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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!"

My BDSM master is my dad's friend?
"My perfect little sub," he murmured huskily against my lips, his voice thick with desire as he continued to explore the depths of my mouth with his tongue. He reached over to turn off the running water. In a smooth motion, he effortlessly lifted me and settled me onto the slightly elevated sink.
"Raise your shirt." his voice was a low command. I complied without hesitation, lifting the fabric slowly until it gathered just below my belly button.
My pussy was in full view now and he stared at it, appearing completely enamored by my body.
"Now, hug your legs," he directed firmly.
I took in a deep breath and followed his instruction, pulling my legs in and forming them into a shape M that exposed my most intimate self to him.


Celia Bennett has always obeyed.
Sheltered by a powerful father, trained to serve—not live—she’s never questioned her place. Until Pierre Bronsnic arrives.
Suave. Dominant. Dangerous.
Her father’s old friend... and a man who thrives on control.
Pierre sees the truth behind her polished mask. With a single touch, he draws Celia into a world of silk ropes, whispered commands, and the intoxicating pull of surrender. Under his guidance, she begins to unravel—awakening to pleasure, power, and the thrill of being owned.
🔥 Dominance. Desire. Defiance.
Her 22nd birthday will be her breaking point—or her rebirth.

Leila, soon to be 18, working her usual after-school part-time job, overhears something she didn't expect. When she speaks up to correct the conversation unfolding before her, she's put on the spot and left feeling more awkward than she originally thought. This interaction sparks her venture into a love-hate relationship with the captain of the football team, who turns out to be none other than her fated moonbound mate. Something's not right! She's a human, or so she thought. Werewolves are nothing other than myth and legend, until he changes right in front of her, causing everything she knows to be called into question. Including the reason why her parents died 10 years before.

The world begins to break at exactly 7:13 PM, a specific moment lodged in the evening like a splinter beneath skin. The sky fractures along invisible seams, shadows start hunting people in the streets with a patient hunger, and entire buildings disappear without warning as if they had never existed at all. Before the night is over, Kol dies beneath a falling piece of masonry, his last breath rattling out across broken pavement. Then he wakes up again in the same city at the same time with the same disaster unfolding around him, but something is different now, a shift he cannot quite name pressing against the inside of his chest.

A strange countdown has appeared beneath his skin, numbers ticking downward in a language he does not recognize but somehow understands. People who remember previous cycles keep appearing before every collapse, their faces are always the same and their words always changing.

Hidden inside the ruins of the dying city is another version of Kol, one who claims this world has already ended dozens of times before, each ending bleeding into the next like watercolors left out in the rain. With every reset, Kol learns more about the patterns controlling the apocalypse, the hidden machinery turning behind the scenes of destruction. The problem he soon discovers is that the more he remembers, the more dangerous he becomes, a truth that settles in his bones alongside the countdown. The world does not want to be understood, and the cycle is starting to notice him, a small aberration is a flawless design.

In a collapsing reality where death is temporary but mistakes are permanent. Kol must survive long enough to uncover the truth before the next reset erases everything again, including the fragile hope he has begun to carry.