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She felt that he was upset so she walked over to him, but didn’t know what to do.

Jack took out the stuff inside the document folder and put it in front of Stephanie. He read, "I have asked someone to check. The baby in your belly…”

He paused on purpose and looked at her meaningfully. Catching a flash of joy in her eyes, he sneered in his heart but maintained his poker face.

"The baby’s father is Steve. DNA Comparison shows 99% match.” He finished his sentence.

The face in front of him turned pale gradually. Stephanie lifted her head and laughed as if just heard a joke. "This is impossible. I didn’t…”

Jack interrupted her without any hesitation and explained indifferently, "Oh, yes. I kept his sperm and arranged an operation for you.”

"No…That’s not possible.” She lost her voice and covered her belly with her hands. Jack, however, didn’t waver and tossed the document to her.

Stephanie took the document with her trembling hands. She examined the data carefully, trying to prove it’s fake.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at him in a forced smile. "It…it’s all fake, right? Tell me this is a joke, please…I know, this… ”

Jack remained indifferent. He looked at her mercilessly and said, "You owe him a life. The baby is the compensation.”

I was reborn twelve hours before the anomaly occurred.

In my previous life, I died tragically in a sea of fire, unable to even protect my three-year-old daughter.

In this life, I returned from hell with the "Shadow" that rules the abyss, only to discover that the only antidote to ending the wasteland lies in my daughter's palm.

Her ex-wife, who was possessed by a monster, the greedy military, and even "myself" who went mad across parallel universes all tried to tear her apart and suck her blood.

You want to harm my daughter? Fine. Then let's see if you can withstand this all-consuming polar night!

For seven years, Elara sacrificed her blood to her wolf family, only to be betrayed by her husband and own child for a fake savior and a handful of candy. She abandons all love, awakens her ancient vampire queen power, and delivers brutal, unforgiving karmic punishment to everyone who drained and deceived her. No forgiveness, only eternal solitude atop her blood-stained throne.

I thought that after twenty years with the Sterlings—even as an adopted child—I'd at least count as family. But the day they found their biological daughter Victoria, they announced they were throwing me out and planned to humiliate me at the family gathering. Based on what right?

Even more disgusting was how my almost-fiancé Blake immediately started fooling around with Victoria, eager to watch me get kicked to the curb!

When everyone was lining up to step on me, it was Alexander—the one I'm supposed to call "stepbrother"—who protected me. In his apartment, when he stood behind me gripping my hand as I chopped vegetables, his breath grazing my ear before he finally bent down to kiss me... my heartbeat went completely erratic.

On the night of the charity gallery opening, I caught Lucas and Lila tangled together in the storage closet.
He pulled the girl tight against his chest and sneered, “Stella, you’re eight whole years older than me. You’ve controlled my life for five years—when are you gonna realize you can never hold onto me?”
Lila giggled, snuggling deeper into his arms. “You’re past your prime, ma’am. Why cling to someone who was never yours to begin with?”
Snickers and mocking laughter rippled through the onlookers.
I gave a slow, hollow smile.
For five years, I single-handedly kept Scott Enterprises afloat, mopped up every mess he made, and buried every scandal spawned by his endless string of flings.
Still, he hopped from one girl to the next, weaponizing our age gap to mock and hurt me, over and over again.
Then he shoved me hard. I crumpled to the floor in a pool of my own blood, watching him bolt out with another woman in his arms, not a single glance thrown back my way.
I knew right then the baby was gone.
Everyone whispered how pathetically I’d bent over backward for love.
No one ever learned the truth: I endured everything only because his face mirrored my late fiancé, Elias.

“Smile, Natalie,” Callum whispered before he walked onstage.

So I smiled while he thanked another woman for the crisis plan I had written. I smiled when he pinned my grandmother’s sapphire brooch to her dress. I even smiled when his message came in, canceling our nineteenth appointment at the county clerk’s office.

Then I walked out with our unsigned marriage license papers in my purse and called the one CEO he hated most.

By the time Callum realized I wasn’t waiting anymore, I had already taken my name, my work, and my future back.

I'm the forgotten eldest son of the Cross family.
My parents see me as a walking blood bag for my brother Colin, while my wife views me as a sinner destined to spend my life atoning for my mistakes.
When Audrey pressured me to donate a kidney, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, but I also liquidated all my assets and transferred them to my lab.
They thought I was foolish, that I was still begging for their love.
In reality, I was just tying up loose ends.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up a pool of blood.
Audrey laughed coldly over the phone: "Stop the act, Evan. You just want to dodge responsibility. You'll go to any lengths for attention."
The surgery was a "success."
Colin got the kidney he'd always dreamed of.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated in the air as I watched Audrey push open the hospital door, wearing a smile that dripped with pity, ready to put on a show of "redemption."
"Evan, I know you've been wronged. Let's start over..."
The only response to her was the white sheet covering my lifeless body.

Every night, dragging noises come from the floor above.
The neighbor claims he just can’t sleep, yet he stares at my window and grins in the dead of night.
Later, he dies.
But at two in the morning, I still get a text message from him.
Someone else warns me: Don’t go to the sixth floor.
The police say this building doesn’t even have a sixth floor.
Yet I’ve seen people go up there with my own eyes.
Where exactly does this so-called sixth floor lead?
Who really died?
And who on earth is the one texting me?

I've married sixteen dead men for a living. My seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.
I was born knowing one thing: the dead can speak one last time — but only to a spouse.
So I marry dead men. Rich families pay me to wed their fresh corpses, carry the last words sealed inside me, and read the testament out before the heirs. Then I burn the marriage certificate, and the marriage ends at the grave. Starting price: six hundred thousand dollars.
This morning, the Crane heir drowned in his own pool. Twenty-eight, obscenely rich, not one word left behind. The family offered five million and a private jet. By my count — my seventeenth husband. By a wide margin, the handsomest.
I said "I do" to a corpse for the seventeenth time. Then I called for his last words.
Silence. Sixteen weddings, sixteen voices. Husband number seventeen had nothing to say.
Because my seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.

I lent my Bugatti to my secret boyfriend for clout. He repaid my trust by gifting my car to a scheming cheerleader, letting her publicly humiliate and frame me. The whole school mocked me as a poor garage keeper’s daughter, unaware I’m the hidden billionaire heiress behind the supercar. Now I’ll destroy his fake rich life and avenge every insult.

For three years, I deliberately suppressed my grades to rank under my boyfriend William, paving his way to our promised Cambridge exchange. I overheard him and my best friend Maddie confess they framed me for plagiarism in my past life, driving me to jump off the 38th floor, yet they still carried on an affair. They lied and ignored my pain afterward. Heartbroken, I secretly applied to Cambridge alone. The twist? My years of hiding my brilliance were never selfless sacrifice. I collected all their dirty secrets. I’m going to Cambridge not to flee, but to ruin every dream they cling to.

My husband bought a necklace for the woman who killed my mother.

When I saw my foster sister Rebecca Rebecca wearing that emerald necklace with Aaron at the party, I knew history would repeat itself. Seven years ago, my mother lost everything the same way—her husband, her dignity, and finally her life.

I wouldn't follow in her footsteps.

So after slapping Rebecca across the face, I told everyone I was divorcing him and walked out with my suitcase.

Rebecca thought she'd won again. Aaron thought I was just being hysterical.

Neither of them saw it coming—

This time, I'd make them pay.

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.

At the annual charity gala, I stood in the spotlight as the student representative.

My roommate, Harper, suddenly stormed the stage, publicly accusing me of being a sugar baby who seduced her father.

"That diamond necklace around her neck was bought with my dad's money!"

I instantly became public enemy number one. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of boos, and the administration, caving to the pressure, prepared to expel me on the spot.

Facing the out-of-control screaming and the countless live-stream cameras shoved in my face, I pulled out my phone and dialed the so-called "sugar daddy" right there in front of everyone.

"Dad," I said coldly. "Since when did I get a new 'sister'?"

On my anniversary flight to New York, fate sat my cheating husband's mistress right beside me.

Alice spent the entire trip gushing about "her Daniel" while wearing the sapphire ring he'd called "too vulgar" for his wife—me.

"She's so pathetic," Alice laughed, describing how Daniel planned to dump his "clingy" spouse. "Good riddance!"

If only she knew his "pathetic" wife was the billionaire secretly bankrolling his success.

At JFK, Daniel threw money at my feet and told me to disappear.

I smiled, dialed my investment firm, and watched his face crumble.

"Hello, darling. Your sugar mama just quit."

On our fifth anniversary, Caspian gifted me a luxury yacht bearing my name. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive.
But when I finally conceived his child and prepared to share the news, his mistress sent me photos—him cradling a baby she'd given him, his eyes filled with a tenderness I'd never seen.
Five years of waiting, five years of infertility—all an elaborate lie.
He once whispered in my ear: "Even if every man in the world betrays his wife, I never will. You're my life. Without you, I can't survive."
I quietly packed, left behind my pregnancy report and all the evidence, and drove away. Three hours later, he received the call: my car exploded on the highway. No survivors.
From that day on, the most powerful man in Valen City lost his mind completely.

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

My husband never wore condoms with me. Said they ruined it for him. So I swallowed birth control pills for four years until they made me sick.
Then I found a half-empty box in his glove compartment. And a thong under his backseat.
That wasn't even the worst part.
The necklace I'd made from my mother's ashes—the one I'd been grieving over losing for a year—was dangling between his twenty-three-year-old trainee's tits. He stole it from our bedroom and gave it to her.
She caught me staring. She smiled.
When I confronted him, he slapped me. Then drove off with her crying in his passenger seat.
Her friends came to my hospital with a livestream, demanding I apologize for "bullying" her.
I led them straight to the parking garage.
They found her on a stretcher. Legs wrapped around my husband. No condom.
The whole internet watched.

The stepbrother I grew up with was a golden boy, a star varsity quarterback everyone had high hopes for.
But for a street-level delinquent, he abandoned his Ivy League future.
Desperate to pull his life back on track, I tried to expose his toxic girlfriend.
Yet, he hated me to the bone for it.
For her, he ruthlessly dragged our family into the crossfire of a deadly gang dispute, causing us all to meet a violent, tragic end.
I never expected fate to rewind the clock.
To give me a second chance.

Everyone knows my fiancé, Alex, is the kind of madman who would call off a billion-dollar merger just for me.
For years, he convinced the world I was his one and only, risking the wrath of the board just to keep me by his side.
But that kind of devotion is mostly for show.
In reality, he already had a legal wife—and a baby on the way, carrying his blood.
When I learned the truth, I went straight to my best friend.
"Maya, help me stage a car accident. One where the body can't be identified," I said calmly. "It's the only way I can truly escape Alex."
The night I disappeared, he spent hours kneeling by the burned-out wreck.
He destroyed a high-profile marriage alliance, drove his pregnant wife to madness, and became a complete wreck himself.
But when he finally found me—
He realized I didn't love him anymore.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

Ninety-nine times.

I was sent to the punishment chamber ninety-nine times by my mafia don fiancé.

Each time, he watched through bulletproof glass with cold, detached eyes—watching me being deprived of sleep, injected with drugs, tortured until I was barely clinging to life.

"Elara, you're paying for what you did to the Mancuso family."

For the sake of sweet, innocent Yvette—his precious savior—he personally destroyed everything I had.

After the ninety-ninth time, the doctor handed me a critical condition notice. I stopped begging, signed the confession, and vanished completely with my broken body.

The result? When the truth finally came to light, the ruthless don went completely insane.

At last season's Grand Olfactory Gala, Vivienne Harrow presented my formula before I could reach the stage.
I confronted her. She asked where my proof was.
I had nothing. The formula had never left my head — no notes, no records, nothing. I didn't know how she'd gotten it.
I died not knowing.
Then I opened my eyes, and she was already reaching for me.
"Not this time."
I stepped back.

My two best friends killed me over a girl who'd been dead six months.
Lila Bishop never got a single offer. So she cried and clung until Cole and Wes were ready to throw away their full rides and follow her to nowhere. I tried to stop them — they called me jealous and cut me off. So I went over their heads. I called their moms. I fixed their signing papers myself, the night before the deadline.
Six months later Lila was gone, and they blamed me. They dragged me to the roof of our gym and threw me off.
Then I opened my eyes — three months back, the day it all started.
Last time, I broke myself trying to save them.
This time, I'd let them jump.

“Didn't forget me, Ava?" He pinned me to wall.
I bit my lip, resisting his Alpha scent...
"How did you get out?" finger traced my face.
"Do you think you can escape, mate?"Xavier was acting irrationally, behaving in ways that were hard for her to predict and harder to defend against.

On top of everything else, the mating bond was back in earnest, riding her hard and making Ava hyperaware of every single point of contact where Xavier’s body met her own. Her body began heating up of its own volition, responding purely to his proximity. The scent of wood ash and violets was nearly suffocating.

Ava bit her lip, and turned her head away, unwilling to throw the first jab. He’d brought her here and he was the one keeping her here. If he had something to do, nothing was stopping him.

“Is this all you’ve got for me, Ava?” When he finally spoke, his voice was rough and lustful. “You used to be better at this.”


Being accused of murdering the Alpha’s sister and lover, Ava was sent to the dungeon three years ago. Life imprisonment. These two words were too heavy to take. Ava lost her pride, her friends, her belief and her love in that night.
After three years, she was sent out secretly to a sex club – the Green Light Club, where she got the reunion with her Alpha, Xavier. And she was astonished to find out who they really were…
Three years of abusive life changed her life. She ought to seek for a revenge. She ought to bark with scars, vengeance and hatreds. But she owe to someone. And she must keep her promise. The only thing she could think about was escaping.
However, Xavier offered a deal. But she must ‘pay’ for her freedom and atonement. In the meantime, she gradually found out the truth about what happened three years ago.
A plot.

A Third Chance mate has never been heard of until Astrid Stephnie Jones loses two of her mates and is shunned by everyone for being wolf-less and without a mate. She loses hope for happiness and believes she deserves all of the hardships that come her way, but fate has different plans for her.
While she was auctioned by her parents, she discovered that she was destined with a "Third Chance Mate," the Vampire King Rafael, who is known for his ruthlessness and lack of mercy.
However, nobody knows that the notorious Vampire King was waiting for his mate for decades. What will happen when he gets hold of Astrid through an auction? What will happen when he discovers that his long-awaited mate is trying to flee from him? Will she go into trouble again, or will she fall in love and give herself another chance? Or he, the vicious vampire everyone hears about, will further devastate her life?

The alpha roughly brought her closer, his gaze hovering over her like the shadow of a thunderstorm. "Everything happened according to your wish, didn't it? You ruined everything! You!—a pathetic creature like you made me put my Pack in danger!" He seethed.

"Are you going to stand there like a mute?" He was frustrated that his mate wasn't talking.

"I-I'm sorry, A-Alpha," Evelyn didn't even know what she was sorry about but she just wanted her mate to calm down. He already hated her enough.


Evelyn is an omega, the lowest rank among the werewolves. The girl had to suffer a lot since childhood. With an unknown enemy chasing her day and night, she was on the brink of losing hope.

That's when he found her.

Keiran Winter, the Alpha of one of the powerful Packs in the world, despised the weak with a passion. So when he found out his mate was the weakest human he had ever seen, it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies for him.

He wanted nothing to do with her.
But he was everything to her.

Clio disguises herself as a man and secretly dates her boss—until she catches him in bed with his secretary.

Before she can react, he sweet-talks her into going undercover in another city to investigate the most dangerous man alive: CEO Matthew Merikh.

The moment Matthew sees her, his gaze freezes. He can’t believe it—his fated mate is… human. And a man.

Clio struggles to maintain her disguise, but Matthew closes in fast. Trapping her against his desk, he commands,

“I said, take. it. off.”

The more she hides, the more certain he becomes—this trembling intern is his mate.

And as the truth unravels, Clio realizes the cruelest twist of all: the man her boyfriend sent her to investigate… may be the same one who once watched her in the rain—the infamous Head Hunter.

"Females exist to serve, Seraphine. Not lead."

My father's mockery died with him—throat ripped open by Malachar's claws, blood spraying across the treaty I'd designed. My mother's screams cut short as Damien's blade carved through her chest. I grabbed my sister Lyralei and ran through carnage, wolves I'd known since childhood left bleeding on stone.

Hunters chased us into the forest. Lyralei fell from my back, her desperate scream swallowed by chaos. I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Left her behind to save myself.

Dying in the snow, I'm saved by Kaelen—a reclusive Alpha whose bite marks me as his mate. I bite back, tasting copper. He pins me against a tree, fingers thrusting between my thighs until I gasp. His tongue replaces his hand, licking hungrily. When he rises and slams deep, our bodies crash together. The orgasm that tears through me seals the bond forever.

His death means mine. But Kaelen refuses to help find Lyralei, keeping me trapped while his ex-lover circles. I'm drowning in desire for him even as I plan escape.

Between the Alpha who owns me and the sister I abandoned—I'll betray them all. Because Damien is coming to finish what he started, and I won't die on my knees like my parents did.

Kayden was invited for a wedding in Lock Heart pack but was no fan of the party, going out he knew someone was in the booth of his car and the set of werewolves who came dared not go against a demon alpha like him.

He had no idea she was his destined mate but he saved her, little did he know she is in great danger because she is already marked as a slave ,she tried to cry to her mate in a way to save her but he rejected her when he found out she was his mate, she was heart broken.

What will she do? She needs her mate to accept her and save her.

Stephanie's POV:
The man across the desk watched me intensely, and I struggled with the shocking truth—he was destined to be my mate.

This is impossible; I have no desire to be the mate of anyone, especially not Alpha Brock. His reputation for fierceness in battle precedes him, and he surely expects a gentle and obedient Luna his pack, "Shadow Pack". But that won't be me. Not ever.

The scent of bacon, reminiscent of domestic warmth and earthy woods, clung to him and sent a primal urge rippling through me. Emotions clashed — a torrential flood of desire and sheer panic.

Breathing heavily panic surged "CRAP, CRAP, No... I am definitely not the right fit for this company" I clutched my resume and bolted for the stairs, I was not even worried about slipped opportunities.

At twenty-six, Alpha Brock had given up on finding his mate, focusing on self-indulgence. However, everything changed when an unscented woman appeared in his office. Unable to continue his usual ways, Brock's wolf refused to allow him mistreat the bond with this woman. As they both navigate secerts within the pack, Stephanie,grappling with her own challenges, must decide between embracing the mate bond and protecting she-wolves targeted by enemies. The clash between Brock's desire for a submissive luna and Stephanie's wish for equality tests their ability to reconcile differences and submit to the mate bond's pull.

Kyley was orphaned by the death of her parents and became the subject of abuse and daily bullying in the Moonblood pack resident. Her life became even worse when she clocked 16 and found out that her mate was the ruthless Alpha of the pack, Jason Granger.

Bullied, enslaved and isolated by all, she lives in hell until a chance to escape was provided and she would be saved by the cursed Lycan.

However, her damned ex-mate was still relentless on exacting his revenge on her.

After many years have passed since the Century War between humans and other species, times seem to be getting better. The world has even seen the first inter-species birth between humans and werewolves. Since then more have come to terms with living peacefully side by side, while others believe things should go back to where the species were segregated.

Xenia Bakken is just a baker who wants to run her own business one day and work with her best friend, Lottie. Everything changes when a chance encounter turns into a kidnapping. Now she is thrown into a world she doesn't want to be in and has to adapt to survive.

Mason Dalton, Alpha of a mysterious pack, only has one goal: to bring back his first mate, Melania. He would do anything to make sure his plans are successful, so when he meets the perfect person to help, he acts without hesitation. However, he discovers his perfect vessel is unwilling to give up without a fight.

The attraction between the two is stronger than they both realize and will test them to their limits. With a quick deadline and people searching for them all over, will Mason be able to reunite with his love, or will Xenia gather the strength needed to get away?

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Ashly is not some cute little Omega who wants to please Alphas; she can kick any Alpha or Beta who tries to mess with her. Even the Alpha is her own mate. Alex knows Ashly is his Omega, but he is scared that Omega rejects him; she already kicked his pack ass. But when the truth unfolded about the Omega identity, he was shocked and somehow happy. Alex had finally decided to confess his burning love to his mate. They both gave in to their overflowing feelings, but Ashly couldn't help her growing fears to slowly consume her. After their graduation, things become hard for Ashly. Alex leaves to see his family, and he never comes back. Ashly waits for him in front of his door with a baby inside her, but the Alpha never comes back. After a year, they meet again. What will be the outcome? Will Ashly still love her Alpha no matter what happens, and will Alex finally tell the truth to Ahley? What happens when Alex sees a child who exactly looks like him? "He is my pup." "No, he is not; you are nothing but a stranger to him. So, get out and never come back here. Ashly Madden doesn't need an Alpha."

Crema, who had been proclaimed Prince Alpha's mate, took her place, promised to be his wife, and faced her destiny. She received lessons on how to adjust to the regulations of werewolf society, in addition to fitness training. On their wedding day, however, Prince Alpha publicly declared his love for Crema's cousin Janine and turned her down. Crema was mistreated, ignored, and made fun of by the public. Janine's betrayal was the greatest hurt Prince Alpha had experienced from all the ladies he had dated. Because of this brutality, Crema was compelled to leave the marriage and elope. Even though Prince Alpha looked far and wide for his bride, it was too late. A bloody scarf and a pair of shoes were the only remnants of her disappearance. He was filled with deep regret and wondered whether he could go back in time. If Crema had been honest with others sooner, his terrible death might have been avoided. Prince Alpha was shocked when twins showed up at his gate one day and claimed to be his children. The boy looked a lot like him, while the girl looked like his late wife.

Valerion turned back to the witches, “So you just expect me to stand here,” he said, his voice filled with rage, “And watch my daughter suffer in pain until she DIES?!”
A heavy silence settled over the room.
Lilith breaks the silence.
“In order to end Princess Azrael's pain and save her life, there's only one solution.”
All eyes were on Lilith now, waiting for her to continue.
Then, she spoke the words that would change everything.
“The princess has to mate with the Lycan Alpha.”

For centuries, vampires and werewolves have been locked in an endless war, their hatred written in blood and history. Azrael, the fierce and calculating princess of the vampire kingdom, has spent her life proving her worth in a court that favors her twin brother. As the daughter of the ruthless King Valerion, she knows power is never given, it must be taken. But when fate binds her to Draven, the brutal and feared Alpha of the Lycans, everything she has fought for is threatened.

Draven is a conqueror, a warrior who bows to no one. When he discovers that his fated mate is a vampire, his greatest enemy. He resists, knowing that such a bond could destroy everything he has built. Yet the pull between them is undeniable, and as war looms once more, their connection may become the spark that ignites a far greater conflict.

With enemies lurking in the shadows and the weight of their people on their shoulders, Azrael and Draven must make a choice, fight fate or embrace it. But in a world where loyalty is fragile and betrayal is deadly, surrendering to the bond may be the most dangerous risk of all.

Sophia finds out that her fiancé Alpha Carl and her sister Susan are mates a month before her wedding with her fiancé. Because mate relationship is rare, Carl dumps Sophia without hesitation and Sophia can only watch Carl marry Susan.
Sophia is heartbroken and comes to the lake, but unexpectedly meets her mate Aaron, they have a hot night, Sophia is disgusted with mate relationship, so she rejects Aaron.
But the next day she is taken to the palace.
What? The mate she rejected was actually King Aaron.
She doesn't know that King Aaron has loved her for a long time, what will happen to them?

Caleb Riverstone was born as the Gamma's son into the cruel Moonshadow Pack, and his life was a nightmare. Marked by the reputation of being a scentless wolf, he faced unrelenting bullying, peer rejection, and paternal disappointment. Caleb finally collected enough money to leave behind the group that tormented him, despite his broken dreams and burning need to flee.

However, independence is only temporary. Caleb's calm solitude is shattered when the fearsome Alpha brothers of the Crimson Fang Pack, Lucian and Tobias Vale, enter his life with a shocking revelation: Caleb is their fated mate. They are ruthless and unrelenting, refusing to let him get away. As Caleb deals with his feelings and the implications of his claim, an impending battle between their packs threatens to shatter the fragile relationships they've formed.

Will Caleb accept his destiny alongside the Alpha brothers, or will the ghosts of his past and the foes waiting in the forest ruin their chance for love and unity?

Suddenly I feel a heavy presence behind me.

"Hey beautiful," he moans against my neck.

A chill goes through me.

"D'ziko," I moan, involuntarily leaning into him.

Long, lean fingers trace the side of my waist, it's a warm hand and I know I’ve felt this touch before. I feel his whole body meet mine from the back, I arche my arse towards him, it lands on his crotch.

His fingers move upper still to trace my lips. A family of butterflies flutters in my stomach.

He groans as I turn around to face him. This is the first time I’ve seen his bare chest although I’ve rested my head on it so many times.

He takes a couple of steps back and stands to look at me for a second before I’m in his arms again.
I’m pressed up against the wall, not sure what to do exactly as his lips go through every inch of me.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and he groans and his tongue finds my nipples. My breasts, it’s like they have a life of their own right now. He goes down…the belly button, the stomach, my inner thigh and that’s it! I can’t! I grab his shoulders and try to pull him up. He doesn’t fight me.

His heavy breathing in my ear is the death of me, I dig my fingers in his back, I have never ever felt anything like this before. He pushes one of his legs in between mines, forcefully so opening them wide.

"It's over. I reject you, Avery Kingsley." Her fiancé James publicly severs their bond. Her sister Amelia relishes her downfall, sneering, "Poor Avery—always the victim," While her father disowns her with a slap, snarling, "You've made us weak." Avery flees to the shadows of the Midnight Pack, determined to rebuild her life as a nobody.
But fate refuses to let her hide. A chance encounter with an injured white wolf in the moonlight binds her to Dylan Hawke—ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, a man cloaked in secrets and simmering vengeance. Unbeknownst to Avery, their connection runs deeper than she could imagine: Dylan is her second chance mate.
Julian Thornton, the Alpha of the Midnight Pack and her sister's fiancé, offers her protection—and a spark of attraction that threatens to unravel everything.
As war erupts among the Three Packs, Avery is thrust into a lethal game of poisoned alliances and family secrets. What shadows bind her to Dylan's fractured soul? And can she trust her own heart when torn between Dylan's possessive claim and Julian's forbidden allure?

I‘ve been living in cracks, and now it's time to break free…
I was an unshifted nobody while he’s a bellicose leader of the other pack.
Our lives should be a world apart.
But to everyone’s shock, I was revealed to be his fated mate.

His rejection was so close to the bone that I fell into pieces.
Worse still, my adopted sister plotted to annex his territory and then get rid of me.
The world had ditched me until he came to my aid…
We tended wounds and soothed souls for each other. It seemed he can’t say no to me anymore…
But everything we knew began to crumble: dragon shifters lurked in the dark, and some intrigue was on the making…
Could we survive in this jungle world?

I wanna know what’s in our way...
Reclaiming His Mate is a rejected mate werewolf shifter romance. It can be read as a standalone but believe me, you'll want to devour it with the rest of the books!

"I reject you as my mate and future Luna!"
"I have done nothing wrong. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Our connection will bring about the return of darkness to the kingdom."


From a young age, her pack was destined for extinction, and as she grew older, she faced rejection from her fated mate, leaving everyone convinced that she would bring calamity.
Disheartened, she decided to leave the place that let her down and embarked on an incredible journey of self-discovery.
Will she forgive him for everything when her alpha mate regrets his decision and seeks to win her back?

Book #2 Love and Chaos series
"I think your skin would feel good underneath mine. I like to know how you scream when you're unable to stop your body from responding to my c**k shoved far up in you."
The first time Edward Ainsworth saw Kailani Zaine, she was running. He believed she needed saving and so he stepped in to save her. His heart had longed for only her ever since that day. Little did he know he would be the one needing saving from her.
Kailani Zaine, an omega has been an outcast, since she could remember and so she trusts no one. Will she trust that the prince isn't like other men she has had in the past or will she run like before?

My pack will die without the help of my fated mate, but he wants nothing to do with us.

After rejecting me, my fated mate would rather leave us to the dragons. I guess my pack is more trouble than we’re worth.

Until the dragons start coming after his pack, too.

Because of our fated bond, my injuries keep him from protecting his pack.

Even though he expects me to get help, I’m going to prove I can be strong without him.

Time is running out before the dragons hunt us down.

Can we survive this on our own, or will our pride get us both killed?

Camelia's life has been a battleground, scarred by her father's hatred and rejection by Carlos, the Alpha's son - who turned out to be her mate. But fate has other plans. She's chosen as a potential mate for Lycan Xavier, a powerful figure seeking his destined partner.

As she discovers she's his true mate, Carlos reappears, claiming her as his own, alongside Desmond, a vampire who believes she's his soulmate.

Camelia's reality shifts - she has not just one mate, but three.

Entwined in a prophecy that could unite three nations, she's a prized target for enemies.

And her fate takes a darker turn when she's captured by Zeus Dimitrious, the infamous Dragon King. Will he hold her captive forever, or will the flames of passion ignite between them, revealing an unexpected bond?

Everleigh has only ever know the life of a slave. Even though she was the daughter of an Alpha, everyone treated her like she didn't matter.
When the soon to be Beta of her pack tries to do the unthinkable something happens and she gets away.
she ends up in a neighboring territory. She finds her destined mate within the pack. Will she have the life she always dreamed of or will her nightmare return but in a new home?

Bellatrix Fallon has hated Lycans for as long as she can remember, even to the extent of taking up a wolf hunting job when she turned eighteen.
Coming across a weird client who might be connected to her parent's strange death, Bellatrix must take on a risky job to get answers that has hunted her since she was just a kid - Spy on the winter pack, most especially Alpha Alec of the said winter pack. It probably should have been an easy task, until she starts to fall in love with this broken Lycan.
It doesn't end there though, as happenings around her starts to reveal secrets and truths about herself and the Lycan folks that she never would have imagined. Even now, her whole life might have all been a sham.
And then... The prophecy.

She was shy
She was kind
She was quiet
She went unheeded
He was merciless
He was cruel
He was captivating
He was the storm

The first time he set his eyes on her he regarded her with a blank look, and the second time he uttered the words that would crush her world . ""I Damien Blackwood, Future Alpha of Midnight Moon Pack Reject you Serenity Martins as my mate and future Luna"" he says with a blank look.
Serenity Martins is a young she-wolf , who had a crush on her future Alpha Damien Blackwood, when she finds out that he is her mate but loves someone else; her human best friend.
So what happens when Serenity goes back after 3 years for her best friend's wedding, her past is catching up to her.. something she has never told anyone, a bit of jealousy, rage, and a surprise in the form of a little bundle of joy.