3442 Book(s) Related to my ex is my mate

WARNING: This is no sweet love story. It’s raw. Dark. Obsessive. The kind of power, control, pain, and BDSM-fueled pleasure that ruins you for anyone else.

My name is Ashley the good girl but that only got my mate to cheat on me with another man on our engagement ritual and the pack labeled me a rejected mate. Vodka couldn’t drown the shame. Nothing could.

I was already labeled a laughing stock so I might as well do the most forbidden thing ever by fucking
the ruthless Alpha Kaden who happens to be my father’s best friend.

BLURB

For four years, Avrielle lived in a gilded cage of gratitude, cherished by a husband who stayed by her side after a tragic accident left her paralyzed. She believed she was a beloved wife—until she found the diary. Inside were the jagged words of a man trapped by guilt, dreaming of a divorce and the woman he truly loved.

Now, Avrielle has twenty-four hours to play the part of the happy bride one last time. While Kayden performs a mask of devotion, she is orchestrating a silent escape that will strip him of everything. But as the clock ticks down to her flight to Switzerland, the lines between her revenge and her lingering love begin to blur.

What if all she believed in was a lie... What if she caused her own destruction?

“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.

Alexander Gray never suspects his investment consultant Vera is the hidden trillion-dollar heiress of Sterling Holdings. Fed up with restrictive elite life, she hides her identity to work an ordinary job. A sudden encounter with her boss sparks a thrilling secret romance—professional by day, irresistibly intimate by night.
When Alexander’s mother offers $50 million to drive her away, Vera shuts down her arrogance with a $100 million counteroffer. Her extraordinary talents soon surface, bringing huge profits and stunning the entire board. Once her true identity is revealed, the cold-hearted CEO falls madly in love, cherishing her genuine self over her wealth. A sizzling billionaire romance packed with shocking reversals and sweet true love!

For seven years, Elara sacrificed her blood to her wolf family, only to be betrayed by her husband and own child for a fake savior and a handful of candy. She abandons all love, awakens her ancient vampire queen power, and delivers brutal, unforgiving karmic punishment to everyone who drained and deceived her. No forgiveness, only eternal solitude atop her blood-stained throne.

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...

In this apocalyptic world of extreme heat, I fight for water in the underground black market, and I risk my life to hoard supplies.
My internet-famous roommate enjoyed my efforts while hiding in the air-conditioned room, panting softly in front of three fill lights: "We need to slow down and reconcile with nature."
Later, she stole my supplies and sold them to drug lords, causing me to be roasted alive on the riverbed.
After being reborn, I turned and left.
"Don't you like a slow-paced life? Stay here and enjoy it."
The end times have only just begun.

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.

Every night, dragging noises come from the floor above.
The neighbor claims he just can’t sleep, yet he stares at my window and grins in the dead of night.
Later, he dies.
But at two in the morning, I still get a text message from him.
Someone else warns me: Don’t go to the sixth floor.
The police say this building doesn’t even have a sixth floor.
Yet I’ve seen people go up there with my own eyes.
Where exactly does this so-called sixth floor lead?
Who really died?
And who on earth is the one texting me?

I've married sixteen dead men for a living. My seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.
I was born knowing one thing: the dead can speak one last time — but only to a spouse.
So I marry dead men. Rich families pay me to wed their fresh corpses, carry the last words sealed inside me, and read the testament out before the heirs. Then I burn the marriage certificate, and the marriage ends at the grave. Starting price: six hundred thousand dollars.
This morning, the Crane heir drowned in his own pool. Twenty-eight, obscenely rich, not one word left behind. The family offered five million and a private jet. By my count — my seventeenth husband. By a wide margin, the handsomest.
I said "I do" to a corpse for the seventeenth time. Then I called for his last words.
Silence. Sixteen weddings, sixteen voices. Husband number seventeen had nothing to say.
Because my seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.

I lent my Bugatti to my secret boyfriend for clout. He repaid my trust by gifting my car to a scheming cheerleader, letting her publicly humiliate and frame me. The whole school mocked me as a poor garage keeper’s daughter, unaware I’m the hidden billionaire heiress behind the supercar. Now I’ll destroy his fake rich life and avenge every insult.

For three years, I deliberately suppressed my grades to rank under my boyfriend William, paving his way to our promised Cambridge exchange. I overheard him and my best friend Maddie confess they framed me for plagiarism in my past life, driving me to jump off the 38th floor, yet they still carried on an affair. They lied and ignored my pain afterward. Heartbroken, I secretly applied to Cambridge alone. The twist? My years of hiding my brilliance were never selfless sacrifice. I collected all their dirty secrets. I’m going to Cambridge not to flee, but to ruin every dream they cling to.

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.

At the annual charity gala, I stood in the spotlight as the student representative.

My roommate, Harper, suddenly stormed the stage, publicly accusing me of being a sugar baby who seduced her father.

"That diamond necklace around her neck was bought with my dad's money!"

I instantly became public enemy number one. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of boos, and the administration, caving to the pressure, prepared to expel me on the spot.

Facing the out-of-control screaming and the countless live-stream cameras shoved in my face, I pulled out my phone and dialed the so-called "sugar daddy" right there in front of everyone.

"Dad," I said coldly. "Since when did I get a new 'sister'?"

The day I secured the finale at New York Fashion Week, my adopted sister was in a car crash that left her completely blind.
And so began a ruthless campaign to destroy my life.
Listening to me prepare for the runway, she touched her heavy gauze bandages and wept bitterly. "You're so brilliant, Valora. Not like me... I'm just a useless, blind burden."
To placate her, our brother burned my core design sketches to ashes.
On the day of the show, my finale haute couture gown was maliciously slashed to ribbons. My reputation was left in ruins, and every single sponsor pulled their funding.
Later, she live-streamed her suicide attempt from a rooftop, sobbing that a disabled girl like her didn't deserve to be loved.
My husband dropped to one knee in front of the entire world and slipped the custom diamond ring—my ring—onto her finger.
That very night, I was dead-bolted inside my roaring, fire-engulfed studio.
With toxic smoke searing my lungs, I dialed my husband's number for help, only to be met with his frustrated, impatient voice:
"Serafina is blind! The fire alarms have her terrified! Stop being so damn petty and jealous right now!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of her accident. The day she faked her blindness.

I waited five years for a heart transplant.
My mother—the Luna of our Pack, the healer everyone worships—gave it to someone else.
An orphan girl she took in. A girl who now calls her "Mom."
Ivy got my heart. She got a wolf. She got a mate and a wedding so grand the whole Pack attended.
Me? I watched from the corner, still dying, while my mother smiled for the cameras and accepted praise for her "selfless sacrifice."
When I finally snapped at the ceremony, she slapped me. Told me to apologize. Said I was embarrassing the family.
I'm her actual daughter. I'm the one who can't shift, can't feel a mate bond, can't survive another six months.
But sure. I'm the problem.
They wanted me to stay quiet and die gracefully.
I chose to make sure everyone sees who their perfect Luna really is.

My foster brother Caelan swore he'd only ever marry me. Even though I'm the only human in a pack of wolves, for eighteen years he and his brother Ronan made me feel like I belonged.
Then Mira showed up—and suddenly she was his "fated mate."
I watched him bond with her while I choked on poisoned incense and collapsed. No one caught me. They were too busy wiping her tears.
Within a week, she had my room. My job. Eighteen years of memories—trashed.
They said I could never leave them.
They forgot about the vampire prince who's been waiting at the border for three months.
He never forgot me.

On our fifth anniversary, Caspian gifted me a luxury yacht bearing my name. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive.
But when I finally conceived his child and prepared to share the news, his mistress sent me photos—him cradling a baby she'd given him, his eyes filled with a tenderness I'd never seen.
Five years of waiting, five years of infertility—all an elaborate lie.
He once whispered in my ear: "Even if every man in the world betrays his wife, I never will. You're my life. Without you, I can't survive."
I quietly packed, left behind my pregnancy report and all the evidence, and drove away. Three hours later, he received the call: my car exploded on the highway. No survivors.
From that day on, the most powerful man in Valen City lost his mind completely.

"The Draganovs are moving on Celeste tonight. I'm taking her to the safe house. We'll do the claiming after this, Orla. I promise."
That's what my husband said the seventh time he chose Celeste over me.
Celeste. The girl he'd loved since before he had a wife to ignore.
The first time, she heard footsteps outside her window at two in the morning. Rafael sent his whole detail to sit on her house and left me at a meeting with two men who wanted our shipping routes and didn't like being told no. I came home with a bullet crease across my ribs. He apologized for a week.
The third time, someone tipped the cops on one of our warehouses and she got scared. He drove her upstate himself. I took a knife at the door because there was no one left standing in front of me.
By the sixth time, he didn't explain. He just texted the doctor to be ready for me and left.
He's a Don. When the guns come out, he walks away clean. I'm the one wearing his name where everyone can see it. The one they aim at first. Six scars say so.
Every time, he held my face after and promised. Founders' Day. In front of every family in the city. Once Celeste was safe. I believed him six times.
So when the seventh time came and he chose her again, my bags were already packed.
There won't be an eighth time he sends me out to die for her. Next time, there won't be a wife left for him to send.

For the tenth time, James Smith left me behind because of a call from his female student.
But it was as if I had become a different person—I no longer doubted that there was something ambiguous between James and his student.
Even on our wedding anniversary, when he abandoned me in the remote mountains for Sophia's sake, I bore no resentment.
Eventually, James began to sense something.
"Emily, you seem different," he said.
I shook my head with a smile.
Because I had simply made a different choice from the one in my past life.

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

The stepbrother I grew up with was a golden boy, a star varsity quarterback everyone had high hopes for.
But for a street-level delinquent, he abandoned his Ivy League future.
Desperate to pull his life back on track, I tried to expose his toxic girlfriend.
Yet, he hated me to the bone for it.
For her, he ruthlessly dragged our family into the crossfire of a deadly gang dispute, causing us all to meet a violent, tragic end.
I never expected fate to rewind the clock.
To give me a second chance.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

At my boyfriend's exhibition party, I went into anaphylactic shock after eating the cake Mia handed me.
I stumbled, reaching for my EpiPen, only for Mia to snatch it out of my hand and crush it under her heel.
"Give... it back..." I choked out, grabbing onto my boyfriend's arm.
He just shook me off, disgusted. "Chloe, can you stop being so dramatic? It's not that big a deal."
"Yeah, Mia's basically family," one of his friends chimed in. "You're being way too jealous and controlling."
Nobody was listening to me anymore.
With the last of my strength, I pressed down on the hidden button on the side of my watch — the one I'd never had to use before.

At last season's Grand Olfactory Gala, Vivienne Harrow presented my formula before I could reach the stage.
I confronted her. She asked where my proof was.
I had nothing. The formula had never left my head — no notes, no records, nothing. I didn't know how she'd gotten it.
I died not knowing.
Then I opened my eyes, and she was already reaching for me.
"Not this time."
I stepped back.

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.

My two best friends killed me over a girl who'd been dead six months.
Lila Bishop never got a single offer. So she cried and clung until Cole and Wes were ready to throw away their full rides and follow her to nowhere. I tried to stop them — they called me jealous and cut me off. So I went over their heads. I called their moms. I fixed their signing papers myself, the night before the deadline.
Six months later Lila was gone, and they blamed me. They dragged me to the roof of our gym and threw me off.
Then I opened my eyes — three months back, the day it all started.
Last time, I broke myself trying to save them.
This time, I'd let them jump.

I'm just a stay-at-home mom. Old T-shirt, secondhand car, nobody ever looks at me twice.
At the school fundraiser, my husband's mistress put a peanut in my seven-year-old's mouth. He's severely allergic. As he choked on the grass, she crushed my hand under her heel and kicked his EpiPen straight into the lake.
"One worthless little life," she said. "So what if it's gone."
She's wearing my clothes. My jewelry. Spending my money. She calls me trash in front of the whole school and threatens to have my legs broken.
She thinks she's untouchable, because she's the wife of a Wall Street golden boy.
What she doesn't know is that every dollar he has, every thread she's wearing, even the air she's breathing — all of it belongs to me.
I walked away from that world to raise my son in peace.
She just gave me a reason to come back.

Three years ago, my fiance Marco Ferrante walked out on our engagement for his mistress Vivienne Salas — and now they're both back, kicking in my door and screaming that my baby isn't his.
He's right. It's not his.
It belongs to the most dangerous man in Verrano.
And Marco just put his boot through the Devil's only heir.

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?"

Alora Dennison is an orphaned child from a shamed bloodline, surviving in her family's old pack.On the dawn of her transition pushing her into adulthood, in an unexpected turn of fate, she imprints on the mate she will be bonded to for eternity. Only he isn't the man of her dreams. He is the only one in the entire state she would never have wanted to bond to. Colton Santo is the arrogant, dominant son of the Alpha from a rival pack, which is set to unite the packs and reign in one kingdom. In years gone by, his disdain for her and any from her bloodline has been prominent. Her treatment by his pack has pushed her to live in near isolation, fearful for her existence. And now, on the dawn of her awakening, before all those assembled, they see her imprint on their future leader. Fate has decreed it, but everyone around her is about to try and stop it. Fate isn't about to make it easy on her either, as a long-forgotten war erupts in their lands, bringing an age-old enemy with a thirst for blood back into the forefront of Lycanthrope life.Will she survive long enough to ever find out why she has borne a black mark on her lineage her entire life? And why Colton's father is so eager to see her dead. Will Colton step up and honor the bond, or will he be the one to deliver the final blow?

“I don't want to see this angelic face of hers that deceived me and murdered my child, she disgusts me, she is nothing but a worthless, good for nothing, liar. I was so good to her and this is how she repays me? I fucking loved her, I changed who I was for her sake. I put up with her annoying and embarrassing ass but you know what, take her back to Ryan if you must, I'm sure he was so relieved when I took her off his hands but even I regret taking her.”
Camilla composes herself, finding her balance but still a crying mess. “You don't mean that, you're just mad. You love me, remember?” she mummers, her gaze drifting to Santiago. “Tell him he loves me and he's just mad.” she begs, when Santiago doesn't respond, she shakes her head, her gaze falling on Adrian again and he stares at her with disdain. “You said you love me forever.” she whispers.
“No, I fucking hate you right now!” He yelled.
*****
Camilla Mia Burton is a Wolf less seventeen-year-old with insecurities and fear of the unknown. She is a half-human part-werewolf; she's a powerful wolf even though unaware of the power within her and has a beast too a rare gem. Camilla is as sweet as she can be.
However what happens when she meets her mate and he is not what she dreamed about?
He is a cruel cold-hearted eighteen years old Alpha. He is ruthless and in disapproval of Mates he wants nothing to do with her. She endeavors to change his perception of how he sees things, yet he loathes and rejects her pushing her away but the mate bond proves to be strong. What will he do when he regrets rejecting and hating her?

“Didn't forget me, Ava?" He pinned me to wall.
I bit my lip, resisting his Alpha scent...
"How did you get out?" finger traced my face.
"Do you think you can escape, mate?"Xavier was acting irrationally, behaving in ways that were hard for her to predict and harder to defend against.

On top of everything else, the mating bond was back in earnest, riding her hard and making Ava hyperaware of every single point of contact where Xavier’s body met her own. Her body began heating up of its own volition, responding purely to his proximity. The scent of wood ash and violets was nearly suffocating.

Ava bit her lip, and turned her head away, unwilling to throw the first jab. He’d brought her here and he was the one keeping her here. If he had something to do, nothing was stopping him.

“Is this all you’ve got for me, Ava?” When he finally spoke, his voice was rough and lustful. “You used to be better at this.”


Being accused of murdering the Alpha’s sister and lover, Ava was sent to the dungeon three years ago. Life imprisonment. These two words were too heavy to take. Ava lost her pride, her friends, her belief and her love in that night.
After three years, she was sent out secretly to a sex club – the Green Light Club, where she got the reunion with her Alpha, Xavier. And she was astonished to find out who they really were…
Three years of abusive life changed her life. She ought to seek for a revenge. She ought to bark with scars, vengeance and hatreds. But she owe to someone. And she must keep her promise. The only thing she could think about was escaping.
However, Xavier offered a deal. But she must ‘pay’ for her freedom and atonement. In the meantime, she gradually found out the truth about what happened three years ago.
A plot.

When Libby's mother died after committing suicide, her whole world collapsed. However, things got progressively worse when her father died after a rogue attack on the packhouse.
Forced to live as a slave by her stepmother and only to be brutally punished and abused at the hands of her stepmother’s new boyfriend, Libby manages to escape with her life hanging by a thread. Finding herself once more in danger after trespassing into the territory of the strongest wolf pack known to man, she gets carted off to the packhouse by the forgiving Luna, destined to be a handmaiden. Libby wonders she will ever be free of slavery and will she get her revenge on those who have wronged her?

Following her arrival at the new packhouse, she soon locks eyes with the soon-to-be Alpha, Blake Carson, only to find herself claimed as his Mate. Vowing to help his new Luna get the revenge she so rightly deserves, a shocking secret is soon discovered back at the house where she grew up.

Will Libby’s life ever be the same again?

"Romano…." I groaned as he put his fingers under my panties.

"Oh my gosh, my fingers could feel your wetness, my love." His voice was husky as he started rubbing my clitoris with his thumb and his other fingers inside my juicy dripping core.

"Goodness, why are you so sweet?" He asked in his husky voice as he laid his eyes on my nakedness.
He started kissing me and traced a line from my neck to my navel. He spread my legs and traced a line with his tongue from my navel down to my wet virginia and pushed his tongue inside my wet core.

"Oh, Romano…" I moaned as he kept thrusting with his tongue.


Jasmine, a lovely human girl who loves her twin sister and parents so dearly. To save her sister, she agreed to be a second mate to the man who was characterized as the Pack ferocious and virgin hunter Alpha.

He is not interested in her, he despises humans because of how they killed his first mate but to keep his position as the Alpha king,he needs Luna by his side. Jasmine was the chosen one.

Will she perform magic and change this virgin hunter Alpha into a good human being?

Read with caution #extreme sex#

"Fate chose him. Her heart chose another. But destiny… has other plans."

Mismatched eyes, cursed visions—18-year-old omega Alyna sees her mate slaying her… and he’s the pack’s cruel Alpha Asher. Forced into a marriage of convenience, she’s shattered to learn he weds her only for her mate bond power, his coldness and a “betrayal” with another woman crushing her fragile affection. Fleeing to the seemingly noble Alpha Xander, she’s lured by his kindness—until she uncovers he’s a monster using her seer abilities to conquer the wolf world. Just as all hope fades, Asher returns, revealing his cruelty was a mask to protect her, her death vision a lie. Now, trapped between two Alphas’ lies and wars, Alyna must embrace her rare seer power, choose the mate she once feared, and rewrite her fate—before Xander’s darkness consumes them all.

Dr. Sophia Rodriguez's life takes an unexpected turn when her research team catches the most powerful dragon on the world. As she researches the remarkable monster, she discovers not only her own magical history, but also her future as the spouse of three powerful entities. Even as political tensions rise beneath the waves and ancient predictions spread, Sophia must negotiate her delicate relationships with Tharros the dragon king, Kael the mer warrior, and Arin the sea witch. As terrible forces threaten to destroy their underwater home, Sophia must embody her newfound abilities and unite her friends before their world collapses into the abyss.

When a salesgirl finds out shapeshifters exist, and ignites war between two Mafia Dons, will she survive it or die? What will happen when she discovers she's a werewolf herself and her mate is the Alpha Don who kidnapped her? Whose side will she pick between her father who's found her after searching for years, and her mate, the Alpha Don she's fallen for?

Find out in this first book of the Werewolf Mafia Series where RUTHLESSNESS of the Mafia meets STRENGTH of the Werewolf.

She was never supposed to be part of his world. Ivy Sinclair is good at keeping to herself. No friends. No complications. Just a quiet life built around one rule: Stay invisible.Stay safe. It worked perfectly.

Not until the night she took the wrong alley home and everything she thought she knew about the world stopped being true.
One attack. One rescue. One single moment in the dark — and the most powerful man alive hasn't been the same since.

Caden Blackwell is not a good man. He is something far older than good and dangerous in ways Ivy doesn't have words for yet. Cold. Commanding. Absolute.

He rules a world hidden beneath the one she's always known — and from the moment his hands caught her falling body, his carefully constructed empire of control developed a crack he cannot fix.

He knows exactly what she is to him. She has no idea what he is.

A human mate is rare in the werewolf world. A human mated to an Alpha King is even rarer. There are those who will smile at the news and those who will sharpen their knives.

There is Ivy — who just wants the truth and can't understand why the cold, impossible man who suddenly starts appearing in her life feels like something she already knows in her bones.

Two worlds that were never supposed to touch are colliding. Will Caden accept the bond — or bury it to protect his throne?

Will Ivy accept the truth — or run from everything that comes with it? Some ties can't be cut. Some fates can't be outrun.
And some humans were never meant to stay in the dark.

Ashly is not some cute little Omega who wants to please Alphas; she can kick any Alpha or Beta who tries to mess with her. Even the Alpha is her own mate. Alex knows Ashly is his Omega, but he is scared that Omega rejects him; she already kicked his pack ass. But when the truth unfolded about the Omega identity, he was shocked and somehow happy. Alex had finally decided to confess his burning love to his mate. They both gave in to their overflowing feelings, but Ashly couldn't help her growing fears to slowly consume her. After their graduation, things become hard for Ashly. Alex leaves to see his family, and he never comes back. Ashly waits for him in front of his door with a baby inside her, but the Alpha never comes back. After a year, they meet again. What will be the outcome? Will Ashly still love her Alpha no matter what happens, and will Alex finally tell the truth to Ahley? What happens when Alex sees a child who exactly looks like him? "He is my pup." "No, he is not; you are nothing but a stranger to him. So, get out and never come back here. Ashly Madden doesn't need an Alpha."

Crema, who had been proclaimed Prince Alpha's mate, took her place, promised to be his wife, and faced her destiny. She received lessons on how to adjust to the regulations of werewolf society, in addition to fitness training. On their wedding day, however, Prince Alpha publicly declared his love for Crema's cousin Janine and turned her down. Crema was mistreated, ignored, and made fun of by the public. Janine's betrayal was the greatest hurt Prince Alpha had experienced from all the ladies he had dated. Because of this brutality, Crema was compelled to leave the marriage and elope. Even though Prince Alpha looked far and wide for his bride, it was too late. A bloody scarf and a pair of shoes were the only remnants of her disappearance. He was filled with deep regret and wondered whether he could go back in time. If Crema had been honest with others sooner, his terrible death might have been avoided. Prince Alpha was shocked when twins showed up at his gate one day and claimed to be his children. The boy looked a lot like him, while the girl looked like his late wife.

"You shouldn't even exist. Your bloodline should've been erased completely."
Lyanna thought she had it all: a thriving bar, a quiet life, and a past she'd made peace with. Adopted as an infant, she never knew her birth parents—and she was fine with that.
But when a simple ancestry test unlocks a terrifying secret, her world shatters in an instant.
One night, after closing her bar, a pack of savage shifters attacks her, driven by a bloodlust for her hidden lineage.
Left for dead, she's rescued by Leo Ashfang, the fierce alpha of the Ashfang wolf pack. From the first whiff of her blood, Leo's wolf knows the truth: She is my fated mate.
As a human with a dormant, forbidden shifter bloodline, Lyanna is the last descendant of a royal werewolf line thought extinct for three hundred years.
Now, a ruthless rival pack hunts her to finish what they started centuries ago—wipe her bloodline from the earth forever.
Leo vows to protect her at all costs, but guarding Lyanna means igniting a war between packs, unearthing buried legends, and facing a truth that could destroy them both.
With enemies closing in and her dormant powers threatening to awaken, can Leo shield Lyanna long enough to uncover the secrets of her past?
Or will her cursed bloodline spark a war that consumes every shifter in the land—and Lyanna first?

Suddenly I feel a heavy presence behind me.

"Hey beautiful," he moans against my neck.

A chill goes through me.

"D'ziko," I moan, involuntarily leaning into him.

Long, lean fingers trace the side of my waist, it's a warm hand and I know I’ve felt this touch before. I feel his whole body meet mine from the back, I arche my arse towards him, it lands on his crotch.

His fingers move upper still to trace my lips. A family of butterflies flutters in my stomach.

He groans as I turn around to face him. This is the first time I’ve seen his bare chest although I’ve rested my head on it so many times.

He takes a couple of steps back and stands to look at me for a second before I’m in his arms again.
I’m pressed up against the wall, not sure what to do exactly as his lips go through every inch of me.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and he groans and his tongue finds my nipples. My breasts, it’s like they have a life of their own right now. He goes down…the belly button, the stomach, my inner thigh and that’s it! I can’t! I grab his shoulders and try to pull him up. He doesn’t fight me.

His heavy breathing in my ear is the death of me, I dig my fingers in his back, I have never ever felt anything like this before. He pushes one of his legs in between mines, forcefully so opening them wide.

"It's over. I reject you, Avery Kingsley." Her fiancé James publicly severs their bond. Her sister Amelia relishes her downfall, sneering, "Poor Avery—always the victim," While her father disowns her with a slap, snarling, "You've made us weak." Avery flees to the shadows of the Midnight Pack, determined to rebuild her life as a nobody.
But fate refuses to let her hide. A chance encounter with an injured white wolf in the moonlight binds her to Dylan Hawke—ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, a man cloaked in secrets and simmering vengeance. Unbeknownst to Avery, their connection runs deeper than she could imagine: Dylan is her second chance mate.
Julian Thornton, the Alpha of the Midnight Pack and her sister's fiancé, offers her protection—and a spark of attraction that threatens to unravel everything.
As war erupts among the Three Packs, Avery is thrust into a lethal game of poisoned alliances and family secrets. What shadows bind her to Dylan's fractured soul? And can she trust her own heart when torn between Dylan's possessive claim and Julian's forbidden allure?

I‘ve been living in cracks, and now it's time to break free…
I was an unshifted nobody while he’s a bellicose leader of the other pack.
Our lives should be a world apart.
But to everyone’s shock, I was revealed to be his fated mate.

His rejection was so close to the bone that I fell into pieces.
Worse still, my adopted sister plotted to annex his territory and then get rid of me.
The world had ditched me until he came to my aid…
We tended wounds and soothed souls for each other. It seemed he can’t say no to me anymore…
But everything we knew began to crumble: dragon shifters lurked in the dark, and some intrigue was on the making…
Could we survive in this jungle world?

I wanna know what’s in our way...
Reclaiming His Mate is a rejected mate werewolf shifter romance. It can be read as a standalone but believe me, you'll want to devour it with the rest of the books!

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try. You've infiltrated my thoughts, mind, and body, and there's no way to get you out." His voice was gruff with honesty. "I've tried. I've failed. Frankly, I don't want to try anymore. I want you."

And then I spoke the riskiest truth of all, "I want you too."

A groan escaped from his lips, and he pulled me close, crushing my body to his as his lips covered mine.

A werewolf on the run bumps into a sexy bartender, and sparks fly the moment they meet.
Unable to resist the intense attraction between them, they find reasons to come back for more...

Little does this bartender know that the man who constantly plagues her thoughts is a werewolf, and a wanted one at that—or that she is his mate.
With so many forces teaming up against them, will their love for each other be able to save them?

"Baby, I've missed you so much,” he growled.

“Really? I'm not so sure” Taylor rubbing her body all over his, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body.

“Fuck, baby You're going to make me take you right here. We need to stop.”

“Whyy?” She whined, still touching him everywhere.

“You want me to take you here? Right in the open, with the possibility of people walking in on us?” He groaned in her ear.

“I'm not sure I hate that idea” she smirked.


Taylor was abandoned as an infant in the Bluemoon pack by her mother and she was turned into the pack maid, lower than the Omegas. But when she changed into her wolf, she actually was a remarkably strong breed. She decided to keep it hidden.
She found her mate was the Alpha's brother, and he was in a relationship with her bully, Megan. Instead of rejecting her, he decided to keep her as a means to bolster his strength. Taylor found a way to make the rejection happen, and she ran away.

Amidst her escape, a deadly disease ravaged the werewolf kingdom, born from the bite of feral wolves. This malady, immune to the healing properties of wolf blood, brought suffering and death without cure. Taylor's path collided with one of these feral wolves in the forest, a meeting she presumed would be her demise. Miraculously, her blood saved the feral wolf and she discovered he was her second chance mate.

They began to build their own pack in the unclaimed lands until they were attacked, and her mate finally remembered where he was from: He was an Alpha in a formerly strong kingdom, suffered by a covetous cousin who forced him to go feral so he can take over the kingdom.

Now, Taylor's destiny as the last Pure Blood Wolf emerges as the key to salvation for the werewolf kingdom. Will Taylor and her second-chance mate triumph over the darkness to restore their kingdom, or will their efforts unleash an even greater threat?

Bellatrix Fallon has hated Lycans for as long as she can remember, even to the extent of taking up a wolf hunting job when she turned eighteen.
Coming across a weird client who might be connected to her parent's strange death, Bellatrix must take on a risky job to get answers that has hunted her since she was just a kid - Spy on the winter pack, most especially Alpha Alec of the said winter pack. It probably should have been an easy task, until she starts to fall in love with this broken Lycan.
It doesn't end there though, as happenings around her starts to reveal secrets and truths about herself and the Lycan folks that she never would have imagined. Even now, her whole life might have all been a sham.
And then... The prophecy.

Elena was treated like a slave and accused of killing her parents that she loved dearly.

Her first meeting with her mate forced hopes through her dying out, finding her even with her life right on the line.

However after finding out the mate that she thought was going to save her from her sufferings, he rejected her, taking her step sister, Kathrine as his chosen mate instead.

Elena is broken to her bones. After finding out about her pregnancy for the Alpha and becoming a famous doctor.

She returns to the pack where the Alpha needs her medical expertise to cure him from not a disease but his rogue state