7913 Book(s) Related to the monster within

Rejected by her mate, forced into marriage with a cruel Alpha, Lila’s life couldn’t get worse—until she meets his twin, her true fated mate.

Trapped in a bond with the ruthless Alpha Kael, Lila feels like a prisoner, not a bride.

But when his estranged twin brother, Alec, returns, everything changes.

Alec is her true mate, the one her soul longs for—but Kael will never let her go.

Caught between two powerful Alphas who hate each other, Lila must decide: risk everything for the mate she’s destined for, or remain bound to the Alpha who will stop at nothing to claim her forever.

After the collapse of her kingdom during the Great War, Princess Illyria Cassion, is taken thousands of miles away from her home to the Empire of Sirius. The Emperor, has given her to his four sons, as a end-of-war gift. But when he finds her to be a virgin at the ripe age of 19… He sets in motion a twisted family tradition. Can she survive this crazy empire of vampires? How will she resist their HOT charms? Can she even choose just ONE dashing sexy prince, or will she have them all?

On that snowy night, Vincent gave Alessandro the key, the address, and a copy of Ecclesiastes his father had left behind. He said, “You’re the most irrational thing I’ve done in over a decade.”
Alessandro accepted the book but immediately stuffed all the evidence of the Calvino family’s crimes into the trash can outside the laundromat.
On the night of the final crackdown—St. Valentine’s Day—the muzzle of a gun entered the room with the morning light. Alessandro thought he could finally shed the mask he’d worn for six years. But when he looked up, he met Vincent’s gaze. Those deep brown eyes showed neither surprise nor anger. They simply looked at him quietly, as if at an ending that had long been written.
"There is a time for everything," Vincent said softly. "But I hope our time together can last a little longer."
With that, he held out his hand. It wasn’t a gesture of surrender nor a farewell; it was an invitation for Alessandro to arrest him.
Only then did Alessandro realize that Vincent had known exactly who he was from the beginning.
Vincent hadn't tested Alessandro; he'd turned these six years into a willing imprisonment, with trust as shackles and silence as a prison cell. Alessandro was to capture Vincent with his own hands, only to spend the rest of his life regretting it.
Vincent had won the bet.
Alessandro raised the barrel of his gun and finally brought the man who had trapped him for six years into the center of his crosshairs.

SYNOPSIS
They are Alphas. The head of packs and leaders of packs. But, they were also head of Alphas. Leaders of Alphas. Referred as the Alpha King.
There is only one Alpha King in the history of werewolves. Notorious. Fearful. Ruthless.
Mason Jekkings.

Mae Banks is an Omega from Blue Moon Pack. Blue Moon Pack Omegas gets sold after every five years. Mae is forced to become a slave for the Alpha King. However, things gets complicated when Mason finds out that Mae holds the key to breaking the curse that tied his age down.

At 2:47 AM, half-asleep, I made the biggest mistake of my life—I posted my forty-seventh secret love letter to the anonymous school forum instead of deleting it.
Even crazier? Star pitcher Caleb Sullivan found me in the cafeteria the next day, got down on one knee in front of everyone, and asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought I was living in a dream.
Until Mom told me she was getting married.
When her fiancé walked in with his son, I saw Caleb standing in our doorway—face white as a sheet, eyes wild with panic.
First love. Boyfriend. Stepbrother.
He said Mom and I were gold diggers scheming our way into his family. By Monday, he had his arm around the cheer captain, destroying my reputation in front of the entire school and turning me into the biggest joke at Seacliff High.
Just when I thought I'd drown, Zane Knight—the transfer everyone whispered about—found me in the abandoned art room.
He crouched down, those black eyes cutting right through me: "Crying won't change a damn thing, Daphne Pierce."
Brutal, guarded, but the only person who'd looked at me like I was still human.
As he walked away, something buried deep in my memory suddenly surfaced—that voice, the angle of his jaw...
Had we met before?

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

This is a story about the complicated love life of a powerful alpha who was bonded to two mates. One was meant to be his official; the other was meant to be a subordinate.
Alpha Sean, being the man of his own principles, refused to have two mates; he insisted on having one of which didn't go well with the other mate. She vows to haunt his life until he claims her.
The story consists of love battles, a power-hungry war against the werewolf packs, and a bloody, dark life

"You know what I want, Sean!" "Why are you punishing me?" She cried out in anger.
I pitched the bridge of his nose out of frustration.
"I can't mate you!" I roar out.
"That's bullshit!"   M.K. shouted before standing up from her seat.
She walked closer to me as the clacking sound of her heels entertained the tense atmosphere.
"Honey! We can make this work; just give it a chance." Her voice was soft and luring as she traced my jawline with her thumb.
I groan in irritation and grip her wrist, saying, "Enough, Miss M.K., please leave my office." I ordered quickly.
M.K. flinched in rage and said, "How dare you order me out of your office?" She questioned me in anger.
"Fine!  " "I will forgive you for today, but keep in mind I'm giving you just two weeks to come and claim me!" She affirmed and stormed out of the office.
I breathed in relief. I picked up a cup of coffee and gulped it.
"I need to take care of her as soon as possible; she is becoming a pest." I murmured as my body was heated by her touch!

Dr. Mara Venn had survived twelve years in trauma medicine by trusting what she could prove: blood pressure, pupil response, scan results, time of death.

Then blue letters appeared in the air outside Mercy Gate Medical Center, warning her not to enter an operating room.

The patient was already dead.

The surgery was a trap.

And if Mara went back inside, a powerful hospital family would bury a man's death under her name.

Three years ago, I took off the ring and became a mechanic, just to keep a promise to my brother — to protect his widow and daughter.

Three years later, Connor from Brooklyn tried to force my brother's daughter into marriage, blacklisted me from every job, and had the hospital turn away my sister-in-law.

They thought I was just some grease monkey.

They didn't know the ring had a lion carved on it.

When I put it back on...

The entire underworld of New York would tremble.

In my past life, my best friend Isla was the one sacrificed to Blackstone Island. She was sent to fulfill the ancient covenant between humans and Shifters—to marry that cold-blooded Black Dragon Guard Captain, Sebastian.

The result? A tragedy.

Isla was tormented by Valerie, Sebastian’s childhood friend, who used the most despicable schemes to break her. And Sebastian? He remained an oblivious, arrogant statue for thirty years, watching Isla wither away like a rose drained of life. She spent her entire existence wilting in the shadows of his palace.

As for me, I followed my family’s orders and married an accountant named Ryan. But the warrior's blood of a martial arts clan runs through my veins, while Ryan was a spineless coward who loathed my "wildness." I found him calculating; he found me untameable. We divorced within two years, and I died alone and forgotten.

But the heavens have given me a second chance. I’ve been reborn!

The covenant between our races only demands a daughter of my family—it never specified which one. This time, I'm not letting Isla go to that hellhole. If a dragon needs a bride, he's getting me.

After a forbidden night, maid Elara conceives twins for ruthless mafia Don Asher. To shield her from deadly power struggles, he fakes cruelty and puts a bounty on her head. Trapped in the murderous manor, she hides her pregnancy to survive. Cornered and hunted, she leaps into the frozen river to save her babies. After narrowly surviving childbirth, she becomes Asher’s lifelong obsession. The cold-blooded king burns all enemies, drops every pride, and kneels to atone for his sins forever.

The year Caleb loved me more than anything, he cut all ties with the entire Donovan mafia family, gave up his heir title, and ran away from New York with me to live on the lam out of state.
But one day, after hauling contraband and working three side jobs till his heart flared up and he coughed up blood, I took the six-million-dollar check his mom handed me and watched as his family’s guards dragged him onto a private helicopter.
He clung tight to the cabin frame, begging me not to leave like a man losing his mind.
I tossed every last dollar he’d scraped and saved for me right into the freezing pool, sneering that the tiny amount he’d managed to earn would never buy me a Steinway grand—not in a million years.
A dead-broke wreck like him had no right to talk about a future together.
Five years later, we crossed paths at an upscale charity gala.
I swallowed every ounce of my pride and begged him to lend me a sum of cash.
He said yes—on one condition. I’d be the private pianist for his engagement party, forced to sit there and watch him live out his perfect engagement for everyone to see.
I agreed without a second thought.
He’d never have the slightest clue why I was desperate for that money.
It was all to save a little girl.
A little girl who shared his blood.

Those beautiful dark golden eyes of Cassius should have been filled with dependence and longing for me.
Not like now—bewildered, innocent, like a lost fawn.
I perched high on an oak branch, watching the man below who was being ordered around like a servant by the knight squad gathered around their campfire.
The most feared top-tier human assassin, and... my devoted hound who warmed my bed.
Three days ago, he'd vanished without a trace after getting caught in a spatial rift while searching for abyssal crystals for me.
Never imagined when we'd meet again, he'd not only lost his memory but been picked up by a bunch of self-righteous fools.
I pulled out my communication crystal and reached out to my vampire bestie Lilith: "He's gone from attack dog to puppy dog, and I'm not sure how to handle it. What should I do?"
Her reply came instantly: "Easy—make him remember who owns him."
I curved my lips into a smile, my gaze piercing through the darkness to settle on the man by the flickering campfire below.
The dancing flames illuminated his half-wet, tattered shirt, clinging to outline that lean, muscular waistline in exquisite detail.
I stared at him, silently clenching my jaw.
I wondered—when night fell and I slipped into his tent, when I bit down on that strong nape of his neck again... would this sweet, innocent pup still be able to hold back those enticing gasps of his?

I died once—betrayed and devoured by my fiancée and the townspeople I had protected. I used my ice powers to shield them from the scorching apocalypse, yet they believed the rumor that consuming me would grant them the same abilities, and brutally ate me alive.

Reborn fifteen days before the apocalypse, when 70-degree heat turns Texas into a wasteland, my ice powers will become the only oasis. In this life, the police station basement will no longer shelter refugees—it will only store my supplies, and the corpses of those who dare to trespass.

Twenty-five years of being overlooked.
My husband Steven prefers my best friend Liliana, and my son Terry and grandson Roy treat me like a maid.
I thought I could endure this life forever, but when Steven gave my dream trip to Liliana, I couldn't take it anymore.
I decided to leave and stop wanting their love.

Three years of doting affection was nothing but a meticulously rehearsed lie. Dante Vitale kept Isabella as his perfect human shield to guard Seraphina, the woman he truly loved. Every warmth was fake, every danger was arranged. When the truth shattered her world, she lost her child and narrowly escaped death. Presumed drowned, Isabella lays low, collects evidence, and allies with an old FBI classmate. She brings down the entire Vitale clan, ruins his power, and leaves him scavenging for food on cold streets. He weeps for her in the snow, yet she will never turn back.

When her father was wrongfully jailed, Ella’s fiancé Noah betrayed her for her best friend Cassandra, sending her to the disabled tycoon Sebastian to atone for a fake crime. For five years, she suffered abuse, three miscarriages and public humiliation, until she uncovered their cruel conspiracy: Cassandra stole her kindness, and everyone she trusted framed her family.
Ella faked her death to escape the endless abyss. As all betrayers perished, the guilt-ridden Sebastian traveled far and wide to seek his long-overdue redemption.

When I opened my eyes once more and beheld the familiar glint of scheming in my sister's gaze, I knew—she had also been reborn.

In my past life, she shattered the souls of my child and me with a forbidden moonlight ritual, driven solely by envy of my perfect partner and healthy heir. In my dying moments, I saw no remorse in her eyes, only a twisted satisfaction.

In this life, she still seeks to seize everything from me—my fiancé, my child.

This time, I have chosen the one whom everyone scorns as the "exile."

They call him a monster, curse him, and claim that any woman who unites with him will bear only deformed beasts.

What they fail to comprehend is that as I lay on the brink of death, it was he whose golden eyes reflected the anguish of despair. What they know even less is the secret I harbor—one that even I scarcely believe.

My dear sister, do you desire the perfect heir? Do you yearn for supreme power?

Come, then.

Let us see how long your hypocritical facade can endure when the blood moon rises again, and all discover the true "monster."

Maeve and I dragged a dying animal out of the rain. We thought we were saving a life. Instead, we invited a monster to our door for a blood oath. In my first life, I accepted the oath and died screaming. In the second, Maeve took my place and was skinned alive. This is our third chance.

The loan sharks who kidnapped us wanted payment for my twin sister's gambling debts—in blood.

When my FBI negotiator father showed up with his tactical team, he found Lily with a paper cut, crying her heart out. I was dying from a gunshot wound in a basement below.

I called him with my dying breath: "Dad, please send help. I'm bleeding out."

"Are you kidding me right now, Emily? Your sister just went through hell, and you're pulling this pathetic stunt for attention? How sick are you?"

He hung up. I died alone, dismissed as a liar.

Three days later, they found my body. And the truth that came with it burned their perfect world to ash.

My husband, the terrifying Mafia Don, dropped fifteen million dollars on a luxury yacht just to throw a lavish, high-profile birthday celebration for his precious first love.

And today marks exactly seven days since I died of an infection in a Detroit slum, simply because I couldn't scrape together a few cents for antibiotics.

At the banquet, an oblivious guest tactlessly brought up my name.

Alessandro dialed my number for the first time in five years.

"Genevieve, if you've suffered enough, crawl back here and beg Elena for forgiveness."

That is, until the estate doors were violently shoved open.

A scavenger walked in, leading a little boy whose face was an eighty-percent match to Alessandro's.

"Stop—Daniel, the fk are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get fked!"
In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm."
Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's rk-hard ck in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my py.
Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my ct, like it was about to shove straight inside.

This was the ninety-ninth time Shen Yunxiao had disappeared during my heat period.
This time, as always, I found traces of him through my sister Shu Lan's Moments.
[Heat season is here again~ Luckily, someone's been guarding me nonstop for seven days straight.]
The accompanying photo showed Shen Yunxiao kneeling on one knee, his head bowed, kissing the top of her foot in profile.
Unlike the past, I didn't yell or cause a scene. I just liked the post.
I'm a succubus. Since birth, I've been bound to Shen Yunxiao.
So, my succubus heat periods could only be resolved through him.
But he never gave me a second glance, never cared about any of my needs.
Even during my most severe heats, he'd still sit there in his suit, watching me curl up on the floor, trembling.
He knew that a bound succubus could only be loyal to one person.
I used to think he was naturally disdainful of succubi. But when I saw the tenderness in his eyes as he helped my sister Shu Lan through her heat...
That's when I knew. He wasn't disdainful of succubi. He was disdainful of me.
Convinced I couldn't leave him, he brazenly went on every date with Shu Lan.
But he didn't know that surviving one hundred heat periods on my own was the deadline I'd set for myself.
He also didn't know that by binding myself to a top-tier succubus, I could sever my connection to him, a mere human.
So, this was the last chance I was giving Shen Yunxiao.

My mother-in-law, Dorothy, sneered that I dressed like a janitor. My husband, Adrian, called my design sketches "a waste of fabric." Even the son I carried for nine months called me an embarrassment, saying he wished his dad’s secretary, Madison, was his mother.
For eight long years, I was nothing but an unpaid maid in this house.
Until today, when the doctor told me severe exhaustion was causing my heart to fail. And my eight-year-old son just pointed at the bag of medicine in my hand, shrieking, "You just have a headache! Why are you wasting money on medicine?"
I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I went home, opened the bottom drawer of Adrian’s desk, and signed the divorce papers he had been secretly preparing.
In their wildest dreams, they could never imagine that the sole trigger condition for my late mother's $50 million trust fund was for me to leave this man.

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.

My ex-boyfriend told me to divorce my "nobody" husband to become his secret mistress, completely unaware that my husband is the Supreme Mafia Godfather.
"Divorce that loser, Valeria. I'm a Capo now. I can give you the world," Gideon smirked, tossing a cheap gala pass at my feet.
I looked at the coward who abandoned me in a shootout three years ago and actually laughed. Give up my throne as the Donna of North America’s most powerful syndicate to be a street thug's dirty secret?
At the Blood Oath Gala, I'll show him that I am no longer the woman I was three years ago.

They say the dead go where they belong.

But I didn't.

I drift through the cold winds, watching my husband—the detective who once swore to protect me with his life—diligently investigating a dismemberment case.

He doesn't know that the broken body lying in the morgue is his wife.

He doesn't know that the gentle, caring "psychologist" who brings him lunch every day is the one who killed me.

He doesn't know that when I called him in my final moments, begging for help, he hung up on me. I am dead. Yet, that is not the cruelest part— the most harrowing aspect is having to witness the truth gradually emerge, watching as that man collapses completely upon uncovering it all.

When my parents forced me to donate my organs to my sister, I didn't refuse or run away. I just quietly signed the surgical consent forms, willingly giving my kidney to Vivienne, their beloved daughter.

A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.

When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.

When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.

My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.

Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."

But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.

Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.

To marry Vincent Romano, I survived twenty-eight near-death experiences over five years.
The first: city hall's foundation collapsed — three broken ribs. The second: a truck rollover — my right leg nearly amputated. The twenty-seventh: a chandelier in the bridal shop, three days unconscious.
All of Seren City laughed at me. Romano's most cursed bride-to-be. Yet I loved him still.
Until the twenty-eighth time.
When the bomb detonated outside city hall, I threw myself over Vincent on instinct. The blast shifted my organs and shredded my back. The day my stitches came out, I felt no relief at having survived.
Because I stood outside the study and heard his voice.
"Her organs were badly damaged. She almost actually died." Antonio's horror was audible. "Vincent, you used to treat her so well—"
"People change." A pause, then quieter: "I did want to marry her once. But before Amelia, I had no idea what it meant to truly want someone. I acknowledge the debt — I just can't spend my life repaying it." Another pause. "Father won't agree, and she won't let go easily."
"So." His voice turned to ice. "The only clean way out is to make her give up on her own. As long as Cassandra refuses to break the engagement, the accidents must continue. Until she walks away."

I bought my five-year-old son a Captain America shield for his birthday.

But when I landed in New York, the hospital called.

"Your son died during the medical procedure your husband authorized."

Marcus had signed Axel up as a living donor. For his mistress's kid.

While our baby bled out on the operating table, Marcus was cutting birthday cake with his new family.

Even used Axel's favorite Superman pillow as decoration.

I stared at my child's mutilated corpse and made a promise.

You fed my baby to wolves for a whore's smile. Time to return the favor, Marcus.

After Ava lost her voice in a car crash, my brother fled the country overnight.
My parents begged me to take his place and honor the engagement.
For three years, I stayed by her side. I took care of her, helped her through rehab, and waited for the day she could finally speak again.
But at our wedding, my brother came back to stop it.
In front of everyone, my parents pressured me to step aside. "You were only filling in for Ethan in the first place. Now that he's back, it's time to give his fiancée back."
Ava stopped walking toward me and, without a second thought, ran straight into my brother's arms.
Later, she tried to smooth things over in private. She said it was only to test my brother's intentions, and promised that in the end, she would still marry me.
She thought I'd stay right where I was, like I had for the past three years, waiting for scraps.
What she didn't know was that I had already accepted the Godfather's secret appointment. That very night, I boarded a helicopter bound for the North District.
Now that the man she never got over was back, it was time for me to claim the underground empire that belonged to me.

I was Elara, a wingless half-sprite. The lowest of the low in the Obsidian Court. My job was to clean up the mess left by the dragons.
But right now, the biggest mess was inside my own stomach.
I was pregnant. With the Dragon King's child.
He didn't remember that night. He only remembered waking alone — and swearing to crush whoever had touched him into dust.
So I said nothing. I served him. I hid. And the three little voices only I could hear kept whispering the one thing I couldn't believe: that scary dragon is soft on you, girl.
Then my belly began to leak his golden aura, and his jealous betrothed smelled it first.
When the King learned the truth, he didn't rage. He looked at my stomach and said the child could not stay.
He never told me why.
So while he was away at war, I climbed onto the Sky Bridge over the endless Void — and I jumped. Better to fall than to let them take my baby.
I never expected something down there to catch me.

🔞🔞

"Your pussy is such a slut, little one." His deep baritone echoes as he trace a wet line through my clit.
"Yes, yes." I let out, my hips squirming as I cling to him. My professor.

“So…slimy with juices. My fingers ain’t even inside yet.” I swallow hard at his words, my face flushing red as my hunger grows. “Tell me, little one. How many fingers do you want inside you?”
“Two. Please give me…two, professor.” Is all I manage to say as he thrust two fingers inside me and immediately his eyes changed.


One minute Rain was nursing her heartbreak with several shots. The next she finds herself in an alley with a hot stranger. It was a long night of moans, thrust and need.
The morning Rain finds out the hot stranger from the previous night is her new professor. He's larger than life. One look at him shows he's power personified but there's this disturbing secret about him. Yet Rain is so much attracted she can't resist.
How long will it take her to figure out she's just a bait in a plot for revenge?

"Three years ago, you saved me from that old gymnasium fire," Elvira whispered, her hand trembling as she removed the moonstone ring. "You promised to mark me, to make me your Luna."

Carlisle's jaw tightened. "I will. After the ceremony—"

"There is no ceremony." Her voice cut through the Elder Hall like ice. "Because the man who saved me that night... wasn't you."


Elvira Veil has spent three years as the unmarked fiancée of Blackpine's future Alpha, Carlisle—waiting for a bond that never came, enduring his pregnant mistress, watching her father's trust fund mysteriously dwindle. When she finally discovers the truth—that her salvation, her engagement, even her inheritance were all built on lies—she makes a choice that shocks the werewolf world: she dissolves their contract and walks away.

But freedom comes with a price. Her stepbrother Nolan wants to drag her back to the suffocating Veil estate. Blackpine refuses to let her go, claiming she's been manipulated by Reign Ashford—the brooding Greystone Alpha who's been watching her from the shadows for years. As Elvira's long-suppressed wolf finally awakens, she finds herself caught between three powerful men, each claiming to love her, each hiding devastating secrets.

Fighting for her father's legacy in werewolf court, Elvira must prove she's strong enough to stand alone. But as evidence mounts and alliances crumble, she realizes the conspiracy runs deeper than anyone imagined—and the greatest threat may come from the one person she's learning to trust.

The hearing that will determine her fate is tomorrow. But tonight, as her first heat cycle begins and ancient mate bonds stir to life, Elvira faces an impossible question: In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas submit, can she truly claim her own destiny? Or will the truth about that night three years ago destroy everything she's fought to build?

The answer lies buried in Greystone's archives—and someone will kill to keep it there.

After getting drugged by her best friend at a party, Amelia ends up having a one night stand with a stranger.
That stranger turned out to be Liam Grayson the ruthless, arrogant and most successful CEO in their country.
"it was just a stand think of it as a gift from me to you" Liam pointed out and in the next second Amelia grabbed his index finger that was pointing at her.
"it might be a stand but not all girls are dying to be on your bed especially not me" Amelia replied through gritted teeth.
Liam caught hold of her neck "I can be scary, don't try to act special, I will compensate you for your loss" he muttered as he stared at the red stain on the bed sheet.
Amelia met his eyes "well I'm not scared of you Mr. arrogant" she pulled his hand off her neck and left the room.
Liam narrowed his eyes at her retreating back, that was new no one ever spoke back to him instead they cower back in fear

She was locked up, tortured, and used as a breeding slave—until she escaped into a stranger’s bed.
One anonymous night left her pregnant with twins.
But the stranger is Lyall, the fearsome Lycan King.

When he discovers his heirs, he takes no chances, makes no deals—he claims her.
Selene flees to a hidden village, but no one escapes an obsessed king.

At his castle, jealous rivals, traitors, and old enemies target her and her powerful twins, who hold the key to a throne and a coming war.
The broken, tortured girl is gone. Something dark, ancient, and dangerous awakens inside her.
Lyall is not her savior—he is her obsessive, possessive, violent captor, willing to kill anyone who touches what’s his.

A one-night mistake becomes his all-consuming obsession.
And soon? She will be his Queen.

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check.
Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who’s lost six wives? Check.
Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he’s fucked me raw? Double check.
Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act.
Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull.
Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her.
“Bride for bride,” he growls. “You owe me a wedding… and a womb.”
The curse kills his mates before dawn.
Unless he plants an heir fast.
But something’s wrong. What if there was never a curse at all?
One night to survive.
One claiming to break everything.
One Alpha who’ll fuck her senseless… even if it’s the last thing she feels.

One night, she gave herself to a stranger. The next day, he became her cold, arrogant boss—and soon after, her husband by contract.
After her boyfriend of four years leaves her heartbroken, Sienna Wilde's night takes an unexpected turn when she finds herself sharing a passionate evening with a mysterious stranger. When she sneaks out the next morning, she assumes they'll never meet again. But the last thing she expects is to find him in her office—as the CEO's son and her new boss.
Lucas is the new CEO of her company—ruthless, controlling, and the same man who left her breathless that night. When a family crisis pushes them into a contract marriage, Sienna is dragged into his world of power plays, secrets, and undeniable attraction.
He wants her to play the perfect wife.
She wants to protect her heart.
But the more she resists, the more possessive he becomes. And the more secrets unravel, the harder it is to walk away.
What happens when the lines between business and desire blur—and walking away means losing everything?

After discovering her future husband's affair with her stepsister, the heartbroken Lucie Wayne sought solace in the arms of a stranger she met at a bar.

Little did Lucie know that this one night stand would turn her life upside down - the stranger was none other than her ex-fiancé's uncle, Ruslan Score!

As if that weren't shocking enough, Lucie was then proposed to by Ruslan in front of her ex-fiancé--

"Uncle Ruslan...?"

Ruslan's unexpected proposal left Axel, Lucie's ex-fiancé, utterly bewildered. He gazed at Lucie, who stood by Ruslan's side, with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Lucie, however, greeted Axel with a warm smile and introduced herself, saying, "Hello, I'm Lucie, your uncle's fiancée."

Axel could only stammer in response, "What?"

On my wedding day, my fiancé's uncle—Hodgson—tore my wedding dress to shreds and pinned me beneath him.
He grabbed my hand and made me grip his cock. The scorching heat made me burn with shame.
Hodgson mocked me, "Damn it, Nicole, are you still a virgin?"
I pulled myself up and wrapped my arms around him. "That makes you my first man, Hodgson. Does it feel good fucking your nephew's bride?"
Hodgson roared and thrust inside me. I screamed.
Hodgson leaned close to my ear, telling me to keep it down. "Your fiancé is in the room. Aren't you afraid he'll hear?"
I clenched tighter around him with each thrust. "He's too busy screwing my sister to care."

Florence Shane is a twenty-two year old girl who has lived most of her life in fear and hurt. She’s born to a father who treats her like she’s the worst thing to have happened to him. Mr. Shane is this way because he was forced to marry Florence’s mother, having impregnated her out of wedlock. More unfortunately for her, there’s a stepmother who despises her and a half-sister who doesn’t treat her any better.
Because of her father’s indiscretion, Florence dedicates her life to proving herself worthy of his love, that is until the ruthless billionaire whom many fear comes into her life.

Mia Watson is an Orphan who was taken in by the Watson family. The Watsons has a daughter, Sarah, who has a rare disease from birth. They needed a blood donor for their daughter, so they adopted Mia, which she was unaware of. She was forced to take Sarah's place and date Nelson, one of the heirs of Sebastian Bishop.
Mia's life turns upside down when she ended up in bed with her brother in law, Damien, who is a mafia boss. Damien misunderstands her and hates her guts. She was forced to work for Damien against her fiance Nelson. But what would happen when she finds out the people she always trusted are the ones who betrayed her.
Her adopted parents, her Fiance, everyone betrayed her. Only Damien is the one who never pretended to be good. So she teams up with him to get her revenge against her adopted family. Why does Damien hates Nelson so much?
Will Mia be able to forgive him for the way he treated her in the beginning?
Why does Damien started to go soft and gentle towards his brother's fiance?

"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.

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?”
~
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?