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“I cannot make you my Luna, but I can make you my mistress!” Alpha Zyk’s hoarse voice pulled my numb mind alert as I squirmed under his heavy gaze.
Every part of his body was strong and hard. I had never seen a man like this in my whole life. His ripped abs bulging from his arms were hard, his broad and squared shoulders hard as well, and the most affecting of all was his rock hard dick that brushed at my back side.

It was a strange feeling; feeling repulsed by someone and wanting the person at the same time. His presence alone made all my senses alive. I wrapped my arms around my body tightly, simultaneously terrified and curious of what he might do to me.

“From now on female, you only do what I say!”

Emma Price, a half werewolf, half vampire watched her mother killed in cold blood at the young age of five, rendering her mute from that moment. In a bid to keep his daughter safe, Elgin, Emma’s father took his child and fled to the human realm where he kept Emma locked inside for her own safety.

But Emma’s curiosity and wolf, Ashley led her to meet her mate, Alpha Zyk, the first day she stepped out of the house. Her life plunges into jeopardy when she realizes that her mate doesn’t even want a mute half-blood as his Luna but just a mistress.

Tired of dealing with being treated like trash, Emma escapes from the grasp of her mate, after discovering she was pregnant with his child.

An event that would either make or break her.

---The game between Alpha and his Huntress mate---
---Who can be the final winner?---
---Who loses her/his heart in the game?---

“You know you never told me why you had those numbers,” Rogan said, “Do they mean something special?”
“We get them assigned, but I was able to decide mine,” I said.
“Oh? Why 110 then?” Rogan kept asking.
I smiled a little, and Rogan looked at me confused.
“It … it was my father’s number,” I said.
“I … I wanted to honour him, you know.
Rogan squeezed my hand and I looked up at him and smiled.
“You were a great hunter,” he said. “But now you need to be a great Luna.”


Her number is 110, her name was rarely used. But she indeed has a beautiful name, Serena. Serena lost her family at a very young, she hated all of the werewolves who ruin her life. When she was sent to kill the most powerful Alpha Rogan, Serena didn’t have any hesitation, Alpha Rogan must be killed.

Alpha Rogan caught the most unexpected prey, his mate, a little huntress. To deal with her was much more difficult than killing his enemies with blood. He knew she hated him and he himself should stay away from her. But he just couldn’t, he wanted his mate so much and never wanted to hurt her.

Everyone knows that the most powerful alpha in the werewolf world is Harrison. There are many legends about him. One of the most mysterious things is that he never announced his Luna. For six years, he hadn't talked about his mate, and no woman could get near him.
……
Six years later, Kayla. returned to the city where she lived. In one encounter, Harrison, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, pressed her against the wall and said, “Do you think your tears still work for me?”
Kayla looked down and did not speak. Suddenly a crisp child's voice sounded. “Mommy, what are you doing here?”
Looking at the little girl, his pupils constricted.
“Is this your daughter?” He asked.
……
“So you broke up with the father? He got you and dumped you and your daughter?”
Harrison threw his cigar into the ashtray, the corners of his mouth twitching with anger.
“Tell me who the father is and I'll make him pay.”
Kayla looked at the man she had missed for six years. She didn't know how to tell her that he was the father.

He loved me for eight years, but in the end, he drove me out in person.
In pain, I saw him and my sister love each other and treat me as a tool to cure my sister.
He even killed our child!
Hatred is burning like fire. I'm determined to take revenge.
Two years later, I came back forcefully. I was no longer the woman who loved him in the dust.
The man who had been cruel and indifferent to me before had become as gentle as water. He even knelt on the ground and begged for my forgiveness. "I'm sorry, in the future, I am willing to atone for my sins with the rest of my life."
Just as I was about to continue my revenge, I slowly realized that I was not completely ignorant of what had happened in the past two years.
Should my revenge plan continue?

My pulse raced, torn between fear and something I couldn’t name.

“Back off,” I whispered, but he only watched me, gaze dark and unreadable. His nearness stole the space from my lungs, his presence too commanding to ignore.

He sniffed,slowly, deliberately, his mouth dangerously close to my neck, and then his hand slid up, gripping my waist with a firm possessiveness that stole my breath. I gasped when his fingers slipped beneath my skirt, the fabric gliding over my thighs like a tease of sin.

I tried to resist, to summon the anger that had always shielded me, but my body betrayed me with trembling breaths.

His words were low, a growl wrapped in temptation. “You belong with me, Serena.”

I froze, heart pounding, every instinct screaming to move but unable to. The authority in his voice, the certainty, made my resolve falter.

I wanted to deny it, to shout, to fight, but my silence gave him an answer I never intended.


I was cursed, or so they said. Wolfless. Worthless. A burden to my family and an outcast in the very pack I was born into.

Survival meant swallowing pride and chasing a job, anything to escape the whispers and the shame.

But fate had other plans.

Three Alphas. My bosses. All powerful. All possessive. All… mine.

I didn’t ask to be mated to them. I didn’t expect their touch, their obsession, or the twisted heat that ignited every time they looked at me like I was something they were dying to devour.

But behind their power were secrets, dark truths, painful scars, and haunted pasts I wasn’t ready for.

Now, everything, my fate, my wolf, my soul…rests in my hands.

But I must choose one Alpha.

Even if it breaks us all.

"You're pregnant."
That's not something Annie Morales ever expected to hear in that hospital. One moment, she was just living her simple, quiet life—ordinary and struggling. Next, she finds out she’s carrying the Alpha's heir, and worst of all, she has no idea how it happened.
Now, her world is unraveling—witches, werewolves, ancient powers she never believed in. Everyone seems to want the baby; some wish for its death, while others seek to exploit it. And in all this chaos, she feels lost, unsure of who she really is.
Then there’s him—the Alpha. Confident, feared, charming, and unpredictable. He was cursed by a witch, destined never to have a child of his own, but he turned to IVF. He’s the last person Annie should be involved with, but for some reason, she can’t seem to escape him.
Now, caught up in his world and bound to a prophecy she doesn’t grasp, Annie faces one option—navigate the turmoil growing inside her, or watch as it consumes everything around her.

For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all—his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun… is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn’t know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack…
I took more than just my broken heart with me.

On the day Evelyn thought Liam would propose, he shocked her by getting down on one knee—for her stepsister, Samantha. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, Evelyn learned the cruel truth: her parents had already decided to sell one daughter’s future to a dangerous man: the infamous War God Alpha Alexander, who was rumored to be scarred and crippled after a recent accident. And the bride could’t be their precious daughter Samantha. However, when the "ugly and crippled" Alpha revealed his true self—an impossibly handsome billionaire with no trace of injury—Samantha had a change of heart. She was ready to dump Liam and take Evelyn's place as the family daughter who should marry Alexander.
Yet Alexander made his decision clear to the world: “Evelyn is the only woman I will ever marry.”

Nineteen-year-old Rose should have lived a charmed life as an Alpha’s daughter, but nothing about her world is easy. Her mother died in a pack war she can’t remember, her wolf has never awakened, and her father’s rules keep her caged.

On the night of the Luna Festival, Rose seizes one breath of freedom. She sneaks out with her best friend Laura—only to lose her in the crush of bodies and stumble into danger. Cornered by men with cruel intentions, she’s saved by a stranger with spellbinding mismatched eyes—one blue, one green. He vanishes before she gets his name, but his face brands itself into her dreams.

When she meets “him” again, his eyes are only blue. He speaks like he knows her. He remembers details only her savior would know. Every time she sees him, something small is different—the gaze, the scent, the smile—but the same face keeps her believing… until the truth snaps into place.

It was never one man.

It was four.

Quadruplet brothers who share a face and a secret—and who cleverly traded places to keep Rose in the dark. Drawn into their dangerous game of heat and deception, Rose becomes their forbidden.

What happens when the quadruplets decide to make her their plaything?
And what will Rose do when she finally uncovers the secrets they’ve been hiding all along?

Charlotte Scott's family fell apart, so she packed two bags and moved to her brother's small biker town to start over.

She didn't know he had a pack. She didn't know she had a destiny.

Then Dorian Black — Alpha of Ironveil, the man whose wolf called her mate on her very first night and who spent weeks pretending he hadn't heard it — chased a pack of wolves off her in the dark, kissed her forehead like it didn't mean anything, and trained her like she was just another newly turned wolf.

She isn't.

Charlotte carries a bloodline thought extinct, with power enough to anchor a pack or destroy one... depending on what happens before her third Blood Moon rises.

The Council wants Dorian mated. The elders have secrets older than she is. A she-wolf wants him badly enough to go looking for a witch. And the man who's supposed to be her mate would rather lie to her face than risk losing someone the way he lost the last person he loved.

Charlotte just wants to survive her own life long enough to choose what happens in it.

HIS TO RUIN: ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE is a slow-burn werewolf biker romance about a bond neither of them asked for, a prophecy with a deadline, and a girl who refuses to be anyone's weapon, anchor, or secret.

Samantha was condemned to slavery for a crime she didn’t commit—her twin sister’s mistake that left Alpha Kade’s parents dead and his sister broken. For five years, she endured beatings, humiliation, and the torment of serving Kade, who was once her childhood friend.
When Samantha discovered she was carrying Kade’s pup, her secret was exposed: Kade was her fated mate. But instead of protection, Kade delivered the cruelest punishment of all:
“I reject you as my mate. I never wanted you before, and I don’t now.”
Shattered by his words, Samantha’s life ended in agony. Yet the Moon Goddess granted her a second chance at life...
This time, how will Samantha live on? How will she take her revenge? And what greater purpose lies behind the Moon Goddess’s plan for her rebirth?

Surrogate? Alpha King? Three Alphas? What the hell was going on?


Ada Lennox had a tough childhood. Her mother died when she was young, and her wicked and cruel stepmother sent her to spend her days on an abusive farm. Her abusive family sends her as a surrogate to the Alpha King's heir.

The catch?

There are three Alphas she will be forced to surrogate for if she makes it through the Selection.

How will Ada face the coming trials?

“I reject you as my mate. I chose her. Diana will be my mate, not some pitiful scrap of a slave.” The words that shattered her world came from her own fated mate.

Cast out and scorned, omega Alicia should have died in the wild. Instead, she discovers a fierce new strength: she is carrying the child of the Alpha who betrayed her. Now, hidden in the mountains under the protection of the formidable Alpha Brooke, she vows to protect her son and forge a new destiny far from the cruel Moon Pack.

But the bond she shares with Alpha Max is not so easily broken. Haunted by her memory and tormented by whispers of a living heir, Max begins a relentless hunt to reclaim what is his. As ancient powers stir and rival packs collide, Alicia must choose between the safety of a new love and the dangerous pull of a scarred past.

Can a rejected mate ever be forgiven? And what price is an Alpha willing to pay to win back the family he threw away?

She was the girl they broke. Now, she’s the woman who’ll destroy them all.
Penelope once thought love would save her. Julian the golden boy of the Callister Pack was supposed to be her forever. But one night shattered everything. Drugged. Humiliated. Framed.
Her best friend and her mate betrayed her in the most brutal way imaginable, and the pack she once called home cast her out like filth.

Whipped. Starved. Left to rot in the Ashborne Pack dungeons. Her innocence was replaced by something colder and sharper. A year later, the world thinks she’s forgotten. Forgiven.
They couldn’t be more wrong.

But when her father strikes a deal with Alpha Daemon Callister’s father, Penelope is forced to move into the mansion of her enemy. She swore she’d make Callister pay.

Her plan was simple: seduce Alpha Daemon, destroy Callister, and take back everything she lost. Make Callister jealous. Make her watch as she sank her claws into Alpha Daemon, Callister’s father. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable.

She would seduce him. Use him and then walk away, satisfied.

But revenge turned into obsession.
Not hers. His.

Daemon wasn’t supposed to fall.
Wasn’t supposed to crave her like a sickness.
Now, he watches her every move.
Marks her skin with his mouth.
Kills any man who dares to look at her twice.

He knows about the age gap.
But he doesn’t care, he doesn’t just want her love.
He wants her submission.

Because now that she’s in his bed,
he’ll ruin anyone who tries to take her away even if it means destroying his own blood.

"This game of yours is barbaric. How dare you make me play it?"
Karen's anger rose again as she realized it was his own fault for being sore, tired, and bleeding. She could have died if it had not been for that asshole guy.
"I suggest you take your finger out, Karen, and speak to me in a more respectful manner," Xavier warned.
She finally lowered her hand, but she wouldn't back down. What he had done was unacceptable.
"Why did you leave me to fight those werewolves if all that senseless bloodshed was to find a mate? I'm a hybrid, half-wolf! Obviously I shouldn't be there," she said angrily.
"I have my reasons," he replied lightly.
"Damn it!" she grabbed his fur again to make sure.


Karenina Mason, a headstrong and independent young woman, is not just an ordinary human-she is a rare hybrid with a powerful lineage. Unknowingly, she becomes entangled in a perilous game of political intrigue, where the coveted prize is to become the mate of the enigmatic and all-powerful Alpha of Westwood. Karenina resists this unwanted destiny, but fate seems insistent on thrusting her into this union.
In her vulnerable state, Karenina finds herself surrounded by adversaries, and her once-trusted friends remain beyond her reach. Forced to rely on Xavier Westwood, a mysterious and captivating figure with his own hidden agenda, Karenina is drawn into a world of danger and desire. As they navigate the treacherous path together, an intense attraction grows between them, unraveling long-concealed secrets that should have remained locked away-secrets that may unleash powers too volatile to control.

You thought your werewolf boyfriend accepted you—his human mate.
But he secretly got engaged to Alpha Thorne’s stepsister.
Heartbroken, you drown your pain in a bar.
“Just one night. I’ll make you forget that cheater.”
So you spend a wild night with a handsome stranger—
Only to discover the hottie’s Alpha Thorne himself, your ex’s brother-in-law!

The day Arabella's stepsister, the one person she trusted the most, steals her fated mate and her cherished family, her entire world falls apart. Broken and humiliated, Arabella leaves the Stormfang Pack and swears to exact revenge on those who deceived her. However, destiny has other ideas. She becomes pregnant after a passionate one-night stand with the strong Alpha Ronan, and she must hide to protect the unborn child. She disappears for five years, raising her daughter covertly as she recovers and plans her comeback.

With a fierce child and an even fiercer resolve, Arabella has returned to the United Kingdom. She is committed to taking back her pride, her legacy, and her position within the pack hierarchy. The man she never forgot, Ronan, is waiting, though. He's never given up on finding her, and now that she's back, he won't allow her to leave again. "Hey, Mate! He snarls, holding her tightly in his arms and preparing to kill anyone who tries to harm her. "I will never let you run away again!"

Arabella has to deal with love, retaliation, and power struggles as secrets come to light and old adversaries reappear. Will her desire for vengeance destroy everything she has come to defend, or will she be able to forgive the past and welcome the future?

Selene Adams was the orphan whom nobody wanted to be friends with. Forced to leave her home as a child and live with her aunt at a neighboring pack, Selene had no memories of the past. She made a plan to leave and survive on her own the second she gained her wolf. But what happens when the Alpha wants her for keeps and her real family comes looking for her, a family that nobody crosses. Selene is pulled in two directions and must make a choice, but unraveling secrets may cause her to lose everything as another Alpha steps in and staked his claim.

Brought up in a pack where she was treated no better than those of the lowest rank, Selene was at the bottom of the food chain.
Left there as a child, she had no one to turn to. With an Alpha who lurks in the shadows, watching her every move, Selene was never accepted. Believing she was finally getting to live a free, calm, and secure life, she had no idea that the Alpha she grew up with had his own secrets, just as her parents had theirs. Believing she was safe from harm, nothing could prepare her for what she was walking into.

Scarlet had been rejected by her fated mate and abandoned by her chosen mate not once, not twice, but a total of five times. After enduring such heartbreak and disappointment, she had given up all hope of ever finding a mate. However, fate seemed to have other plans for her when a sixth chance at love presented itself and saved her from harm.Although Scarlet was grateful, she couldn't help but wonder about the identity of her mysterious savior. Could he be the big, strong brother of the King who had the exact same fur color as her mate? Surely it can’t be the King!

She entered the world marked by a curse.
He was born to take the throne.
Neither of them was supposed to have a say in who they belonged to.

The second Alora’s destiny gets tied to the Alpha heir, her quiet life turns into a fight for survival. Suddenly she’s caught between ancient prophecies, raw power, and people who are terrified of her. In the palace, rumors trail her like a shadow. Everyone studies her like a puzzle, weighing her bloodline, her signs, her fate. To the court she isn’t just Alora. She’s either the one who will save them, or the one who will burn everything down.

Darren has been trained his whole life to lead without letting emotion get in the way. Duty always comes first. Love, or anything that feels like it, is a distraction he can’t afford. The mate bond between him and Alora is presented as unavoidable, a link written into fate that neither can escape. Yet nothing that feels inevitable ever comes without a cost. The more time they spend together, the more the curse shifts. Secrets surface that no prophecy ever mentioned, and those truths threaten to change them both.

While their bond deepens, the kingdoms around them start to split apart. Old systems crack. Traditions that held everything together for centuries begin to fail. In the middle of it all, Alora faces a question that chills her: what if the curse was never something to break? What if it existed to transform her into someone new?

Beyond by Fate: Alpha’s Cursed Mate is a slow-burn, emotionally intense fantasy romance. It’s about figuring out who you are, making hard choices, and finding the strength to reject the role the world tries to force on you. The story blends court politics, layered character growth, and a bond that grows past what destiny planned for them. At its heart is one haunting question: what happens when you stop following fate and decide to choose yourself instead?

Some curses don’t have an ending. But when fate starts to unravel, staying silent becomes the riskiest move. Forgotten powers wake up. And in the darkness waits one last truth: the real danger was never the curse. It was what would happen the moment Alora stopped believing in it. As she faces her worst fears, she realizes the power to rewrite her life has been hers all along. Every step she takes away from fate’s script lights a spark. It could set her free. Or it could drag her into even deeper chaos.

He is watching us, Eleanor. Your husband, the man who believes you’re dead, is watching you like this… beneath another man, breathless, trembling, losing yourself across these sheets.”

His hand tightened against my waist, rough fingers digging just enough to draw a sharp breath from my lips as his mouth brushed the shell of my ear.

“Good,” I whispered, a slow, wicked smile curving against my lips as my gaze drifted toward the shadow lingering behind the half-open door.

I tilted my head back, letting the silence stretch, letting him watch every second of it.

“Then let’s give him a show he will never forget.”

**

Once, I had belonged to someone else.

A husband who chose my sister over me.

A family who buried my screams beneath carefully crafted lies and called it love.

A man who did not hesitate when asked which of us deserved to die.

He chose me.

So now, I chose revenge.

A new face. A new name. A new life stitched together from ashes and fury.

I would make him crave me… ache for me… ruin himself trying to possess what he had once thrown away.

And when my sister watched him unravel piece by piece, she would finally understand what betrayal truly felt like.

But revenge was not simple.

To destroy a man, you first had to understand his hunger. His weaknesses. The darkest parts of him he hides.

And the one teaching me how to do that was the last man I should have trusted.

Alexander Blackthorn.

My husband’s older brother.

A ruthless rogue with dangerous eyes, sinful charm, and hands stained by secrets.

A man who believed revenge was never meant to be quick.

It was meant to be savored slowly… until there was nothing left of your enemy but ruin.

After the devastating loss of her parents and the destruction of their pack, Milena Stonehurst's world was left in ashes. As a former Alpha and Luna's daughter, she's struggled to find her place in a world that seems determined to crush her. She was forced to do hard labor and anything that a typical servant should be doing, which is so far from the life that she grew up with when she was still a child. Not to mention, she was also being treated like trash by the daughter of the Stormhowl pack that absorbed their pack before.
Milena's life has been miserable since then. But, she meets Angelov Thelonius Rhinelander, the charismatic Alpha of the Thundercrest Pack, who becomes her beacon of strength and hope. Years later, when their paths cross again, Milena is blindsided by a shocking request from the enigmatic Alpha: he needs her to pretend to be his Luna. As she navigates this new reality, Milena must confront the darkness of her new life. Can she find a way to overcome her doubts and trust the one person who once brought light into her life? "Pretend to be My Luna and I'll give you anything in return."
WARNING: R18

Stella Sullivan is your normal seventeen-nearly eighteen-year-old girl. She likes shopping, taking selfies on her phone and hanging out with her friends until she had to move as her mother has just died and her father couldn't cope. He got into a lot of debt with his boss, and the only payment his boss would take was his daughter. So, as a cover for selling her, her father told her he got a promotion and that they had to move to a quiet country town as part of that promotion. What Stella didn't know was that she was about to be introduced to a new kind of not only living but an entirely different species. Axel Echethier has just turned five hundred years old. He is cruel, ruthless, violent, strict, savage, brutal, and a lot would call him bloodthirsty and barbaric, but that is only to others outside his pack because outsiders cause trouble and then pack members get killed. He is the King of Alphas and nothing gets done with a soft hand. Axel learnt that the hard way when he lost his chosen Queen. He has given up on finding his true mate, but this doesn't faze him as a true mate would just be a distraction and a weakness he doesn't want...

Caleb never asked for a new family — let alone a mate bond that would shatter everything.

When his mother remarries the Alpha of SilverFang Pack, Caleb's quiet life is turned upside down. He never expected his arrogant, cold stepbrother, Ronan, to be his fated mate… or that Ronan would reject him to protect his title when their forbidden bond is exposed.

Heartbroken and cast out, Caleb disappears — only to find a second chance in the most unexpected place: the arms of a rogue Alpha, SilverFang's greatest enemy. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. A secret child ties him to the past he tried to escape, and Ronan isn't ready to let him go.

Torn between a love that destroyed him and a new one willing to fight for him, Caleb must make a choice… one that could ignite a war between Alphas and decide the fate of his heart forever.

The bidding started at one hundred million dollars for my virginity, but the most ruthless Alpha in the realm just silenced the room with a ten billion dollar bid.

I had no idea where I was. All I could remember were the screams, the black cloth, and waking up on a stage glittering under expensive crystal lights. With silver chains wrapped tightly around my wrists. Below me sat rows of elegant men in tailored suits, their eyes gleaming with pure, predatory hunger. The host raised his gold gavel. "Tonight, we have the only one left. Pure blood. Starting bid: one hundred million dollars."

The numbers flew faster than my heartbeat. Two hundred million. Five hundred million. Two billion. They were bidding on me like an object. I screamed, thrashing against the chains, "I’m not yours!" They only laughed. "Look at her! She’s still wild."

And then… the room changed. The laughter died. A chilling aura swept through the air, heavy footsteps echoing like iron chains. Magnus Rivenhall. His eyes—pitch-black with a crimson glint—stripped me bare, layer by layer. The bids reached five billion. Gasps rippled through the room. But before the murmurs settled, his deep, cold voice shattered the air.

"Ten billion."

Silence. No one dared to breathe. The gavel struck the table, and my entire dark world collapsed. I was dragged into a dark, blood-scented underground chamber. When the heavy wooden door locked behind me, Magnus was sitting in the shadows, looking like a living god of death. "You think your money gives you the right to own my life?" I snapped, trembling.

He laughed—a low, chilling sound that raised every hair on my skin. He stepped close, his dominant scent suffocating me, and whispered against my lips. "I didn’t buy your life, Evra. I bought your blood. And starting tonight, you will never leave my bed."

Avery lost everything the day her father betrayed the Silver-Ridge Pack.
Branded a traitor. Blamed for her sister's death. Sold to the very Alpha her father once betrayed.
Lucian Draveth is blind. Merciless. A monster whispered about in fear. A man who sees Avery as nothing more than a property.
But Avery refuses to submit.
"You want a chance, Avery? Fine. Let's play a game." His voice is calm.
"The main gate is half a mile through the forest. If you reach it and pass through before I lay a hand on you… you are free."
My breath hitches. "And if you catch me?"
"Then you stop fighting and come back. Run."
Five minutes. Half a mile. One blind Alpha hunting her through the dark.
Avery runs. Not because she believes she'll win but because she refuses to break.
The closer Avery gets to freedom, the more she realizes something is wrong. Lucian is hiding something far worse than cruelty.
And when Avery learns why he refuses to let her go, revenge stops being enough.
In a world where the Moon Goddess chooses mates, Avery must decide: destroy the monster or survive loving one.
Warning: Mature content. Dark romance themes.

Betrayed by the man she loved. Replaced by his pregnant mate. Framed for attempted murder.

Freya, once the loved and cherished Luna is forced into the shadows while her Alpha flaunts his true mate, Shirley.

Heartbroken and pregnant with his child, she prepares to change her fate.

Fate. It delivers a crueler twist when she is claimed by another Alpha, but by the Dark Alpha, Shirley's father.

Now she is torn between two worlds. Her first love, The Alpha who betrayed her, desperate to win her back, under his dominance, The Dark Alpha King who sees her as his destiny- a weapon in the political world, and a rival Luna whose ambition had no limits.

He was an Alpha, Born to rule and dominate. And I was a Hunter, born to hunt and kill his kind. Our world was different; our beliefs were opposite. But fate brought us together. I should end his life, but every time I try, I end up in his bed. I don't know if it is the bond, or the irresistible attraction pulling us together. But one thing for sure; Even though we're enemies. I can't stop myself from falling in love with him. A Forbidden Love Between An Alpha And His Hunter Luna.

The night before our mating ceremony, my Alpha boyfriend was tangled up with my brother's fiancée.

He was my brother's ride-or-die companion, and the son-in-law our pack cherished most.

My brother was devastated by this betrayal and charged toward the border that very day, never to return.

Yet everyone kept urging me to forgive them.

His comrade pleaded: "Kael knows he messed up. For the sake of all these years of brotherhood, just give him another chance."

The Elder advised: "I know you're angry, but he's now our pack's Alpha. Making things too bitter won't be good for your future either. Elara, let it go."

Even the usually fair Council Chief was persuading me: "Elara, he's a war hero. It's not easy for a pack to cultivate an Alpha... some things... require considering the bigger picture."

I stopped arguing and simply knelt before my brother's grave for an entire night.

Then I submitted my severance application and moved to new territory with my parents, who had gone white-haired overnight.

Before leaving, Kael blocked my path with reddened eyes: "Elara, do you hate me this much? Won't you even give me a chance to atone?"

I looked at him calmly: "Your sin, like my brother's life, can never be repaid."

After that day, he continued rising through the pack ranks, earning honors, as if nothing had ever happened.

While our family stayed away for three whole years.

I thought I'd never have any connection with Kael again in this lifetime.

Until a recall order brought him back before me once more.

"Elara, long time no see."

"Swallow it all, baby. Be my good girl," Carson groans, his grip tightening in my hair as I kneel between his legs in the Rolls-Royce.

I'm Leah Walker, once a Stanford-educated heiress, daughter of Bayford's mayor. But when my mom was framed and imprisoned by corrupt bastards like Matthew Cole, I lost everything. To survive and plot revenge, I became the city's most expensive call girl—gathering secrets, leverage, and cash from powerful men who thought they controlled me.

Now, with a fake pregnancy, a staged murder, and alliances forged in the shadows, I'm dismantling the Cole empire piece by piece. Carson, the clueless son, is my pawn; Ethan, the dangerous casino king, my unexpected ally. But as bodies drop and truths ignite, will my quest for vengeance consume me—or set me free? In this twisted game of sex, lies, and power, I'm nobody's whore anymore.

After her mother’s funeral, Lena Ward returns to a small town and a house built on silence: a sealed sunroom, a will that forbids witnesses, and a sister blamed on a storm fifteen years ago. As buried records, sedatives, and a hidden trust fracture the family’s righteous facade, a chilling truth begins to surface beneath concrete and grief. Dark, tense, and emotionally sharp, this is a cold-case family thriller of rain-soaked memory, courtroom reckoning, and a child’s toy waiting under the floor.

They say true love makes a woman radiant. Noble. Beautiful.

But my marriage? It was a prison.

For seven years, I wore the shackles of "the perfect wife." I endured. I yielded. I bent over backward to keep the peace. Even when my husband banished me to the back row on our anniversary. Even when I watched him fawn over another woman right in front of me—I stayed silent.

I wanted to break free. I just didn't know how.

Then the yacht swayed, and my arm brushed against Theodore Sinclair.

He didn't pull away.

Neither did I.

When his fingers found mine beneath the blanket... when his voice dropped low against my ear and murmured, *"When we reach shore, I'll give you exactly what you want"*—

I was lost.

They say a woman who strays has no shame.

But when his lips met mine, I couldn't help wondering:

Is this it? Is this where my new life finally begins?

My name is Alessia Vitale, and I'm the unloved twin.

From the moment I was born, I was the "curse" while my sister Chiara was the "treasure." My parents' love, the family's pride—it all belonged to her. Until two years ago, when Rocco Benedetti, the most powerful man in Valentia, chose me. That was the only light in my life.

Then my sister came back from Europe.

She claimed I hired thugs to rape her, destroying her dream of motherhood. Rocco forced me to test deadly drugs in her place. I was sent to a mob boss's basement, taking her beatings, her burns, her broken ribs. My family shipped me off to an unmarked clinic, then left for a beach vacation.

No one knew I'd been poisoned—that I only had a month to live.

And no one knew that by the time they discovered the truth...

It would all be too late.

When he was alive, Owen loved me so much he’d give his life for me. Yet, as for his death, I was as cold as a mere bystander.
At the funeral, his family slapped me, clawed at my throat, called me a man-eating black widow. Every last one of them turned on me, eyes red, demanding the same thing: Who killed Owen?
I didn't say a word.
My ten-year-old son went into cardiac arrest right there and was rushed to the ER — and still I said nothing.
Not until that voice cut through the crowd.
"I killed Owen."
I slowly raised my eyes.
After staying silent for so long… maybe it was finally time to tell the truth.

Growing up, my parents and brother favored only me, treating my sister Della like a burden. They locked her in the basement and fled overnight with me to Aldermere.
Twenty years later, for the sake of my upcoming wedding, they brought me back to that old house to erase the last traces of her existence.
But none of us expected that Della wasn't dead. Decades had passed, yet she still looked exactly as she did back then. She even followed us to our new home—and right now, she’s sitting quietly on our living room sofa, slowly turning her head to smile at us...

My adopted sister, Adriana, hit and injured Hadley Brooks—the prized mistress of Hartwell’s mafia boss, Dario Salvatore—and fled the scene.
Don Salvatore gave us exactly three days. And so, my husband and my parents all turned their eyes to me: Go take the fall for her. You always know how to fix things.
I agreed.
What they didn't know was that on that very same day, my doctor had given me my own deadline: I had, at most, three days left to live.

I snapped photos of pale yellow baby clothes I’d bought at Target, posted them on Instagram captioned “Juno's wardrobe.”
Right after I put my phone away, my mother-in-law Genevieve called and berated me. She claimed I’d lost my mind after our stillbirth, insisted I wasn’t pregnant, and demanded I delete the post.
As soon as we hung up, my water broke.
Six hours later, I woke up worn out on a hospital delivery bed at Devereux Memorial Hospital. No baby cried anywhere.
My husband Elias sat beside me with bloodshot eyes. He pulled a lifelike silicone fake pregnancy belly out and set it on my lap, begging me to accept I wasn’t actually carrying a child. I screamed that I’d given birth and demanded to know where my baby Juno was.
Dr. Beckett and a team of doctors walked in, diagnosing me with pseudocyesis—phantom pregnancy. They said I’d only worn a silicone pad to fake a belly. My parents stood nearby, staring at me with shameful pity.
They forced me onto a psychiatric ambulance. I was locked in a windowless ward, drugged nonstop, tormented by the loss of my daughter, until every ounce of my will faded away...

I spent five years waiting for a wedding, only to watch his first love move in—pregnant, sleeping in our master bedroom, wearing my wedding dress.

She said the baby was his. He believed her.

She said I pushed her. He believed her.

She said I was eaten up with jealousy. He believed her.

But me? He didn't believe a single word I said.

The day I tried on my wedding gown, gunfire erupted. My fiancé shielded her and ran, never once looking back. He forgot that the woman left behind in the line of fire was the one he was supposed to marry. In that moment, my heart turned to ash.

Then came the report from his men—

"Boss, we couldn't find Miss Celeste..."

And so, this cold-blooded mafia king finally learned what it felt like to lose something.

Too bad. Some things, once lost, are gone forever.

When my roommate Sutton woke up from a wet dream, she was literally glowing. She claimed it was the most mind-blowing romantic experience of her life—the man’s silhouette, his scent, his body heat felt impossibly real.
Even crazier? When she checked her phone, there was a strange new number saved in her contacts. It belonged to the man from her dream.
While the rest of us shrieked about destiny, our moody roommate Jessamine just stared at the screen and dropped a chilling warning: "Things that come looking for you in dreams should stay buried."
We all wrote her off as a jealous freak.
That is, until I started noticing Sutton’s face growing more haggard by the day—and the fact that her "perfect boyfriend" refused to speak a single word to her.

I ranked first and snagged the most prestigious job offer in the city. Yet, not a single person congratulated me.
Because for the past twenty years, every top student who received this offer from the medical school "committed suicide" that very night.
Reporters blocked the school gates, grinning as they asked if I planned to jump off a building or swallow a bullet. My roommate grabbed my collar, screaming curses, wishing me dead.
Too bad they all completely miscalculated. I come from a filthy rich family, I’m perfectly sane, and top psychologists have signed off that I have zero suicidal tendencies. I have no reason to die.
So, I looked straight into the live cameras and declared: "If my body is found tomorrow morning, it’s not suicide. It’s murder!"
After all, for that final exam, I turned in a blank paper.

The car crash six months ago destroyed my body. I survive the agony only through the painkillers prescribed by my brother, Fletcher.
While shopping for my wedding dress, I simply swallowed a pill on schedule. My mother responded with a slap that made me spit blood. My father stormed in and kicked my ribs in without asking a single question.
I fled crying to my brother, only for him to grab me in disgust: "You are a disgrace to this family."
I called my fiancé. He rushed to the scene, took one look at the pill, and called the cops without hesitation: "The engagement is off. She makes me sick."
In just a few hours, I went from a bride-to-be to a death row inmate.
But as the gavel fell, I saw our family maid calmly swallow the exact same pill from the gallery…
I lunged at the railing, screaming at the judge. He leaned down, a chilling smile spreading across his face: "Linnea, this is all because…"

The night my sister, Quinn, got her registered nurse license was supposed to be Jude's big moment—down on one knee, proposing.
Instead, Garrett showed up. The same animal who assaulted Quinn in the redwood forest six years ago and drove our mother to her death in the ocean.
Her future mother-in-law took back the ring on the spot, and her fiancé trailed after her like a kicked puppy.
The entire town of Hawkins went from pity to disgust when they looked at us.
Seven days later, the deputy sheriff stood in my kitchen, staring at the twenty-second batch of bubbling meat sauce...

After seven sleepless nights, I started seeing the exact probability of someone killing me.
At my birthday banquet, my stepmother smiled warmly, linking her arm through mine. Hovering above her head was 70%.
I had just overheard her plotting to swallow every cent of the inheritance my father left me.
My half-brother leaned in to hand me a drink. Above his head was 55%.
He was planning to sell me to a creep willing to drop seven figures on a woman.
Terrified out of my mind, I threw myself into the arms of my fiancé, Soren.
Above his head was a reassuring 0%, pure and bright as white light.
Then, with the whole room watching, he got down on one knee and pulled out a massive emerald ring.
"Marry me, Greer."
Crying tears of relief, I said yes and offered him my trembling left hand.
But the very second the ring slipped onto my ring finger, his 0% suddenly shattered into a blood-red 100%.

Lysander’s ex-girlfriend, Evangeline, suggested a hiking trip. Out of obligation to me as his fiancée, he brought me along.
We got lost in the woods and trespassed onto the territory of his half-brother, Orion.
When Orion pointed a gun at us and forced him to choose—
In my past life, he chose me.
As a result, Evangeline was sold to a rival, Matthias, and was tortured to death. I spent the rest of my life bearing the full weight of Lysander’s hatred.
In the third year of our marriage, I lay in a hospital bed after a miscarriage. He stood coldly beside me and said, "Now you know how it feels to lose the love of your life."
Reborn into this life, as Orion’s gun points at me and Evangeline once again, I make the choice for him.
I’m leaving the chance to survive to his true love.

On my first day back in the country after studying abroad, my mother sent me to my fiancé’s company. I was to work low-profile as a secretary, just to slowly cultivate our relationship.
The moment I stepped into the office, a domineering woman started ordering me around, demanding I fetch her coffee.
I endured it.
That was until she deliberately spilled the coffee all over me. Only then did I realize that this woman—running amok in my fiancé’s company and treated like a queen by everyone—was his mistress.

On the night my grandmother died, my husband Kael came home trailing blood.
His leather motorcycle jacket was soaked dark red, yet he flashed a savage grin: "I wiped the floor with those bastards tonight!"
For three years, he had treated our home as nothing more than a pit stop between reckless street races.
I’d finally had enough. "After the funeral, we're getting a divorce."
Before the words fully left my mouth, my phone rang. It was his riding partner, Lunn, his voice choking with sobs: "Sera... Kael drove off the cliff tonight. They only recovered bloody pieces of his helmet!"
But the "dead man" was standing right in front of me...

In my past life, my husband Pietro locked me in a dark basement and tortured me to death. My only crime? I couldn't get pregnant.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the family’s arranged marriage banquet.
Pietro was an illegitimate son, desperate to secure his status through marriage. In my previous life, he chose me—the Godfather's daughter. But this time, he publicly wrapped his arm around my ambitious stepsister, Livia.
Livia had always envied my status. She craved power and desperately wanted to be the Don's wife. Seeing them together, I knew instantly: Pietro had been reborn, too.
Don Ettore laid down the law: Whoever sired a son first would inherit Castel City.
My sister thought she had just been handed a crown.
But she didn't know the truth. The barren one... was Pietro.

Thirty thousand feet in the air, inside the sealed cabin of a commercial airliner, my five-year-old daughter vanished into thin air while I took a thirty-minute nap.
I tore through the lavatories, the galleys, and every overhead bin. The only thing I found was her stuffed bunny, the one she never let out of her sight.
What was even more terrifying was the crew and the passengers. As if perfectly rehearsed, they all insisted I had boarded the plane alone. They even gaslit me in front of everyone, claiming I was mentally unstable and had hallucinated a daughter.
They took turns pushing me, trying to force me into self-doubt and submission. Not a single person offered to help me look. The entire plane was covering up a sinister crime.
If this plane was going to hide my child and protect the guilty, then I would tear this hypocritical aircraft apart with my bare hands.

That "poor pregnant woman" downstairs is currently waddling around Linden Court with her forty-week baby bump, sobbing to the neighbors. She claims the noise of me screwing men in the middle of the night is so loud it's killing her unborn baby.
In my past life, no one in this building believed me. In the end, she used a pair of rusty pruning shears to pin me, dead, to my own living room floor.
Reborn into a new life, I stare at the bulletin board where my face is crossed out with red marker, and I let out a cold laugh.
This time, I absolutely refuse to be the idiot who gets stabbed to death.