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Everyone thought the disfigured obsessive fan was stalking actress Sophia Brown.

No one believed I was the real Sophia.

My twin sister, Lily, slept beside my husband, Don Jason. She used my face to star in my movies. She even took over my social media accounts and posted under my name.

I wanted an explanation. But Jason only looked at my scarred face with cold disgust and said he had always thought Lily was me. He said he had fallen for her and couldn’t let her go.

Lily told me becoming an actress had been her dream since childhood. Now that my face was ruined and I could no longer act, why shouldn’t I let her have it?

The only person who stood by me was my agent, Nancy. And because of me, even she was dragged into hell.

This time, I stopped trying to prove who I was. I chose another way.

In a society where the strongest, bravest, and most brutal rose to power, everything came with a price. That price was loyalty, eternal service, obedience, and slavery to the one true master—the Overlord.

The Barons served him without question, ruling their towns in his name, clinging to privilege in exchange for survival. But Goshen was different. An independent cotton town, thriving and free, untouched by the Overlord’s shadow.

Until the Overlord demanded its fields.

When the Baron of Goshen refused, wrath descended. The Overlord slaughtered the people, burned the cotton to ash, and turned the land into a graveyard of smoke and silence, it became a Ghost Town.

By some cruel miracle, the Baron’s son, Widen Sawyer, survived. Stolen away by a ruthless Baroness who masked his bloodline and claimed him as her own, he grew in the midst of lies and ambition.

But Widen was not ordinary. He was one of the BLOODBORNS—rare beings blessed and cursed by ancient sorcerers with dangerous powers. Few walked the earth with such gifts, and fewer still survived long enough to master them.

Yet no mask can bury vengeance.

Widen lives for one purpose: to bring the Overlord to his knees and repay blood with blood.

I'm sorry, Sophie." Janet Morrison, her now ex-boss, shifted uncomfortably behind her polished mahogany desk. "The merger means consolidation, and your position is redundant."

Redundant. Sophie had always hated that word.

"When Sophie Chen loses everything, a chance encounter with billionaire Alex Blackstone sparks a marriage of convenience. She needs money to save her father; he needs a wife to secure his inheritance. Sophie agrees to the idea, but Alex secrets run deeper than she could have imagined. Haunted by a tragic past, he’s bound to his inheritance and his demons. As their fake relationship ignites into real passion, dark secrets threaten to destroy their future. Will love conquer all, or will the truth tear them apart? One year. One lie. One chance at something real."

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him."
Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.
But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.
For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.
When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.
Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:
☽ That night wasn't an accident
☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift
☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her
Too bad she's done being owned.


Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.
"You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine."
A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you."
"You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

"Open wide, Golden Boy. I know you’ve been imagining sucking my cock in your head the entire practice."

​The cold floor of the locker room is bruising my knees, but it’s nothing compared to the grip Michael Rossi has on my hair.

My mouth is stretched tight around his cock, my heart hammering against my ribs in a rhythm of pure, unadulterated shame.

I’m the star defenseman for the Knights, the disciplined, untouchable Axel Thorne, and yet here I am, choking on the pride of my greatest enemy while he talks to me like I’m his favorite toy.

They call Michael Rossi the “Menace,” and for once, the media isn't exaggerating. He’s the jagged edge of the Rebels’ front line,a dirty, arrogant prick with a god complex. I’ve hated him since the night he stole my girlfriend just to prove he could.

For eighteen months, he’s dismantled my peace, chirping in my ear and checking me into the boards with a smirk.

​Now, a viral "spite kiss" has trapped us in a PR contract. To save my career, I have to be his boyfriend. I’m supposed to play along with the man who ruined my life, but the closer I get, the more I realize the rivalry was just the beginning.


​Axel Thorne is the "Golden Boy", disciplined, loved, and blissfully oblivious. He thinks I’m the villain who stole his girl; he doesn’t realize I only did it to see the look in his eyes.

This rivalry was never about the game; it was about obsession. I’ve spent every restless night imagining how it would feel to finally claim him.

​Axel thinks we’re faking it to save our career.

He’s wrong.

I’m playing a game where he only wins by losing himself to me.

For five years, my husband claimed he could not understand emotion.

I believed him, excused every broken promise, and taught myself to survive on scraps of attention.

Then I went to his office with news of our unborn child and heard him laughing with the woman who had helped him deceive me.

He had married me for a pureblood heir. Once the baby was born, he planned to throw me away.

He wanted an heir from a devoted wife. Instead, I gave him a funeral.

In the end-stage of acute heart failure, the life-saving heart I had waited three grueling years for was secretly reallocated by my parents and husband to Sera, the "true" daughter of the family.

My heart turned to ash. I refused the doctor's final conservative treatment plan and injected a potent, lethal neuro-stimulant.
The price for blocking the agonizing pain of my failing heart was total cardiac collapse and death in three days.

In these three days, I gave up all arguments and resistance.
When Adrian impatiently threw down the divorce papers, I signed them without hesitation; when the daughter I raised with my own hands pushed me away in disgust, hiding in Sera’s arms and calling her "Mommy"; when I handed over the Foundation I had spent eight years building entirely to Sera—they didn't even notice my paper-white face.

They only looked at me with relief and said, "If you had been this sensible earlier, our family wouldn't have gotten so ugly."

I am very curious. When I am dead, what will they think then?

My wife said she had an important client meeting, so I attended our daughter’s awards ceremony alone.
Then a neighbor sent me a photo.
Rachel was sitting in another school’s auditorium beside her college boyfriend—smiling as his hand rested on her waist.
Before I could process what I was seeing, our fifteen-year-old daughter stepped up to the microphone.
“For fifteen years, my dad has been the one holding our home together,” Lily said.
Then she looked straight at me.
“My mother left us a long time ago.”
Three hundred people thought my wife was dead.
But Lily knew the truth.
And before the night was over, she would force me to face the betrayal I had spent years pretending not to see.

The day I discovered my husband, Vincent, was cheating on me with my younger sister, I was seven months pregnant. I drove away in a panic, only to end up in a car accident.
When I woke up in the family’s underground clinic, Vincent was pressing a gun to his own forehead, begging me to forgive him.
My father immediately ordered Elena to leave Sicily.
From that day on, Vincent took over every family affair, big or small, never allowing me to worry about a single thing.
I never heard from Elena again.
Not until our son was suddenly hospitalized with acute pneumonia.
I rushed back to the family’s private hospital in the middle of the night.
Through the half-open hospital room door, I saw my parents and Elena, who were supposed to be thousands of miles away in Siberia.
Elena was bent over the bedside, sobbing.
"Leo is my child. Why can't he even call me Mom? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
Vincent wrapped his arms around her, his face full of tenderness.
"I know you've suffered, sweetheart. But if Isabella finds out that her baby actually died in that car accident, there's no telling how many people she'll drag down with her. You know what she's capable of."
I froze outside the door.

“You think I don’t have a heart, little one? You’re right. But if I did, it would already belong to you. And that’s far more dangerous.”

“You break the world with your hands, Nico. I mend it with mine. And maybe that’s why fate threw us together… to remind you even beasts can bleed.”

Born into one of the most powerful crime syndicates in Los Angeles, Serena Moretti has lived a life gilded with diamonds and shadowed by danger. As the prized daughter of the West Coast famiglia, her beauty is spoken of like legend, but in the underworld, beauty is no blessing. It becomes her curse when she is bound in marriage to Nico Romano, heir to the ruthless New York Mafia Empire, in a desperate attempt to end a feud painted in blood.

Nico is no ordinary heir. He is a man forged in violence, feared for his merciless precision, and infamous for ending lives with his bare hands, including his own father. The whispers about him are not rumours; they are warnings.
To the world, he is untouchable—wealthy, magnetic, and devastatingly handsome.

But to Serena, every glint in his steel-grey eyes hides the predator beneath, and every smirk is a reminder that a beast wears a man’s face.

In a world where loyalty is power and love is weakness, Serena’s only chance of survival is to do the impossible, claim the heart of a beast everyone swears doesn’t have one.

WARNING …. WARNING…. This isn't your regular werewolf romance. This novel is a bloody werewolf romance with rated scenes that you could find disgusting at any time. In case you do not have the heart to read it, please you can quit it. But at the same time, I'll be glad if y'all could support my first story.

Blurb

When a banished Luna became a slave to the most dangerous Three Alpha brothers. Ashina thought everything that was happening to her was just a mere dream, but little did she know it was never a dream but her reality.

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It all started on the night before her birthday When she suddenly received the doctor's reports that she was pregnant. How? When? Not when her husband, Alpha Ethan is an impotent man who has an extremely low sperm count. Secondly, the arrival of her stepsister, who happens to be her husband's long-awaited mate. Everything happened just the night before her birthday.

Ashina thought she didn't have anything to worry about since her husband had chosen her as his wife and cherished her a lot. She thought it didn't matter that her stepsister was her husband's mate.

While expecting the man to reject her stepsister, Jessica just like he said he would, instead she was the one that got rejected and banished from the pack.

“I, Alpha Ethan, reject you as my wife and banish you from the pack, Ashina!” Those were the words playing in her head when she left the pack and finally crossed the border with her maid.

But little does she know that there's more awaiting her when she finds herself begging for her life in front of the three most ruthless alpha brothers.

She's pregnant with my brother's baby. And if he doesn't marry her, I will.


It was Austin’s turn to seething with rage. “You are not aborting that child.” His voice echoed menacingly, animosity lingering in the air around them.

My body, my rules.” She shot back with an unbothered shrug.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” He barked. The idea of marriage and children had never crossed his mind. It wasn’t a part of his life plan. “I’d chain you to a bed for the entire nine months if I have too.”

She blinked, stupefied that he thought himself capable. “I think you forget who you are speaking too, Austin.” She pronounced his name with disgust. “You cannot scare or manipulate me into following along with your ideas.” Marriage? To Austin Demon Cyner? Now that was a delusion. “A stupid one at that.” She added, eyeing him meticulously.

“Marry me, Skylar. It’s a win-win; a marriage of convenience.” He’d cleared his throat and was taking long strides towards her. Suddenly the room felt too small to contain the sheer size of him.

“I severely dislike you, though. What am I winning exactly?” her feet were traveling backwards, unwilling to have her standing up too close to him.

“A stable home for your child,” the sound of his shoes tapping rhythmically in her ear “Our child.” He added on quickly, his voice low, compelling her to agree.

“I don’t recall you being in the room when it was made.”


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I am the widow of a deceased Alpha.
He is the brother of that deceased Alpha.
Before my Alpha took his last breath, he entrusted me to him. He kept his promise and took care of me for five whole years. But by some twist of fate, I ended up pregnant with his pup.
And yet, he chose to marry another woman as his Luna.
I let them have their happily ever after, but his Luna refused to let me go. I ran away to another pack—only for him to chase after me.
Looking into my eyes, he said, “I realized that it was you, not Joey, that night. The pup… it’s my fault. I owe both of you!”

After six months of waiting, Yvana thought her mate would finally claim her.
Then his childhood best friend ran in, and he ran after her, leaving Yvana standing unmarked in front of a pack that already hated her for having no wolf.
That wound was not enough. By morning they had sold her into the war between the triplet kings fighting for an empty throne.
She rejected him on the road. There was no time left to chase a weak man. That same day the first king looked at her and called her mate.
Then she found out it was all three of them.
And while she is still trying to live in that, the truth under her skin wakes up. She is not wolfless. She is hybrid. Her other side does not want a crown. It wants a Beast so huge and so dangerous he was built with two cocks.
How does a girl like that come out on top?

"You took my wedding dress for my stepsister?"
My voice was ice as I stared at the man I had loved for six years—the man I had saved with my own blood, drop by drop, through years of his illness.
Atlas Brooks couldn't meet my eyes.
"She's dying, Mandy. Susie's last wish is to marry me."
Six years of devotion. Endless blood donations. And this is what I get in return?
The man I saved wants to trade me for the sister who destroyed my family.
Let him. I'm done fighting for someone who never fought for me.
But when I tried to walk away, Atlas caught my wrist.
"After she's gone," he whispered, "we can still be together. Just... let her have this."
The dress. The wedding. The man. Let her have everything.
I'm not waiting around as anyone's second choice. Not anymore.
I'm ready to say goodbye to everything.
I thought I was leaving love behind forever.
I didn't know that at my stolen wedding, I was about to find it.

My wife never knew what I really did. She only knew I was gone most of the year and money hit our account every month.

The day she cheated, she rummaged through my drawer, found an eagle-shaped brooch, and gifted it to her lover like a flashy accessory. “It’s worthless,” she said. “Perfect with a suit.” I warned her again and again to bring it back. She called me annoying, powered off her phone, and blocked me everywhere.

She didn’t know I’m a cleaner—the kind who handles quiet jobs—and that brooch isn’t jewelry. It’s an organization badge, a mark that turns you into a target the moment it appears in public.

That night, the killers came. The ballroom was sealed. She trembled under a table while her lover shoved her out to take the bullets.

When a cold gun barrel pressed to her temple and someone asked, “Who does the brooch belong to?”

Extreme cold descended suddenly, with temperatures approaching minus eighty degrees Celsius.

My girlfriend tricked me into leaving the temperature-controlled fortress I had built with all my savings. She took her whole family and her lover and took over the place, leaving me, a cripple, to be left to die in a blizzard.

They sat around my fireplace eating top-grade Wagyu beef, declaring they would watch me freeze into an ice sculpture.

But what they didn't know was that, locked out, I turned around and dialed the number of the most brutal outlaw in the apocalypse.

I don't want the billion-dollar supplies and the houses; all I want is for their whole family to be trapped in this inescapable, icy hell, unable to live or die.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

I used to be the happiest food-truck girl on the streets of Brooklyn. Spencer Grant said he loved the warmth and down-to-earth spark I carried with me.
But over the six years of our marriage, he wrapped me layer by layer in Michelin-starred rules and fussy French culinary etiquette, turning me into a flawless, cold, untouchable chef.
Six years later, he asked me for a divorce because of a girl who ran a roadside taco stand.
He said my food was perfect but suffocating, while that girl made him feel alive again.
The way his eyes lit up when he talked about her was exactly how he'd looked at me when we'd first met six years ago.
In that moment, I knew our marriage was over.

In the wasteland, I earned enough military merit to be awarded two territories by the Alliance: an industrial city and an iron mine in the frozen tundra. In my previous life, my wife's younger brother threw a fit until he got the industrial city, while my wife forced me to take the frozen tundra iron mine instead. While their whole family lived easy in the industrial city, squeezing the workers dry, I was down in the frozen tunnels, struggling to dig ore day after day. Then the acid rain apocalypse came. The industrial city was corroded and brought crashing down by the acid rain, and my wife's family ended up covered in burns and open wounds. Meanwhile, I was doing just fine inside the frozen mine shafts. Out of kindness, I sent people to bring them to my side. I never expected my wife's entire family to turn on me and kill me together. Before I died, I detonated every last stick of dynamite in the mine and dragged them all to hell with me.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the Alliance office where the territories were being assigned. And this time, the first thing I heard was my wife saying, "Shut up! Give the industrial city to your brother-in-law!"

She begged her mother for $50,000 to save her daughter's life.
Her mother had it—but chose to spend $300,000 on her younger sister's wedding instead.
That was the day Evelyn walked out. No more pleading. No more coming back.
Her husband sold his father's last heirloom. Their neighbors emptied their wallets. They saved her daughter and left for a new life.
A year later, her mother's money was gone. The fraud was exposed. The mansion was seized. The calls started coming—calls begging for help, for money, for forgiveness.
Evelyn listened, then hung up.
She is not going back. Not for guilt, not for blood. The family that let her daughter die does not get to ask her for anything.

I thought my friend had returned my BMW with an empty tank.
That was annoying.
Then the car started driving like it had a safe tied to the back.
My mechanic checked everything: tires, brakes, suspension, computer codes. Nothing made sense until he opened the trunk, lifted the floor panel, and found a canvas-wrapped mass jammed into the spare-tire well.
He looked once and nearly dropped his flashlight.
“Evan,” he said, “step back and call 911.”
I had lent my car for a blind date.
Somehow, I got it back with a police investigation in the trunk.

"I look better in the wedding dress. Your ugly fiancée can't compare to me, right?" "Of course, you do. You look way better."
Standing right outside the bridal fitting room, I watched my fiancé, Alexander Blackwell, hold his mistress in his arms.
The very wedding dress the woman wore was the custom-made designer gown meant for my own wedding next month.
For seven long years, I gave up my youth and poured everything into Alexander, turning him from a nobody into a tech billionaire.
He always thought I was just a helpless orphan who had nowhere else to go, blindly confident that I would never dare to leave him.
He had no idea that I was actually one of the heirs to the top-tier Sterling family in London.
When he finally realized what he had lost and desperately tried to beg for my return, I didn't look back.
Because I ran into Theodore Morrow—the city's most powerful, ruthless billionaire CEO, and the childhood fiancé whose heart I had broken when I called off our engagement years ago.

She wasn’t his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go.


Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin.
The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark.
Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal.
Oceans swore he didn’t touch his employees.
He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago.
But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered.
And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession.
There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one.
He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn’t care.
What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he’s been searching for all along.
Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé.
Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves.

After the apocalypse, I built Dawnlight Base.

On an outside run, I died in an ambush—blast, fire, bullets. I watched my blood sink into the sand and thought it was over.

Then I opened my eyes five years later, living in a stranger’s body.

On a transport truck, I was locked in an iron cage with guns trained on us. The others told me who I was now: a bottom-tier gate guard, “cargo” being sold by Dawnlight to a mining camp.

They said after my death, my girlfriend took the command room, promoted her own people, broke up my old crew and stripped their weapons. Mismanagement followed. Mining rights were pawned off. Then they started selling the living.

I escaped and slipped back under the wall.

The quarantine corridor at the North Gate had collapsed and no one repaired it. A long line waited at the ration point, bowls filled with water-thin gruel.

And my girlfriend was signing papers—inviting an outside warlord into the city to “share governance.”

A week later, his convoy rolled through the gate. From the command building’s second-floor window, I flipped the signal switch.

The gate dropped behind them.

When gunfire erupted from every direction, they finally understood—

I was back.

The day before Thanksgiving, my husband, David, dragged his suitcase to the airport, claiming he was flying to Seattle to meet an important client.
My parents took my younger brother to Miami for a vacation and conveniently took my six-year-old daughter with them.
With the house empty, I picked up a last-minute catering shift that paid double the usual hourly rate. I needed the extra money to cover next month's rent and buy David a gift. So I temporarily filled in as a dinner server at a mansion in Beverly Hills.
After changing into a black-and-white uniform, I entered the employer's home through the service entrance.
The person in charge was the lady of the house—a young, beautiful blonde.
She had barely led me through the hallway toward the main room when I saw several workers hanging a massive engagement portrait on the central wall.
The man in the photograph, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, was my husband of six years.
David.
I froze where I stood, my mind going completely blank.
"Move it a little to the left. Yes, that's it. Straighten it!" the blonde girl called out to the workers.
Then she turned toward me.
"What? Can't take your eyes off it? That's my fiancé."
She looked me up and down, her voice dripping with condescending, fake sympathy.
"Working on a major holiday? I guess you're not married yet."
I closed my eyes and took a slow, deep breath. "I am. But I'll be a widow very soon."

My daughter Lily was shot dead while she was performing on her own stage.
I rushed forward to shield her, and a speaker crashed down onto my right shoulder. The bone shattered.
My husband, Vincent, “shot the gunman dead” at once and sealed off the entire opera house.
When I woke up in the hospital room, the pain almost suffocated me. My right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and when I tried to raise my arm, all I felt was a numb.
“…This isn’t what we agreed on.” The doctor’s voice was low and unsteady. “We only needed her blood sample for matching. Why did it have to go this far?”
“Lily’s blood type is a perfect match. This is the best possible outcome,” Vincent said. “I married Elena for this moment. I’ve been waiting for it.”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds. “But she’s your daughter… There’s no need to sacrifice a life, even if she is a Salaceno.”
Vincent cut him off. “You know how long an artificial heart can last. Camila’s daughter won’t hold out for long. I can’t put her through another surgery.”
“Camila’s child is the one I should cherish.”
At that moment, my blood ran cold. In his eyes, my daughter was nothing but an organ container.
He had no idea. All that talk about protecting his precious daughter—she wasn't even his.

For the top university in the North American wolf packs, transfer students aren't exactly breaking news. But this one sets the entire forum on fire.

It starts with a photo. A girl standing next to a tall, imposing man. Both faces are deliberately blurred, but that build, that presence... every wolf in North America recognizes it. The Alpha King. The caption reads: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Minutes later, the post vanishes. But screenshots flood the forum.

"Moon Goddess above! Is that really the Alpha King?"

"The girl in the photo... could she be the royal princess no one's ever seen?"

The comments explode. Compliments flood in. Even my aloof boyfriend joins in.

Something feels off. I type out a comment: "The Alpha King keeps a low profile. His daughter should do the same. Posting photos like this... doesn't seem right."

Less than a minute later, the replies come.

"Who do you think you are to question her?"

"Can't stand seeing someone else do well, huh?"

My boyfriend chimes in too: "Quit it. You're embarrassing yourself."

I pick up my phone and dial a number. "Dad, since when do you have another daughter?"

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

"Who are you?" I came awake with a jerk, disoriented and aching all over.
A heavy male body lay beside me---we were both naked except for the sheet covering our bodies.

Embarrassment stained my skin bright red. I searched my memories of the night before, trying to figure out how I had gotten here while attempting to wrap the sheet around my body. I stopped when I realized I'd leave my bed partner totally nude.

My skin felt too hot and too tight as I tried to work out how to get myself out of the situation.
I wasn't used to being around naked men even if I was a werewolf. We cared about propriety no matter what humans thought!

I remembered myself saying over and over, "I'm your mate!"

I eased myself off the bed to look for clothes. I tried to be as quiet as I could so I didn't wake up the stranger.

I didn't take the sheet to spare his decency, instead sacrificing my own modesty: I'd rather be caught naked than have to face a naked man I'd evidently seduced with all the subtlety of a bitch in heat!

His scent was all over me, all over everything really. Rich and masculine, every time I breathed I felt as if I was being surrounded by the forest with hints of wood and a warm spice I couldn't name. I wanted to crawl back into bed beside him and never leave.

My wolf, Rayne, grumbled in my head, "We shouldn't leave! He is our mate!"

Hope Black is a Delta, a person who was born among werewolves, but does not have a wolf... Despite this, she is one of the best warriors, always being at the forefront of training.
With the chance to train in the great Lycan royal castle, Hope enlists with the hope of further improving her fighting skills, she just didn't expect to find her Destined on the first day.

Dylan Miller is an Alpha, future leader of the Blue Moon pack, he enlisted in royal training to escape a forced union, he is against the ancient rule that he needs to unite with someone of pure and ancient blood.
With this chance he hopes to find his Destined and thus be able to free himself from the forced union his father and his elders placed for him. The only thing he didn't expect was for the Moon Goddess to put him together with a Delta who doesn't want him.

"I, Madeline Clark, rejec…," I started speaking, but Alpha Dimitri stopped me by putting his hand over my mouth.
He pulled me closer to him and growled.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted. "I am not letting you do this, Maddie. I've waited for you for months and I am not going to lose you!"
His eyes held so much pain and his voice was laced with panic.
"You are mine, Maddie," he said as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss on my forehead. "You are mine, and I am not letting you go."

Madeline is a 17-year-old girl who still hasn't shifted into her wolf. Her father abandoned her mother when she was very young. She's been bullied and laughed at all the time. After she lost her mom, the person who loved her the most, Madeline is completely distraught and broken. Her father comes back to take her back to his pack. Madeline is against it, but her financial situation forces her to go with him.

Dimitri is a Lycan wolf, the Alpha of his very successful pack. He is 22 years old, and he still hasn't found his mate. When Madeline comes to his pack, he is very surprised to find out that she is his mate. He is also very frustrated because she is his stepsister who still hasn't shifted. She can't recognize him as her mate.

Madeline struggles in the new pack. She doesn't have the best relationship with her stepmother. She can't wait to turn 18 and leave.

What will happen when Madeline finds out who her mate is? What will Dimitri do after she rejects him? Will he be able to convince her to stay?

"Take me, please." This time into his ear. He sat up some and grabbed my hips pulling me on to him harder. The deeper he went the more I lost control. I could tell he was holding back. Maybe he was afraid to hurt me. The bruises, because of what he knows about my past, He thinks he has to treat me like I'm fragile. I looked straight into his eyes. "I can take it, please, I want you to make me yours." I was begging him now. I saw his face change as he sat up and pushed my legs up higher. Suddenly he was slamming into me…


When Sandra married Ryan she thought she had married her hero. A young bright police detective on his way up. It wasn't long before she realized she was wrong. A narcissistic abusive man with the support of the city and the police department. She was trapped. Caged. Until the night of her monthly trip to the movies with the friends she was allowed. The other police detective’s wives. She saw his eyes as he leaned against the wall. A tinge of recognition as she walked past him. Then everything went dark.

"Fuck me, Mr. Kauer."
His tongue finds my clit effortlessly. I feel my body pulse as his mouth moves over different parts of me. The sensation is indescribable, and he seems to savor every bit he touches.


Hana never imagined falling in love with another man besides Nathan. But on the night of her graduation, he breaks up with her, leaving her alone on the most important day of her life.

However, she realizes that the night was not lost when she meets the seductive John Kauer. The man is twice her age, but his appearance is breathtaking.

Hana accepts his invitation and goes with him to his hotel, where they have a steamy night of sex. However, when she believes she's living a dream, she discovers that everything has turned into a nightmare.

John Kauer is not just a stranger. He is the mysterious stepfather of her ex-boyfriend.

Now she will have to decide what to do with this big secret.

Ana was like every young she-wolf out there. She couldn’t wait to meet her mate. She didn’t expect the way things would go the day she finally met him or the way he would treat her once they met. Ana’s mate wants nothing to do with her but won’t let her go. Ana feels like a prisoner to her mate. Her mind is torn on what to do. She wishes her mate would love her, but he shows no hope of that happening. She wants to try and build something with him, but he makes things difficult for her. He treats her horribly, and Ana doesn’t know why. Ana wishes he would reject or let her go, but he won’t. She feels like he is determined to make her his prisoner forever.
Read and find out how Ana survives being a prisoner to her.

I had a crush on the dominant CEO, Credence Scott, for ten years.
And I finally got married to him!
I was supposed to be a happy woman who married the one she loved.
However, Credence hated me.
In our four-year marriage, he rarely slept with me and blamed me for killing his dad.
I never did that. It was my sis, Rosalie, who had framed me!
The most heartbroken part was that Credence never believed in me.
Fine, I'd better end my life. But that's when Credence revealed his tenderness to me...

“Tell me to stop, Cathy and I will,” Calum whispers into my ear as his cock teases my wet entrance.

“Don't stop, Cal,” I groan into the pillow. I want my stepbrother’s dick inside me and I want it now. “Please. I don’t want you to stop.”

* * *

Life after high school hasn’t been kind to Calum. When his mother remarries again and offers him the option of living with her new family till he figures out his life, he jumps on the opportunity.

Cathy is living her best life. Her father has finally found love after her mother’s death. What better way to celebrate it than with a night out at the bar and three of her most favourite people? One drink leads to another and the tipsy Cathy is dared to kiss the hot stranger sitting by himself at the bar.

Easy peasy, right? What’s a little tongue tango with a stranger? Until the next day. She finds the hot stranger at her house, sitting comfortably on the couch is none other than her stepbrother.

I am a normal human. When I realized that my werewolf boyfriend lied to me about being my fated mate, I got drunk and had a ONS with my hot new neighbor. It was the best sex ever, but I ran away the next morning because he is also a werewolf, which means he will also meet his REAL fated mate one day.
Unexpectedly, I saw my new neighbor on TV, and he was actually a famous hockey star who publicly announced that he will only admit to an official relationship with his fated mate...
Host: “Many of your fans want to know if you are still single...”
Him: “No, I am not.”
Him: “I’m about to start a relationship with my new neighbor...”

“You chose them over me. She became your focus because of the pup she was carrying! You ruined me! You broke me! Promises shattered!” Edeline yelled.

“I had to protect my pup. There were wolves out to hurt him, and you were one of them! I didn’t want to leave you, but you were a threat to my pup!” He snarled. “But I don’t care what kind of wolf you are... you’re my mate! I won’t lose you too!”

“You already lost me, Percival... When you picked that blonde bitch and her pup over me, your mate. You had a chance to fix things and didn’t take it. No more chances. I’m leaving.”

Edeline’s world shatters when her mate, Percival, returns with a child from another woman. As secrets unfold and betrayal strikes, she fights to reclaim her future. Percival struggles with his new reality, testing their bond. Full of twists, emotions, and unexpected humor, this story will take you on a rollercoaster of love, mystery, and redemption, ending with a satisfying resolution. Dive in—you won’t regret it!

“Let me touch you, Jacey. Let me make you feel good,” Caleb whispered.

“You’re already making me feel good,” I blurted, my body tingling deliciously under his touch.

“I can make you feel better,” Caleb said, nipping my lower lip. “Let me?”

“W-What do you need me to do?” I asked.

“Relax, and close your eyes,” Caleb replied. His hand disappeared beneath my skirt, and I closed my eyes tight.


Caleb is my 22-year-old stepbrother. When I was 15, I blurted out that I loved him. He laughed and left the room. Ever since, things have been awkward, to say the least.

But now, it's my 18th birthday, and we are going away camping--with our parents. My dad. His mom. Fun times. I'm planning trying to get lost as much as possible so that I don't have to face Caleb.

I do end up getting lost, but Caleb is with me, and when we find ourselves in a deserted cabin, I find out that his feelings toward me aren't quite what I thought.

In fact, he wants me to!

But he's my stepbrother. Our parents will kill us--if the illegal loggers who just knocked down the door don't do it first.

“You make me want to do more than kiss you.”
“Then do it,” I urge him. “I’m eighteen now.”


Life after high school hasn't been kind to Calum. When his mother remarries again and offers him the option of living with her new family till he figures out his life, he jumps on the opportunity.

Cathy is living her best life. Her father has finally found love after her mother’s death. What better way to celebrate it than with a night out at the bar and three of her most favourite people?
One drink leads to another and the tipsy Cathy is dared to kiss the hot stranger sitting by himself at the bar.

Easy peasy, right? What’s a little tango with a stranger?

Until the next day. She finds the hot stranger at her house, sitting comfortably on the couch is none other than her stepbrother.

A love triangle between a human and two werewolves — how often do you see that happen?
Drake Fletcher is the kind of guy mothers warn their daughters about. Fierce, sexy, and irresistible, and worse, an Alpha who never takes no for an answer.
Chris Walker is the guy who took the love of a human for granted, thinking it would never fade. Little did he know that Drake Fletcher was about to steal his girl — Hayden Donovan, the loyal girlfriend he'd been stringing along for over two years.
It started as a revenge plot. Steal Chris's claim. Break his pride. Win the game.
But now Drake is dangerously interested in this naive little human who became his stepsister in a flash of "I do's." He has two weeks alone with her — two weeks to make her head over heels in love with him.
And despite every warning bell in her head, despite her promises to stay loyal, Hayden Donovan finds herself falling for Drake's sexy, irresistible charms.
She’s trying to guard her heart, but in the Fletcher mansion, the big bad wolf always gets what he wants.

Christian kissed me like sin — hard enough to make me forget why I came back.
When he finally let me go, his thumb brushed my swollen lips. “Tell me, Stella… is this revenge, or do you still crave me too?”
“Careful, brother,” Logan drawled from the doorway, dark eyes sliding over me. “That’s your fiancée’s sister.”
Then Ryder’s voice cut through the tension, cold and devastating.
“You disappeared from my bed three years ago without a word. Now you’re back pretending this house was never yours.”

Officially, I’m the Ashfords’ new nutritionist.
Unofficially, I’m the daughter they thought died in a fire twenty years ago.
I came back to destroy the family that betrayed me.
Instead, I found three dangerous men waiting for me.
Christian — my sister’s fiancé, who touches me like sin and obsession.
Ryder — the man I once loved, now loyal to the family I came to destroy.
Logan — the bastard heir who sees through every lie I tell.

In this house, desire is deadlier than revenge.
And the closer I get to the truth, the more I risk losing myself to the men who could ruin me first.

He takes a deep breath and stares into my eyes once more. In response to his intense stare, I swallow saliva again.

"I, Jason Wright, reject you, Omega Samantha Bailey."

I feel the tremor in my body as I move closer and closer to a total collapse. I know he's waiting for me to tell him. Ming howls again, louder this time, begging me not to answer him, begging me to fight and not accept his rejection. But who am I to fight his wishes and force him when it's clear he doesn't want me?"


In the world of werewolves, where pack positions determine their destiny, Sam's life takes a heart-wrenching twist when she's unexpectedly demoted from Beta to Omega. Rejected by her pack and even her long-awaited mate, she finds herself navigating a complicated and painful path.

On the other hand, Jason, the son of the Alpha, exudes charm and power, leaving a trail of broken hearts. He never imagined that fate would bring him face to face with Sam, a she-wolf he considers weak and unworthy.

As their worlds collide, Sam finds herself hopelessly in love with Jason, while he fiercely fights his feelings, torn between his rank and the inexplicable connection he shares with her.

In a defining moment, Jason utters the words that shatter Sam's world, severing the bond they could have had. Her heart quivers, torn between her love for him and the pain of rejection.

Will Sam's love be enough to soften Jason's heart and make him defy convention for the sake of their bond?

Can she find the strength to overcome his rejection and betrayal?

Claudia," Travis called but she began to place little kisses on his back. She trudged to his front before shoving her lips over his hungrily and roughly. Firstly he didn't give in but soon, Travis began to kiss her with intensity too. 
Travis began to nibble her neck as Claudia's breath hitched beneath her throat making her breath come out in puffs. Soon they began to kiss again until they got into an empty room.
Travis pushed her to the wall as they deepened the kiss. They eagerly started to remove one another's clothing. Claudia was done as she quickly unhooked Travis's button. 
They fell to the bed as Travis began to ponder his member deeply into another woman vagina as the moans and groans of their ecstasy filled the air.

Michael Dubois is a CEO who, after losing his family, became a distrustful person. He decides that he must find a companion to alleviate his sad and unfortunate loneliness. However, during his exhaustive search, he realizes that the right person to be his wife is right next to him: his secretary, a young woman who has been working for him for years and has learned everything she knows alongside him.

But will Valeria Rivas be willing to accept the proposal from her cold boss Michael Dubois, who has never shown her affection or anything beyond a purely professional relationship?

Will the cold and distant CEO start to show that he has a heart and can be as warm as Valeria never imagined, when he discovers that he and his beautiful secretary have more in common than he thought? Despite living in such different worlds, they share emotions and feelings that unite them.

Citlali spent thirteen years believing she was human—just an unlucky girl beaten by her father and tormented by village children who called her "lizard girl." She never questioned why her life was hell. She just tried to survive.
Until the night everything shattered.
Her father came to her room drunk, intent on rape. When Citlali screamed that he was her father, he laughed and told her the truth: she wasn't his daughter at all. Just some "wild bastard" he and his wife had found abandoned on a roadside years ago. She'd been three or four years old then—old enough to talk, to remember—but Citlali has no memory of anything.
In her terror and rage, her body exploded into something impossible: a massive white wolf with silver eyes. She tore him apart and fled into the forest, only to be captured by wolf hunters with silver weapons.
She would have died in their cage if a wolf pack hadn't raided the camp and freed her.
The pack took her in, but Citlali could barely function in this new world. She didn't know their customs, their language, or how to be a wolf. Learning to survive as a wolf was harder than surviving as a human ever was.

Can she build a new life among strangers? Or will the past she can't remember come back to her and change everything?