5621 Book(s) Related to my two alphas

I'm Elowë Moran, and I thought Saint-Lumière would be my fresh start—a beautiful European city, a top nursing program, and a chance to build something real with my best friend Shera and boyfriend Oli.

Then I went hiking in the wrong forest.

What I saw that night should have been impossible. Wolves that walked like men. Eyes that glowed red in the darkness. A man who snapped necks with his bare hands and set bodies on fire like it was routine.

I ran. I survived. And then I woke up in a sex club wearing nothing but scraps of lace, with no memory of how I got there.

That's when I met Cassian Asgard.

He's a vampire. A real one—not the kind from movies, but something far older and infinitely more dangerous. He moves through shadows like they're doorways. He heals with a touch. And when he kissed me in that club, my heart should have stopped from fear.

Instead, his heart beat. Once. Just once.

He says it means something. That I'm his. That women he's kissed don't get to date other men.

But I have a boyfriend. I have a life. I have a mother back home who needs me to finish this degree and come back whole.

My uncle says to forget what I saw. To go back to normal life and pretend none of this is real.

But Cassian won't let me forget.

And the worst part? Some traitorous corner of my heart doesn't want him to.

Because the way Cassian Asgard looks at me isn't just possessiveness.

It's something far more consuming.

When your fiancé and step-dad clash at your engagement party
Your step-dad, young and handsome, has been single since he took you in 🤔
You thought he hated you, thinking you were just a burden
But on the eve of your wedding, your fiancé abuses you, and you have nowhere to run 😩
So you escape to your step-dad's house for shelter… only to find out, after all these years, he wants you every day 💖🔥

Isabel Reyes doesn't have time for a soulmate; she has ten minutes to figure out how to turn forty-two dollars of espresso tips into a month of rent. Between double shifts at the Vance & Co. campus café and maintaining a 4.0 GPA, her survival depends on one thing: the single medical school recommendation letter her department grants each year.

But Chase, her high-status ex-boyfriend and senior TA, has a different plan. Using "institutional rigor" as a weapon, he’s sabotaging her grades and holding her future hostage to keep her under his thumb.

Then Leo; Moody, brilliant, and perpetually hiding in a thrift hoodie in the library basement. He looks like a lost poet, but a dropped ID card reveals the truth: Leo is a Vance. As in, the name on the buildings, the logo on Isabel’s apron, and the family that owns the very scholarship she’s about to lose.

Leo has his own trap. His powerful mother, Eleanor, is ready to pull him from campus and install him in a corner office unless he can prove he’s "capable of a normal life." He needs a grounded, non-socialite girlfriend to act as his human shield.

The Deal was for One semester they would Fake dining hall dates. Staged library proximity. The Prize for her, a recommendation letter Chase can’t touch. For him, the autonomy to stay in the numbers and out of a suit. The Rule: No real feelings. No telling the truth.

But between 2 a.m. voice notes and the electric friction of shared library carrels, the "meal plan math" is starting to fail.

He’s the brand. She’s the worker. Will this relationship break every rule in the book?

After three years of marriage, Marina finally got the baby she had always dreamed of. But on the very day she received her pregnancy report, she caught her husband, Kean, cheating with his secretary.

He played the role of the perfect husband at home while secretly accompanying his mistress to prenatal appointments and even getting her pregnant.

Everyone expected Marina to forgive him like she always had. This time, she quietly hid her pregnancy, gathered evidence of his affair, hired a lawyer, and prepared to leave with her unborn child.

Just when Kean believed she would never walk away, the woman who had loved him unconditionally turned her back on him. Meanwhile, the man she once rejected reappeared in her darkest moment, offering her the love, protection, and devotion she had never received.

Later, Kean knelt in the pouring rain, begging for another chance.

But Marina simply rested a hand on her baby bump and smiled.

"Sorry. Your love came too late."

Their whole relationship was a bet.

She was THE bet. Not the girl. Not the girlfriend. The bet, scrawled on a napkin in a locker room while his teammates laughed. Whoever could sleep with the quiet nerdy girl first won. And Ryan Beckett? He won easy.

She found out in a group chat. Every detail and the humiliation swallowed her whole, even worse when he didn't even have the decency to feel bad about it.

Lena doesn't know hockey. But she knows statistics, probability, and exactly how to turn a losing player into a weapon. And Cole Beckett — Ryan's older, meaner, asshole older brother, is one bad season away from losing everything.

She finds him first.

The deal is humiliating to propose and she knows it. Be her fake boyfriend. Make Ryan lose his mind watching her on his brother's arm. In return, she'll do what no coach has managed: she'll get Cole to that championship.

But what started as a plan to make her dumb ex livid becomes something even more igniting, far more than she could have imagined.

“Lucy stole my fiancé.”

My best friend stared at me.

“So?”

I smiled.

“So I'm going to marry her uncle.”

I never planned to become Manhattan's biggest scandal.

But after my fiancé, Kyle, cheated on me with Lucy—and I discovered that I was drugged, left in a stranger's bed, and pregnant with a baby whose father I couldn't remember—I was done being the woman everyone could betray.

Lucy stole my man?

Fine.

I'd become her family.

I walked into billionaire Adrian Wells's office, claimed he was the father of my unborn baby, and proposed a contract marriage.

One year. One billionaire husband. One unborn heir.

It was supposed to be the perfect revenge.

Then Kyle wanted me back. Lucy tried to destroy me. My coworkers came after my career.

And Adrian—the ruthless man I thought I could use—turned out to be the most dangerous temptation of all.

I married him to punish the people who betrayed me. But what will happen when they expose the one lie that could make my husband betray me too?

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder.
"Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter.
"Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me.
"I am a slut, only for you," I murmur.


I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes.

So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

Linda Parks is a servant girl who makes one desperate choice that changes everything. When her mother is diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and needs half a million dollars in emergency surgery, Linda agrees to the unthinkable: spend one night pretending to be her employer's daughter, Nikki Jenkins, with the powerful and commanding Charles Kane.
One night. One lie. One decision she can never take back.
But nothing goes as planned. Charles is sharper than expected, the connection between them is undeniably real, and the secret Linda carries grows heavier with every passing day, especially when Charles becomes her university professor and then Nikki's fiancee.
Trapped between blackmail and love, truth and survival, Linda is forced deeper into a web of deception she never wanted. And when the lies finally unravel, they reveal something no one saw coming: Linda and Nikki are twin sisters, separated at birth, raised in different worlds, and now fighting over the same man, the same family, and the same future.
Some secrets destroy everything they touch. Others set you free.

"I never loved you. You were just a placeholder for her."
On our third anniversary, I held my four-month pregnancy scan, ready to surprise my husband. Instead, I found him with my twin sister, Yulia.
The betrayal was swift and absolute.
"I'm pregnant with his child," Yulia sneered. "The heir you couldn't give him."
When I slapped the sister who stole my life, Franklin didn't hesitate—he slapped me back.
"Touch my woman again, and I'll make you regret it," he roared. To him, I was just a "convenience," a body to fill a space. To her, I was a joke.
That night, he threw me into a torrential storm with nothing but divorce papers.
"Please, Frank... I'm pregnant..." I sobbed against the locked door. He didn't open it. Inside, my sister was already in my bed, wearing my clothes.
As I collapsed in the mud, a Rolls-Royce stopped. George Williams, the billionaire I once saved, stepped into the rain.
"If he doesn't want this child," George whispered, lifting me up, "I will."
Seven years later.
Franklin is back, begging for the wife he discarded. But I'm no longer that broken girl. And when he sees the twin boys who carry his eyes but call another man "Daddy"—he'll realize that some mistakes can never be undone.

You don’t marry the devil and expect to walk away…

Two years ago, I made the most reckless decision of my life. I married a stranger — a dangerously sharp Russian with eyes like winter storms and a voice that curled around your spine.

It was supposed to be fake.
A quick, quiet wedding on a borrowed yacht.
A loophole to stop my billionaire father from selling me off to some corporate puppet in a boardroom marriage.

But the stranger-the man I begged for help—wasn’t just some wealthy businessman in an expensive suit. He was Mikhail Volkov. A Bratva king. Cold. Ruthless. Calculating.

I left him divorce papers and two million dollars on his bed the next morning… and vanished.

But the past doesn’t stay buried. And men like him don’t forget unfinished business.

Two years later, under a new name and a quiet life halfway across the world, I thought I was safe. Until my new company gets bought out. By him.

Mikhail Volkov.

He came for me.

And this time, running isn’t an option.

“Why the hell are you calling me your wife?” I snap, shoving the contract across his desk. “I paid you off. I left divorce papers. Signed.”

He steps closer, all tailored dominance and lethal calm, his voice low enough to scrape against my bones.
"You don’t end things with me unless I say so, moya zhena. And I don’t marry… to divorce."

I’m not free. I’m his unfinished business. And now? I belong to him… whether I want to or not.

"Don’t... stop...” she implored before she moaned again.

“I must say, this interview didn't go quite how I expected it.” He admitted. His featherlight finger dragged across her boobs as his face hovers over hers.

“Are you ready to work hard for me? I don’t promise to go easy on you.” He whispered in her ear.

“Oh... Yes....” She moaned out, “Anything you need,” she whispered.

Isabella walked into the busy halls of Grayson’s Enterprise with the full intention of getting hired as the Supervisor of Ethan Grayson, The CEO of the company.

It was time for her interview with the CEO, their eyes met.

He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks.

And from that day after Isabella had gotten the job, she knew something hot was going to happen between them although he was engaged already."

"You're my brother's biggest rival."

Turner smirked. "And?"

"And Liam would literally kill us."

"Then it's a good thing we're not actually dating."

Ezra Beckley only agrees to fake date hockey captain Turner Fisher to save himself from a campus-wide rumor disaster. The arrangement is simple: pretend to be boyfriends for three months, fix their reputations, and walk away.

No kissing.

No feelings.

And absolutely no telling Liam Beckley—Ezra's overprotective older brother and Turner's biggest rival. The plan should have been easy, till Turner starts looking at him like he's something worth choosing.

And suddenly, the fake relationship feels dangerously real.

Getting dumped by my boyfriend was humiliating. Falling for his uncle? That
might just ruin us all.
I spent two years loving Jamiel Vaughn.
Preston Academy’s hockey star. Everyone’s golden boy. And the boyfriend I
thought I’d spend far more than one winter with.
Then he dumped me with a text while I stood on the ice waiting for him.
We’re over.
That was it.
No explanation. No goodbye. Just two words that shattered everything I thought I
knew about us.
But Jamiel wasn’t the Vaughn who showed up for me that night.
His uncle was.
Calix Vaughn is older, dangerously attractive, completely off-limits—and the last
man I should be anywhere near after getting my heart broken by his nephew.
There’s just one tiny problem.
Calix wanted me first.
Before Jamiel. Before the relationship. Before two years passed with both of us
pretending there had never been something between us.
Jamiel may have been the one who got me first.
But now he’s thrown me away.
And Calix?
He’s done watching his nephew have the woman he wanted all along.

"They say that you killed my best friend, Julian," I whispered, pressing against the wall of the quiet library, having nowhere to escape.
"They say a lot of things about me, Chloe." He responded, his fingers gently tracing the corner of my lips, making me shudder.
"Did you? Did you kill her?" I found myself asking, and his lips lifted in a smile as his fingers travelled down my throat.
"Will you run away from me if I said yes?" His question made me freeze. Will I? Because the answer to that question was tough.
"No," I answered, closing my eyes when his bruised knuckles gently rubbed my cheeks.
I woke up on a hospital bed with no memories of the last six months. While I struggled to remember anything, one name kept echoing in my head.
Julian.
Everyone calls him a monster. For the world, he is an intimidating, violent, and brooding outcast. And worse of all, he is the prime suspect in my best friend, Rachel's, murder.
I should stay away from him. I shouldn't even think of crossing paths with him, but every single moment, I only find myself wondering about the stranger I don't remember but can't get rid of.
There's a dangerous, mysterious pull that drags me closer to him. And I know he feels it too because no matter how hard he pushes me away, he's shielding me from everyone.
Wanting to discover my hazy memories and my best friend's real murderer to clear his name, I find myself in a web of lies and manipulation.
The more I try to go back into my past, the more Julian holds me in the dark.
Is he really a ruthless murderer as everyone claims, or is the truth far more horrifying than I know?

In a world where two wolf packs, the Moonblood, and Silver Claw, once fought a brutal war, Alpha Alex and Alpha Morgan are now forced into a marriage by the Moon Goddess to keep the peace, even though they are not mates and are both under a curse of not feeling the mate bond ever in their lifetime. Morgan is a stubborn Luna and Alex is a possessive and controlling alpha. The both of them can't stand each hold but are forced to be lovers rather than enemies, and not everyone is happy about this arrangement on both pack sides since the thirst for their enemies' blood and revenge is still strong in the hearts of members of the packs. But what happens when Morgan is forced into a contract with Alex to bear his heir as a sign of her loyalty to his pack, and Alex gets put in the position to either stand with his pack and kill Morgan or believe her innocence and fight for her after she gets accuse of killing their unborn baby?

Flora had to work three jobs to feed three people at the same time, her husband was a man without money, without work, lazy and worthless, but she always loved him. But in response to Flora's sincerity, Enzo – her ex-husband - treated her only as a servant and as a sexual slave. She couldn't stand the humiliation, so she decided to divorce. But after the divorce she discovered the true identity of her ex-husband, he is not a useless man but the CEO of a large multinational corporation. What's Going On? Why did her ex-husband hide her? He never spent a dollar on her or their little daughter. Does she regret choosing to divorce her ex-husband as in his warning?

After a devastating accident erased six months of her memory, Jasmine Reyes returns home only to find a mysterious boy watching her from the window across the street every single day. She thinks he's obsessed. She doesn't remember that she once loved him or that the accident that nearly killed her was never an accident at all. As buried memories resurface, Jasmine uncovers a deadly conspiracy, a forgotten first love, and a truth powerful enough to get them both killed.

I thought escaping my yandere ex-girlfriend was the hardest thing I’d ever do.
Then, the apocalypse began.
For six grueling months, I slaved away in a survivor shelter, doing everything to survive.
But gratitude doesn’t exist in the wasteland.
To secure rations, the shelter leaders decided to betray me, trading me away like cattle to a rival superpower base.
As I was dragged out, leaving my old shelter to its inevitable doom, I braced myself for the worst at the new base.
But when I was brought before their ruthless, all-powerful leader, the blood in my veins ran cold.
Sitting on the throne was the very woman who used to drug me, cage me, and possess me.
My psycho ex.
And she’s been looking for me.

At the Falcone estate's riding ring, I watched my eight-year-old son Leo mount Starlight, preparing for the most important performance of his young life.
Before the third obstacle, the horse spooked. The instant Leo was thrown, I rushed forward to shield him—the cost was three shattered ribs and a kicked left lung.
When I woke from unconsciousness, I found myself in Dante's private clinic downstairs. From the adjacent room came the doctor's angry voice: "We agreed this was just a marrow extraction. Why did you set up what happened with the horse?"
My husband Dante Falcone's response made my blood run cold: "Leo was Mia's donor. Now that the procedure is complete, there's no point in continuing treatment. Mia is the real heir."
Eight years of marriage. I'd always believed that beneath Dante's cold exterior, Leo was still a son he treasured.
Only now did I understand—from the moment of his birth, Leo had been nothing more than a living donor prepared for his stepsister Mia.
The cruelest irony? Mia, the girl Dante loved so deeply, wasn't even his biological daughter.

Everyone knew my twin sister wouldn't live past eighteen. So they gave her all the love, leaving me to survive in the shadows.
When I suffered a asthma attack on our birthday, my mother locked me in the basement.
"Stop faking it. Don't ruin your sister's last birthday," my mother hissed.
She thought I was throwing a tantrum for attention.
She was wrong.
I died on the cold concrete floor while they sang Happy Birthday upstairs.
Now, I am just a ghost floating in our living room. I watch my parents complain about my selfishness. I watch them make empty promises to treat me better tomorrow.
They don't know there is no tomorrow for me...

My name is Dafu, I am a dog, and I can smell death.

Sweet, cloying spores and a metallic, fishy stench seeped in through the cracks in the door.
The owner's friend was crying and calling for help outside the door , but all I could hear from my nostrils was the gurgling of mucus and the rustling of fungal hyphae climbing—
The person outside had no heartbeat.

The owner ultimately decided to open the door and rescue the person .
no!

I bit his hand tightly , my eyes pleading desperately—
Master, trust me !
That thing outside the door! It's not a person at all!

For three years, Caleb Vance and I were the two most mismatched people at Hometown Beans.
We fought every single day, couldn't stand the sight of each other — even Frank, our boss, just assumed it was a matter of time before we tore the place apart.
But I never expected that after one of our fights, an accident would cost me my memory.
And I definitely never expected to wake up to find the man I hated most in the world, his eyes red, telling the doctor:
"I'm her boyfriend. We've been together for three years."
Except I remember perfectly well that we were never together.
So when I decided to fake amnesia, I had no idea I was about to uncover a secret that would upend three years of bad blood between us.
And it all started the day Frank announced he'd be handing Hometown Beans over to one of us.

Six months after our bonding ceremony, I was ambushed by rogue wolves while searching for rare herbs in the Black Forest.
Their poisoned claws shredded my abdomen—and with it, any chance of ever carrying pups.
But my mate held my hand and wept. My mother swore she'd save me. My father said everything would be fine.
How pathetic—
Right before they wheeled me into surgery, I heard them through a cracked door, calmly discussing how to harvest my heart for the adopted sister who'd been waiting six months.
Turns out the "accident" was a gift from my loving family of four.
Turns out the last six months of "coming home" was just them fattening up my heart for harvest.
What they don't know? The voice memo on my phone caught everything.
What they really don't know? Six months from now, I'm coming back—
With a Dark Moon Alliance badge. And a heart much colder than the one they stole.
Shh. Listen.
That stolen heart? It's starting to reject.

In my previous life, I gave the SS-class Furnace Fortress to my sister, and she turned around and stabbed me in the back.
After being reborn, she wanted to take my forest . I smiled and said, "Fine, it's all yours."
This time, I chose the SS-class Forge Fortress.
And I want her to die crying in the yellow sand.

The first thing I do with my second chance is sell off my perfect fiancé for ten million dollars.

The first time around, I became someone else for Julian Whitmore.

He likes nude-toned dresses. Hates when I wear anything with color. He won't let me have more than one glass of champagne in public. Won't let me laugh too loud. Won't let me initiate anything in bed.

His voice is always so calm, like he's correcting a disobedient pet.

I spend three years turning myself into what he wants: docile, proper, flawless. Until depression drags me under. Until that night I lay in the bathtub and watched the water turn red.

When I die, he's still downstairs in his study, editing my speech for tomorrow's charity gala.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in the Winters' living room with that unsigned arrangement in front of me.

This time? Fuck perfect.

But when he lifts that veil at the wedding and realizes the bride isn't me, this man who's spent his whole life in control completely loses it.

In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.

I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.

Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.

"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."

It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.

Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.

"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."

My pack's golden girl—my adopted sister—vanished. On my eighteenth birthday—the day my wolf should have awakened—my parents dragged me to a witch.
"Show us what you did to her."
Fine. Let them look.
Let them see who drugged me the day I came home. Who stole credit while I bled. Who smiled while planning my destruction.
They chose their precious Rosalie over me for three years.
They wanted the truth?
They were about to choke on it.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

The boy I grew up with was this town's star quarterback.

Everyone saw him as the golden boy.

Yet, for a delinquent, he willingly threw away his athletic career and plunged headfirst into the local drug ring.

Desperate to pull him back from the edge, I tipped off the police about the drug den, hoping it would be his wake-up call.

Instead, he hated me to the bone for it.

To prove his loyalty to his "true love"—and to punish me—he gave our home security code to a crew of methed-up thugs.

They broke in and put a bullet through my parents' heads, wiping out my entire family.

It wasn't until I took a bullet to the chest and lay choking on my own blood, staring at a mocking text from him, that I finally woke up.

But fate, it turns out, decided to give me a second chance.

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

On my wedding day, my entire family received Iris’s desperate plea for help.
“Mom, Dad, Brother! I’ve been kidnapped, come save me, quick!”
Everyone panicked—including my fiancé, Theodore.
They interrupted the wedding ceremony to rush to Iris.
I begged them through tears not to go. I said it was a trick, something Iris had staged herself.
“The ceremony would have been over in ten more minutes. Can’t you just wait ten minutes?”
My parents called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch. My brother, Ron, pried my fingers from his tuxedo lapel.
“Chloe, stop being so selfish! Even if Iris isn’t your blood sister, how can you be so cruel?!”
“All you care about is your own wedding! Do you really want to see her die?!”
My fiancé looked at me with disappointment. “Let’s cancel the wedding for now.”
“I just realized… the one I care about more… is Iris.”
Watching their hurried figures disappear, I picked up a knife and locked myself in the bridal suite.

My ex-husband found me selling hair clips at a flea market. Rosie was asleep in her stroller.
"Come home. She's too young for this."
I said yes.
After that, I stopped checking his phone.
Rosie stopped crying when the other girl took her toys.
He spent the night at Simone's—we didn't call.
We ran into them at the mall—we walked the other way.
We finally became what he always wanted. Easy. Quiet. No drama.
So why is he the one who can't sleep now?
"Why don't you get mad anymore?"
"Rosie, why won't you ask me to stay?"

On Halloween night, a sharp stench of chlorine and cheap booze woke me up.
I opened my eyes to a man grinning at the bedroom door.
It was my husband, David, soaking wet and showing off the liquor he’d vanished hours ago to buy.
I cursed him out, called him a liar, and demanded a divorce. He just kept that idiotic smile.
Then my phone rang. It was his best friend, Mark.
"Claire, David drowned drunk in the pool!"

The fake heiress and I died twice fighting over the same thing—which of us would get adopted by that wealthy couple.

The first time, I got the necklace. I became their daughter. I thought I'd finally have everything I'd ever wanted. Three months later, they drowned me in the bathtub.

William's voice still echoes in my head. "This is your fault! If we'd taken Chloe instead, she'd still be alive!"

The second time, I gave Chloe the necklace. Let her have the good life. I thought that would keep me safe.

Five years later, Chloe turned up dead in their mansion. The Harringtons called the cops on me. They said I broke in and killed her out of jealousy. I died in prison, broken and tortured. The last thing I heard was Catherine's voice through the visiting room glass, cold as ice. "You belong in the gutter."

The third time, I open my eyes again.

I watch the couple smile at us, all warmth and kindness, and one question burns in my mind. Which daughter do they actually want?

Five years ago, my family burned to death in an "accident."

My loving husband Clifford signed the papers himself—shipped me off to a mental institution without a second thought.

Inside, Becky carved up my face with shattered glass. The same orphan I'd put through school. Then she rebuilt herself to match my features and stole my life—my husband, my son, everything.

Now she marched into the clinic where I scrub floors, dragging my biological child behind her, demanding I apologize to him like some servant.

She has no idea what kind of monster she created.

My cousin stole thirty thousand dollars from our dying grandmother.
Not for an emergency. Not for bills.
For liposuction.
Then she told everyone I did it. Said I was jealous of her figure — that I'd drained Grandma's cardiac surgery fund because I wanted to look different. And the terrible part is, everyone believed her. My boyfriend. My uncle and aunt. Every single person who'd watched me grow up in that house — eating their leftovers standing at the kitchen counter, wearing my aunt's old coat with the broken zipper through every winter — turned around and decided I was the thief.
I couldn't prove otherwise. I couldn't get anyone to listen.
Last time this happened, I didn't survive it.
Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor. My aunt's hand raised, ready to swing.

Five years ago, I stepped in front of a crossbow bolt for Lucian Vael, and he turned me into a vampire before I had the chance to say no.
He told me I was the first person he'd loved in six hundred years. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a spot for me in his family's crypt so we'd lie there together when the time came—right beside his parents, in the inner ring where only blood and the most beloved go.
While I spent four years bleeding myself dry over ancient rites, trying to carry his child, he was across the city watching another woman do it on her first try. Using my research to get there.
He named one of the twins Soren. That was the name I'd chosen.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant.
I didn't tell him.
I called Mira and said: I need him to think I'm dead.

Reborn for revenge, I’m bound to the Alpha who let me die—and caught in a deadly game with the brother who wants to claim me.


Mallory was born with nothing.
No wolf. No rank. No future. In a cruel wolf pack, she is nothing more than the Luna’s maid—an abused omega, used, beaten, and hated for simply existing.

Then, on the night meant to destroy her, fate changes everything.
She awakens her wolf… and discovers that Alpha Zain, the most powerful man in the pack, is her fated mate.

But fate is cruel.

Zain chooses his pack over her. The Luna marks her for death. And after one forbidden night leaves Mallory pregnant, she is hunted down and left to die with her unborn child.

Death should have been the end.
Instead, it sends her back.

Reborn with every memory of betrayal burned into her soul, Mallory refuses to be weak again. This time, she will survive. She will expose the Luna’s lies. And she will make them all pay.

But revenge turns dangerous when Zain keeps pulling her close… and his brother steps out of the shadows, determined to claim her for himself.

Because Mallory is no longer just a broken omega.
She may be the wolf their world has been waiting for.

Ideal for fans of dark werewolf romance, alpha and omega tension, rebirth revenge, and dangerous love triangles.

Zvonimir Ashcott, the strongest Alpha werewolf in the empire, fell in love with Rishima Watson, an Omega female, at first sight because of her breathtaking beauty. At their wedding, Zvonimir swore to God that he would love Rishima forever. However, only three years later, he heartlessly abandoned her to marry another female.

Zvonimir said, “Rishima, you cannot bear my offspring, so you are unworthy to be my wife.”

Zvonimir said, “Rishima, I still desire your body; be my lover.”

Zvonimir said, “Rishima, I don’t want to leave you. Can we remarry?”

Zvonimir said, “Rishima, I love you, I cannot live without you.”

Rishima coldly replied, “Get lost!”


When Zvonimir announced his desire to marry Rishima, people throughout the entire Wolven Empire objected. They believed that an Omega female like Rishima was unworthy to be the wife of a powerful Alpha like Zvonimir. Yet, Zvonimir was determined to marry Rishima, making her believe she was the happiest female in the world. However, after her womb was injured while saving Zvonimir, her illusions about their class-divided marriage shattered.

Zvonimir heartlessly cast Rishima aside to marry a female with a stronger reproductive ability, unaware that she was already carrying his children…

God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown.

Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal.

Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. He spent his life thinking that dark-furred wolves were uncleansed, uneducated, bottomless creatures.

I was a dirtball wolf slave, and I was meant to be repulsed by him. Yet his wolf wouldn’t let him be disgusted; his wolf wanted me, as his MATE.

God must want to kill me faster to make me his mate, especially we have sex after a drug accident.

But after As the weeks went on, it seemed as though my relationship with Marlon has only grown more intense. He came into my room only to have sex again and again.

A dirty black sex slave. That is what I am.

Until he said, he was mesmerized by me.

Can you believe it?
A single spilled drink brings a debt-ridden, wolfless girl crashing into the most untouchable man in the entire wolf world.

He is Lycian Valor, a 22-year-old unmated top Alpha heir, the sole ruler of a hundred-billion-dollar empire, and his wolf is on the verge of running amok.

She is Elowen Hale, a scholarship student hiding the secret of being wolfless, living like an invisible person at Mooncrest University, where elites gather.

Two people who were never supposed to cross paths are tightly bound by a Mate bond because of an accident.

What's even more absurd — she has no wolf.

"Pretend to be my girlfriend for one semester, and all your debts will be wiped clean."

His deal is delivered with an unrefusable dominance.

Her compromise is solely to survive.

But no one could have imagined that this fake relationship, born out of a transaction, would ignite into an unstoppable true love.

Even fewer could have predicted that the wolfless outcast mocked by everyone harbors the blood of the Moonsilver Wolf, a lineage that has been extinct for a thousand years!

The moment her wolf awakens, pursuit follows, and conspiracies are layers uncovered.

On one side is the unbreakable Mate bond; on the other, a earth-shattering secret that could subvert the entire wolf world.

Is their love redemption... or the beginning of destruction?

"You kept this from me, our child."
Her heart pounded. Five years of secrets, of careful hiding, shattered in a single, terrifying moment. He knew. Asher Moretti knew.
Aliyah Censori thought she was a biker bitch who knows a lot about the men that control the pedal and leather until she turns 20 and meets her mate.
It was love at its fullest glamour and everyone was envious of them but unfortunately, he did the most outrageous thing that Aliya would ever imagine — he posted her nudes!!
Aliyah was reluctant to accept the reality when the bond that binds them together is now severed. She cried her heart out.
Asher Moretti who was coming back from his wife's tomb. He was sad and heartbroken. He went to the club and met Aliyah where they both drank themselves to stupor and they ended up on the bed.
Aliyah hates him for no reason at first, she blames him for everything that happened between her and Cohen, thinking he knows about it since he is the president of his club.
And now, she is pregnant with Asher Moretti’s baby.
What happened when she realized that their intimacy that night had made her situation worse?
But what happened when she realized that behind his facade was a man broken and was desperate for love?
Behind his mask was the man who has never been defeated in any biking race but has been defeated by love and fate?

“She is my Luna. My only. Touch her, and you answer to me.”


Derek Livingston was the Nightfang Pack’s golden boy—until betrayal in a sacred hunt shattered everything. His wolf bound, his power stolen, he went from revered heir to the pack’s biggest joke. A broken Alpha, with nothing left but anger and disdain.

“Leftovers? That’s what they gave me for a mate?” Derek scoffed, staring at the quiet girl sent to him in a political trade. Amanda Kingswell, the Emberfang Pack’s most invisible daughter—overlooked, unassuming, and completely beneath him. Or so he thought.

Amanda had spent her life hiding in her “perfect” sister’s shadow—quiet, sharp, and desperate to break free. She thought her fate was to be a pawn in a loveless marriage… until she discovered her secret: she’s the only one who can shatter Derek’s curse.

First meeting? Pure hostility. He mocked her weakness, she hated his cruelty—neither wanted anything to do with the other. But when Amanda’s untamed blood gift awakens, and Derek’s bound wolf stirs, they’re forced together. And soon, they realize: this “absurd” marriage was never an accident—it was fate.

Family secrets unravel, and the betrayal that destroyed Derek is darker than either could have imagined. But with Amanda’s power, the broken Alpha rises—stronger, deadlier, and ready to claim his throne. And when he roars to the pack, his voice shakes the ground: “She is my Luna, my only Luna!”

“I’ll never mate her. This is only for the treaty.”
Prince Lysander Shadowmere’s vow to another was a blade to my heart. He is my fated mate, and my people’s greatest enemy.

Bound by a political alliance to end centuries of war, I, Princess Seraphina Nightclaw, must wed the dark fae prince who destroyed my pack. Lysander is ruthless, commanding, and bound by a sacred oath to another. I am the wolf princess he should despise, yet the mating bond between us ignites a dangerous, undeniable passion.

He fights the pull of our destiny; I fight the longing in my soul. But when a forbidden night changes everything, I flee with a secret growing inside me—his heir, and my revenge.

I was the Luna of the Ironfang Pack. The woman the Alpha swore would rule by his side. Until the night I found him in bed with another woman.

Not just any woman. A woman carrying his child.
So I ran. I stole his legendary motorcycle, crossed the pack borders, and vanished into the human world… with a secret of my own.

His heir, For five years I built a new life among outlaws and bikers, raising my son far from the brutal politics of werewolf packs. I thought Ragnar Voss, the most feared Alpha alive, would never find us.

I was wrong. Because my son isn’t just any wolf.
At five years old he already carries the aura of a born Alpha, a power so rare that rival packs will kill to claim it. Now Ragnar has finally found me.

The mate bond between us still burns. The past between us is still broken. And enemies are already circling. To protect our son, the man who betrayed me and the woman who ran from him must fight side by side.

But the biggest danger isn’t the packs hunting our child. It’s the truth about the night that destroyed us. And once that truth comes out… either our bond will heal or it will finish breaking us forever.

"I bring wonderful news. Your daughter has broken records with her compatibility assessment. A 98% match to alpha bloodlines—the highest score I've seen in three decades." The omega directive's test is not one I wanted to score highly on, but I did. That meant instead of spending my 21st birthday celebrating with my parents, I spent it running through the forest, trying to escape council trackers and praying my parents didn't get executed for helping me avoid 'collection', and that I didn't get caught by some alpha wanting to use me as nothing more than a womb. Of course it didn't go as well as planned.

I am Lirael, fated mate of Kael Luthor, the Blackflame Alpha—and the Luna he destroyed with his own hands. Five years ago, Sera stole my identity as his savior and framed me as a traitor. Since then, Kael has hated me more than death.
Now my daughter, Aurora, is dying from Lycanthropic Decay. Only his source blood can save her.
He grips my chin and whispers coldly, “You want my blood for that bastard? Show me your sincerity.”
I tremble. “Kai… she is your daughter.”
But he refuses to believe me. And when Aurora’s life begins to fade, the lies buried for years finally start to crack…

Jessica Remington wanted fun for one night, but if she had known that her mate was looking at her the moment she walked into the club, and instantly put a target for her for auction, she would have stayed home with a bag of chips, binge watching Netflix.
She has to prove herself worthy of being an Alpha's mate, with her alpha constantly watching her, constantly ready to pounce and control her life, will it be easily for her or will a ball of fur be ready to control her life that much, even when he can twist that life away with a small snap.