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''Well, do you have something to say?''
A strapping, muscular naked man asked me as he sat across from me as I was also sitting there naked, half-submerged in this large tub of water.
''Don't worry, I won't bite you, baby...''
He said as he moved closer to me, pulling me into his lap and placing me on his leg.
''Wh-what is this, Master?'' I finally asked him as he handed me a small bar.
''I am not your Master,'' he snapped at me in a harsh tone.
''I am your Mate.''

After the death of Alasia's mother five years before, her stepfather used the trust given to her upon her mother's death to support his drinking habits.
Once he was broke and refusing to manage the one low-end job he had, he felt he was left with no other choice. He decided to sell his eldest stepdaughter in the event that he could get enough to move away, and therefore, take her younger brother along with him.
Alasia at the mere age of 16 is sold into slavery into the most fierce werewolf pack, The Crimson Caine, by her overzealous and abusive step-father.
How can she survive under the most ruthless and Alpha?
And what if she finds out she's his MATE?

Maisie was tortured and mistreated by her own family her entire life. She has decided that she's not someone anyone could love or even want. She's weak and pathetic looking, and most of all she considers herself unlovable.

Her life was literally a living hell and all her hopes of ever leaving her pack were lost. She had accepted her fate to be kept away from happiness and serve her family for her unforeseeable future or until her untimely death.

But when she met a ruthless Alpha in a state of being bound and harassed by a man following her mother's orders, she's more afraid than ever.

He claims her as his mate but he's everything she fears, dark, evil, and ruthless.

Ebony Winters is out of place and time when she ends up finding herself naked in the arms of her mysterious and powerful rescuer, the ruthless Lycan King.
She feels as if she goes from one hell to another when a woman, who considers herself to be the chosen mate of the Lycan King, tries to have her killed after she takes her place by his side. She has been considered nothing other than a weak human by all who meet her.
That is, until she finally discovers that she possesses a unique set of special powers that have remained hidden until the awakening of her rare red wolf. She will utilize them, embarking on a trip of self-discovery and discovering that she is the only one who can bring balance to her new life.
With the Lycan King at her side, she will stop at nothing to prevent those who wish to do her harm, as she falls for her rescuer, the Lycan King.

Germaine Black is the only man who thinks he knows what's best for me. Who's that? None other than my father as he invited me to dinner.
"Now, back to business," my father, Germaine, told me sharply. "I wanted you to know that you will attend a ceremony tomorrow. Where you will take Damien by the hand. Then, he will finally make you...”
“Mine,” Damien said as he walked up to the table at the restaurant.
"But? He's my step-brother. You can't be serious! Father, please?!" I said, leaning over the table.
"You're going to marry Damien Black, the man whom I promised you nearly a decade ago," he said, raising his hands to the side, emphasizing the surprising news he had just sprung on me.
"Welcome, my son," Germaine said as Damien placed his hand on his shoulder. He was adopted. My father reached out his hand for me to stand when he added, "Tomorrow, you both shall be wed, and your glorious lives will begin!"
I stood there in shock. How can he ask this of me? Telling me I am going to get married with no time to plan. Tomorrow! My wedding is tomorrow! Was this really happening to me?

Aliana Slate graduated from college with a Bachelor's in Fine Arts. At the graduation party, she received a box containing keys to her fully furnished apartment. The number, #614, was to be the start of her new life. She just couldn't wait to get started. She already had an interview scheduled for the next day at the leading art studio in the city.
When she arrived at the apartment, the door was painted red with elegant golden trim. All the other doors around her were red, but this was the only door with golden trim. She dismissed the thought as this was all new to her, on top of the fact that she just couldn't wait to see how fully stocked it was. As she turned the key in the lock, little did she know that this was not the life she was expecting. No sooner than she closed the door and placed the keys down on the table behind the door, did the lights go out, and her new nightmare begin.
It wasn't until 10 years later that she was finally able to escape from her torturous captors. She flees through the woods and ends up in a clearing at the back of a huge mansion. She thought she was dreaming. The sun just came up. A single man stood on the terrace. He saw her crouching by a large potted bush. He calls out, frightened, and she runs towards the edge of his property, in the direction of the open sea. She's barely wearing anything. A thin garment, pale complexion, as to the conditions where she was being kept. Wearing scars: beaten. She slips through a narrow tree passage. He held tight to her garment. She slipped over the cliff, falling into the water below, completely naked.

I can't believe this is happening to me. I have lived through actual Hell, but I didn't think it would be that bad when I filed for divorce. When I got home around noon on Friday from my nerve-wracking trip to the courthouse, little did I know that my abusive husband, Shane, was already lying in wait for me. He knew what I did, and I was about to find out the hard way.

"What makes you think you are going to get rid of me??!" Shane yelled and then punched me square in the face. I delicately held my face as he grabbed both of my shoulders and kneed me in the face, causing me to fall to the floor. How could my life get any worse than that?! Oh, wait, my ex was an asshole and didn't care about anyone else but himself. "I will make it to where you're not able to sign your name unless I do it for you," Shane spouted at me, lying there helpless, then he broke my arm. Talk about life as a living Hell, no wait, this was worse!

I later woke up in the hospital, not sure of my surroundings. Did Shane actually get arrested? It took some convincing, but I finally managed to get discharged, so I could get to a place I thought I might be safe, back at home, as long as my ex-ass didn't get released.

It took all my strength to stand when I fell right in the path of an oncoming vehicle. Well, this is it, I thought to myself. Life is short and full of pain.

"Are you alright?!" I heard the sexiest voice one could ever hear. Talk about love at first sound! "Devon, get the door! We're taking her with us!"

In a world where art starves and blood sustains — what price would you pay just to survive?
Ivory Marwood has nothing left. Unpaid rent. Canvases nobody wants. A city that swallowed her whole without noticing.
Then the whispers find her.
Luné Devain. An underground auction where the wealthiest, darkest people bid on things that should never have a price tag.
She becomes one of them.
Marketed as a living artwork — a muse, a thing — Ivory stands beneath the lights while powerful men decide her worth.
One doesn't raise his paddle. He doesn't have to.
Bidder Number 24. Rage Lenoir.
A smile that feels like a warning. Eyes shifting from sapphire to amber. And something underneath older than wealth, older than power, older than anything she has a word for.
The last of something the supernatural world buried and prayed would never resurface. A vampire who was once a wolf. Two bloods. Two hungers. A predator even ancient councils refuse to name.
He just bought her.
The deal: three drops of blood a week. Every debt cleared. Every dream funded. A Blood Bound Contract sealed not in ink — but in crimson.
She should run. She signs instead.
Just business, she tells herself.
But nothing about Rage is simple. Not the amber burn when someone gets too close. Not the growl that sounds less like a threat and more like a claim.
In a world where immortality comes at the cost of humanity and love is the most dangerous indulgence of all — can a bond forged in blood, and sealed in something far more ancient, survive?
Or when the final drop falls, will the very agreement that brought them together be the thing that tears them apart?