3321 Book(s) Related to My Broody Boy

Ten years of secret service honed my Phantom Legion, a force I built that could make a small nation tremble. On the day I retired and returned to New York, I found a cardboard tent next to a garbage dump in a Bronx back alley. Curled up inside was my daughter, whom I hadn't seen in five years. She was covered in bruises, barefoot, and clutching half a moldy loaf of bread. I picked her up and dialed the phone—"I want everyone who wronged her to suffer a fate worse than death! "

For the past ten years, I've been the worst-ranked cleaner in the Hero Association .
The S-class war god regarded me as an ant, wantonly trampling on my dignity on this floor.
Until that day, the SSS-level villain broke out of prison, massacred the headquarters, and the high and mighty gods knelt in pools of blood like dead dogs, howling in despair.
I silently picked up the mop and walked up to the arrogant villain: "You've dirtied my floor, please cooperate with the cleaning."
The next second, the concept vanished, reduced to ashes! The entire audience was shocked: "I told you to mop the floor, and you wiped the villain away?!"

"Starting price for my wife—one dollar!" James announced, pointing at the dog cage where I lay curled up like a dying animal.

The crowd at the wedding erupted in laughter. "Five dollars!" "Ten!" They threw bids like trash, mocking the woman who used to be Mrs. Windsor. Lillian, wearing my stolen necklace, poked me through the bars with a metal rod. "Look at you, Aurora. You're nothing but filth." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My husband had sold me. My dignity was gone.

Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.

"Two hundred million."

Silence fell over the hall. Every head turned. Walking through the doors was a man radiating power—Louis Smith, the newly found heir to the Smith empire. The man I had pushed away ten years ago. James turned pale. "Mr. Smith... this is a joke..."

Louis didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the cage, his eyes burning with a terrifying mix of rage and tenderness. He ripped the lock off with his bare hands and pulled me into his arms. James tried to block him. "She's my wife! You can't just take her!"

Louis smirked, his voice dripping with ice. "Your wife? I just bought her. She's mine now."

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

Before the apocalypse hit, my ex-girlfriend called me, laughing like a maniac: "Jack, you pathetic loser—still playing that stupid farming game? Gonna whack zombies with a hoe? Open the door right now, get on your knees, and beg us, and maybe we'll throw you some table scraps."
I listened to the faint scrape of a tactical knife being drawn on the other end of the line, and silently glanced at my computer screen—at the maxed-out Greenfield Manor game, with its gold cap glowing at [999,999,999] .
"You misheard." I dropped my voice, lacing it with just the right amount of embarrassment. "I was checking the weather forecast."
The other end erupted in unrestrained laughter: "Then forecast this—how you're gonna die today!"
I hung up without changing my expression, flipped open the system, and spent a million on the [Absolute Defense Shield] —then brought out a steaming plate of roasted meat.
Forecast?
I forecast that tonight, you'll be gnawed down to bare bones by zombies.

When the apocalypse came, my materialistic ex-girlfriend not only complained that I only knew how to play games, but also conspired with relatives to poison me, cruelly steal my superpower crystal core, and degrade me into a hopeless cripple!
She thought that by taking away my power she could curry favor with the powerful and live a carefree life, but little did she know that not only did I not die, but the "League of Legends max level system" in my mind had actually completed its ultimate upgrade!
Sylas uses his ultimate to regain his power, Pyke's X-shaped slash breaks his enemy's limbs; a horde of 100,000 zombies presses in, and the whole city is in despair, when I descend from the sky with my treasure girl who is my life partner!
Pantheon's slam, Miss Fortune's barrage, Ziggs's nuke... Five LOL ultimate moves in a row wiped out the entire field, evaporating 100,000 zombies in one minute and directly ascending to the throne of the wasteland god!
Looking at my stunningly beautiful and god-level support character whom I had spoiled rotten, my ex-girlfriend, who had fallen into the mire, was filled with remorse. She knelt in the sewage, kowtowing and crying, begging to be a foot-washing maid.
I looked down at them and sneered, "Sorry, my five-player squad is already full."

She never saw it coming. After five years of marriage, it took a DNA test to blow everything up.

The son she raised from birth? Her husband's kid with his ex. And somehow, both of them knew the whole time and said nothing.

It gets worse. She overheard her husband's actual plan: wait for the ex to come back, then push her out of the company "nicely" and hand her five million as a goodbye gift.

Five million? She single-handedly kept that company alive, pouring in her own money and connections to clean up his messes. And that's all she's worth?

She was done. She wanted everything back that was hers.

The ungrateful kid? She's over it. The husband chasing his first love? Good riddance.

But the moment she walked away for real, both of them came running back.

"Baby, please. Just give me one more chance."

She didn't even look up.

I was frozen for 100 years due to illness.
One hundred years later, the whole world was ravaged by strange phenomena, and humanity was huddled together in a few small places to survive.
I was awakened from my slumber by the investigation team. I thought I would be killed by the monster as soon as I woke up, but I found that the monster here was my good brother from college.
Besides him, the eerie owner of the barbecue restaurant, the matchmaking ghost who likes to harm people through blind dates, the S-class monstrous ghost in the cemetery... they are all my old friends...
The world a hundred years from now feels strangely familiar...

On my son's seventh birthday, he hid behind my husband's first love and shouted at me, "You're a bad woman! She's my real mom!"
My husband was even crueler. He threw me out of the house without a second thought.
"To me, you were nothing but a surrogate."
Heartbroken, I walked away—and later adopted an abandoned little boy.
Years passed, when my husband finally learned the truth about the woman he had always protected, he came to me with our biological son, both of them kneeling before me in tears, begging for forgiveness.
Holding my adopted son's hand, I smiled calmly.
"Sorry. I only have one son."

With her husband feeling more like a distant roommate, Nikki, an ex-college soccer player, knows there's more out there for her but scared to leave the comfort of her normal, usual, secure life. One night, during a massive storm, lightening strikes as a new player, Shane, joins her team. The second their eyes meet, time stops. She knows this person has always lived in her heart and soul. What is this feeling? It's illogical, it's fantasy, it's supported by all of the physical evidence you could throw in front of her. What the hell even is a soul mate, anyways? There's only one way to find out without actually having to interact with the dark haired stranger in real life...inviting him to dream with her. Will he join her?

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

On our first wedding anniversary, I walked into my husband's office and found him having sex with my best friend.

He didn't even apologize. Instead, claiming he was disgusted that I hadn't produced an heir in a year of marriage, he threw divorce papers in my face.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my new husband—Cassian Vitiello, the Godfather of the North American underworld.

Vincent ran into me at the docks. He handed me a business card, offering me a job as a nanny for his mistress's son.

What he didn't know was that the woman he was mocking was now the Donna—the woman the entire East Coast underground feared.

After sleeping for a thousand years, I returned to the ancestral castle that was supposed to be mine.
Only to find my throne torn down and turned into an auction block for the black market, my territory carved up clean by traitors.
And my only pureblood descendant in this world was actually being auctioned off like livestock—covered in blood, chained up with a cheap dog collar around his neck.
The entire room of nobles and elites mistook me for the lowest kind of half-blood trash, mocking me as a rat too stupid to know when he was dead.
The usurper, eager to curry favor with the Abyss, shouted that he would drain me dry and offer my blood as a tribute to the three pureblood princes deep within the Abyss.
Then the void split open, and those three supreme princes—the untouchable monsters the world worshiped—truly descended.
Under the horrified gaze of more than a thousand nobles and elites, those three ancient monsters threw themselves at my feet, scrambling and crawling, wailing in terror without even daring to raise their heads:
"Your unworthy descendants... welcome the Ancestor's return!!!"

My wife was forced to don a wedding dress to marry my sworn enemy, while my three-year-old daughter was locked in an iron cage suspended above the raging sea.

And I, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Blackwater Fleet, was forced to wear a dog collar, kneeling on broken glass and licking up red wine like a crippled stray dog.
All because embedded in their necks were biological bombs, the detonator held in the hands of my enemy.

The elites of the entire island ruthlessly mocked my cowardice, trampling me underfoot in ultimate humiliation.

That was until the climax of the maritime wedding, when my enemy smugly pressed the detonator, only for the collars to flash a safe green light—the full-frequency signal decryption was complete.
Amidst the dead silence of the crowd, I snapped the forged steel chains binding me and slowly stood tall.

The next second, ten nuclear-powered submarines violently breached the ocean surface, and tens of thousands of heavily armored death squads descended from the sky.

Looking at my enemy, now terrified to the point of incontinence and shattering his own knees to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy, I picked up that very dog chain and slipped it around his neck.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

-WARNING-This story may contain content that some may find disturbing.

“If you can’t satisfy me with your mouth, then you’ll have to satisfy me some other way.”

He ripped off her flimsy clothing and tossed the shredded fabric aside. Visenya panicked as she realized exactly what he was implying.

“Let me try again…with my mouth. I think I c...”

“Quiet!” His voice echoed off the walls of his bedchamber, silencing her on the spot.

This wasn’t the way she had imagined her first time would be. She pictured passionate kisses and gentle caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. Lucian wouldn’t be loving, and he certainly didn’t cherish her either. She had been cursed with a mate who was bent on revenge, wanting nothing more than to watch her suffer.


Ten years had passed since Dragons ruled over the world…since Visenya took her place as Lycan Queen. Vampires were forced into the shadows now that hunting and enslaving humans was punishable by death. The world was finally at peace…until Dragon Lord, Lucian woke from his induced sleep to discover that his entire race had been massacred by Visenya’s father. Visenya is stripped of her kingdom and forced to live out the rest of her days as Lucian’s slave. The cruelest joke of all is, Visenya learns that the mate she has been so faithfully waiting for all these years, is none other than the vengeful Dragon Lord himself.

Consumed by their hatred for each other, is it enough to fight the intense mate bond between them? Will Lucian push Visenya to her absolute limit, just to regret it all in the end?

There has never been a female Alpha until Amani Constantine. She was once the future Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack—a pack that was completely annihilated under the order of the Alpha King. In one night, Amani lost her parents and entire pack, spared only for being the fated mate of Prince Malakai, the son of the Alpha King and heir to the throne. She despises the Alpha King and harbors equal animosity towards Malakai, who is determined to mold Amani into the most obedient mate. However, submission goes against Amani’s very nature; she is an Alpha through and through, but she is a wolf-less Alpha, unable to shift. Branded as a defect, a flaw, and an abomination to their kind, Amani struggles with her identity. When the wolf inside her finally awakens, will she stand by her mate’s side and ascend as the next Luna Queen? Or will Amani step into her role as the Alpha she was destined to be and seek her revenge for the slaughter of Bloodmoon?

Six months, twenty-nine days, three hours, and fourteen seconds. That's how long bliss lasts before reality rubs its big, fat ugly ass all over your happiness.
Marlowe Mills thought the hard part was surviving the enemies who wanted to destroy her. She was wrong.
The real damage came from the people she loved most. A buried secret. A devastating betrayal. A truth everyone knew except her.
Now the man she loves must prove that protecting someone isn't the same as lying to them, while she struggles to decide whether trust, once shattered, can ever truly be rebuilt. Because love was never the problem. Trust was.

Ravens MC Series: Marlowe & Torin-Book 1 (Bad Boys Collections)
Triggers: dark theme, brief substance use, guns, knives, mature content, 18+

Marlowe Mills, the daughter of the president of the Sons of Morning Star, is unwittingly ensnared by Torin Montero, a member of her father's club, who becomes her fathers rival and her silent protector.
Years after a betrayal, the embers of Marlowe and Torin's love ignites once more. But Marlowe finds herself in the embrace of a Mob boss's son, entangled in a web of obsession and danger. Fate, however, has a twist in store.
When the lines between love and vengeance blur, Marlowe must choose her dance of destiny.

"Evelyn Drake, are you truly set on joining the FBI as an undercover agent?"
The senior officer Garrett stared intently at the elegantly dressed woman before him, his gaze laced with inquiry and faint doubt.
It was his occupational habit, even a special knack, to categorize everyone he met into distinct social ranks—and he was exceptionally good at it, never once misjudging anyone.
In his eyes, Evelyn Drake, with her flawless makeup and platinum-blonde hair all the way down to the roots, was far from cut out to be an agent.
He had seen countless such pampered wealthy wives throwing petty tantrums. Most would make a scene at the front desk, only to be coaxed home meekly by their rich husbands soon after.
If such a delicate lady were admitted into the FBI, he suspected even the Kevlar bulletproof vest alone would chafe her soft skin raw.
Lost in these thoughts, Garrett let out a disdainful chuckle, his tone brimming with scorn. "Are you really sure? You'd give up your lavish lifestyle to become an FBI agent?"
Sensing his contempt, Evelyn took off her expensive wristwatch and slipped it into her handbag, then nodded firmly at him. "I am absolutely certain."

Reborn seven days before the zombie siege, Shen Lie returns to the day he was tricked into a deadly dark web live stream. Betrayed by his wife and trapped as prey for global wealthy viewers, he uses his stunt skills to layout a counter-kill plan, turning every hunter into the hunted and exposing the bloody evil behind the apocalypse game.

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

On my first day as an intern at the zoo, the old director assigned us animals to care for.
In my previous life, my classmate Jack chose the easy-to-care-for African elephant, while I was forced to take on the brutal Siberian tiger.
A month later, the apocalypse struck, and the Siberian tiger successfully evolved, leading me to escape the encirclement.
Jack's elephant, however, couldn't outrun the mutated species and was torn to pieces. Driven
by jealousy, the surviving Jack incited a mob to brutally beat me and the giant tiger to death, dismembering and cannibalizing us.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the animals were assigned.
Jack had already taken the Siberian tiger, pushing the elephant to me, and I knew he had also been reborn.
But what he didn't know was that the Siberian tiger he had devoured was also reborn with me.

My lips parted, ready to inquire as to what he was up to, but his nose pressed against the crease of my neck, and I heard him take a long breath. I trembled, perplexed by his actions until it dawned on me.

There was the minty citrus aroma from his orange tic tacs, as well as the masculine musky scent that all dominating males have, with a tinge of woodsmoke and leather underneath. It all screamed powerful man, which was one of my flaws as a little gay Omega.

I whimpered, my body reacting to his aroma and proximity. I was perplexed and a little disturbed that my brother's best buddy was making me feel this way. My instincts had me baring my throat to the larger man, who approved with a faint growl.

"Tomy?" I murmured, still unclear of what was going on. Not that I had any idea what was going on. I simply know he smells great, and I'm getting a little horny right now.

As he examined me, his brows wrinkled, his gaze lingering on my Batman pajama pants. I squeaked as I saw them colored a little and covered myself with my hands.

As Tomy's dark brown eyes met mine, my face heated. As he leaned back in, a slow grin pulled up one side of his mouth, and I trembled once more.

My breath was seized as his lips brushed towards my ear.

"You fucking smell so wonderful, Louis." At the sound of his rough voice, I let out a stifled whimper.

From Friends, Louis who had a crush on his childhood friend Jason, ended up to be his brother's Thompson Mate who is Louis's elder brother best friend...such a Love triangle

BxB

Samantha Bennett never expected her impulsive flash marriage to turn into a scandalous encounter in the ER. When an arrogant doctor coldly orders her to undress for treatment, she's mortified—until he pulls down his mask and reveals himself as her newlywed husband, Noah Avery. Charming, powerful, and infuriatingly smug, he's not just a top-tier surgeon. He's also a billionaire.

As their whirlwind marriage collides with real life, sparks fly in the most unexpected places. Things truly explode when her jealous ex barges into the hospital, only to be silenced by a smug husband flashing a marriage certificate and pulling her into his arms.

Caught between a past she wants to forget and a dangerously seductive future, Samantha must decide whether this accidental marriage is her biggest mistake—or the best thing that ever happened to her.

On the night of her birthday, Anastasia's world is turned upside down. Her father's brutal attack sets off a chain reaction that shatters her dreams and changes her life forever.

In a shocking twist, her father is forced to reveal a dark secret.

Anastasia is to marry into the infamous Greyson family, the most powerful and feared dynasty in the world. And her husband to be is none other than Dante Greyson, the enigmatic, ruthless billionaire with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost.

As Anastasia is dragged into the Greyson's treacherous world, she's confronted with a toxic web of family dynamics, including an ex-girlfriend with a hidden agenda, a mother-in-law who despises her, and sisters-in-law who'll stop at nothing to destroy her.

But Dante, the man she's bound to, is a puzzle she's desperate to solve. With a heart frozen by past betrayal, can he ever love again? And what happens when the sparks between them ignite a fire that threatens to consume them both?

But just as Anastasia begins to navigate this treacherous new world, a sinister message arrives, shattering her fragile sense of security: "Leave Dante or get caught up in the storm"

"No woman leaves his bed alive."
"But I will survive."
I whispered it to the moon, to the chains, to myself—until I believed it.
They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me?
The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn't do love. He doesn't do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays.
"Before my beast consumes me completely—I need a son to take the throne."
Too bad for him…I'm not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I'm something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.

My perfect life shattered in a single heartbeat.
William—my devastatingly handsome, wealthy werewolf fiancé destined to become Delta—was supposed to be mine forever. After five years together, I was ready to walk down the aisle and claim my happily ever after.
Instead, I found him with her. And their son.
Betrayed, jobless, and drowning in my father's medical bills, I hit rock bottom harder than I ever imagined possible. Just when I thought I'd lost everything, salvation came in the form of the most dangerous man I'd ever encountered.
Damien Sterling—future Alpha of the Silver Moon Shadow Pack and ruthless CEO of Sterling Group—slid a contract across his desk with predatory grace.
“Sign this, little doe, and I'll give you everything your heart desires. Wealth. Power. Revenge. But understand this—the moment you put pen to paper, you become mine. Body, soul, and everything in between.”
I should have run. Instead, I signed my name and sealed my fate.
Now I belong to the Alpha. And he's about to show me just how wild love can be.

"Where did you run out from wearing a wedding dress, little mouse?"
He tilted my chin up, his voice low and dangerous. "You look like hell."
"Ansel," the man beside him warned sharply. "Be careful with her."
Ansel didn't look away. "She's my mate."
A quiet laugh followed. "Is she?" another voice said. "That's strange... because I feel the bond too."
I turned toward the third man—the one with silver eyes.
"You too?" Ansel asked.
He didn't answer.
But the bond in my chest flared, fierce and undeniable.
Yes.
All three of them.
Raven Lightwound's perfect wedding day shatters in a single moment when her fiancé betrays her.
Humiliated and heartbroken, she unleashes her wolf and runs—straight into the arms of fate.
Deep in the forest, Raven encounters Rowan, Ansel, and Asher: triplet brothers, deadly alpha hunters... and all three claim her as their fated mate.
One bond is impossible.
Three is forbidden.
Torn between the pain of her past and the pull of a destiny she never asked for, Raven must decide whether to trust again—or lose everything.
Can a broken bride open her heart to three powerful alphas?
Or will betrayal haunt her before she can claim her future?

My fiancé vanished on our wedding day. Later, I fell for Marcus, a down-and-out alpha, but left after seeing him with Isabella.

Heartbroken, I left with our child. A plane crash made Marcus believe our daughter and I were dead.

Five years later, we meet at a school.

"You're alive?" Marcus stared in shock.

"Sorry to disappoint," I replied coldly.

"I've searched for you both for four years!"

"Don't you have Isabella now?" I laughed bitterly.

"I never forgot you..."

"We're over, Marcus."

Can we fated mates hold onto each other this time?

Maya Cross woke up in a nightmare—trapped in the body of a sadistic villain who'd tortured five powerful beastmen into submission.
Good news? She finally had the power to break their bonds and set them free.
Bad news? They were stranded on a dying ship surrounded by Zerg swarms, with zero rescue coming.
The first was Caleb, a snake beastman whose red eyes burned with pure hatred. Every time he looked at her, she saw the memory of chains and venom extraction.
The second was Finn, an aquatic beastman whose scales she'd ripped off one by one. He could barely stand to be in the same room without his hands shaking with rage.
The third was Sage, a griffin beastman she'd tormented so badly he barely went a day without fresh wounds.
The fourth was Hunter, a lion beastman she'd mocked relentlessly, calling his beast form hideous and grotesque.
The fifth was Jasper, a fox beastman whose face she'd scarred so badly he'd lost his consortium inheritance.
"Protect me until I find my father," Maya told them, drawing her own blood, "and I'll give you what you need to break our bond."
Caleb laughed bitterly. "Since when do you make deals instead of demands?"
"Since we're all dead if we don't work together."
But when survival depends on trust, can a torturer become a savior—or will her victims choose revenge over rescue?

I only gave him one night. One night to prove I wasn't just the human maid cleaning his mansion floors.
And by dawn, the Alpha shattered me. He rejected me, humiliated me, and chose another to wear the crown at his side.
He never knew that night left me with more than scars. It left me with a son.
Two years later, I'm not the weak girl who cried when he cast me aside. And I'm back not for him, but for my child.
Kael thinks he can ignore the past. He thinks he can demand my forgiveness. But I don't care about his crown, or his throne, or the Luna who clings to him like she's untouchable.
All I care about is protecting my son.
And if the Alpha thinks he can claim us now... he'll learn that nothing is fiercer than a mother who refuses to be erased.

Alexander's lips crash against hers, urgent and consuming, his hard dick pressing against her throbbing pussy, igniting a primal ache. His hands seize her breasts, fingers teasing, before his teeth graze her nipple, biting softly, sending shivers as her body arches, slick with need.
Olivia Harper wakes with no memories. Everyone tells her she's madly in love with her fiancé, but her dreams suggest otherwise. Until the ruthless CEO Alexander Blake confines her, his voice a husky purr. "Forgotten? Perfect."
Memories surged: he had pinned her in a car, her sobs were raw. Why did his possessive eyes burn with grievance?

"Reject me, Dante. I don’t want this.”
His grip tightened. “You can’t run from fate, Aria. You’ve always been mine.”

Aria always believed her heart belonged to Damien, her childhood sweetheart. But to her parents, Damien was nothing more than a weak omega. And her destiny is rewritten in a reckless night with Dante Blackwood—Damien’s cousin, a dangerously posseive Alpha.

Now, the Moon Goddess has spoken: Dante is her true fated mate. Bound to a man as dangerous as he is irresistible, Aria is torn between a tender past with the omega who holds her heart and a blazing future with the Alpha who demands her soul.

Will she follow her heart, or surrender to a destiny that could destroy them all?

Selene Voss has spent her whole life doing only one thing which is surviving. She has no family, no power, no wolf.

So when she gets a mysterious scholarship to Ironveil Academy, the most feared werewolf school in the supernatural world, she already knows she is finished before she even starts.

Because Ironveil is not a place for weak people. It is a place where monsters are raised, the children of Alphas, future killers, dangerous heirs born with power in their blood.

And then there is Selene, just one human girl trying not to get eaten alive. Her plan was simple: stay quiet, avoid trouble, graduate and then disappear.

But that plan scatters the moment Kael Ashbourne notices her. Kael who is a proud alpha heir, ruthless, feared by everybody from the first day, makes it clear that Selene does not belong there.

Then there is Dorian Vex, quiet, deadly, always watching her like he knows something nobody else does.

And he does because Selene is not just human.

She is something the supernatural world wiped out over three hundred years ago. A secret powerful enough to destroy the balance between wolves, witches, and the High Council itself.

Now everybody wants a piece of her.

Some want to use her, some want to own her. Others want her dead before she remembers who she truly is.

But the real problem?

The dangerous bond tying her to two alpha heirs who hate each other with everything in them.

At Ironveil Academy, secrets do not stay buried. And love? Love is the fastest way to die.

He’s the last of his kind. The king in a world where no one bows. The predator in a city full of prey. And he says I belong to him.

I thought I could ruin him.
I thought knowing his secret, that the city’s beloved billionaire is actually the ruthless mafia king in the shadows meant I had power over him.

But I was wrong.

Because Leander Vekaris doesn’t just want to silence me.
He wants to break me.
Strip me.
Claim me.

He says my bloodline is the only one that can save his dying race. That I was born to bear his heir, to carry his mark.
That he’s waited too long to let a weak little human like me say no.

And every time he touches me—every cruel word, every brutal kiss, every whispered promise to ruin me if I run—
…I started to believe him.

Because under his cruelty, there’s something else in his eyes.
Something dark and dangerous… but desperate too.
Like maybe he hates needing me as much as I hate needing him.
And maybe…
I’ll let him destroy me anyway.

Even if loving a monster like him might cost me everything.

[R-18]

On her wedding day, he kidnapped Anna; when she woke up, she discovered herself on an unknown island, in the middle of an ocean. She tried her best to escape from there, but will he let that happen when he finally gets her after so long? What will be her reaction after seeing him? Will she fall apart?
But Anna refused to do that, she tried to stay strong with the hatred she was holding for him these years, but will he let her keep hating him or something going to change between them, but how, since he hid so many secrets from her, can she accept everything when the truth will come to light, what will she do when she bound to some truth she never imagined even in her dream.
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“I, Summer Evergreen, daughter to alpha Jason Evergreen and luna June Evergreenof the silver moon pack, hereby accept the rej…….."

There was a growl and a hand over her mouth so fast that she squeaked. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. He looked in her eyes, pleding with her.

"Please, Summer, don't. We are begging you”


Alpha Kane broke Summer's heart years ago when he rejected her as his mate and his wolf hurt her physically. Now five years later, she's back to take his rejection. What is going to happen when Kane meets Summer again?

Betrayed by her mate and best friend, Sheila is framed for a crime she didn’t commit. Broken and on the run, one reckless night with the dangerous and magnetic Cameron Giovanni changes everything. But when he reappears—darker, more powerful, and with secrets of his own—Sheila learns that passion can be deadlier than betrayal.

Six years ago, Tara was abruptly dumped by the man she loved—Kade. Soon after, she discovered she was pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, Abby.
Now a single mother, Tara is desperate to save her sick child. When Abby develops a mysterious illness no doctor can explain, Tara moves to a new city in search of treatment—only to meet Soren Hawthorne, a powerful man who unexpectedly offers her help.
Life finally seems to turn in her favor…
Until the truth comes out.
Abby is a half-wolf.
Soren is an Alpha werewolf.
And Tara is his fated mate—a human he can never accept as his Luna.
Worst of all?
Kade, the man who abandoned her, is Soren’s best friend.
Fate has returned—and this time, it won’t let her go.

"You," he growled, glaring at me with hatred in his eyes even as he pinned me to the wall, obstructing my airflow. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

"I'd like to see you try, Alpha." I spat at him, my voice filled with defiance.

He dropped me to the ground before lifting me up as if I weighed nothing and pinning me against his study table, pushing my legs apart.

"Oh, you'll see. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll beg for death." He growled against my ears, filling me with fear of what is to come.

*****


In a world of false accusations and vengeful rulers, Evelyn's life takes a harrowing turn. Framed for a crime she didn't commit, she faces the wrath of the alpha king. Instead of death, he condemns her to a fate worse than she could have imagined: becoming his personal slave and breeder. As fear grips her, Evelyn must summon her strength to challenge the tyrant's rule and reclaim her freedom. Will she find a way to defy her captor and seek justice, or will she be forever trapped in a life of darkness and despair? What happens when the moon goddess announces that she is his second chance mate? Will she still try to escape him or will she let their bond bloom? A gripping tale of resilience and defiance unfolds in this thrilling journey of survival, betrayal and love.

On the day of her coming-of-age transformation, Viya recognized Alpha Lucius as her destined mate.
From that moment on, she chased him relentlessly—ignoring his indifference,defying Alpha Caesar, the most powerful Alpha in North America who had raised her.
At twenty-one, she finally married him.
Not because he loved her—but because she was useful.
She was obedient. Considerate. Replaceable.
She silenced his family’s demands for a Luna.
She managed his household flawlessly.
For three years, she played her role perfectly.
Until the night she planned to celebrate his birthday.
That night—she overheard everything.
He had poisoned her.
Just to make room for Miranda.
In that moment, she finally understood—the marriage she had sacrificed everything for was nothing more than a placeholder he intended to discard.
Then her phone rang.
Alpha Caesar.
The Alpha she had resisted for three years.
The man who had never stopped waiting for her return.
"When are you coming back?"
This time, she didn't hesitate.
"In a month."
One month to end a marriage built on lies—
and return to the Alpha she was never meant to escape.

I never imagined I’d end up as Mrs. Alexander Kane. The cold, enigmatic billionaire barely notices anyone—let alone me. But when his grandfather's will demands that he marry and have a child within 18 months, I become his unexpected choice after he dismisses dozens of other women.

Why me? I don’t know. But I’m determined to make him see me as more than just a convenient solution.

Life in his world is nothing like I imagined. Beneath his frosty exterior lies a man haunted by secrets—and the closer I get, the more dangerous it feels. What started as a simple arrangement is quickly becoming something far more complicated. Now, I’m risking everything—including my heart.

Can I melt the heart of a man who’s never believed in love, or will I be the one left shattered and alone?

Right after losing my baby, the only soul I had on earth to comfort me, I realized I'd made a great mistake, worse than engaging in a one-night stand. I was determined to find her as far as she lives on this earth, no matter what it took me.
There's no way I wouldn't know her if I saw her.
So when I heard this little voice call me, I stopped, turning around slowly. “Maybe God wants to use her to call me back,” I say inside of me. My eyes lower slowly to look at her.
I stumble backward, nearly falling if not that I take a good stance.
“Am I dreaming?”
What?
She looks so much like me, could this be a coincidence of what I just had in mind or she's–
My daughter?
It's at this point, I see seven hot men, all identical, same height and faces, muscular, hot and sexy stepping out of the estate.
Here is another mighty distraction.
“Who are these?” I mutter, asking the little girl.
“They are my daddies. Seven Alphas raised me up after the death of my mom. That's why I'm asking "why do I look so much like you?”
What's really going on?
“Mates! Mates!! Mates!!!” I hear my wolf leap and screaming.
I need one man, not seven Alphas. How can all these cute, charming, sexy young men be mates with such a lowly girl as I? I'm sure the moon goddess made a pretty big mistake by doing this.