5621 Book(s) Related to my two alphas

On the day she was meant to marry her fated mate, Raine received a desperate call from her twin sister's deathbed.
One wish. One plea.
"Please don't let him be alone when I'm gone."
So Raine did what she has always done: she became the sacrifice. She walked away from the Moon Goddess's chosen bond at the altar and married a stranger to honor a dying girl's final wish.
But her sister didn't die.
For three years, Raine has shared a bed with a man who never looks at her. A man who whispers her sister's name in the dark while waiting for a comatose woman to wake.
When the miracle finally happens and he demands a divorce, Raine doesn't beg.
She just leaves—carrying the secrets he was never man enough to deserve.
Now, he's back. The cold Alpha is on his knees, haunted by the ghost of the woman he threw away. Begging for a second chance, pleading for his Luna to return to his side.
But the woman he broke is gone, and a Queen has taken her place.
Raine has spent her whole life being the sister who sacrifices. The woman nobody fights for. But she isn't alone anymore, and she isn't looking back.
As he stands at her door, desperate for a family he discarded, she has only one answer for him:
"It's too late, Alpha. My sons and I don't need you."

"Secrets, Lies, and Second Chances"Natalia Greer had wealth, status, and a bright future. Until one fateful night shattered her world, leaving her pregnant and alone. Four years later, she's back in the city that broke her, determined to reclaim her legacy and secure a future for her son.But the past still needs to be done with Natalia. Enter Ethan Stone – powerful, enigmatic, and dangerously attractive. He's a man with secrets who seems to know more about Natalia than he should. Their encounters crackle with tension, igniting a passion that threatens to consume them both.As Natalia navigates the treacherous waters of her old life, she finds herself between her love for her son, her quest for justice, and her growing feelings for Ethan. But in a world of betrayal and deceit, can she trust her heart to a man who might be her salvation... or her downfall?With a critically ill child, a fortune to reclaim, and enemies lurking in the shadows, Natalia must decide how much she will risk for a second chance at love and life.In this gripping tale of romance, revenge, and redemption, one woman will discover that the line between love and hate is as thin as the secrets that divide them.

One sweep of his tongue. That’s all it took. From my asshole to my clit. I came with a scream that burned my throat. I trembled, locking his head between my thighs. 
“I need more,” I grunted like a deranged woman. 
He found my lips with his, and he pressed the weight of his body over mine. His hand trailed down my ribs, down my stomach, and he buried it between my legs. The rough pads of his fingers slowly circled my clit.


She read about him in a book. She never expected him to step out of the page and into her bed.
Mara Cavendell lives a quiet life running her late parents’ bookshop, until the night a man from her book appears in her dreams.
When she wakes to find him, Kaelith, the brooding vampire warlord, sitting in her room, reality cracks open.
Kaelith is one of The Vowed, a secret order of four ancient vampires blessed with power and bound by blood to protect the Oracle, the woman foretold to hold the fate of their realm in her hands.
He tells Mara she is the Oracle.
She was never meant to be raised in the human realm. Torn from her true life as a child and hidden through time, Mara’s absence has begun to unravel the world she was destined to anchor.
Now, reality is fracturing, magic is twisting, the sky is literally falling. To repair the fabric of Kaelith’s realm, Mara must return, and choose her fated mate from among The Vowed.
Kaelith. Rhydan. Nerion. Thane.
Each dangerous. Each powerful. Each bound to her by ancient prophecy.
With war brewing, a realm crumbling, and passion building into something she’s never known, Mara must decide: Will she embrace the mate fate chose for her…or fight to rewrite the threads of destiny herself?

WARNINGS: RATED 18+
“Ah—” He groaned low in his throat.
He pushed two fingers inside me.
I bit down on my lip hard while my hips lifted, chasing the pressure.
A third finger followed, stretching me wider.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
His cock pressed against my thigh as he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed in.
My legs shook around his waist while broken gasps spilled from my lips.
I wrapped myself tighter around him, heels pressing into his lower back as I pulled him deeper with every thrust.
“Fuck, Kiara…”
The orgasm slammed into me so hard my hand dropped uselessly to the bed.
And then the bond snapped fully alive.
Heat exploded between us. Mate. Mate. Mate!
My vision blurred.
His eyes widened instantly. He froze inside me, hips locked against mine.
“What—”
His hand tightened painfully on my hip. “You’re not—”
“Who are you?”
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Nicole Anderson was ordered to kill Alpha Desmond on the night of his coronation.

Instead, she poisoned and murdered his Luna, wore her face like a mask, fucked the new Alpha while he was too drunk to notice the lie, lost her virginity in the middle of the deception, stole her pack’s holy relic during orgasm, stabbed him just deep enough to bleed but not die, and threw herself off a balcony in torn silk like a runaway bride covered in blood.

Now the mate bond screams in both their chests.

He’s the feral Alpha obsessed with revenge and the woman who betrayed him in the most intimate way possible.

She’s the hated firstborn daughter—born the wrong gender, cursed by prophecy, raised to kill—being sold in marriage to the man she almost murdered.

Is it possible that a marriage that started with handcuffs can end with war?

Three months before I marry billionaire Adrian Vale, I receive a text from an unknown number.

DON’T MARRY MY HUSBAND.

The sender claims to be Celeste Vale—Adrian’s first wife.

There’s only one problem.

Celeste has been dead for four years.

I assume someone is playing a sick joke until the messages reveal secrets no stranger should know. Details about Adrian’s body. His first marriage. The night Celeste died.

Then one message warns me not to eat a box of chocolates arriving at my office.

The chocolates are poisoned.

Suddenly, Adrian’s protection becomes suffocating. Security follows me everywhere. I’m moved into the sprawling estate where Celeste once lived. Doors are locked. Cameras fail. Someone enters my bedroom while I sleep.

And the dead woman keeps texting me.

But the most terrifying discovery isn’t that someone wants me dead.

It’s an old photograph hidden among Celeste’s belongings.

A photograph of me taken eight years before I ever met Adrian.

Adrian recognizes it.

Because our first meeting wasn’t an accident.

Now I don’t know who to trust—the dead woman warning me away from my fiancé, or the dangerously powerful man who admits he searched for me long before I knew his name.

Adrian swears he didn’t kill Celeste.

I want to believe him.

But the deeper I dig into his family’s past, the more women I find who vanished, died, or were silenced after learning secrets they were never meant to know.

And Celeste may have died trying to make sure I wasn’t next.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. The man I was forced to marry, the one who had vowed to love and cherish me, was caught in a passionate embrace with another woman.
The dressing room had become a secret place for the groom, my groom and his mistress.
I knew I was not supposed to feel anything because I do not love him, right? But why is it that it hurts? Because it hurts so much that I can't breathe.


Natalie Beckham gets forced to marry Tristan Detar by her parents so they could solidify their business that was barely standing, but when she finds out her husband is cheating on her with her sister who is not as innocent as she claims to be, what does she do?
With betrayals and manipulation placed in every step she takes, how does she deal with it?
Who stands by her and helps her face her challenges?

Flash Marriage with My Best Bro After My Identity Was Exposed.
Some secrets have been buried for 26 years.
Some feelings have been hidden for 8.

I'm Aria Sterling. Or rather, just Aria.
On what should have been an ordinary day, my world was completely turned upside down. The Sterling family's baby-swap scandal broke, and I lost everything: my name, my inheritance, my penthouse, and my place in the family.
For the sake of profit, my fiancé, Julian, chose to get engaged to the real heiress—a rising star in the entertainment industry. He asked for my "understanding," expecting to come back and marry me once he got what he wanted.
But when I woke up with a massive hangover at a bar, I found out I had slept with Orion, my best friend from years ago. To make matters worse, I was suddenly labeled the "other woman" ruining someone else's relationship, and my career was hanging by a thread.
Just as I was racking my brains over what to do, he said, "Let's get married."
What am I supposed to do now?

The woman with a secret to keep, if love is pure, even if it hurts, will endure for the beloved, pretend so that she is not hated by everyone, but as a result, she is rejected by the people she loves, especially her husband.

The woman is stunned by love. Strongest in the whole world but weak when it comes to love. She is Charmaine Wextricca the woman who will do everything just to make her husband love her.

But what if the one she loves, loves someone else. What will she do? and she was kicked out by her own family, can she handle it all?

What if she found out she was pregnant? what will she do, will it go away? For the good of her and all? She will return, to her former self, as one of the strongest women in the world.
Let's follow the story of our heroine, Charmaine Wextricca with her beloved husband Kibb Monteverde, who did nothing but drive her away and hurt her.

They chopped off my limbs while I screamed for help. One by one, my blood family hung up on me.

I was their lost true daughter—brought back only because the fake one needed my rare blood to survive.

For three years, every song I wrote went to her. Every role I bled for went to her. My parents and three brothers stood by and called me selfish.

Until she lured me onto a yacht, peeled the skin off my face with rusted pliers, and tossed my broken body into the sea.

My own family said I deserved it.

I was reborn—on the day they demanded my next song.

This time, I ripped the sheet music to shreds. I walked out without looking back. I signed with the most powerful studio in the industry. I'll climb to the top, strip away their masks, and make the whole world watch as I collect every debt they owe me.

I've walked through hell.

This life?

I hold the blade.

Ronan Blackthorne gets the same coffee every morning. Black, no sugar. From the same girl who doesn't even know he's worth billions. Annabelle thinks he's just another suit with good tips and a nice smile. She has no clue he owns half of Manhattan.

Here's the thing though, Ronan's got a problem. His dead father just screwed him over big time. Turns out daddy had a secret daughter somewhere, and she owns 35% of everything Ronan thought was his. Now he's hunting this mystery girl down because his psychotic mother Victoria won't shut up about finding her and making the problem disappear.

The barista he's falling for is the girl he's looking for.

"I had a one-night stand with a stranger who turned out to be my boss, oh my goodness, what have I done?"

Valerie Skye is a young and hardworking woman who finds herself entangled in a web of love, lies, and unexpected twists after getting dumped by her ex-lover. She ends up having a one-night stand with a total stranger, Dante Blaze, who turned out to be her boss. This becomes complicated for Valerie, as she tries every possible way to avoid Dante. But as a charming playboy and her boss, Dante takes this as a challenge to clip Valerie's wings and make her his.

Will she be able to stand his charm?

Will he succeed in making her submit?

Will love end up overruling Dante's Playboy's nature?

Or will Valerie continuously live in shame of her night with him?

Emily Fields never meant to become a killer.

She was twenty-two when she stabbed a man eleven times behind the bar where she worked. She remembered the first strike. She never remembered the other ten.

Seven months later, the victim suddenly withdrew the charges without explanation.

With nowhere to go and only forty-one dollars to her name, Emily accepts an offer that sounds too good to refuse: become the live-in maid and companion of a wealthy widow at an isolated estate.

The job is simple.

Take care of the old woman.

But the Holloway estate is full of things that don't make sense.

Emily starts waking in parts of the house she has been forbidden to enter, with no memory of how she got there. She finds old photographs that leave her with a strange sense that she has seen them before. The widow watches her with an unsettling familiarity, as though Emily's arrival has been expected for much longer than she realizes.

Then there are the widow's three sons.

Max likes to watch her.

Will can't stop touching her.

And Finn avoids her so completely that Emily begins to wonder what he is afraid will happen if he gets too close.

Emily has spent most of her life believing her story began when she was found and taken into care. No family she could remember. No real answers about where she came from.

But someone inside the Holloway estate seems to know.

And as Emily begins digging into the family's secrets, she realizes everyone around her has been hiding something... including herself.

Because the greatest mystery isn't simply what happened before she ended up in the orphanage.

It's why she can't remember any of it.

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“Now honey, what was that about earlier?” Mom demands after a beat, her voice even. Controlled. Measured. Like she's always been.

I look at her. At her copperry red hair much like my own, conflicted. And my eyes water.

It's about how I can still feel Grayson's touch on my skin mum. How his tongue has done things to me. Things too unholy to describe.

About how the scent of him—the mere thought of him—makes me heady.

And now, you’re marrying his father?

Grayson's bad news for goddess’ sake!

I want to tell her all that, but I don't.

I Can't.

“You didn't even stop to think about it,” I say instead, not liking the crack in my voice at the end.

“Probably because there was nothing to think about,” mother shrugs, frowning in concern. “What is this really about Ginny?”

Ginny. The five letter syllable that somehow sounds so different—sinfully different—when he says it.

“You've been acting weird ever since I mentioned coming back.. Is there something I should know?” she probes.

And then..

Her face grows pale.


Ours is a story that was never meant to be written.

A broken symphony, A perfect imagery with cracks.

He was my living torment, I was his subject. His prey. His Forbidden fruit.

We weren't meant to love. To feel so deeply. To Burn.

But we did anyways.

And the inferno we created?

Blew out of proportion.

Destroying everything we once thought we knew.

Again, we weren't meant to love,

But our story was a destructive force of nature,

Bound by soul-ties that could not be denied.

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

"You lost, Beauty. And now, your body, your pleasure, your surrender… all of it belongs to me."
★★★
Beauty thought her graduation trip would end with a proposal. Instead, it ended with heartbreak. On the eve of their travel, she caught her boyfriend in bed with her cousin. Betrayed and humiliated, she refused to waste her money on the hotel reservation… so she went alone.

But fate had other plans.

What began as a reckless attempt to drown her pain spiraled into a night she would never forget. A stranger walked into her room, catching her in her most vulnerable moment. Tall, powerful, and devastatingly handsome, Marcello… And when a mix-up forced them to share the room, one game of poker turned into stripping away more than just cards.

He was temptation wrapped in a tailored suit, his smirk promising danger she couldn’t resist. She gave in for one night, leaving her number with trembling hope.

Until she walked into her new job interview… and found him sitting behind the desk. Her new boss.

Now trapped between lust and pride, Beauty must decide if she can resist the billionaire devil who already claimed her once… or if she’ll fall into his arms all over again.

Mara Vale knew how to save ruined things.

Rotten silk. Smoke-stained lace. Wedding gowns torn by jealous hands or careless lovers. In the old brick shop her mother had left her, Mara could lift a century of dirt from a veil and make every hidden stitch disappear.

But on the night of her own wedding, there was nothing she could save.

Her fiance was in the hotel bridal suite with her stepsister. Her father called her ungrateful when she refused to smile through the betrayal. By midnight, Mara had lost her groom, her family, and the deed to the shop that carried her mother's name.

Then rain drove her into a garage on the wrong side of downtown, where a dangerous young mechanic caught her before she hit the concrete.

Dante Cross smelled like motor oil, wore a dirty white tank under his coveralls, and looked at Mara as if he had been waiting eight years to find her.

Everyone thought he was poor.

Everyone was wrong.

And when Mara's enemies dragged her onto a livestream and called her a thief in front of fifty thousand strangers, the man from the garage stepped between her and the slap meant to break her.

He did not ask permission.

He simply said, "Touch her again, and find out who owns this street."

I was bought into this world. For twenty-three years, my adoptive mother swept floors, scrubbed toilets, and endured endless orders from others just to keep me alive. Then one day, I discovered she had been depositing forty-four thousand dollars into an overseas account every single year for two decades. They called it a "custody fee". When a mysterious organization showed up, slammed coins in her face and threw a contract written in blood right in front of me, I finally learned whose blood runs through my veins. From that day on, I will prove to everyone: no one shall ever hurt my family.

My name is Arthur, a bottom-tier financial drone relying on liver cirrhosis to survive on Wall Street. My greatest dream is to land a normal labor contract that includes weekends off and social security, but this is destined to be impossible.
Because my dad is a Primordial Vampire, my mom is an Alpha Werewolf, and my older brother is an Urban Legend Wraith.
When my tycoon boss, trying to save on severance pay, deployed over a hundred heavily-armed mercenaries to physically eliminate me, I had no choice but to blow the bone whistle my old man gave me...

"What gives a scarred freak like you the right to stand next to him?"
Four years ago, a brutal attack left a hideous burn scar across the left side of my face. Ever since, I've hidden behind a black mask, fading into the darkest corners of St. Oak High. I thought if I just stayed perfectly invisible, I could survive high school in peace.
Then Michael came back.
He's the President of Model UN, an Ivy-League-bound genius, and the golden boy everyone revolves around. And me? I’m just a damaged outcast too terrified to show my own face.
The harder I pushed him away, the closer he got.
But when a video from four years ago surfaces—showing him throwing a punch just to defend me—his flawless future is suddenly on the line. That's when I knew I couldn't hide in the shadows anymore.
This time, even if it means exposing my ugliest scars to the harsh light of day, I will do whatever it takes to protect him.

In my past life, I gave up my college acceptance to say yes to my boyfriend's proposal at our senior prom.

Just a few years into our marriage, my husband and my best friend teamed up to drag me through hell. He tricked me into signing away my entire inheritance, leaving me with absolutely nothing. She pretended to take me in, only to secretly get me hooked on drugs.

I was forced to sell my body just to survive, while they looked down on me, laughing as they squandered everything my father had left behind.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my eighteen-year-old senior prom.

Under the spotlight, my boyfriend was on one knee, holding up a ring. Looking at his face, all I could remember was the smirk he wore when he threw me out onto the streets.

Blessed with a second chance, I grabbed my dress, turned, and ran. I blocked all his contacts and dug the college acceptance letter out of the trash.

He thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He actually tracked me down at college, cornered me, and mocked me in front of a crowd: "Who would ever want you without me?"

I told him I already had a new boyfriend—someone a million times better than him.

I randomly pointed at a man in the crowd. Little did I know, I had pointed at the university's youngest board member—a ruthless Wall Street tycoon serving as a guest professor.

I braced myself for this bigshot to expose my lie.

Instead, he walked right up to my side, shot a freezing glare at my ex, and asked:

"Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?"

The day I walked in on my boyfriend screwing that blonde tramp, I dropped the homemade tiramisu right there on the floor—our two-year relationship smashed to bits, messier than the splattered cream.

I ducked into a bar, slamming back whiskey, when this guy in a sharp black suit sidles up, his voice smooth as silk laced with bourbon. I spat out, "Help me forget him," but ended up totally lost in the presidential suite. He backed me against the wall, tore open my blouse, his tongue circling my nipple before biting down hard, leaving me breathless. "You taste like candy, baby—tonight, I'm gonna eat you up."

But then my boyfriend FaceTimes, spots the guy behind me, and loses it, screaming, "Dad!"

I went ice-cold—my hookup was my boyfriend's stepdad? Even worse, this thirty-three-year-old powerhouse was Brooklyn's deadliest mob boss.

What began as a vengeful fling spiraled into a forbidden nightmare?

Three days after I died, the morgue called my husband Sebastian to collect my ashes.
He was kissing another woman when he hit speaker, his voice cold and dismissive: "She's dead? Cremate her. Don't call me again."
And just like that, my body was wheeled into the cremation chamber.
When he finally showed up to collect my remains, he smashed the urn on the floor and ground every fragment of my ashes into the tile with his shoe.
"Playing dead? What a pathetic stunt," he sneered. "Tell her the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up. She'd better show up at the cemetery on her knees, or even if she really is dead, I'll scatter her ashes in the sewer myself."
But he didn't know—I truly was dead.
My soul was bound to him, forced to drift at his side as he planned a lavish wedding with his adopted sister Claire—his mother's true killer.
By the time he discovered the truth and exposed Claire at the altar, I had already vanished.
He lost his mind, racing to the ocean to search for my ashes.
Never knowing that the remains he'd crushed like garbage under his shoe—the "fake ashes" he'd dismissed as part of my act—
Were all that was left of me.

The remote vacation villa was saturated with suffocating male testosterone.
Deep in the night, my life-saving suppressants inexplicably vanished. The moment the drugs wore off, my unspeakable secret—my sex addiction—unleashed its most violent, lethal backlash in history.
What was even more fatal was that, through a twisted twist of fate, the man I was forced to share a room with tonight was my stepbrother, renowned for his absolute abstinence and cold, iron-fisted ruthlessness.
I thought that once my embarrassingly out-of-control, in-heat state was exposed, he would treat me like a monster and kick me away in disgust.
But I never expected—
This aloof man, who usually wouldn't even spare me a glance, now carried an irresistible, scorching aggression, ruthlessly sliding his large, rough hand straight up my thoroughly soaked panties...

My three-year-old daughter hides behind the sofa whenever I try to hold her now.

“Mommy is scary,” she whispers, clutching her stuffed bear like a shield.

I thought it was just a toddler’s overactive imagination.

Until I checked the camera feed in my own bedroom.

I watched a woman who looked exactly like me step out of the shadows of our antique mirror, slip into my husband’s bed, and kiss him.

Foxes are born to bless their mates, unlocking their bloodline and putting them on the throne of the Beast King.

In my last life, the Golden Lion prince Rein picked me, and my sister Lilith got stuck marrying Austin, the black dragon everyone steered clear of.

Then Austin's bloodline woke up and he took the throne, and Lilith rode his coattails straight into a crown.

I threw everything I had into blessing Rein and it never worked. He blamed me for every failure, dug my core out with his own hands, and tossed me into a cell like trash, leaving me there to rot.

Now I'm back, and at the mating ceremony, Rein walks right past me and takes Lilith's hand instead.

That's when I know. He's been reborn too.

But he has no idea. It was never my fault the blessing failed. He was never going to hold power, no matter who blessed him. That throne was never his to take.

I inherited my mother’s breathtaking beauty, while my sister was cursed with our father’s plain, vulgar looks.
Consumed by jealousy, she married early and settled into a mundane life, while I was kept entirely imprisoned by our mother—forbidden to date, forbidden to marry.
Whenever I brought a boyfriend home, my mother would take him into that mysterious locked bathroom.
Every single man who walked out of there would have glazed eyes and a flushed look of utter ecstasy. Then, without fail, they would coldly abandon me. Even the man who swore to marry me completely succumbed—to the point where he was having sex with my mother in the garden in broad daylight!
What’s even more bizarre is that whenever any female relative stepped into that bathroom, they came out looking at me with vicious hatred, joining forces to spit on me.
Betrayed by everyone and pushed to the brink, I decided to flee this demonic house in the dead of night.
But the moment I peeked through the crack of the door and finally caught a glimpse inside that bathroom, the blood in my veins turned to ice.
Only then did I horrifyingly realize the true reason my mother was willing to destroy my entire life...

I stepped out of my OB-GYN appointment, only to be crushed by a speeding truck while my husband watched from the opposite curb, not even blinking.
I choked on my own blood before waking up on the exact same street corner.
I thought I had been reborn, but then I saw a glowing red number "4" burned into the skin of my forearm.
What the hell was happening?

I never imagined that the most humiliating secret of my life would be laid bare in a flimsy tent in the middle of nowhere.

Even less did I imagine that the person witnessing my unraveling would be Sebastian. He’s the CEO of a top-tier conglomerate, my direct boss, and, most damningly, my ex’s stepfather.

A freak accident left us stranded in the jungle late at night. Inside that cramped, suffocating tent, the air felt scorching, almost unbearable. Worst of all, in my rush to leave, I’d forgotten to bring the medication that suppresses my “craving disorder.”

When that sickening desire surged through me like a tidal wave, when his body heat pressed against my back through his shirt, I could only bite my lip hard, teetering on the edge of shame and instinct.

“Mr. Blackwood, please… stay away from me.”

In my past life, I was shoved into oncoming traffic by my husband's widowed cousin, Isabella.
"Why do you get the perfect husband and the Romano fortune? Go to hell!"
I died, and my unborn child died with me. Up until my last breath, I thought she killed me out of purely manic, bitter jealousy.
When I opened my eyes, I was back at that exact crosswalk, rewound to the second she was about to push me.
Only this time, I stepped aside.
And I finally learned the truth. She wasn't just an envious widow—she was my husband's secret lover. And the one who paid the million-dollar bounty for my murder to steal my mafia empire was the "flawless" man sleeping in my bed.

My brother's first day on the job, and the new intern, Ashley Pratt, accuses him of trying something with her in the break room.

In my last life, I panicked under all those judging stares and my father screaming at me over the phone. I grabbed my brother by the shoulder and forced him to bow and apologize to her, tried to pay her off to make it go away.

She turned around and leaked the wire transfer online instead, twisted it into a story about rich people paying to buy back their good name. The backlash spiraled out of control. My brother couldn't take the flood of hate anymore and jumped from the roof. He hit the ground and there was nothing left of him to recognize.

My father used my failure to handle it as an excuse to push me off the board. I ended up watching the woman responsible climb over my brother's grave and take the CEO seat at Merritt Industries.

Fate is giving me a second shot.

My brother reaches for me, eyes rimmed red. "Camille, I swear I didn't do anything."

I pull him behind me and look down at the woman crying on the floor.

"She's saying you assaulted her? Fine. Let's call the cops."

In my past life, I exposed my cousin Isolde's deadly secret just to save Darius from absolute ruin, binding myself to him in a Soul Pact instead.

My reward?

At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."

When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.

Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.

In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.

Three years of marriage. Three pregnancies.

Every time I confirmed I was pregnant, my sister-in-law Ophelia would walk into the chapel behind the manor.

Then my in-laws would drag me to the hospital and force me to abort the healthy baby.

The night after my third miscarriage, I dragged my weakened body to follow her into the chapel.

The moment I pushed open that door, my blood ran cold.

In that instant, I finally understood why my three children had to die.

As the only daughter of a mafia family, I learned early that trust doesn't come cheap. When my father got sick, he gave me an ultimatum: if I want to take over the family, I have to get married first.

Everyone assumed I'd pick my childhood friend, Vincent Moretti—son of my father's right-hand man. Hell, even I thought so. Until my last life, when he left me to burn.

Father died in an ambush. I was trapped in a metal cage at an abandoned dock warehouse while flames swallowed everything. I begged Vincent for help. He stood thirty feet away, the cage key right by his feet.

"Cat, as long as your father's alive, he'll never give me the family. This isn't personal. It's business."

Sophia was wrapped around him—my so-called best friend. She smiled at me and said she'd take good care of everything.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw a figure in black charging into the flames—Elijah, the bodyguard I'd called "trash" and "a dog."

Then I opened my eyes and woke up a month before my birthday party. This time, I'm giving that position to someone who actually deserves it.

But why is Vincent on his knees at my engagement party, crying and begging me to marry him?

He broke down the morgue door, his guttural scream echoing off the cold tiles as he yanked open drawer after drawer.

"Emily!"

Ethan's hands shook violently as he pulled it open. She lay inside, a white sheet draped over her face. With trembling fingers, he peeled back the fabric. Her face was paper-white, lips bloodless, her eyelashes casting faint shadows. So still.

This wasn't the Emily he knew. The Emily he knew could smile, could cry, could clumsily try to warm his frozen heart. But now, she was just a corpse. A corpse because of him.

"Cancer... stage four..." he whispered, drowning in a tidal wave of panic.

He remembered all those times she had clutched her stomach in agony, and he had mocked her. He remembered demanding she give her heart to his lover. He remembered her final silent words through the surgical glass: "I hate you."

"AHHH—!!" A raw scream tore from his throat. He slammed his fist into the metal drawer, blood blooming across his knuckles.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her stiff, freezing body into his arms. She was so light. Like holding air.

"Emily, I was wrong. I was so wrong," he choked out, crying for the first time in years. "Wake up. Hit me. Hate me. I'm begging you..."

But death is the most absolute silence of all. How far will a man go when he realizes he murdered his only salvation?

I was just on the phone with my husband. He was stuck in traffic, apologizing for being late to our anniversary dinner. Forty minutes later, detectives are at my door, claiming he died in a crash three days ago. If Silas is dead, who just sent me a text?

My fiancé accused me of not caring about family.
To appease him, I planned a family vacation.
But the night before we left, he informed me that he'd given my first-class seat to his childhood sweetheart.
And me? He stuck me in coach on a flight flagged for possible terror threats.
Everyone in his family thought I should just go along with it.
That was the moment I woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and booked myself a trip to Hawaii instead.
Then I turned off my phone and let them sweat over the hotel bill.
It wasn't until their reservation got canceled that they finally started to panic.

In my last life, I was the one who stopped it.
The second I recognized what was in that cup—a cold medicine loaded with compounds that end any pilot's career on contact with a drug screening—I knocked it out of Ivy's hands. Reid shoved me so hard I hit the coffee table. He got his four stripes anyway. Then he publicly destroyed my reputation, stood by while his fans harassed me off the internet, and smiled when I was pushed down a flight of stairs.
I died knowing he never looked back.
This time, I come back as myself: senior aviation medical officer, five years into a relationship with a man I now see clearly. When Ivy holds out that same cup with that same bright smile, I already know exactly what's in it.
I take a step back.
"Drink it while it's hot," I tell him. "Don't leave a drop."
I spent one lifetime being everyone's safety net. Not this time.

After I took in my first love, she promised she'd always be good to me.
But after my mother died in a car accident, I found her in our home—with another man.
She told everyone Colin was her true love, that I was just a little brother she never wanted, and that I was the one who couldn't let go.
Everyone turned against me. My father had a stroke from the rage. Colin even had someone run me over—cost me an eye.
Seven years later.
I stood outside a convenience store holding flowers when I saw them.
Audrey's daughter looked at me with pity. "Mom, that man only has one eye... Is he selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

Maisie has had her fair share of pain: Being the Luna of the BlackRock Pack in name only, her mate Xavier preferred his childhood sweetheart over his own family, leaving her and their daughter Aria invisible in their own home. When Maisie learned that Aria had only one month to live, she made a desperate bargain—sign the divorce papers in exchange for Xavier finally spending time with their dying daughter.

But Xavier's cruelty knew no bounds. The night he abandoned them on the roadside, choosing his mistress over their unconscious child, was the night Aria took her last breath. Alone. In Maisie's arms.

Broken and rejected, Maisie disappeared into the shadows. Three years later, she returns as the CEO of MG Global—powerful, transformed, and ready to destroy the man who destroyed her. She meets Rogue Alpha Roman, a man with his own vendetta and secrets that run deeper than revenge. But as Maisie reclaims everything Xavier stole from her, she discovers something she never expected: a second chance at love. And Xavier? He'll burn the world down before he lets her go.

In a world of pack politics, corporate battle, and deadly obsession, Maisie must decide—will she let the past consume her, or will she finally choose herself?

Mira was born with a forbidden gift shadow magic wrapped in wolf blood, a power the kingdom outlawed long before she took her first breath. When her abilities awakened, she trusted the one person she believed would protect her: Jason, crown prince of the Lycan throne and her fated mate.

She was wrong.

Jason betrayed her to save his crown.
Mira burned for her survival.

Three years later, she returns as the mysterious Shadow Wolf, stronger, colder, and determined to make Jason pay for every bruise, every lie, every regret buried beneath his royal skin.

But fate is cruel.

Because the moment he sees her again, Jason recognizes the scent he tried to forget the scent of the woman he lost…the woman he destroyed…the only woman the Moon ever marked for him.

And Mira has only one goal,

Make the king kneel and then decide if he deserves forgiveness or destruction.

Betrayed by the one she trusted most, Aurora, the vampire queen, met her end at the hands of her lover. In her final moments, she desperately pleaded with the moon goddess for another chance at life.

But fate has a twisted sense of humour—she awakens as an Omega, a mere slave. As she plans to run away,Her path takes an even darker turn when Alpha Jason, her ex-lover who ended her life, becomes her unexpected savior.

Now she must get her close to the Alpha and take her revenge on him, as they both guard secrets that could shatter their worlds. In a pack where even whispers of the vampire queen are forbidden, how long can Aurora survive when her enemies are out for her?

What happens when secrets are unravelled and love starts to blossom again? Will Aurora be able to survive the perilous journey ahead?

Angelina is betrayed by her fiancé and her stepsister who was born without a wolf. They not only killed her father, but planned to drain Angelina's bone marrow and blood so that her stepsister could steal her wolf through witchcraft. After all these, Angelina was thrown into a garbage dump to die. Unexpectedly, a handsome man in royal regalia saved her and called her, "Mate."

I was accused by my beloved Alpha, Kael, of "spiritual mark plagiarism," and he even added the "soul-burning curse" to the blazing fire. He whispered, "This is all for our future."

Before I jumped off the cliff, I finally understood — this was all just to awaken my bloodline power.

After the fall, the blood moon cracked open, and black light enveloped me. To my shock, I was reborn seven days before the trial, with the Shadow Queen bloodline awakening within me.

Upon my return, I found Kael still making “spirit herb soup” for me every day. I secretly poured the soup into a flowerpot, and the flower instantly withered. The doubts in my heart grew clearer.

At the Moonlight Spring, I caught him and Lyra in an intimate moment. When I confronted him, Kael said, "I got close to her for you." He said it so casually, yet my heart was shattered like glass.

In this entangled web of love and betrayal, can I succeed in my revenge?

Elara, a young female werewolf hiding among humans, carries the weight of her family’s murder and a vow never to use her healing powers. Desperate for survival, she takes a maid job in the mansion of Edward-the arrogant Alpha prince whose father destroyed her life. Torn between hatred, secrets, and survival, Elara must navigate dangerous lies, betrayals, and an unexpected bond with the one man she swore never to help.

**“She never thought she would fall for the man who stole her.

The elders were cruel, feared by all. Their leader’s daughter lived a quiet life, hidden from the world, carrying the pain of losing her mother.

But when a powerful alpha, burning with revenge, kidnaps her to hurt the elders, everything changes.

Trapped in his world, torn between fear and strange feelings she can’t explain, she starts to see the man behind the monster. And he begins to see more than just the elder’s daughter.

In a world ruled by hate and revenge, will love be their greatest battle?”**

KANE
Even if I spend every night buried between her trembling thighs.
Even if she clings to me like I’m her salvation.
She’s still just a slave— a filthy little Omega with a scent that makes my cock ache.
Nyx is weakness. And this bond?
It is f*cking insult to everything I am.
I should’ve killed her the second I realized what she was.
Instead, I’m addicted.
To her gasps. Her tears. I am curious.
For the first time in my life, I want to claim something. The soul and body that was never mine to take.

**
NYX
Kill the Alpha. Save my mother. Walk away.
Three long months. One target.
End Kane Blackheart— the Devil of Blackhollow. The ruthless Alpha bathed my pack in blood and shattered my world.
I wasn’t prepared for fate’s cruel twist.
Disguised as a powerless Omega, I become his maid. His plaything. His obsession.
He touches me and I forget how to hate. Every stolen glance weakens me, every punishing touch blurs the line between pain and pleasure.
Falling for my mark isn’t just dangerous, it’s betrayal written by blood.