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That December night, his first love and I were both rushed to the ER.
Two pregnant women. One operating room.
My doctor husband took three seconds to decide.
"She's an athlete. She can handle it," he told the nurse, then wheeled Sienna into surgery.
Leaving me—eight months pregnant with his baby—bleeding alone in the hallway.
When the nurse called begging him to come back, he said: "I'm at the pharmacy getting supplies for Sienna. Twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes later, I'm still alive.
He wishes I wasn't.

This was the thirteenth time I'd tried to earn their love—and my last.
For months, I'd worked myself to exhaustion, five months pregnant, hand-sewing thousands of pearls onto what I'd hoped would become the dress of my dreams.
But moments before the ceremony, my fiancé and his family burst into the bridal suite and tore it off me. They gave it to her—the girl they'd raised, the one they'd always loved more.
They stole my wedding. They stole my groom. And when I collapsed, bleeding, they made sure the ambulance took her instead—all because she'd fainted from the drama.
Watching those sirens fade, I finally understood: I was never the daughter they wanted to save.

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.

My betrothed, Theron, gave me a unicorn — the highest honor our court could grant a lady.
I had it hitched to a dung cart and sent through the lower city.
Only because I had lived this life before.
Last time, I was proud of that creature. I rode it to every hunt, every procession, and people said no beast so pure had ever chosen a rider. My light was the brightest among the elves. Then, season by season, it went out. I withered, I burned away in my own bed, and everyone wept over how strangely the great Lady Eldraine had aged.
I thought it was some illness. I begged every healer in the realm. None of them found a thing.
I only learned the truth after I died.
My spirit watched a girl climb out of that unicorn's body. Elowen. The pale, dying little thing the whole court called a saint — and the woman Theron had wanted all along. She was wearing my light now — my glow, my color, my stolen years. She was radiant. She was alive. And she was in Theron's arms, where I used to stand.
"The binding held," she whispered to him. "Every time she rode me, I drank a little more. Her light. Her magic. Her life. It's all mine now."
Theron didn't even glance at my body. "She gave you her life," he said. "She should be glad."
So I laughed, when I woke again on the morning he led that unicorn into the hall.

My chosen mate used his Beta authority to give the entire moonbloom compound to his fated mate's daughter.
The healer had said to split it—half for each child. Both would live. He overrode her. Gave the full dose to Rosalie Blackwell.
He wanted a full recovery. Just not for ours.
Three days later, my daughter Wren's organs shut down. She died on her birthday, still asking why Daddy wasn't there. The dress I'd made her—white with little silver wolves along the hem—she never got to put it on.
That same day, his fated's daughter walked out of the healing hall completely cured. He even threw a feast for the whole pack.
I collapsed at the border of Thornecrest territory. The healers told me it was cancer. Late-stage. Nothing left to treat.
Now I sat alone in our empty house with Wren's unworn birthday dress across my lap and drafted the dissolution papers.

My dad made me a smoothie every morning for six months. I thought it was love.
It was a muscle relaxant.
He'd been slipping just enough into my drink to make my fingers tremble at full draw — just enough to cost me first place at every major competition. Not enough to kill me. Just enough to let Laurel beat me.
Laurel. His mistress's daughter. The girl he bought custom diamond jewelry while giving me clearance-rack gear for my birthday. The girl he wanted to drop into my family, my home, and my spot on the podium.
I found the proof. Stopped drinking his smoothies. Clawed my way back to number one.
Then, two days before the National Youth Archery Trials — the one competition that decides everything — he picked up a steel rod and swung it at my right arm.
My drawing arm.
The bone cracked. Doctors said three months minimum. My coach couldn't look me in the eye. Every scout, every scholarship, every dream I'd bled for over three years — gone in one swing from the man who was supposed to protect me.
Trials start tomorrow morning. And I can't hold a bow.

I had just arrived abroad for a legal conference when my best friend sent me a video.
An unfamiliar woman was chatting while pushing Dexter’s mother, Jenny, around the neighborhood, claiming to be Dexter’s wife.
My hand, holding the phone, froze.
If she’s Dexter’s wife… then who am I?
I immediately called my husband and asked,
“Did you change family doctors?”
He paused for a second, then replied with a laugh, “Yes. Mom didn’t like the old one, so we switched. I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet. Why do you ask?”
I forced a casual chuckle. “No reason. I just missed you.”
After hanging up, I rushed home overnight.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later.
Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own.
I believed him.
Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times.
He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again.
Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study.
The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman.
Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes.
He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

My husband had been traveling a lot lately. Intuition told me he was cheating.
I kept quiet. For his birthday, I gifted him AirPods—secretly linked to my backup Apple ID.
At 10:00 p.m., his "Find My" location wasn't heading to the airport. It had stopped at a decade-abandoned lumber yard.
I floored it, obsessed with catching them in bed.
But when I arrived, I only found a corpse.

I gave five years to my husband's ambition—and got betrayal in return.

Forty-three days without a break on the Imperial City project. I collapsed from exhaustion and woke up in the hospital. He never picked up the phone.

He was too busy celebrating his mistress's birthday.

The blonde hair wrapped around his jacket was like a slap to the face. I'd cut my own hair short years ago because he said long hair wasn't "professional." He just meant it wasn't professional on me.

He promised we'd move to Imperial City together once he succeeded. But he was always too busy—except when it came to touring my project sites with her.

I'd had enough.

I froze the accounts. Pulled the funding. Took back everything I'd built.

He tried to push me out of my own position, so I reclaimed the patents and withdrew my support.

He called a press conference to save face. I attended—as an executive at his largest competitor.

I watched him crumble.

For five years, I held him up. And for five years, he treated me like something disposable.

He forgot that the empire he thought he built was never his.

It was always mine.

At twenty-two, Danielle Hartford struggled to manage the matrimonial firm she inherited from her mother. A surprise email from Vincent Cromwell requesting her agency for their services seemed like the blessing she needed.
However, when the seventy-two-year-old Cromwell demanded a bride for himself, Danielle was disappointed. She had expected it to be for his drooling hot grandson, Knox Zachary Cromwell, the one she nurtured a crush on.
Knox tried everything in his power to stop his grandfather from getting married to produce an heir. When nothing worked, he proposed a deal to Danielle to give him a male heir in return for a huge amount of money.
Her love for him, her need to save her business, made her give in.
However, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.
Soon, Vincent Cromwell married against his grandson's wishes. Thinking it was an underhanded ploy, Knox destroyed Danielle’s business.
Danielle left the city forever with her daughter, handing him his male heir.
Would Knox ever realize what he had done?

"Spread your legs for us, baby," Khuraan growled, voice rough and commanding. "We want to see what’s ours."

My breath caught.

Zarkhan leaned down, his breath hot against my throat. "You said you could handle all three of us. Prove it."

"And don’t even think about faking it," Hakkan added, his tone a silky threat. "I’ll know. I always know."

Their eyes bore into me—three alphas, three predators circling their prey. The air crackled with dominance, with a heat that drenched me from the inside out.

Khuraan's fingers grazed my cheek, tilting my chin upward. "Touch yourself, baby. Show us how badly you need to be claimed."

My heart thundered in my chest. Every inch of my skin burned, every nerve tuned to the weight of their stares. I was trembling—part fear, part hunger.

"Say it," Zarkhan hissed. "Say you want us watching. Say you want to fall apart for your alphas."

A moan escaped me before I could stop it.

"I want..." My voice shook. "I want you to watch me."

"Good girl," Hakkan murmured. "Now don’t stop until we tell you to."

Giselle Blanco thought she’d escaped the claws of a possessive Alpha when she fled Omaha. But running straight into the arms of three dominant, dangerously intoxicating stepbrothers? That wasn’t part of the plan.

Khuraan—the bold, ruthless mafia Alpha of the East—wants to see how far she’ll bend before she breaks.
Zarkhan—the silent storm ruling the West—wants to bury himself in her until she forgets her own name.
And Hakkan—the seductive doctor with lethal instincts—knows just how to read her every secret desire... even the ones she’s too ashamed to whisper.

They want her to kneel. To beg. To surrender.
But Giselle has no intention of being claimed... until her own body betrays her.

I dragged Theodore out of the car seconds before it exploded. Ever since that day, my fingers have never been the same—a permanent injury I'll carry for life.
Three years into our marriage, Scarlett came back. His foster sister. The one he'd secretly loved all along.
He indulged her every whim. Let her wear my wedding ring. Move into our marital home. Even kiss him in public.
Everyone mocked me—said I was clinging to the title of "wife" and refused to let go. Scarlett told me to my face to get out.
That day, Theodore abandoned me on the highway.
That was when I finally gave up on him completely.
I left the divorce papers behind and vanished.
Theodore found the journal I'd left. He went crazy searching for me all over the world. When he finally found me, he dropped to his knees, eyes red with desperation.
"Don't leave. You're the one I've always loved."
I smiled and took my new boyfriend's hand.
"Too bad. I don't love you anymore."

On a rainy evening, Ophelia Taylor caught her husband Benjamin White cheating, shattering their marriage and her happy illusions completely. Plunged into despair, she found solace in Benjamin’s younger brother, William. Gentle and steady, William silently guarded her—bringing warm milk on sleepless nights, defending her from Benjamin’s coldness—slowly melting her broken heart. Unknowingly, both fell for each other, a forbidden affection blooming amid betrayal. Torn between her unfaithful husband and her off-limits brother-in-law, Ophelia stood at an emotional crossroads. Her reason screamed it was wrong, but her heart clung to William’s warmth. This tangled struggle of love and guilt had just begun.

"Father, I don't remember asking for a maid," he said coldly.
"Name?"
"Dorothy. Dorothy Reyes."
"You start tomorrow."
From the moment they met, Dorothy hated him—Xavier Wort, the arrogant billionaire heir with a stare sharp enough to cut through bone. But she needed the job. She needed the money. And she needed to survive.
At twenty-two, Dorothy has already lost everything. Orphaned by a mysterious car crash and drowning in debt, she thinks working for Australia's most powerful family might finally give her a chance to breathe again.
But living under the same roof as Xavier makes breathing impossible.
Cold. Commanding. Married. Untouchable.
Yet he keeps looking at her like she's the only thing he's ever wanted.
Their chemistry is undeniable. Their attraction is forbidden.
And his wife? She has secrets—dark, dangerous secrets she'll kill to protect.
When a fake pregnancy, an unhinged stalker, and a sinister family conspiracy collide, Dorothy realizes the crash that killed her parents wasn't an accident. And the closer she gets to the truth, the deadlier it becomes.
Just when she thinks she's escaped the nightmare… someone strikes again.
Betrayals. Lies. Obsession. Passion that could burn worlds down.
Will Dorothy and Xavier survive the truth—or will their love end the same way her childhood did?

CALI
Drrrhhhhh! My alarm blared, shattering the silence of my small room. I shot upright, heart racing. Today was no ordinary day it was the day of my interview at B&S Incorporate, the company that could finally change everything for Edward and me. I had dreamt of this moment for weeks, yet now that it was here, a nervous flutter danced in my stomach. I couldn’t afford to be late. Not today.

I leapt out of bed and darted into the bathroom. The cold water on my face jolted me fully awake, washing away the last traces of sleep. I brushed my teeth swiftly, tied my hair into a neat ponytail, and secured it with a red ribbon the same ribbon I wore during my first presentation at college. It felt like a charm, a tiny talisman for luck. I threw on a simple white gown and slid my feet into red slippers, a splash of color against the plain fabric.

Once dressed, I opened my file and carefully arranged my CV, certificates, and other documents, placing them in my red bag. Each paper felt heavy with hope and expectation. One misstep today could cost me the opportunity I had worked so hard for.

The kitchen was next. I cooked cheese and macaroni, a quick breakfast for both Edward and me. I poured a portion into a flask for him—he had a doctor’s appointment later, and he hated missing meals. I ate quickly, swallowing each bite as if it contained my future. When I was done, I gently knocked on Edward’s bedroom door.

“Edward,” I called softly.
“Huuhh…” he mumbled, burying his face in his pillow.
I tapped him lightly again, then harder when he didn’t respond. His head popped up, eyes squinting against the morning light.
“We are on holidays, sis, for crying out loud!” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. Then he suddenly realized he’d shouted and covered his mouth. I fought back a laugh, but the morning urgency left no room for play.

“Don’t you know you have an appointment with the doctor?” I asked, exasperation creeping into my voice.
He bowed his head, muttering, “Okay…” then quickly smirked and ran back into his room, locking the d

I found out my entire relationship with the golden boy of hockey was just a sick, twisted bet with his ex-girlfriend.

I gave Felix Sawyer my firsts, my heart, and my absolute devotion, only to stand frozen in a parking lot listening to him and his friends laugh at my pathetic existence. "The whole thing with Bethel was just a bet," he had smiled, shattering my world.

Years later, I’m no longer that naive college nerd. I’m playing in the championship finals, and the only thing standing between me and the trophy is the demon who ruined my life.

"Let's make a bet," Felix whispered, cornering me in the locker room before the game, his smug face inches from mine. "If you win, I'll crawl in the snow. But if I win... you belong to me."

I accepted, fueled by pure, unadulterated hate. I was going to crush him on the ice. I was going to make him bleed tears.

But I didn't.

I watched in absolute horror as the final buzzer blew, and the scoreboard mocked my failure. Felix skated toward me, the crowd chanting his name, a dangerous, predatory smirk on his face.

"A bet is still a bet, darling," he mouthed. And tonight, he was coming to collect his prize.

"I don't know who moved first. But suddenly my mouth was on his and I was kissing him like I was oxygen and he'd been drowning...I didn't even know his name."
I'm Harper, and my life exploded the day I caught my husband with my best friend.
He handed me divorce papers like I was disposable.
So I ran to LA, got drunk, and let a stranger make me forget I was ever a wife.
One night. No names. No rules.
Just the kind of heat that sears itself into your bones.
I thought I escaped it when I slipped out of his bed before sunrise.
I was wrong.
Because at my next job interview, he's sitting across from me, the stranger from that night.
Hardin Wolfe. Billionaire. Cold. Dangerous.
"I've been searching for you," he tells me, and my entire body remembers him.
I need this job to rebuild my life.
I need revenge on the people who destroyed me.
But working for Hardin means late nights, closed doors, one hotel room on business trips...and a man who doesn't understand the word no when it comes to me.
I try to keep my distance.
He gets closer.
Too close.
Until one night on a work trip, I stop fighting it—and everything between us ignites again.
Then I miss my period. The baby could be his. Or it could be my ex-husband's from our final, toxic goodbye.
Now my ex wants me back. Hardin is hiding a secret that could break me all over again. And I'm carrying a child who might belong to the wrong man.
Revenge tastes sweet. Desire burns deep. And loving either of them might destroy me.

“Do you know how sexy you look right now?” His deep voice made my core tingle as his fingers glided between my folds.

He was hot and I was slimy and wet. “Oh, gosh!” I threw my head back in pleasure as he increased his pace.

His magical fingers made me fidget shamelessly, “Please—” aching for a release.

“Do you want to cum for me, Pookie?” A dark smirk glinted at the corner of his lips.

And I…

I just couldn't take it anymore.


They called her ugly and fat, she felt out of place. The only family she had mistreated not until she encountered the billionaire golden boy who is ready to go miles for her.

But not without a storm ahead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, "Fine."

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

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

The legendary general Victor was sentenced to death, and everyone thought he had already been buried in the grave.
Until a phone call came through ,
"Dad, help!... They took Mom away."

It had only been seventeen minutes since my wife passed away. My daughter was sobbing on the phone.

"Dad, they're trying to drive me out."

I stared at the medical report in the doctor's hand.

The first natural antibody carrier.Toxin levels in the blood: zero.

The same poison that killed my wife, that killed my six-year-old son…had left me completely unharmed.

The doctor lowered his voice."Mr. Miller, you have to stay. They're sending people to pick you up."

I let out a cold laugh.

"My daughter is trapped in the basement storage room right now. Is anyone here going to help her?"

Silence fell over everyone.

I grabbed the glass water cup from the bedside table.

"Five years ago, they handed me a disciplinary penalty and fired me from the rescue team. Everyone said I was good for nothing."

The cup smashed against the floor.

I picked up the longest shard of broken glass.

"Today, I'll show you all how a useless man saves lives."

The Series of Tempting My Offish Mates and Saving Her Grumpy Mates.
[Multiple mates story, lots of steamy scenes.]
Rain is starting her college life, ready to meet all sorts of new creatures. A werewolf herself only having met other werewolves, she's ready to befriend dragons, fairies, witches, vampires or elfs. However, she wasn't expecting to run into her mate as well as her estranged ex boyfriend on campus. Men keep getting thrown at her left and right. How will she balance these new males with her studies?
What happens when she discovers the secrets her father kept from her? Will she be able to handle everything that will be thrown at her this year?


Ember has grown up believing she had no wolf, magic or dragon. Her twin, Ash, on the other hand has had it all. Deciding it best to transfer to a human high school, she ends up meeting her mate, a hybrid just like her. Her mate brings out her dormant wolf and Ember's life starts to unravel. She thought she would be happier once she got her wolf, instead her life has only gotten more complicated.
Having been deceived before, Ember has a hard time accepting the mate bond. Can she overcome her past to find happiness with her mate? Can he overcome his darkness and help bring Ember out of hers?

"You think this is love?" Victor growls, his grip tightening around my wrist. "This is survival. Don't mistake me for someone who cares."
Valerie Bridge had everything—until betrayal landed her in prison. Now she's forced to marry Victor Regal, a ruthless man who sees her as nothing but a pawn. His touch burns like ownership though he belongs to another.
When passion ignites between them, Valerie finds herself trapped between desire and deception. Her past haunts her, enemies circle, and the truth threatens to destroy what remains of her soul.
Will she fight for freedom—or will love be the thing that finally breaks her?

The night Luna Morgan finally meets her fated mate should have been the happiest of her life.
Instead… he rejects her.

Alpha Cassius Grey—the man who’s bullied her for years—chooses another in front of the entire pack. Broken and humiliated, Luna runs into the city… straight into the path of Alpha Landon Xandros, leader of the most feared pack in the realm.

Cold. Dangerous. Merciless. Landon doesn’t believe in fated mates… until her scent drives his wolf insane.

But Luna’s pain is only the beginning. The Elders are hunting her—for the rare, forbidden power flowing through her blood. A prophecy says she could either save or destroy the werewolf race… and some will kill to make sure she never learns the truth.

Betrayals will be exposed.
Enemies will rise.
And when Landon is struck down by a silver arrow, Luna must decide—stay the broken Omega the world thinks she is… or unleash the wolf that could change everything.

Will she tame the beast who might be her second chance mate?
Or will the same moon that scarred them… be the one that destroys them?

"I, Owen Greystone, reject you, Ember Frost, as my future Luna and mate."
"Accept your rejection, you worthless human—and get lost."
Wolfless. Powerless. Unwanted.
Ember Frost had always known her place in the Moonshine Pack—at the very bottom. Taken in after being found in the woods as a child, she survived only through the love of her adoptive family.
On her twentieth birthday, everything should have changed. Owen Greystone, the future Alpha, turned out to be her fated mate—a bond meant to elevate her from insignificance.
But instead of acceptance, Ember received the ultimate humiliation. Before the entire pack, Owen rejected her with cruel contempt, crushing whatever fragile hope she had left.
Broken and desperate, Ember leapt from a cliff, believing her story had ended.
But fate wasn't done with her.
Rescued on the brink of death, Ember awakens to a truth that rewrites her entire existence: she is the long-lost daughter of the Lycan King, heir to the most powerful bloodline in the realm.
No longer the wolfless girl mocked by her pack, Ember begins her rebirth—training, rising, and claiming the strength that was always hers by birthright. And as she steps into her role as princess and future queen, she discovers a new kind of love—one she chooses for herself, not one dictated by destiny.
When Owen learns who she truly is, regret consumes him. Now he wants her back.
But Ember's heart belongs to someone else—and she is no longer the girl he once destroyed.
Owen will stop at nothing to reclaim her.
Ember will stop at nothing to protect her new world—even if it means facing the man who turned her life into ashes.
Because this time, Ember isn't the one who needs to "get lost."
This time, she's the one calling the shots.

Five years ago, Emeline Maxwell fled her fated mate and his pack in the middle of the night, saved at the border by her brother, who took her home to safety. Five years of healing, five years of pain... and she then found her second chance mate, a feat that many didn't even believe possible, in the last place she expected. In the middle of a summit to better support werewolf and Lycan unity. The Lycan King was her second chance mate. Not everyone was happy with this arrangement; traditionalists called it traitorous, and her first mate had his own 'concerns'. Can Emeline and Theodore make it? That's the question.

Even if I kick you out, you can't be with any other man because you're mine!
.....
The life of Filippa, the beloved omega daughter of the Red flame pack Alpha and Luna, made a 180° change after her parents died during a fight with the rogues.
As soon as her parents died, her father's brother, Henry, took over the pack with the promise to return the pack to Filippa when she came of age.
Not long after Henry became the Alpha, he changed from being her favorite uncle to a cruel monster who made her life a living hell.
However, Filippa always had a belief that she'd become the ruler of the Red Flame pack as soon as she clocked 18.
Unfortunately, she never expected that Henry wasn't willing to give the red flame pack.
Henry ordered Filippa to be thrown down a cliff.
Filippa ended up being saved by Wyatt, the ruthless cold beta of the power axis pack, who took her to the power axis pack after Filippa weaved a big lie.
Filippa arrived at the Power Axis pack to discovered that she was a mate to Alpha Oswald.
Oswald already had a lovely partner; so he planned to kick Filippa out of the pack by bringing up a trial.
However, things began to fall out of hand.
Filippa discovered that her love for Oswald was reducing and instead leaning toward Wyatt.
There was also the existence of playboy Asher, who was always flirting with Filippa at every chance he got.
Although Oswald wanted to kick Filippa out of the power axis pack, he was unwilling to see her with another man.
Caught in between three men, Filippa will have to choose between her mate Alpha Oswald, her crush beta Wyatt, and the flirty playboy Asher.

"They called her a nobody. They tried to break her spirit. But destiny had other plans."

Elara Moonstone's mundane life shatters when she learns of her royal Lycan lineage. Thrust into a world of magic, politics, and danger, she must embrace her true self to unite warring factions and reclaim her throne. With powerful allies by her side and love complicating her path, Elara's journey is one of self-discovery, resilience, and destiny.​

"Blackwood, stop,"" I gasped between kisses. ""You're not yourself."

He didn't seem to hear me. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pressed his body against mine. Despite my anger, I felt my resistance weakening. The makeup bottles scattered across the counter as he lifted me onto it.

"This is insane," I whispered, even as my arms betrayed me by wrapping around his neck.

His expensive cologne filled my senses as our bodies connected. His usually cold eyes were now dark with desire, unfocused yet somehow seeing only me.

The music outside was deafening, drowning out any sounds from the dressing room as we surrendered to whatever madness had taken hold.

Backstage, Willow and Damien— the wealthy tycoon she’d saved— were tangled in a passionate embrace. They’d been strangers, worlds apart in social standing, until a sudden accident brought their lives crashing together. Can this fiery biker chick, with her unapologetic edge, actually win over his heart?"

Cecilia has planned a night of raw passion with her oblivious boyfriend, Julian, on his 21st birthday. Shy and a virgin, Cecilia plans to gift him her virginity. However, a case of mistaken identity in the dark leads her to a passionate, unexpected encounter with Julian's roommate and her own long-time best friend, Asher.

The intense, raw intimacy with Asher awakens a confusing mix of guilt and undeniable arousal within Cecilia. The hot night leads to more spicy encounters, as she navigates her feelings for her best friend and her oblivious boyfriend.

"Lucien. Do you accept this St... sorry." The elder quickly apologized for his drunken slip up, "This 'woman' " his disdainful gaze darted towards Aria as he said that, "as your mate?"
"I, Lucien Vine, once alpha of this great Clawhold, take this...Woman." He started his vow, his pause deliberate as he glanced at Aria, "To be the Luna of my house. I vow no love, no care. Just duty and nothing else."
"And you, Aria Thorne?" he drawled, his speech coming out slurred, "Do you accept – "
"I do." Aria replied quickly. Too quickly.
Aria Thorne was born into a pack that treated her like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken."
Her only chance at escape? A forced marriage to a fallen Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh.
Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he's a shadow, crippled and discarded by the very pack he once led and bled for.
Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha forced him to wed a StillBlood. She was nothing more than one more curse.
However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha.
Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?

"I don’t bow to Kings. Especially not spoiled ones like you."
​At Northview High, Liam Vance is a god. As the star hockey captain and heir to a billionaire empire, he rules the hallways with an iron fist and a charming smirk. He’s never met a person he couldn't buy or a rule he couldn't break—until he meets Elena.
​Elena Vance is the "Scholarship Ghost." She lives in the shadows, working night shifts and studying until her eyes ache just to keep her future alive. When her family is evicted, she is forced into a deal that feels like a prison sentence: move into the guest cottage on the Vance estate and tutor the arrogant boy who once splashed her with his Porsche.
​Liam and his elite circle of friends want her gone. They think she’s a "charity case" they can humiliate for fun. They ruin her belongings and try to crush her spirit, but Elena doesn't flinch. She knows something Liam doesn't: without her, he loses his spot on the team and his father’s respect.
​Trapped in the same territory, the war begins. He tries to break her with wealth and status; she fights back with intelligence and ice-cold discipline. But as the late-night study sessions blur into something more, they both realize that the person they hate the most might be the only one who actually understands them.
​In a world where status is everything, can a girl who has nothing win the heart of the boy who has it all?

Echo never asked to be powerful. She never asked to be hunted. And she definitely never asked to be tethered to Nicholaus—the cold, controlled, terrifyingly gentle heir to a cursed vampire throne. But the day she unleashes her full elemental magic, the tether between them ignites… and so does everything fate has been waiting for.

An ancient seer reveals the truth witches have killed to hide:

“The last king was cursed for failing to love a witch.
Now the new king must love completely for the curse to break.
The lock shatters when the Last Elementi accepts her fate…
And binds, marks, and mates her king.”

Echo is the key.
Nicholaus is the lock.
And the witches would rather drag the world into darkness than let the prophecy unfold.
Now Echo must choose who she becomes—a weapon, a queen, or the girl who finally stops running.
But some truths cut deeper than any spell. Especially when Nicholaus holds her trembling body against his and whispers:

“If the cost of breaking the curse is your life…then I choose the curse.”
Nothing prepared her for the way he looks at her. And nothing can stop what’s coming.
Fate is awakening and so is she.

My body pressed against Raymond's, my kisses stretching from his lips to his chin and throat.

He suddenly rolled over and pinned me underneath him, gripping my chin tightly. "You asked for it!" He growled, grabbing my lips and kissing me furiously.

I let out a playful whistle and trailed my fingers down his chest before deftly undoing his belt.

Raymond's breath was coming in quicker and quicker, his eyes locked on mine. "Damn it, Amelia, I'm going to fuck you"

But I wasn't there to fuck, I was there to torture him. As he lunged at me, I quickly flipped him over and handcuffed him to the table. "Sorry, tonight is my time, not yours."
After that night of madness, I fled in a panic. Five years later, I returned with our child

After Raymond found out about my transgressions, I was convinced I wouldn't live to see the next dawn.

I distanced myself from him, feared him, even considered hurting him.

To my surprise, the aloof heir to the Adams family clasped my hand and pleaded, "Honey, when are you gonna fuck me again?"

"Citizens, come forth and celebrate the deathly marriage of His Highness, Shin Wang."
The loud announcement outside the bridal palanquin startled him awake,
pulling him out of slumber and plunging him into confusion.
Mingzhe, once a revered Snow Deity, had lost his divine power
as faith in the modern world withered.
He awoke in the body of a doomed male servant,
forced to marry a ghost bride in his master's stead.
Dread and gloom smothered the entire bridal procession.
An unsettling chill emanated from the manor, sending shivers through all who entered.
Even the attendants' faces were laced with unease.
The wedding venue was engulfed in chaos…
But Mingzhe?
He wasn’t afraid of a little chaos—only of being bored~♡
Well then!
Marrying a malicious spirit might just add some thrill
to his post-deity retirement life.

In the isolated, fog-drenched town of Oakhaven, Elara Vance is not a hunter or a princess; she is the town’s silent cleanup crew. As a gifted forensic taxidermist and unlicensed medic, she spends her nights stitching together what the "shadows" tear apart. In Oakhaven, the local werewolf pack operates like a refined, terrifying mafia, maintaining a fragile peace with the human population through silver-lined contracts and strict territories.

Elara’s life is governed by a single rule: Never look at their faces. If she heals a wounded wolf in human form, she becomes a liability.
Everything shatters when a dying man is dropped at her doorstep. He isn't a high-ranking wolf, but a "Broken" werewolf who has lost the ability to shift back to human, a condition that usually results in immediate execution by the pack to protect their secrecy. Instead of reporting him, Elara sees the humanity buried under the matted fur and chooses to hide him.

As the Pack Alpha begins a hunt for the missing traitor, Elara is pulled into a lethal game of cat and mouse. She must navigate a world of primal politics and ancient blood-debts, realizing that the man she is saving might be the only one who knows the truth about her own forgotten lineage. To survive, Elara will have to stop mending broken things and start breaking the system that keeps her town in a chokehold.

They called me the kingdom’s light.

They worshipped me… until they decided I was a threat.

On the night I was meant to become queen, my sister smiled as she betrayed me.

My fiancé watched as I was condemned.

And then he threw me into the abyss. They thought I died.

But something down there was waiting for me. Now I’m back. Not as a princess.

Not as a saint. But as something far worse. I wear a servant’s face. I bow my head.

I play their game. And the man who killed me? He can’t stop watching me.

Touching me. Wanting me. If he discovers who I am, he’ll destroy me again.
But this time… I’ll destroy him first.

"I want her as my new mate, not like the 99 temporary mates who ran away after failing the bond; I want to have her as my real mate."
The Hollow King’s demand echoed through the Moonstone Pack’s hall. For years, Demon Deacons had been a man of steel and shadows, a ruler who discarded women as easily as he won wars. But when his gaze locked onto the masked, red-haired woman dancing in chains, the air shifted. He didn’t see a stripper or a slave; he saw the one the moon had promised him.
Alpha Leonard sneered, gesturing toward the woman as if she were a piece of rotting meat. "She is a stripper, nothing more. She is a curse. You can choose anyone else and I will give them to you, but not her, Your Lord. She is nothing but misfortune."
"Misfortune, yet you keep her as a slave," the Hollow King replied, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low growl. "If you do not give her to me, prepare for war."
Aurora had long ago accepted her fate as the Moonstone Pack’s living currency. Sold into degradation by her own father to secure his rank, she had lived in enforced silence, her wolf sealed by dark magic. She was the pack's greatest shame and its most profitable entertainment.

Now, she is being traded once again this time to the most feared man in the territories.
Aurora doesn't expect love from the Hollow King. She expects to be used and discarded like the ninety-nine who came before her. But as she enters the Hollow Dominion, she realizes Demon Deacons is not looking for a toy; he is looking for a Queen. In the heart of a kingdom built on brutalityy

Rejected. Betrayed. Left for dead.

On the night of my eighteenth birthday, everything I believed in shattered. I was Saffron Myers—the quiet, silver-haired omega everyone ignored. The girl who clung to the hope that the Moon Goddess would gift me a mate who saw my worth.

Instead, I was rejected. In front of the entire Bloodfang Pack, Alpha Callahan Woods looked me in the eye and said I would never be his Luna. Hours later, I found him buried between the thighs of the she-wolf he did choose. My fated mate. In another’s arms. While I bled alone.

Then came the attack. The beating. The fall. Tossed into a ravine like garbage—no one searched, no one mourned.

But I didn’t die.

I was found by Nyx, a Moon Priestess older than legend. She offered me rebirth—not as the girl I was, but as something more. Something dangerous. Something powerful. I said yes.

Now, I’ve returned. Cloaked in shadow, cloaked in seduction, with magic curling around my fingertips and vengeance in my blood. They call me a rogue. They call me cursed.

And just when I think I’ve mastered the game, Conan Sterling walks in. Alpha of the rival Crimson Howl. Ruthless. Dark. Possessive. And my second chance mate.

He wants to worship me. Corrupt me. Claim me.

But I’m not the girl who begged to be loved anymore. I’ve learned how to seduce. To destroy.

Still, Conan sees through the fury. He touches the part of me I buried in fire. And as I spiral between two alphas—one who ruined me, and one who would burn the world for me—I have to ask:

Can I have revenge... without losing the heart I’ve rebuilt from ash?

Power is my birthright.

Pleasure is my weapon.

And this time, the omega bites back.

Logan's hard work and dedication goes down the drain after getting physical with a man he had no idea about to protect his girlfriend. He finds himself in prison after the man who he had fought with, who also turned out to be the son of one of the most influential families in the US had thrown him into jail but he was comforted since he knew he had his girlfriend waiting for him.

Three years later, he comes out of prison only to find his girlfriend getting married to the same man that had caused his demise and after being humiliated and degraded, it only brings about an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

When a mystery old man gives him a ring to find an organization, Logan's life will forever take a huge turn and his ultimate revenge plan would be more than easy to execute.

Seventeen-year-old Trish Carpenter loses everything the night her mother’s heart stops. With no family left, she’s taken in by her mother’s best friend, Miss Britney, who’s also a single mom, and moved into the Roland household so Trish can finish her senior year at Mthland High.

Her new home comes with a problem: Joseph Roland, Miss Britney's only child.

To the school, Joseph is untouchable. He’s the star quarterback, the golden boy, the king of Mthland High. But behind closed doors, he’s reckless, cruel, and far too interested in testing how much power he has over the orphan living under his roof. He treats Trish’s grief like entertainment and her presence like an invitation.

Now it’s war. Joseph is convinced he can make Trish beg before the summer is over, but he’s about to find out that being the school’s golden quarterback doesn’t guarantee victory, especially against someone who has already lost everything.

Liora Thornhart was the perfect Alpha heir, the perfect fiancée, and the perfect daughter. Until her world shattered on her fiancé’s birthday.
Finding the Crown Prince, Ronan, with her best friend was a heartbreak. Hearing her father command her to accept the betrayal "for the sake of the pack" was a death sentence. Trapped in a political alliance she no longer wants, Liora decides to do the one thing no one expects: She rebels.
Leonard Cole is the "Bastard Prince"—a dangerous exile with a dark reputation and a grudge that could burn the kingdom to ashes. He’s back to reclaim his name, and he’s starting as the new ice hockey coach at Silverhart College. He doesn’t care about packs, or politics, or his brother’s "perfect" fiancée.
Until Liora walks into his bar, smelling of heartbreak and defiance.
What starts as a one-night stand for revenge turns into a high-stakes game of scandal and survival. Leonard has the evidence to ruin Ronan forever, and Liora is the only one bold enough to play it. But as the ice thaws between them, a forbidden truth emerges:
The bond she shared with Ronan was a lie. The monster she’s using for revenge is her true mate.
In a world of royal wolves and cold-blooded secrets, Liora must decide: will she crawl back to the prince who broke her, or will she claim the bastard who set her soul on fire?

Phoenix Kade grew up in the Shatterlands, a place where mutants hunt the living and hope dies fast. He should have died too. The First World’s nuclear apocalypse was supposed to wipe out every human outside the Celestial Marches. Yet Ashen survived, and the secret behind that survival is something the gods never wanted uncovered.

When a band of mercenaries drags him into their fight, Ashen is thrown into a world filled with Netherborn monsters, metahuman killers, and the warring powers of Solmir Peak and the Voidspire. Determined to rise above the ruins of his birth, he claws his way into Aurion’s Gate, the shining capital of the Celestial Marches, protected by the Temple of the Skyfather.

The city is paradise on the surface. In truth, its light hides corruption deeper than anything in the wastes.

Phoenix endures brutal training, becomes a junior demon hunter, and finally earns a place in a world that hates him. Then the real chaos begins. The Nullstar Sect, the Red Covenant, and agents of the Voidspire all strike from the shadows. War erupts between the Celestial Marches and the Shatterlands, and Lord Vaelen Stroud seizes control of the holy armies.

Phoenix must choose who he is. A weapon of the Marches, or a son of the Shatterlands.

Broken but unyielding, he returns home and builds Evergreen Bastion, a last haven for anyone the gods left behind. But Aurion’s Gate wants the Shatterlands crushed before they rise again, and the armies of the Radiant Concord are already marching.

Phoenix Kade will stand alone if he must.

Against gods. Against monsters. Against fate itself.

Because the Shatterlands are done kneeling.

The Zenith Bloodline is a book based on 'Betrayal and Revenge' romance that shows the traditional werewolf hierarchies. By blending the 'Hidden Goddess' trope with an 'Obsessive Ancient Alpha' lead, the story offers a satisfying emotional arc that rewards reader loyalty with massive payoff moments, culminating in a world-building shift that expands the story from a simple pack dispute to a divine revelation.