straight into the clutches of a rival mob's dungeon.
I was torn apart by vicious dogs, a brutal end for both me and my unborn child.
After death, my spirit drifted back home, only to hear him coldly chuckle, "Let her learn her lesson; she won't come back until she admits she was wrong."
It wasn't until a mangled, rotting body was dumped at his feet, and he saw the blood-soaked wedding ring on its finger, that this heartless mob boss finally snapped...

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

After Nicholas got engaged, his assistant handed me a plane ticket.

"Leave. Don’t ever show your face in Silverlight City again."

"Otherwise, Mr. Jackson has more than enough ways to ruin you."

All those years I spent by his side, I was admired by everyone, living in the spotlight.

Yet when I finally left, I was reduced to a pitiful, laughable sight.

I said, "Fine."

But that very night, the flight plunged from over thirty thousand feet in the air.

I came back to New York for one reason: to meet the man my mother arranged for me to marry.
I never made it to dinner.
His "sister"—the woman he'd been protecting since childhood, the one he clearly loved more than he'd ever love a fiancée he'd never met—snatched a twelve-thousand-dollar dress out of my hands at a Fifth Avenue boutique and had me thrown out. When I called him about it, he told me I should be grateful to be marrying into his family at all. Then he hung up.
An hour later, she accused me of stealing her ring. Had me pinned against the wall. Told his men to strip me down and film it for "evidence."
Nico laughed when I told him the whole Ferrante family would answer for this.
"With what? You?"
My name is Sera Vitti.
That's all I'll say.

My daughter helped my husband cheat.

My ten-year-old begged me to take her to a summer camp in Italy. My husband looked at her like she hung the moon. Booked the tickets right there.

I thought I was the luckiest mom alive.

Then I checked the pet camera from overseas.

There he was, fucking my daughter's riding instructor on our couch.

But what really killed me? What he said, "Don't worry. Nina wants that horse bad enough, she'll keep her mom in Europe as long as we need."

Back home, my husband dropped a receipt. Two identical limited edition watches.

He froze. My sweet daughter didn't miss a beat, "Dad used the other one to bribe someone so I could get my horse!"

They lied in perfect sync. That's when something in me broke.

They thought I was still that stupid, trusting wife.

What they didn't know?

I'd already signed a contract. Going back to my art career in New York.

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.

Alpha Blake has become the new alpha of the Primord’s Pack and learns he is destined to have Selene Slate as his mate, But their bond is threatened by an evil force. Threatened by a possible villain, they must choose which one has to be sacrificed and save their pack, while more secrets come to the surface.

Beta Tyler has learned he has a second chance mate. The only problem is, he let her go. His heart can't forget about her, secretly searching for her. When he finally finds her, an instant connection binds them for life. But not all is happiness for the new couple as jealousy and betrayal threaten to break them apart. He already lost her once. He won't let it happen again, even if it means killing someone in the process of getting her back.

Fated mates are hard to be together. This Book Series is a collection of love stories happening in the Primord Pack.

She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why?
Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her.
When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife.
She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did.
She rejected an Alpha.
"I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue.
A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding.
Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country.
She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them.
What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue.
The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying.
How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year?
What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill?
"To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon.
Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?

Liara Haysbert's whole world revolved around her books and her family. She didn't want to find her mate just after turning eighteen because she wanted to become a doctor first. A part of her didn't wish to find her mate because she was scared that her mate would reject her. Because she used to struggle to speak in front of anyone, as she had been mocked her whole life because of her nerd nature.
But life had another plan for her when out of the blue, her part crossed with her fated mate, a rogue.
None of them wanted each other to know the problem that they might face in the future, but neither Liara could muster the courage to speak in front of him, nor did he talk with her.
"I, Liara Haysbert, da..daughter of Brandon Haysbert rejects…." Immediately she realized that she didn't know his name. "Ple..please tell me yo..your name." She whispered.
"Name?" He finally spoke for the first time in front of her. Liara grabbed her clothes tightly, hearing his voice. "I don't have a name, Liara. Everyone calls me by different names; you can choose one to reject me. The options are Bastard, Killer, Asshole, Black, Red, Speed, dickhead, Beast, heartless, leech, dog, etc. The list is too long."
Liara's heart sank upon hearing this, and she soon realized what the hell she was going to do. She kept staring at him without blinking her eyes for a while before speaking. "Theodore."
It meant 'a gift of god'. And he was indeed a gift by Moon Goddess; otherwise, they wouldn't have been 'FATED MATES.'
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Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Ongoing)
Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Completed)
Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Completed)
Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Completed)


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WARNING 18+
"I, Ambrose Rita, accept Yulia Henzi as my mate!"
I wanted to laugh at the sight, but the silence shut me up. I was about to turn around but suddenly, a possessive arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to his warm body.
I could smell a mixture of cologne and musk that was both tantalizing and intimidating. My heart pounded as I tried to figure out who was talking and who was holding me.
But before I could figure it out, a chilling voice broke the silence and sent shivers down my spine.
"I can smell you, girl."
The voice sounded like someone who'd been smoking for years, the tone low, husky, and threatening. It was warm and moist. Before I could react, he added, "At last, I have found you, my mate."

Alicia Rowe grew up knowing one thing: hate the Stones.

For fifty long years, her family, the Blood Moon Pack, and the Dark Night Pack have been locked in a bitter rivalry. But then, one wild night in a nightclub, she locks eyes with Ray Stone, the future Alpha of everything she was born to destroy, one look is enough to set her entire world on fire.

It starts with just one touch,
one reckless kiss that burns hotter than any war.

They both know their love is completely forbidden, but they can't stop and when Ray takes the Alpha title, secrets spill out, faster than either of them can handle. Their bond, which was supposed to bring peace, becomes a curse that could end them all. Because Ray and Alicia may not just be fated mates, they might actually share blood.

Now, the ancient law demanded her death. To survive, Alicia must find three other mates before the next full moon, each one connected to her by power, past, or destiny.
There's Ray, her forbidden love; Monty, Ray’s beta and right-hand man; Kai, the wild wolf who lives alone; and Logan, her childhood friend who never stopped loving her.

Four hearts, one Luna, and a bond strong enough to break the gods themselves.

As war explodes, and loyalty crumbles, Alicia must make an impossible choice: save the man she was never meant to love, or finally embrace the powerful destiny she was born to claim. Will the truth overpower fate?

Life doesn't always go as planned, as fate always has its way of twisting people's destinies. After the death of Cassie's mom, she grew up living a miserable life with her father, who blamed her for the death of her mother, because she had died while giving birth to her. Cassie never stopped imagining how sweet her life would've been if her mom was alive.

She thought things will get better for her, but then it only became worse, as her father sold her to a stranger, who turned out to be the ruthless alpha Damien that Cassie had bumped into in the past. What becomes the fate of Cassie, after she found herself stuck in between alpha Damien and his twin brother?

Isberlt was captured by the Alpha King, for a fatal scientific crime she did not commit. Being chained in the cold chamber, all the past unbearable memories were gradually flushing back as she was once a rogue.

What could the Alpha possibly want from her? And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, he unleashes his feral fury on her, strapped down of power.

Will Isberlt make it through the brutal life that she's forcefully being dragged back into? Or will her contrasting attitude to that of the Alpha be the end of her?

Everyone says that karma is a bich, but I say fate is the real btch. Or else why did it play a cruel game of killing the man whom I love the most and then let another man with the same face barge into my life?
Yes. This is what happened to me. I didn't even stop crying after the funeral of my boyfriend when I was forced to marry by my cruel father. I protested, but the stakes were high to me. Not to my father, not to this other man, but to me.
I could have handled the situation in a better way, but the face of my contractual husband shattered me again.
Above all, I am a human, and he is a werewolf. And at the altar, he told me that I am his mate too. Yet he refused to mark me because he needs a powerful mate, not a pathetic human.
Cruel game of fate, right?

I died betrayed on my wedding altar.
The silver blade in my sister's hand felt colder than our shared childhood. My "fated mate" Kaelen held me down as she carved out my heart—a sacrifice for his ambition.
In my final breath, I saw him: Fenrir, the half-blood guard I'd scorned, breaking through a wall of spears to reach me. Silver arrows pierced his chest mid-leap, but his dying eyes held no blame—only a loyalty that followed me into darkness.
The Moon Goddess heard my dying vow.
Now I'm back, standing where it all began—the mate choosing ceremony. Kaelen expects me to declare him again. My sister waits to play her victim.
But this time, I walk past the golden Alpha and kneel before the broken slave.
"Rise," I whisper, lifting his chin. "The real Luna has come home."
And when they laugh at my choice, they don't see what I do: the ancient power stirring beneath his skin, the king waiting to be awakened.
Let them call him monster. Let them call me mad.
We'll show them what happens when a betrayed Luna and a fallen king unite.
The altar awaits its true sacrifice—and it won't be me this time.

Betrayed, exploited, and left to die in a cold basement by the family she called her own, Eleanor Hamilton’s life ended in despair.

But fate grants her a second chance.

She wakes up five years in the past, back when she was still the submissive foster daughter trapped in a web of lies.

This time, she refuses to be their doormat.

Armed with memories of her tragic future, Eleanor vows to tear down the hypocritical masks of her adoptive mother and sister.

Yet, revenge is a dangerous game, and she needs power to survive.

Enter Tristan Douglas—the ruthless, enigmatic CEO who holds the city in his grasp.

He is the one man her enemies fear most.

What begins as a strategic alliance soon ignites into an intense romance.

Under Tristan’s absolute protection, the once-timid girl transforms into a dazzling queen.

As her enemies watch in horror, they realize too late:
the fragile foster daughter they discarded has returned, and she is untouchable.

“She’s mine, let her go.”
It was Lukas.
Claire had gotten herself into a big mess. She is his unwanted human mate.
Why did he come to save her?
Her eyes widened when Lukas kissed her roughly.
For Lukas, he still despised the little human but she was his,
no one else was allowed to touch her but him,
no one else was allowed to make her miserable but him.


Claire was taken from her family by the tyrannical werewolf King to be his fated mate. He despises her because she's human while Claire just wants her freedom from the man who uses her body and breaks her mind.
When she is kidnapped by an attacking Pack, Alpha King Lukas goes into a fury and goes after his mate.
She was all his, after all, no one could take her away from him.

"This is where you belong, tied to my bed because I own all of you."

"I, Gina Stone, reject you, Alexander Black, as my mate and Alpha.”
Alpha Prince Xander is the heir to the werewolf throne. He's a handsome and powerful Alpha; he grabs females' attention wherever he goes. But he's saving himself only for his fated mate.
He wants a strong-fit Luna to rule with, but to his disappointment, he gets Gina, the pack's nerd, as his mate.


Gina is the human adoptive daughter of the royal Beta. She was mistreated and abused by her adoptive family and bullied by the pack members because she had no wolf and no rank.
She dreams of finding her fated mate who will give her the love and care that she never received from her family and pack members.
But her life takes another turn when the moon goddess mates her with the person she hates the most, "the Alpha prince."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted as his cock pulsed again and again, pumping what felt like an endless amount of cum deep inside me. 
"You're milking me dry, mate, taking every fucking drop."
The knot kept us locked together, and I could feel him still hard and throbbing inside me as he continued to pulse and fill me. My stomach felt distended from how full I was of his cock, his knot, and his cum. 
"Can you feel it?" he whispered against my lips. "Can you feel how much I'm giving you? How much am I filling you?"
"Yes," I whimpered. "It's so much. I'm so full."


Christmas was meant to be magical, yet for Rosie Martinez, it became the night her world ended.
A cruel bet. A viral video. A betrayal that left her reputation in ruins. Desperate to breathe again, Rosie runs to a quiet mountain town where no one knows her name.
She didn't expect him.
Jude Winters, hockey captain, future Alpha of the Winters Pack, and the stranger who saved her in the snow. The moment he touched her, he knew.
Mate. His. Forever.
Rosie has no idea what she is to him. No clue about the supernatural world hidden beneath this frozen town. She only feels the way her body awakens around him… and the way he watches her like she's the only woman he's ever wanted.
But when her past crashes into their peaceful relationship, threatening the one person he cares about, Jude's control snaps.
And Rosie learns the truth: Wolves are real. Mates are fated. And she's his.
And Jude Winters will burn the world before he lets anyone take her away.


Mid Slow Burn with Yearning MMC
Knotting
Claiming
Mate Frenzy and Rutting
Check the trigger warnings. The FMC is a plus-size woman who insecure about her body, but as the story progresses, she'll learn to love herself.

She stole from the wrong billionaire. Now she's his most valuable prize.

Half-fae thief Vesper thought she'd pulled off the heist of a lifetime—until she discovered her mark was a dragon in disguise. Draken, the ruthless CEO who rules Las Vegas with an iron fist and a hoard of gold, doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And he never lets go of what's his.

One stolen memento. One impossible connection. One soul-bond that neither of them wanted.

Now she's caught between vampire syndicates, dragon-hunters, and a possessive billionaire who claims her as his fated mate. But none of them saw it coming: her half-fae bloodline wasn't a weakness—it was the perfect vessel for primordial dragon magic, a power no mortal was ever meant to wield.

Now she can see through any lie, bend probability at the casino tables, and challenge the immortal elite who've ruled Vegas for centuries. In a city where money is god and magic is currency, Vesper must master these stolen abilities before her enemies weaponize her gifts—or before Draken's obsession consumes them both.

She's sworn to protect the wilderness. He's the monster she's been trained to hunt. Their bond could save two worlds—or destroy them both.
Luna Pierce thought the biggest threat in her mountains was paperwork. Then she met the wolf with amber eyes—and discovered that legends bleed, love bites, and destiny has teeth.
Hawk Blackthorn is everything she shouldn't want: a werewolf alpha, a suspected killer, and the fated mate her human soul can't resist. When a rogue pack frames his wolves for brutal attacks, Luna must choose between her badge and her heart.
But in a world where trust is a weapon and betrayal runs deeper than blood, the real enemy might be the one sleeping in her bed.
From wildlife ranger to wolf's mate—one woman's journey into a hidden world of primal loyalty, devastating secrets, and a love that could start a war.

He was her fated mate.

But to him, she’s the daughter of the monster who destroyed his world.

He was supposed to kill her.

He was never supposed to love her.

The daughter of a ruthless rogue king, Sienna Valerius lived a perfect princess life but suddenly hunted, hated, and marked for death before she ever had a choice.

She hopes for freedom.

But fate doesn't care about bloodlines. It only cares about bonds.

Alpha Kieran—the cold, merciless leader of the Darkmoon Pack, whose people were slaughtered by Sienna’s father years ago. He wanted her dead. He wanted to make her suffer for father's sins

But when he saw her

He was torn between vengeance and desire, Kieran claims her not as his Luna—but as his prisoner. His captive. His responsibility. And maybe... something more.

Yet every heated stare, every forbidden touch, pulls them deeper into something neither of them can fight.

He wants revenge.

She wants freedom.

But fate wants them tangled in ways that will either save their world... or set it on fire.

Some melodies are meant to last forever, even if time tries to silence them. For Aria Benson, a 27-year-old aspiring novelist with a penchant for daydreams and self-doubt, the melody of her past comes with a name: Liam Carlisle. Once her college sweetheart, Liam was everything she wasn’t—fearless, passionate, and unapologetically alive. Together, they were unstoppable, until life and ambition tore them apart.
Years later, Aria’s life revolves around quiet days in her hometown and nights spent penning untold stories. Liam, now 29, is a rock star whose fame spans continents, his songs setting hearts ablaze. But behind the glamour lies a man haunted by what he lost—a muse who gave his music its soul.
When Liam’s tour brings him back to the town they once called home, fate composes a new verse. An unexpected meeting reopens old wounds, and the chemistry between them ignites like the first chords of a song. But can they overcome the discord of their past? Can Aria trust a man whose world is so different from her own? And can Liam prove that fame hasn’t extinguished the flame he still carries for her?

Elle is a tarot card reader who is down on her luck and need's money. She turns to slinging tarot cards outside a strip club for extra cash. When she reads for the newly elected shifted wolf alpha Rain she has no idea she is his mate. But Elle is the last thing Elle needs. War is coming to the pack and he isn't exactly trusted as the alpha yet. Can Elle and Rain come together to make their different worlds work for the better of the pack?

Rejected by her mate, forced into marriage with a cruel Alpha, Lila’s life couldn’t get worse—until she meets his twin, her true fated mate.

Trapped in a bond with the ruthless Alpha Kael, Lila feels like a prisoner, not a bride.

But when his estranged twin brother, Alec, returns, everything changes.

Alec is her true mate, the one her soul longs for—but Kael will never let her go.

Caught between two powerful Alphas who hate each other, Lila must decide: risk everything for the mate she’s destined for, or remain bound to the Alpha who will stop at nothing to claim her forever.

Ten years loving Liam Rockefeller cost me everything.

He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.

Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.

"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."

The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.

He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.

I wised up.

In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.

When Catherine Meyers started a new school in New York all she wanted was to be invincible. She was okay with being in the background. She planned to finish high school with a good GPA and go to Harvard. She wanted to be a neurosurgeon.

But her hopes were shattered when a force from the past which she couldn't remember barged into her life again.
And this time he promised to ruin her.

Ace Hampton was the King of Riverside highschool and Catherine Meyers is the rose he vowed to remove her petals one after the other until she is gone.

Her father killed his father, how dare she act like she doesn't know him?

He remembers her but she couldn't remember him and he would make her pay.

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WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES AND BEHAVIORS THAT MIGHT SEEM WEIRD TO OTHER PEOPLE SO IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED PLEASE AVOID THIS BOOK.
BE WARNED THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK.

At Astoria University, the name Nathaniel Cavill means everything. He’s the heir to an educational empire, a man born with a silver spoon and enough arrogance to fill every lecture hall on campus. But to his grandfather, Nathaniel is just a reckless playboy—and unless he proves he can be "stable," his billion-dollar trust fund stays locked.

Sylvie Belrose is the only thing standing in his way. She’s sharp, relentless, and has been his academic rival since freshman year. She doesn't have a dynasty behind her; she only has her grades and a scholarship she’s worked her life for. She hates everything he stands for, and he lives to see her flustered.

But when a calculated scandal threatens to get Sylvie expelled, her world collapses. That’s when Nathaniel makes his move. He offers her a deal that feels like a pact with the devil:

The Deal: Act as his fake fiancée for six months. The Reward: He gets his fortune; she gets the protection of the Cavill name and keeps her scholarship.

Now, they are forced to share more than just a stage at university galas. Between shared hotel rooms on academic tours and kisses staged for the Board of Directors, the lines are blurring. Sylvie is finding out that Nathaniel’s arrogance is a mask—and Nathaniel is realizing that the girl he’s supposed to hate is the only one he can’t stop thinking about.

They were supposed to be rivals. They were supposed to be faking it. But in a game this dangerous, the first one to fall loses everything.