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“You don’t love me, do you?” Luke whispered, pinning my wrists above my head.

His body pressed mine into the bed, hot, heavy, inescapable. His mouth brushed my ear, gentle enough to feel like a kiss, cruel enough to feel like punishment.

“It’s okay,” he murmured.“Your body is mine.”

I left Luke Morrison unconscious in an ICU eight years ago and rebuilt myself in London—elite auctioneer, an ocean between me and the past.

Then my brother's condition crashed. I'm back in Pennsylvania, standing behind an auction podium at his company's charity gala.

A little boy runs through the crowd and wraps his arms around me: "Mama, you came back."

"Daddy shows me pictures every day," Asher says.

Every. Single. Day. How long has this been going on?

Luke's watching with ice-cold eyes. The bullied boy I left behind? Gone. Replaced by a tech billionaire who makes predators look soft.

"Get in," he says. Not a request.

Then he takes me back to his home.

His penthouse is frozen in time—the art I chose, the books I organized. Our past preserved like he's been waiting.

"You owe me eight years, Mia," he says, showing me the scar. "The girl who watched them destroy me and did nothing. This time, you don't run."

When he fucks me, it's worship and punishment. Making me pay for every day I was gone.

"I've waited eight years for this. Every breath you take belongs to me."

He's not just possessive. He's broken. And Asher is the perfect weapon to keep me trapped.

RIEKA
She was a naive,chubby,wolfless werewolf,maltreated by her mate to the point where she loses her sanity and womb,her crime was being chubby and less attractive than her peers.
GABRIEL
He was a handsome,strong willed womanizer,who happens to a hybrid ALPHA prince,the person he loves the most is his kid brother RALPH.
He has searched high and low for a mate he could never find.
What will happen when he finds out that his beloved brother's ex wife,happens to be his long awaited mate,who was maltreated and is currently mentally unstable?
Will he forgive his brother for hurting his mate?or will blood flow?

My fiancé betrayed me and left me at the altar. So I made a deal with the one man he hates most—his uncle, Tyson.

Tyson Wilson is powerful, charming, and dangerously ambitious. He needed a contract bride. I needed a ladder to reach my mother’s dreams.

A contract is all it was supposed to be… until the lines between paper and reality start blurring.

Now my ex-fiancé, Alex, needs me back. But I have bigger problems—lies, corporate wars, hidden agendas, and secrets people are willing to kill for.

And somehow, I’m at the center of it all.
My contract husband keeps pushing my boundaries, testing every rule we set.
But it’s just a contract.

…Right?

Hypothetically speaking, can an Army Ranger war games strategist and an environmental scientist bent on saving the planet fall in love at first sight? Romey Capulano knows that marrying Jordan Spinelli is the most logical, expedient, and practical way to save the farm commune she’s lived on her whole life. But when the pragmatic-minded, hydroponic gardener says I do, she’s surprised to find her heart speeding up when he makes his vows, her hands tingling when he slides the diamond on her finger, and her breath quickening as he leans in for the kiss. Succumbing to the notion of love was not a part of her plan, and she’s sure it will ruin the platonic relationship that she and the genius Army Ranger have planned out for themselves. Jordan Spinelli is certain he’s coming down with something the day of his arranged marriage to Romey. Why else would his blood run hot, his palms sweat, and his heart keep skipping beats? Better he catch an illness than feelings for the level-headed soil scientist. Because falling in love was not a part of their carefully constructed, peer-researched marital agreement. As the two try to navigate a loveless marriage, unknown forces keep pushing them into each other's arms. Divine acts keep pushing their lips within kissing range. Unspoken desires keep causing their hearts to face the inexplicable truth; the unquantifiable math that all adds up to the obvious. But will Jordan and Romey be able to admit to themselves, and each other, that their platonic vows are a shame because they just might have fallen in love at first sight?

I'm an OB-GYN. On Valentine's Day, I pulled a ring out of a woman's vagina.

It turned out to be my husband's wedding ring.

An hour before, he'd texted me. Said he loved me. Said he was too busy with work to come home.

I wanted a divorce. Needed one. But then I found out—our marriage was never registered.

In his manor, I was nothing. Just a fake wife.

He grabbed me by the throat—right in front of his mistress. Called me "damaged goods." Said I'd spent a year in another man's house.

But that year, I went as a hostage in his place.

I ran. Made it to the cliff's edge, covered in blood. And the man who saved me? The mafia godfather who'd held me captive that whole year.

He looked at me. "Marry me."

After five years in a long-distance relationship, I boarded a more than 10-hour flight without telling him, touched down in the city where he lived, all to give him a surprise.
Hardly had my phone connected to the local network when I scrolled across a post pushed to my feed from the same city.
The title read: What’s the thing you’ve done that you’ve never regretted for a single second?
The top comment stared back at me, sharp and unmistakeable:
I got him drunk and slept with him on the day we graduated college. Back then, he promised his girlfriend he’d never see me again, but his heart softens the moment I cry. Now our kid is 4 years old, and I’m pregnant with our second baby!
The comments below were flooded with questions, and someone asked outright: OP, are you the other woman?
She replied with unapologetic audacity: The one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker. Besides, that woman was abducted and molested before. She’s long been tainted, and she never deserved him in the first place.
My fingers began to shake uncontrollably. Every single detail lined up perfectly with my own life.
Desperate to calm my heart, which felt like it was about to hammer out of my chest, I stepped into a roadside convenience store to buy a bottle of water.
The second I looked up at the checkout counter, the blood in my veins turned to ice in an instant.
The woman standing beside the cash register was none other than Su Miaomiao—the same woman who’d lain in the same hotel bed with Lu Sinian on that night of our college graduation.
My feet felt nailed to the floor as I watched her walk out of the store with a smile on her face.
The very next second, she threw herself into the arms of a man across the street, tilting her head up to kiss him in a sweet, lingering embrace.
That man was Lu Sinian. My husband. The man I’d legally married, the man I’d spent five years in a long-distance relationship with, the man who’d vowed over and over again to love me and protect me.

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.

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.

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.

once believed alpha Fernando was the true mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for me.
He held me tightly during the Blood Moon riots.
He stoked the fire as I brewed purification potions.
He even declared before the entire Blackthorn Pack, “Thalia is my light.”
Until the night before our engagement banquet, when the soulstone in my palm leapt from the gilded invitation—
He was bonding with his cousin Bianca.
That Beta girl who always sneered at me, saying, “A Gamma, touching an Alpha? Laughable.”
Her spirit mark was etched into the corner of the card.
Like a silver blade carved into my heart.
Then alpha Fernando’s voice bled through the soulstone, laced with frost I’d never heard before:
“She? Just a warm body in my bed.”
“She really thought I sent her to the Highland Summit because I valued her? I just needed space for Bianca.”
His laughter, mingled with clinking wineglasses in the background, pierced me like a dagger dipped in silver poison.
“Once the bond’s sealed, I’ll toss her aside

Dumped by her groom publicly, Luna married his uncle—Theodore, a business tycoon.
Hatred? Revenge? Or his long-planning?

Wedding night, he handed over a contract. “Nice doing business with you, my wife.”
When her down-and-out ex begged for a second chance? Luna smirked, swirling wine. “I'm Luna Carter, your new aunt—and the new owner of the Davis's enterprise.”

Today is the day I marry Lucian.

The woman in the mirror wore a gown of pristine white — but Joanna Ashford's eyes held nothing of a bride's joy. Her best friend Sia's whisper brushed her ear: Everything is ready. After the wedding, we'll meet at the tree-lined path behind the estate.

This was no wedding. It was a transaction between two wolf packs. And Joanna was the bargaining chip.


Joanna had once been loved by her fated mate, Sebastian Lockwood — a border patrol Beta with nothing to his name but his integrity and the warmth in his eyes. Then her father, Roger Ashford, Alpha of the Shadow Pack, gave her a choice that was no choice at all: stand in that courtroom and destroy the man she loved, or watch her mother die on an operating table without a signed consent form.

She lied. Every word out of her mouth was a blade she drove into Sebastian herself.

He severed their bond in front of the entire clan before the gavel fell. He didn't look at her once.

She didn't know, as she watched him be led away in silver cuffs, that she was already carrying his child.


Sebastian survived the exile grounds the way only the most furious do — by refusing to die. He emerged harder, colder, and burning with a single purpose. When he walked into the Northern Pack's challenge circle and took down the old Alpha in under three minutes, no one was surprised. When he announced his chosen Luna — Sophia Carter, who had nursed him back from the edge of death — the crowd cheered.

He had built himself a life with no room for the past.

And then a chef in a flour-dusted uniform looked up from across a banquet hall, and his wolf went absolutely feral.


Joanna had spent three years building something small and stubborn out of the rubble of everything she had destroyed. A kitchen job. A tiny apartment. A son named Theo, with deep brown hair that curled at the nape just like his father's, and gray-blue eyes that saw everything.

Theo's ears hadn't developed properly. The bills were staggering. Every restaurant in the Northern Territory had been warned not to hire her.

She kept going anyway. Because Theo needed her to.


Sebastian paid off her debts without being asked. He transferred her a restaurant. He found her in his office on a full-moon night with his silver cuffs already snapped, and she stayed — and in the dark afterward he said: Move into my apartment. She said: Let's pretend this never happened.

Her wolf Nana came back at last, in a forest surrounded by rogues Sophia had sent to kill her, red fur erupting through torn skin. Go find Sebastian, Nana whispered before going quiet again. Tell him about Theo. He'll love Theo.


Tomorrow is the Moon Festival. Tomorrow is the marking ceremony that will bind Sebastian to Sophia forever.

Joanna has one chance left — and one question she cannot answer.

When Sebastian learns the truth about the courtroom, about the child he never knew existed — will he look at Theo and see his son?

Or will he only see her betrayal?

"You and I know she can never conceive. Not in this world, not in the next!"
"What if she mysteriously gets pregnant again?"
"Well, the company that manufactures the drug we fed her back then hasn't gone extinct. She will simply lose it like she lost the first..."
She was never meant to be his Luna, only his mistake.
On the night of Alpha Kael's ascension, one drunken error changed everything. Mistaking Aria, a mere maid, for his fiancée, he spent the night with her and sealed a fate neither of them could undo. What was meant to remain a secret didn't stay buried for long. When Aria discovered she was pregnant, the truth spread through the pack like wildfire, destroying Kael's engagement to his true love, Vivienne. Heartbroken and consumed by rage, the once warm Alpha turned cold, cruel, and unforgiving.
Forced to take responsibility, Kael claimed Aria as his mate and made her Luna. But to him, she was nothing more than a living reminder of his greatest mistake. When tragedy struck and Aria lost her child, Kael's words cut deeper than any blade: "Why should I mourn a mistake?"
Still, Aria clung to hope, believing that one day, giving him an heir might earn her his love.
Until the day everything shattered. On the day Aria discovered she was pregnant again, the woman who was supposed to be his Luna returned. And she didn't come alone. She was carrying his heir too. And hers wasn't a mistake.

Content Warning
This book contains explicit sexual content, BDSM themes, power dynamics, violence, and dark romance elements. It is intended for mature readers (18+).
Lucifiel Thorne thought he had wiped out every last hunter.
He was wrong.
Levi Cross is just trying to survive. Between college, bills, and a past he doesn’t fully remember, life is already hard enough. The last thing he needs is attention—especially from a man who clearly doesn’t belong in his world.
But Lucifiel isn’t just any man. He’s powerful, controlling, and way too interested in Levi.
It started as a job offer, until it wasn't. Because the “job” takes him into a private, exclusive club where the rules are different,and where Levi is expected to play a role he never signed up for.
Lucifiel’s possession.
What was supposed to be temporary starts to feel like something else entirely. Something darker and far more dangerous than Levi ever expected.
Lucifiel wasn't all about the pleasure. What Levi doesn’t know is that he was way more than a pleasure toy.
He was the last hunter. And his blood is the one thing Lucifiel has been searching for.
The one thing that can end everything.
Or change it forever. Either way… Lucifiel plans to claim what’s his.

"Meet me in your room in thirty minutes, for your wedding surprise," the message read, making me giggle. My ears twitched with excitement as I anticipated the gift I was to get from my sister.
"I hope it is something I have always wanted," I said, the eagerness in my voice.
I made my way upstairs to my room. I had gotten close to my room when I heard some weird noises. I began to walk slowly, thinking my sister was in bed with one of her numerous lovers. It was no surprise to me, as this was not the first time, so I didn't have any issues barging in since I knew my sister didn't care one bit. I held the handle to my door as I pushed it further, entering with speed in an attempt to surprise my sister.
"Jasm-" the complete words never left my mouth, as the glass cup I was holding fell to the ground.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart shattering into a million pieces. My eyes were fixed on the unthinkable scene before me.
My husband, lying in my bed, wrapped in the hands of my sister.
How could they? On my wedding night? In my bed?
"I gave you everything Raymond! My time, my emotions, even my dignity, and this is how you repay me back?" I voiced at him, as I looked at him with disdain.
"And you!" I turned to the wretched being I called a sister. "I took care of you, gave you everything you ever asked for and this is what you do to me?"
I looked over at the two of them on my bed, still naked, cowering in shame.


Adrianna Yvonne's world is turned upside down when she walks in on her husband and sister in a compromising position on her wedding night.
The betrayal cuts deep, and Adrianna finds herself reeling from the shock. In a desperate attempt to escape the pain, she flees to a nearby club, where she drowns her sorrows in alcohol and loses herself in the music. In her vulnerable state, she meets a mysterious stranger, and, fueled by pain and recklessness, they share a one night stand.
However, the consequences of her actions become even more complicated when Adrianna discovers that the stranger she slept with is her husband's elder brother...

He may have been her number one fan, but he wasn't just annoying; he was a piece of shit she couldn't stop thinking about...

Bukunmi, a struggling writer, takes her mother's advice and goes in search of a better job, which she immediately regrets after coming in contact with the ever daring, seductive and extravagant Tade, whom she detests being fully aware of his past.

Tade Wellington, a sexy lucrative billionaire that beds anything in skirts, gets to meet the writer he has been following up, but asides being her fan, he knows she's the only witness to a crime he was involved in many years ago.

He will do anything to silence her,

She will do everything to get justice;

But will she really do what is right when love stands in the way???

FROM THE AUTHOR OF "THE CHILD'S FATHER" AND "FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY."

The night High Alpha Rhazien Vaelborne took Seraya for the first time, she thought the Moon Goddess had answered her prayers.

Then he chose another woman as his Luna, she realized the Moon could be just as cruel.

Branded a bond thief, declared scent-cursed, and condemned to exile, Seraya should have died beyond the borders of Wolfsbane Bastion.

Instead, she was found by the one wolf the Council had spent years trying to erase.

Corvan Vaelborne. An exiled Alpha. A cursed bloodline.

A man whose mates were never meant to survive.

But the more their forbidden bond grows, the more ancient secrets buried beneath Bastion begin to awaken.

Now the Council wants her dead. Rhazien wants her back.
And the child she carries may become either the salvation of their world or the reason it burns.

How far will two Alphas go to claim one omega and what happens when she chooses neither?

I almost died giving birth to my daughter. The doctors gave me a thirty percent chance of survival — and I took it, because I thought a child might finally make my husband choose home over her.

I was wrong.

I stood in the hallway and listened to Kael tell his mother that I was "more resilient" — that the risks of childbirth were too serious for the woman he truly loved, so it had to be me. I was not his wife. I was a vessel.

Then my daughter, the child I had bled for, looked me in the eyes and said she wished Ivy were her mother instead.

That was the night I stopped waiting.

I filed for divorce. I walked out. I reclaimed the research career I had abandoned for a man who never saw me. And I told myself I was done.

What I didn't expect was the little boy I pulled back from the edge of suffocation — a child with no parents, a face I couldn't stop feeling I recognized, and a medical robot I had designed with my own hands tucked inside his coat.

Who is he? And why does finding him feel like the beginning of something I'm not ready for?

The night of the Choosing Ceremony was supposed to mark Sasha’s beginning. Instead, it becomes her undoing. Betrayed by the mate she trusted, shattered by the friend she loved, humiliated before the eyes of her pack.
But just when she feels like all hope is lost, an unexpected twist in the form of the exiled heir, Ronan, claims her with a truth that shakes her very soul.
“You were never his, Sasha. You were mine from the beginning. You bear the mark that only I can see…it changes everything.”
As old secrets stir and forbidden desire grows, Sasha’s world is set ablaze. But this time, she refuses to surrender her fate. Amid ancient prophecies and tangled loyalties, she will fight for a love and a future that is truly her own.
In a world ruled by destiny, sometimes the bravest thing you can do is choose yourself.

No tears. No scene. Just one thing —
A divorce agreement on the dining table, and she walked out the door.
Under Reason for Divorce, she wrote: Husband's sexual dysfunction.
For the first time, Fu Yuting's cold composure cracked. He tore the papers apart.
She just smiled. "That's fine. I made copies."
Three years she loved him. Three years he hurt her.
The moment she finally let go — he realized the woman who had lived for him would never look back.

"You're nothing but a slave."

The Black Dragon King pinned my chin between his fingers, his golden eyes colder than winter.

"The only reason you're alive is because you're useful to me."

I lowered my head.

He didn't know I had once come here to kill him.

Sold into the duke's castle without memories, Alice has spent years as the Black Dragon King's obedient human slave. Every night he summons her to his bed, yet every morning he reminds her that she is beneath him.

Then a dying assassin reveals the truth.

She isn't a slave at all.

She was sent by the Church to assassinate the mysterious duke—the man who is secretly the exiled heir to the Black Dragon Throne.

As Alice regains her memories, she decides to abandon her mission. All she wants is to survive long enough to leave the castle forever.

But fate has other plans.

Augus despises humans more than anything, yet Alice is his destined mate—the only woman capable of healing his dragon power.

He swears he'll discard her once he's strong enough.

She swears she'll never love the monster who keeps breaking her heart.

Until betrayal, war, and an ancient dragon conspiracy force them to choose between the throne... and each other.

When the Dragon King finally realizes she's the only one he can't live without... will his human mate still choose him?

They told Christine Hayes she was worthless—no wolf, no power, no place in the pack. Her own father sold her for fifty million dollars.

The buyer? The Lycan King himself.

Cedric Lancaster doesn't do love. Not anymore. His fated mate died in his arms five years ago, and he swore never to mark another. But Christine is carrying his twins—an accident from a night neither of them fully remembers—and his dying wolf spirit is screaming one word: MATE.

She signs his contract to save her dying brother. He tells himself it's just about the heir. But every time her green-apple scent fills the room, his iron control cracks a little more.

She's a wolfless Omega at the bottom of the hierarchy. He's the king at the top. The contract says she walks away after the birth.

But since when has the Moon Goddess ever played by anyone's rules?

When Mafia King Dante Valeri steals Elena Hayes from her quiet life, it isn’t for ransom…
It’s because she’s the only woman he has ever wanted—and the one he should never touch.

With every day in his gilded prison, Elena discovers the monster the world fears may be the only man capable of protecting her.
But Dante’s obsession burns too hot…
And the enemies closing in want her dead.

Will she escape the king who stole her life—or surrender to his forbidden desire?

To save her dying mother, nightclub hostess Emilia Hart is willing to do anything — even seduce the cold and powerful CEO, Dominic Hayes. Rumored to be incapable of desire, Dominic shocks everyone by taking her away in the middle of a party.

But Emilia has a secret — a drug meant to protect herself, not to trap him.

When her plan backfires, Dominic pins her down with ice in his eyes and fury in his heart.
"You want to play dirty? Fine. I’ll show you I don’t need pills to break you."

Money. Power. Lust. And a deal that will ruin them both…

I fell in love with my stepbrother.

He chose someone else.

So I did what any smart wolf would do—I disappeared into the most brutal academy in the North, where weakness means death and emotions are a luxury I couldn't afford.

Four years later, he's on his knees outside my door, begging me to come back.

"Sia, please. I made a mistake. I need you—"

But before I can answer, a hand fists in my hair from behind. The new Alpha pins me against the wall, his cock already hard against my ass.

"You're not going anywhere," Kaelan growls, his fingers sliding between my thighs. "This pussy belongs to me now."

Cain's still begging outside.

And I'm coming apart under Kaelan's hands, realizing too late—

I never escaped anything. I just traded one obsession for another.

On my wedding day, I ran, still in my wedding dress not because I wanted to, but because my mother had a car accident.
By the time I got to the hospital, Lucia Vitale, Finn’s mother, threw a five-million-dollar check at me and told me to leave her son.
Before I could even respond, the door was kicked open.
Finn stood in the doorway.
He raised his phone and played a forged recording.
“My mom needs the money… I know I’m not good enough for him… I’ll leave him…”
He didn’t listen to my explanation.
He dragged me out of the hospital room, shoved me into a car, and took me to the Vitale estate on Long Island.
The room he locked me in had bars on the windows.
There were listening devices hidden in the walls.
“You’re my wife,” he said coldly.
“What’s the difference between a wife and a prisoner?”
For six months, I endured his imprisonment and endured him bringing women to the room next to mine.
The women he brought home.
Every night, their moans echoed through the walls.
Meanwhile, Finn was on a private island, celebrating his mistress Isabella Moretti’s birthday.
A forty-million-dollar island.
A heart lit up in the sky by drones.
Isabella said,“he never loved you. You were just a mistake.”
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.
But I knew one thing: escape, or face death.

After my mother remarried, my stepbrother Logan bullied me nonstop every day. I lived in constant agony, isolated and helpless, forced to endure all the abuse alone.
When I was close to giving up, Logan’s best friend Noah reached out to me. He was sweet and caring, bringing me much-needed warmth. I latched onto him blindly, believing he was my only savior and my last ray of hope.
Yet his kindness was all a lie, a cruel trap planned by him and Logan. He gained my trust just to betray and hurt me. My last hope crumbled completely. Broken and devastated by their deception, I cut off all ties and left this painful place for good.

On the eve of our Blood Pact ceremony, Caius suddenly postponed our binding ritual—all for his human sweetheart.

He unilaterally cut off the blood supply and froze all assets to the entire Vance family.

When my father went to confront him, Caius had him detained on the spot.

Desperate to save my father, I went to beg him. He gripped my jaw so hard it ached, his thumb roughly wiping away the tears forced out by the pain.

"Sera, delaying the ceremony is just a little lesson for you," he said, his tone gentle yet dripping with arrogance.

"As long as you agree to let Elara move into the manor after the wedding, and promise not to hurt her, everything stays the same."

"Otherwise, you can just go marry Alaric, that powerless tyrant of the Dark Realm. Be smart. Choose the path that keeps you alive."

I stared at him dead in the eye, not saying a word.

Thinking I had resigned myself to my fate, a satisfied smirk curled on his lips.

"Be a good girl. Wait for me to pick you up on the day of the Blood Pact."

What he didn't know was that on the day of the Blood Pact, I would step directly into the car Alaric sent, brushing right past his wedding convoy at the intersection.

Eventually, Caius would drop to his knees outside the gates of the night manor like a stray dog, begging for my forgiveness.

For six years, I wore Pack silver. I sold my blood. I scrubbed silver out of Pack den floors. I slept on a basement floor — all to pay off my mate's Pack debt and buy my brother's wolfsbane antidote.
Today, with the receipt finally signed, my brother looked at me and said:
"Seren, I was never poisoned. Our parents aren't dead either. The Rogue raid six years ago — I arranged it. The only wolf hurt that night was you."
My mate stepped up behind him: "I never lost my Pack rank either. I've been at the estate the whole time."
Then my parents — the ones I'd buried seven years ago — walked through the door.
The Pack physician had given me forty-eight hours left to live.
They were going to remember every single one.

They found my husband locked inside his mistress.

Not metaphorically. Literally locked—a medical phenomenon called vaginal spasm, triggered when their sports car crashed mid-affair on a mountain road. The doctors said separating them required a high-risk spinal injection. Without it, he'd lose everything below the waist. Possibly his life.

They needed my signature. The wife's consent.

I looked at the consent form. Then at my phone—47 missed calls from three nights ago, when our four-year-old son stopped breathing.

Adrian never picked up. He was too busy.

Now he was begging me to sign.

I wiped away my tears, picked up the pen.

Now it was his turn to die.

"Happy anniversary, darling. Look what I brought you." My husband's snow-white python once felt like proof of his love—until I remembered dying with it wrapped around my throat. In my past life, I doted on that "gift" for an entire year, never once suspecting its true nature, while my husband and daughter quietly counted down the days until I stopped breathing. Reborn on the very night he presents that same box again, I swear this time will be different.

My daughter died on her fifth birthday.
Her first real wish—the first one she was old enough to make herself—was to go to the beach with Daddy.
Gideon promised he would take her.
She waited for him all day. She was still asking for him when she took her last breath.
He never came.
I brought her ashes to the beach she'd always dreamed of. Let her finally see the ocean.
That's when I heard it—a woman's moan, low and breathy, coming from behind the rocks.
Then his voice. Then his name on her lips.
"Between me and Lily, who do you love more?"
"You. Obviously."
He was fucking his mistress on our daughter's dream beach—while I stood there holding her ashes.
When I finally confronted them, I didn't get an apology. I got a slap across the face.
And when his mistress caught my eye and smiled, I realized something.
She knew exactly when my daughter would die.

"Stay in the apartment," he said, straightening his tie as I fixed his collar. "I'll be back tonight." Then he walked out the door — straight to his wedding. What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked.
For three years I was his canary: locked in a penthouse, the only woman he let close when he bled, forgotten the moment another woman entered the room. I watched him let her wipe the blood from his face. I lost our child alone on a cold floor. I apologized to the woman who destroyed my mother's watch.
I was done waiting.
When the bells of Saint Patrick's rang out across Manhattan, he was welcoming his bride — and I finally flew out of my cage.

I was once the supreme ruler of the global underworld, stepping down from my throne just to cook hot meals for my daughter. Yet, my arrogant brother-in-law mistook my silence for weakness. He smashed my home, tried to hand my wife over to a Mafia Don for his own career, and even stole my Black-Gold Skull Coin as a tribute!
Fine. You want to play? I'll grant your wish.
With a single keystroke, I initiated the DEFCON-1 combat protocol. Instantly, one hundred thousand of the world’s most elite mercenaries went berserk, locking down the entirety of New York City!

Caution: This book contains dark romance, mature themes, and emotionally intense relationships.
Wet Desires An Erotica Collection is a collection of seductive and emotionally charged stories where passion blurs the line between love and temptation. In a world where desire often comes at a cost, each tale explores the fragile balance between control and surrender.
Behind closed doors and hidden truths, characters are drawn into complicated relationships filled with longing, secrets, and undeniable attraction. Nothing is simple, especially when the heart and desire refuse to follow the rules.
Dark, addictive, and emotionally gripping, this collection pulls readers into a world where every touch has consequences, and every choice leaves a mark.

"On. Your. Knees."
"Do it, Yvette," my tone held finality, but almost sounded like a plea.
"Tsk tsk, Knox, my boy. You better watch daddy cum or no deal for you."
"Please, Mr. Christopher," Yvette's voice finally broke after the long silence. "Anything but this,"
"Shhhh…"
I peered from my side to see my father position himself between Yvette's legs.
"You won't know a better experience after—"
"Enough!" I snapped, rising to my feet.
"Sit back down, boy," he threatened.
I ignored him completely while helping Yvette down from his desk.
"I am talking to you, Knox!" He snapped. "This is your only chance to get everything stated in your mother's will."
I ignored him.
"You just breached a necessary condition in this deal, Knox. Don't tell me you have feelings for this slut—"
I slapped him twice as hard as he slapped Yvette earlier before he could finish his sentence.
"You won't call her a slut or lay a fucking finger on her ever again," I lowered my voice while my eyes imprinted the seriousness of my words into his.
Hell!
"You dare to raise your hand at me because of her? I will make you pay heavily for this."
I smirked without uttering a word. If only he knew how badly I wanted to devour him right now.
"Touch her again, and we'll see who pays dearly for what."


Yvette Morgan would do anything to save her dying mother. Anything. Even sign her mind, soul and body over to a man she doesn't know.
Knox Luther doesn't do feelings. He does strategy. And Yvette— desperate, fierce and unknowingly irresistible, is the perfect instrument for burning his father's world to the ground. The arrangement is never supposed to feel like anything until it feels like everything. Whose walls will crack first, and whose will crumble the hardest?
WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes and very mature content. If you enjoy dark romance with morally grey characters, intense passion and heart-wrenching tension, then, welcome and happy reading!

Within the luxurious embrace of The Grand Palazzo, Sarah discovers a love she never expected—with her magnetic boss, William. Their connection is a hidden flame, burning brightly away from prying eyes. But the entrance of the enigmatic Berky casts shadows over their affection, challenging Sarah's grasp on the love she's grown to cherish. In the midst of this turmoil, a devastating health revelation alters Sarah's perspective. She embarks on a journey to rewrite her story, leading her to an unexpected visit to William's home.
As tensions escalate, a tragic accident leaves William's life hanging by a thread. Amid the chaos, secrets unfurl, and James, William's estranged brother, emerges as the linchpin in this intricate tale. In a story of love, betrayal, and redemption, Sarah and William must confront life's unexpected twists.
Will they defy the odds, or will destiny's hand pull them apart?

In a world of werewolf packs and ancient magic, a forbidden love ignites between a vulnerable omega, Amelia, and the ruthless Lycan king, Talon. Forced into a breeder's life, Amelia endures unimaginable suffering until Talon's unexpected interest sparks a dangerous romance. But was happens when Amelia flees with her twin pups?Would he be able to find them and bring them back to their rightfully home?Will Amelia be willing to go back to a place she vowed to never return to? Follow this thrilling story for more.

Note: Explicit, erotic content. Not for readers younger than 18 please.

    “Take it off Abby” he demanded looking so fierce but sexy.
      “As you wish master” I returned . I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.
     “Don’t rush things Abby” he would always warn.
     I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.
    I was about unhooking it but then he interfered.
    “Stop Abby, don’t move” He said to me while he sat down on his seat gazing at me.
      “Imagine me walking round where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook” He tried creating an invincible scene in my head.
     My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.

After a car accident robbed Galvin of his memory, lies twisted him into hating Ellie—the woman he once sacrificed everything to protect.
Tormented and humiliated by him daily, Ellie’s love for Galvin faded completely. He made her sleep like a dog, stripped her before men, and forced her to kneel for his stepsister who stole him from her.
Only when Ellie gave up on love and jumped into the sea did Galvin’s memory return. In the splendid capital, all witnessed a madman desperately searching for his lost wife…

“Did you ever love me?” Summer Hayes asked her husband once.

Kieran Cross never answered.

For two years, Summer believed their marriage was revenge—cold touches, ruthless control, and silence sharp enough to wound. The billionaire boy she ignored in high school had finally made her pay for it.

Until the night he died saving her.

As their yacht sank beneath freezing waves, Kieran shoved her onto the rescue boat, blood on his lips, and mouthed the words he’d never said before:

“I love you.”

By the time Summer understood the truth, he was gone.

Three years later, destroyed by grief and PTSD, she crashes her car—and wakes up at sixteen.

This time, her mother is alive.
And Kieran is not the untouchable billionaire she remembers, but a poor scholarship student everyone overlooks.

Quiet. Exhausted. Starving himself to support his deaf little sister.

When no one offers him a seat, Summer does.

Because this lifetime, she’ll save the boy who died for her.

But falling for Kieran again may uncover the devastating truth behind the man he became—and why loving her always seems to end in tragedy.

Five years ago, Maya Vale came to a gala with a pregnancy test hidden in her clutch, ready to tell her billionaire husband, Adrian Cross, that they might finally have a child.

Instead, Adrian stood silent while his powerful family accused her of leaking pediatric records, stripped her of her work, and pushed her out of the marriage that should have protected her. Maya left with one secret and one rule: no one from the Cross family would ever get quiet access to her child.

Five years later, Maya returns as the founder of ValeCare and the mother of Lily, the daughter Adrian never knew existed. She did not come back to be claimed. She came back with rules, boundaries, and a life built far away from the Cross name.

But when Adrian sees Lily, the truth breaks open. His regret is immediate, but Maya refuses to let guilt become possession. As old accusations resurface and the Cross family reaches for Lily through schools, headlines, and family pressure, Maya must protect her daughter while forcing Adrian to face the truth he once refused to defend.

Can a man who erased his pregnant wife ever earn the right to stand beside her again?

When star hockey player Jack Reynolds tosses divorce papers at his wife Emma, he believes he's trading up for a more glamorous model who "understands his lifestyle." What he doesn't know: the quiet, supportive woman he's discarding is the secret heir to an $18 billion fortune – and the granddaughter of the man who owns his hockey team.For eight years, Emma Mitchell hid her true identity, supporting Jack's career while secretly learning the business from the ground up. Now, with her grandfather's health failing and the Boston Blades facing financial crisis, Emma is poised to step into her rightful role as majority owner.*Some men have to lose everything to realize what they had. Some women have to lose a husband to find themselves. In this game, the most dangerous plays happen off the ice.

Felicia believed her marriage to Wilson was a perfect love story—until one day everything shattered when she discovered that her husband was having an affair with another woman. Her heart broke, and her pride was deeply wounded. In anger and desperation, Felicia made a decision she had never imagined before: to repay betrayal with betrayal.
On a night filled with overwhelming emotions and alcohol, Felicia accidentally bumped into a stranger. That unexpected encounter turned into a single night that would change her life forever.
A few weeks later, Felicia was shocked to discover that she was pregnant.
But the real shock came when she learned the man’s true identity—he was the husband of the woman who had been having an affair with Wilson, her own husband.

I’m married to a stranger… and I slept with the wrong billionaire.
My name is Elara Ashford.
I’m the adopted daughter the Ashfords sacrificed to save their precious biological child.
Four years ago, the family faced ruin, on the edge of bankruptcy.
A mysterious benefactor stepped in—saving them in exchange for a contract marriage with me.
Rumors said he was hideously ugly, reclusive, too ashamed to show his face.
For four years, he never asked to meet.
I grieved the baby I lost, painted in silence, and waited for our deal to end.
Now, the final year is here.
My unknown husband demands we meet face-to-face.
But things happened earlier than expected? I crash into him at the Serpentine Gallery, paint splattering his Tom Ford suit.
He flips open my sketchbook… and freezes.
That drawing? One I had made in grief for my son, who I had lost — and yet it was identical to his son, Cassian.
The man whose child I drew from grief.
And he is my mysterious contract husband.