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I ran as fast as my legs could carry me for the fear of the unknown. My only hope now is finding a pack I will be accepted in.

Lola was living in a fairytale life before the reality of being used and rejected by her mate dawns on her. She thought the universe was on her side when her crush becomes her mate but it became her biggest regret. The night at the gala came with a night stand with her mate. However, it came with a baggage. She is pregnant. Her mate, Robin the heir to the Bluemoon pack, shuns the idea of a mate as his eyes is only on one girl.

When Lola came with the news of being pregnant. His plan was to lock her up and use her for his sexual pleasure. What happens when plans change? Will Lola be able to stand the test of time?
Lola was able to escape but she vowed to come back and take her revenge. What happens when Lola gets to a new pack and seek refuge? Will she be accepted or thrown away? Will she live to see her revenge accomplished?.

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 if she will ever be free of slavery and if she will 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 rightly deserves, a shocking secret is soon discovered at the house where she grew up.

Will Libby’s life ever be the same again?

Nora Rhodes worked for the self-made billionaire tycoon for three years. She had always known him as the controlled and perfect man until one night her world was spun round and tossed beyond her imagination.
Her stoic and controlled boss kisses her.
One drunken kiss and an awkward request later, Nora finds herself thrown into the circus of the King family.
"Be my fiancée."
Gabriel's request felt like what she had been waiting for her entire life, except it was not. He just needed her as a placeholder to escape a remarriage by his father.
However, when they have to stay close together and act like a real couple in front of his ex-wife and family over the holidays, she can't hide the feelings she has harboured for him for three years.
Nora knows to walk away. She knows that at the end, she would be left heartbroken, but she wants to hold on to the smallest glimmer of hope to be with Gabriel. What she doesn't know is that Gabriel remembers her and has been waiting for her – an incident that connects the past, present and future, and they are both under it.
The closer they pretend, the more the lie starts to feel real. Old wounds reopen. Boundaries blur. And the man who has always controlled every breath and every choice starts to lose himself to the one woman who never meant to break him.
So when the air is filled with cheer, joy and love, would they end up in love or share a dangerous kiss under the mistletoe?
A dangerous kiss in a thousand different ways with one MAN!

Lia Sterling works for Caius Vane, a powerful and unapproachable businessman who keeps everyone at arm's length. When Caius desperately needs help keeping custody of his nine-year-old nephew Leo, a boy who hasn't spoken a word since the accident that killed his parents, he makes Lia an offer.

Move into his penthouse.

Pretend to be his fiancée.

Act as Leo's mother for six months.
Two million dollars. Then she's free to disappear.
It should be simple. Just survive six months then walk away.

But Leo reacts to her in ways he shouldn't. Caius starts watching her too closely, asking questions about her past. And a dangerous man from two years ago finds her, threatening to expose secrets that could destroy not just the arrangement, but her entire life.

Because Lia isn't who she says she is.
And the accident that took Leo's parents? She knows more about it than anyone realizes.

Now she's trapped in a penthouse with a man who's starting to suspect the truth, and running out of time before everything she's been hiding comes crashing down.

Velora has spent her entire life living in her sister's shadow, hiding a truth that could destroy them both.

At Ravenwood Academy, the last person she ever wants to cross paths with is Eryx Nightbane, the ruthless future Alpha feared by the entire school... and her sister's boyfriend.

But one chance encounter awakens something neither of them can explain. The closer they are, the harder it becomes to ignore the invisible pull between them, forcing buried secrets and forbidden desires.

Because in a world where fate never makes mistakes... someone was always meant to be the wrong mate.

Tessa was the fallen Alpha heiress, deaf but still bound to protect her late father’s legacy. Evander was the rising young Alpha, the perfect presidential candidate.
A marriage contract tied them together, but with one condition: once Evander found his true fated mate, their contracted marriage would be over.
Five years later, when Evander finally promised that he would attend the last mating ceremony and give up finding his fated mate, Tessa got pregnant. Tessa believed it’s all meant to be, but Evander returned with another woman, claiming that she was his fated mate...
Now Tessa must decide: reveal her pregnancy and risk losing everything, or walk away to protect the future growing inside her.

“Look at me.” I growled against her skin.

Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked on mine in the mirror. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes dark and filled with that burning desire that mirrored mine.

Good.

I needed her to see me. I needed her to know exactly who was doing this to her.

Not Rhys. But Cassian Kaldrix.


After four years, Tessa Aldren returns home only to realize she was to be married off as her father’s dying wish. Determined to make the most of a rare opportunity, she planned to seduce her lifelong crush, but that plan spectacularly backfired—now, she’s become the obsession of Cassian Kaldrix, the most dangerous man in the city.

A renowned boxer and her brother’s best friend, Cassian Kaldrix always knew she was off-limits but when he is forced to become her only safe haven from a killer on the loose, he realizes the threat isn’t the danger outside but the passion burning within.

Faced with an impossible choice, will they battle the forbidden attraction that could ruin them or surrender to the dangerous desires that promise to consume them whole?

We'd been together for eight years when my childhood sweetheart took me to see the ocean.
We were in a terrible car crash.
In my final moments, he used his last strength to hold my hand.
"Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you."
I squeezed back through my tears as he took his final breath, and moments later, I followed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in senior year, coding day and night.
All so we could conquer Silicon Valley together, making up for our past life's regrets.
At the graduation party, he walked toward me with roses just like before.
"I want to tell you, I love you—"
My heart soared as I stood up.
"I love you too—"
He walked past me and handed the roses to the trust fund heiress.
In the stunned silence that followed, I finally understood—he wanted to rewrite his story.
When applying for grad school, I chose MIT, three thousand miles away from him.
I'd give him what he wanted, and finally pursue the dream I'd only found at forty-five.

They say true love makes a woman radiant. Noble. Beautiful.

But my marriage? It was a prison.

For seven years, I wore the shackles of "the perfect wife." I endured. I yielded. I bent over backward to keep the peace. Even when my husband banished me to the back row on our anniversary. Even when I watched him fawn over another woman right in front of me—I stayed silent.

I wanted to break free. I just didn't know how.

Then the yacht swayed, and my arm brushed against Theodore Sinclair.

He didn't pull away.

Neither did I.

When his fingers found mine beneath the blanket... when his voice dropped low against my ear and murmured, *"When we reach shore, I'll give you exactly what you want"*—

I was lost.

They say a woman who strays has no shame.

But when his lips met mine, I couldn't help wondering:

Is this it? Is this where my new life finally begins?

He was supposed to be my way out, but he was the one who pushed me into the pit all along.
I used to think Carter was the one good thing in this hellhole of a high school. He'd stand up for me when the whole class mocked my stutter. He'd hand me a clean jacket when my locker got stuffed with dead rats.
For him, I gave up my Ivy League dreams, willingly settling for some mediocre state university.
Until that Friday outside the locker room, when I heard him brag to his teammates and the head cheerleader—the same girl who'd led the charge in tormenting me—about his "conquest" in the most casual tone imaginable.
Turns out, I was just the prize in their sick bet.
In that moment, everything I'd believed in shattered.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just quietly changed my college application, and then, at the height of their triumph, I watched with cold eyes as they destroyed themselves.

After three years together, my artist boyfriend feverishly sketched his female junior during a trip—yet left the exact spot where I had stood for half an hour completely blank.

"You're too rigid. You just blend into the background. There's no need to put you in the painting."

I used to be his muse. But now, he claimed I lacked inspiration and was only fit to be a backdrop.

On our third anniversary, I caught him seeking an "artistic breakthrough" with that same junior—stark naked. When he irritably snapped at me for ruining his perfect lighting, I didn't scream or cry hysterically.

I simply packed my things and boarded a one-way flight to Paris.

Leaving that toxic relationship behind, my entire world opened up. I now run my own wholly-owned art gallery, and I have a partner who truly cherishes me.

Yet now, the very man who once dismissed me as mediocre has chased me all the way to Paris.

Kneeling pathetically on my carpet with bloodshot eyes, he sobs that he can't draw a single line without me, begging me to come back and be his muse once again.

I spent five years waiting for a wedding, only to watch his first love move in—pregnant, sleeping in our master bedroom, wearing my wedding dress.

She said the baby was his. He believed her.

She said I pushed her. He believed her.

She said I was eaten up with jealousy. He believed her.

But me? He didn't believe a single word I said.

The day I tried on my wedding gown, gunfire erupted. My fiancé shielded her and ran, never once looking back. He forgot that the woman left behind in the line of fire was the one he was supposed to marry. In that moment, my heart turned to ash.

Then came the report from his men—

"Boss, we couldn't find Miss Celeste..."

And so, this cold-blooded mafia king finally learned what it felt like to lose something.

Too bad. Some things, once lost, are gone forever.

I died in the tenth year of our marriage. Not from illness, but from thirty-six hundred days of silent cruelty and penance.

Ten years ago, during that avalanche, he grabbed my hand at the last second. The girl he loved got buried under all that snow.

After that, even breathing felt like a crime.

He drank himself into oblivion, stayed out all night, and on the anniversary of her death, he'd wrap his hands around my throat and ask, "Why wasn't it you?"

I loved him for fifteen years, from childhood sweethearts to bitter strangers. I gave everything for even a hint of warmth from him. What I got instead was him shoving me down the stairs for her little sister.

When I open my eyes again, wind cuts through me and snow fills the air. I'm ten years in the past, back to that afternoon in the Alps.

This time, I'll give you what you want.

I was stitching up a shrapnel wound in South Sudan when a lawyer called to tell me my grandfather William Caldwell had died, leaving me 120 billion dollars - I didn't even know he existed. Now I'm back in New York to claim my inheritance and cancel an engagement to businessman Oliver Jennings that my grandfather had arranged. His secretary Theodore brought me straight from the airport to try on jewelry for tonight's dinner party, where he plans to reveal my identity and announce my inheritance.

Just as I was trying on the necklace, a woman arrogantly yanked it from my neck and mocked me as a nobody. I don't like to abuse my power, but she's an exception.

Everyone in our circle knows I'm Adrian's caged bird, and the "bad woman" his son Miles hates most.

For Miles, I gave up my fellowship in Zurich and spent seven years playing housewife.

What did I get in return? Adrian took Sophie to gallery openings on our anniversary. Miles smashed cake in my face in front of everyone, calling me a frumpy housewife.

Adrian was certain I couldn't leave him. Certain I couldn't leave our son.

He threw the divorce papers on the table with a cold smile. "Sign this, and you lose everything. Including Miles."

He expected me to beg on my knees.

I didn't.

I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation.

"Fine, Adrian. You keep Miles. And I get to keep myself."

For just a moment, I saw shock flash in his eyes.

I heard later that Adrian searched for me like a madman, and the son he doted on cried and screamed for his mommy.

Too bad. I'd already burned it all down myself.

The day I went into labor, my husband threw me into Dragon's Pyre.

Draven was the Dragon King. I was carrying his child. Should've been the happiest day of our lives. Instead, it became hell.

Why? His dead brother Kael's widow, Seraphina, was about to pop too. And Ashwing law was crystal clear: first male heir takes the throne.

Our due dates? One day apart.

So he picked her over me. Because apparently, I OWED them.

Dragon's Pyre—where they roast criminals alive with dragonflame. Hot enough to turn flesh to ash in seconds. But that wasn't enough for them. They shoved some potion down my throat that would keep my body from going into labor, even though my baby was clawing to get OUT.

I was curled up on that scorching stone slab, feeling my child die inside me.

All because I'd been stupid enough to fall in love with him.

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk. "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...

I killed my fated mate to survive.

Beta Shax Wulfric was the pack’s most ruthless hunter, sent to drag me back in chains. So I ended him. Or I thought I did.

Months later, he finds me again. Alive. Amnesiac. And utterly convinced I’m his wife… and the child in my arms is ours.

Now the monster who once rejected and humiliated me looks at me like I’m his entire world. He touches me like I’m something precious.

If he remembers, he’ll kill me.
If he doesn’t, I might fall for him all over again.

My wife was sleeping with her assistant.

I didn’t confront her. I was in the middle of a critical funding round and about to take over as CEO, and I couldn’t afford to act on emotion.

Then my PI told me the truth: the affair was only the beginning.

On her birthday night, she planned to drug me, send my secretary into my room, and frame me for cheating—maybe even saddle me with a fake child scandal.

If it worked, my CEO promotion would be dead, the funding would collapse, and my reputation would be finished.

She thought the setup was flawless.

Too bad she forgot one thing:

I’m not good at explaining myself. I’m good at letting people walk straight into the trap I built for them.

So that night, the man carried into the room wasn’t me.

It was her lover.

I’m a werewolf.

Three months ago, I got involved in a back-alley “not my problem”—a man held a knife to a woman clutching her child. I rushed him and tore his throat out with my teeth.

Now the police are hunting me. My pack can’t protect me. The only option left is to slip out of the country.

The fixer at the meet hands me a bottle of “calming meds,” says it’ll get me through the checkpoints.

I smell the drugs anyway. I drink it.

When I wake up, my hands are tied behind my back inside a sealed metal cargo truck. Someone beside me is crying. Someone else is shaking.

That’s when I realize I’ve been sold into a trafficking ring. They slap a number tag on me, lock me in a steel cage, and wait for dawn to ship us out.

A guard cracks my face with a rifle stock—sure I’m just another desperate man trying to disappear.

He has no idea a cage can’t hold a werewolf.

Especially not tonight—under a full moon.

There was a project at our company that promised a £50,000 bonus upon completion.
As the lead planner, I had worked my fingers to the bone for over half a year, pushing the project to 99% completion. Yet, just a week ago, right at the final hurdle, Charlotte—the daughter of the company’s largest shareholder—got jealous.

Eager to steal the ultimate credit, she forcibly parachuted into the project department, hijacked my position as the lead planner, and insisted on presenting the pitch to the client’s top executives herself.

Amateurs dictating to professionals—the outcome was entirely predictable.
Her arrogant, clueless micro-management completely infuriated the client’s Big Boss. They flipped out on the spot, threatening to terminate the contract and seek damages.

After causing this catastrophic disaster, the "princess"—who normally paraded around calling everyone her "bros"—played dead at the speed of light.
She ignored calls, left emails unread, and threw the entirely collapsed, hopeless mess right into my face.

For the sake of my team's blood, sweat, and tears, and even more so to prevent my boyfriend Bastian’s company from getting sued, I paid £24,000 out of my own pocket. I stayed up for three consecutive nights, scrambling to find a backup crew, booking restaurants to humbly appease the client, and ultimately breathed life back into the chaotic mess she left behind.

I thought that when I brought the receipts in for reimbursement, I would at least get a guilty "thank you." Instead, she flipped through the stack of invoices, let out a cold sneer, and smacked them right back into my face.

"Bella, after making such a massive compliance mess, you actually have the nerve to ask me for a reimbursement?"

Five years ago, my fiancée and a chaebol heir broke my ribs and threw me into the sewer like trash.

Five years later, they implanted a neurotoxin bomb into the back of my sister's neck, forcing me on all fours to crawl between the security guards' legs into their engagement banquet at a Manhattan penthouse hotel.

My ex-fiancée poured champagne over my wounds, while the chaebol heir ground caviar into the muddy water with his leather shoes, forcing me to lick it clean like a dog.

The room full of Wall Street elites laughed at my humiliation, thinking I was still the same bottom-tier temp worker from back then.

They had no idea that through my micro-earpiece, a heavy armored division was already on standby under the cover of night.

When the confirmation came that the bomb had been defused, I slowly stood up straight.

Outside the window, engines roared. Ten heavy Black Hawk helicopters tore through the curtain of rain, their heavy machine guns instantly shattering the banquet hall's reinforced glass.

Looking down at the chaebol heir who was now slumped in the muddy water, I drew my sidearm: "The debt from five years ago—today, I'm collecting it with your family's lives."

Everyone said I was just a shadow of Ethan, that I was nothing without him.
So during the tryouts, to comfort his "scared" sweetheart, he let go mid-jump, almost costing me my life.
He was betting I couldn't leave him, that I'd forgive him like I did the last eighteen times.
But he lost.
This time, I didn't cry or throw a fit.
I simply tossed the apartment key that symbolized our seven years together into the trash, then turned and walked toward my own world championship.

Translation

Zombies besieged the city. I fought through the infected zone alone and brought back the vaccine.

All of humanity hailed me as their savior.

But at the medal ceremony, my superior and fiancée Amy shoved me aside. "You're covered in blood. Stand over there. Would it kill you to be more like David?"

"A man who can't even bear to look at violence—that's what a civilized person looks like."

For the sake of being her idea of civilized, I locked away my weapons and spent three years as her errand boy. I took countless bullets meant for her, and still she complained I wasn't gentle enough.

Then the virus mutated. To save David, I crushed a Tyrant's skull with my bare hands.

She threw her arms around the trembling David, slammed the table, and screamed at me: "If you don't get this violent streak under control, you can forget about being the Chief's husband. Apologize to David. Now."

The vaccine I'd risked my life for—she used every last drop of it to win favor with her pretty boy.

I ejected the magazine from my rifle and tossed my medal into the rubble.

"That position of yours? Give it to whoever you want."

All I wanted was five dollars for boba from my older brother.

Our university's freshman leadership program included outdoor fitness training. By the afternoon break, I was exhausted enough to beg.

“Your favorite sister is dying out here. Send milk tea. Please.”

No answer. I tried again.

“Ignoring me now? Found yourself a better little sister?”

This time, his account replied immediately.

“Brother this, brother that. Is that the only way you know how to get a man's attention?”

I thought he was being weird. Then I woke from a nap to find my picture and our messages on the campus gossip page.

A senior I'd never met had posted them.

“My boyfriend left his spare phone with me while he's away on business. Look what I found. She's a freshman here. Already chasing someone else's man, and she can't even afford a five-dollar drink.”

Someone offered fifty dollars to find out what else “Boba Girl” would do.

The senior replied, “Fifty? Five would cover it.”

I saved screenshots and a recording of the post, so angry I could barely hold my phone steady.

If this was the woman my brother planned to bring into our family, he and I needed to talk.

I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.

Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.

Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.

He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.

"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."

The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.

"Hold on, almost done."

Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.

I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.

Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.

Three years of companionship, I secretly suppressed her violent S-class psionic power with my mortal body.
Yet on the day of her awakening, she cast me out like garbage.
The night I left, her genetic collapse began.
When the Zerg invaded and she knelt begging for mercy, I walked onto the battlefield alone—where my Nullification Field passed, the Zerg Overmind was reduced to a punching bag.
Star nobles dared to touch my sister?
I single-handedly breached their orbital fortress.
Now I've established the iron law of the universe, and all races bow before me.
And that woman who once drove me away is now kneeling in acid rain, her forehead bleeding from kowtowing.
Too bad—my hot pot is ready, and I have no time to open the door.

"You were like a starved beast last night," I complained, spreading jam on my toast.
Gideon's hands froze mid-knot on his tie. He turned to me, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.
"Nadia, are you out of your mind? I was in the study finishing up that proposal last night. I crashed on the couch at three in the morning. I never even went into the bedroom."
The knife dropped from my hand onto the table.
If the man I made love to all night wasn't my husband.
Then... who was it?

The childhood love between “Kab Kluen” and “He Xing Yi” began with the close bond between their families, tied together by a promise that the two would one day marry.
But fate had other plans.
When Kab Kluen’s family had to return to Thailand permanently,
distance and time caused He Xing Yi to forget that childhood vow.
He found love with someone new and had no interest in marrying Kab Kluen anymore.
Yet fate intervened again.
On his deathbed, Kab Kluen’s father made one final request:
that He Xing Yi marry his son.
Though unwilling, He Xing Yi had no choice but to comply.
What followed were two long years of a marriage in name only.
Kab Kluen gave his all, hoping that one day, He Xing Yi would love him back.
But in return, he was met only with indifference… and heartbreak, again and again.
Where will this love—so painfully one-sided—ultimately lead?
Even Kab Kluen himself doesn’t know the answer…

Getting pregnant by her boss after a one-night stand and suddenly leaving her job as stripper was the last thing Serena had hoped for, and to make matters worse he is the heir to the mafia.

Serena is calm while Christian is fearless and outspoken but somehow the two have to make it work. When Christian forces Serena to go through with a fake engagement she tries her hardest to fit in the family and the luxurious life the women live while Christian is fighting as hard as he can to keep his family safe, but everything takes a turn when the hidden truth about Serena and her birth parents comes out.

Their idea was to play pretend until the baby was born and the rule was to not fall in love, but plans don't always go as expected.

Will Christian be able to protect the mother of his unborn child?

And will they end up catching feelings for one another?

•Mature Content•

Lycan prince Kaden Moretti is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, but that is until one day when he finds the injured angel in the forest--Isabelle Morgan who is supposedly his mate

Captived and kept away from civilization for her whole life, Isabelle knows nothing about the world. On her escape from her malicious captors, she finds herself getting exposed to a new yet dangerous world and worst of all she doesn't know her destination. Rescued by the handsome Lycan prince and being under his care, for once in her life she leans onto someone. But she doesn't know he's her mate, neither she understands the mate bond.

A beauty, timid and fearful of even the smallest things, fragile like a petal Kaden finds himself letting go of his hard exterior for the girl who seems to land within his arms from heaven itself. But Isabelle's captors aren't going to do stop chasing her, what will happen when the devils will begin chasing them? Will Kaden be able to save his Angel?

Abby divorced and her Alpha EX thought she was buried in tears. But actually, she is dating different hot guys every day.
Him (interrupting Abby's date, fierce): How dare you!
Abby: Exm sir? Who are you?

“Have sex with me,” she blurted out.
“I think you're drunk...”
"I'm not drunk. I'm not. I know what I'm saying." Her voice was calm but firm. "I need to feel... wanted. Or do you have a girlfriend?"
“No, I don't.....”
“Then you must be married,” Rebecca cut in.
“I’m not married.”
“Then what's stopping you? What? You don't find me attractive?” she asked, feeling slightly shy she was being rejected this way.
“No. Of course not. I–– I find you very attractive, Becca. As a matter of fact, I also want to do this but I can't. You're not in your right mind and I’d hate to take advantage of you.”
"You're not. I'm freely asking. I'm giving my consent. Please. Just hold me, make love to me and make this pain go away even if it's just for this night. I'm not asking for forever...."
"I couldn't give you forever even if that's what you wanted ––"

Before he could finish, Rebecca pressed her soft lips to his, cutting off his words.
That one reckless night was the night that changed everything.
Rebecca Smith wasn’t looking for love, she was running from pain. Asking a stranger for one night was never part of the plan, but loneliness has a way of breaking rules.
What was meant to be forgettable became unforgettable… and irreversible.
Now pregnant and facing the threat of losing her father’s property to her two-faced step-sister, Rebecca needs one thing to protect her future: a husband.
Derek Hemsworth has his own reasons. He doesn’t believe in love, and he’s never known how to give it. But without marriage, his family’s wealth remains out of reach. A wife on paper is all he needs and nothing more.
Until fate makes the cruelest move of all.
On her wedding day, Rebecca comes face-to-face with the groom she’s never met only to realize he’s the same man who once gave her warmth. The stranger who is also the father of her unborn child.
What happens when a one-night mistake turns into a binding vow neither of them can escape?

Serena Dawson ran from her own wedding and crashed into Matthew Quinn's. To outsiders, they were the perfect couple. In truth, it was a marriage of convenience between a runaway bride and a ruthless CEO.

She thought it was just a deal. But Matthew claimed her with a kiss and a warning: once she became his wife, she would be his forever.

Serena tried everything to escape his control. But Matthew never lets go of what's his.

Five years later, she returns with a child he never knew about and another man by her side. Fueled by jealousy and obsession, Matthew is ready to take back what's his.

She ran once. This time, he won’t let her leave again.

I died on my husband’s orders.
My five‑month baby was torn from me, limb by limb, on an operating table he approved.
My sister was left a vegetable after he paid men to break her.
I was thrown into prison for a crime I didn’t commit, then dragged back to donate my kidney to the woman who destroyed us both.

When I finally collapsed on a freezing street, wearing a humiliating sign around my neck, he didn’t even blink.

Then I woke up.
One year before the nightmare began.
Lying next to him on the very night he first believed her lies.

His hand is already reaching for me.
This time, I don’t cry. I don’t beg.

I smile.

He thinks I’m still his broken wife.
He has no idea that tonight, the hunter becomes the prey.
And when he finally falls to his knees?

His turn to beg.

"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."

★★★★★
I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.

Zane Mercer.

The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.

One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.

Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.

What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.


This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.

Elena:
After we were intimate, he turned around to break things off, uttering a resolute line: “She’s back.”

When his first love was hospitalized after a suicide attempt, he showed up at my apartment in the dead of night and issued a frigid command: “You go apologize to her.”

Inside the abandoned warehouse, a cold blade was pressed to my throat. He said, “I choose her,” then walked away with his first love in his arms, never sparing me a single glance.

Yes. This three-year marriage was merely a transaction from the very beginning. From start to finish, I was only a convenient tool, a perfect stand-in…

Caspar:
The marriage is dissolved. The deal is finished. She’s always been compliant, and now I’m rid of one hassle.

She’s nothing like the woman I knew. I never imagined she could turn out like this—such a calculating woman.

Hmph. Barely after the divorce, she laughs so freely around other men. Even acquaintances she’s hardly met are drawn to her. How could I have failed to see this all along?

I’m sorry. I’ve lost. I’ve fallen in love with you. Don’t leave me. Please...

"TangShi is a girl without much luck in the world. Despised by her father after her mother died giving birth to her, she has grown up in a cold and unloving environment and hated by her stepmother. Blamed for things she could never control and treated as an outcast by her own blood.

Forced to come home after finally escaping to school on a self achieved scholarship abroad, she is promised to the son of the Leng family. To create a beneficial business alliance to further her own father's greed in the corporate world.

Only YuZhi Leng is as unwilling as she is, with a girlfriend already in place that he adores and no desire to honor the contract put in place - to produce an heir in the first year of marriage and solidify the two families union.

TangShi must bear living as a third wheel in this unwanted life and accept or be thrown aside by her family. Until upon meeting, she realizes that YuZhi may not be the stranger to her she thought he was and recognizes him on sight. Could he be the man she met eight years ago at a masked ball, who swept her off her feet and made her feel alive, and yet left her heartbroken that fateful night?

A rollercoaster of a marriage is about to be embarked upon."

“Luke won’t keep you happy, he is not the one for you, Bella.”
“Wha-”
Before she could react to his absurd statement, he abruptly grabbed her wrist and yanked her body forward, staring dead into her eyes.
“I am.”


William Grayson is obsessed with his brother’s girlfriend, Arabella Dew.
His every breath has her name. She was all that exists in him. His darkest, selfish, forbidden desire.
For the world, a heart-throbbing, charming billionaire. But, in reality, a possessive, dark and dangerous one who is crazy for his brother’s lover.
No matter what he has to lose, his family, his ethics, his own self, to have her beside him.
He needs Arabella, her body, her soul, her scent, all of her, and he will do ANYTHING to have her. With or without her consent.
On the other hand, Arabella Dew had one dream, becoming the bride of the Grayson household, the lover of the youngest son- Luke Grayson.
But, after knowing William’s madness, how was she going to save her and Luke’s relationship? Especially when Luke loved his brother more than anyone.
Will he believe in her? After all, how can his ‘kind’ brother do this to him, right?

My greatest sin was killing the only man who loved me. Reborn, I have one mission: his salvation.

No more lies. This time, I offer myself to the blind king I wronged. My knowledge of the future is my dowry—I know the poison in his cup and the knife at his back.

Our marriage is my penance and his armor. I was his ruin. Now, I will be his vengeance.

"I, Thalia Rose Laurel, reject you, Alpha of Flame Valley Pack Knox Winslow." I cry out, breaking the bond that never should have been.
Ryan's eyes flash with horror, his gaze flickering between Knox and me.
"Thalia no." "Yes." I blink through my tears.
"Let me do what he didn't have the guts to do five years ago, what I should have done to us the moment he slammed my head into a wall while I was grieving my daughter!"
"I'm sorry, Thalia." Knox grabs my hand, but I can't stand to be touched by him.
"Don't do this to us, to our-" "Let me end this Knox." I choke out and it's the saddest plea I've ever uttered.
"I started this obsessive diminish game between us so it's right I be the one to end it. Accept my rejection." His head shakes, watching me with teary eyes.
"I love you." Knox won't let me go, but I'm ready to let him go, to let us go and so I do the one thing I can...
Thalia and Knox have had a rocky start to their relationship, and with Knox bullying wolfless Thalia when he knew she was his mate under the guise of oblivion. Knox falls for Thalia and she him but both know she doesn't meet the standard of what he wants in a mate and Luna, the two try to make their relationship work but Knox falls prey to his previous playboy lifestyle multiple times, hurting Thalia and ruining the little that's left of their relationship.
Thalia's need to appear strong, and worthy of Flame Valley lands her in trouble, birthing the core reason for the major drift in their relationship. Their love is strong but can it overcome the deceptions and conspiracies that surround Them?

"No! It can't be!" I let out an internal hiss. "He would not dare come here!"
"What the f*ck, Zara!" Levi bumped into me and growled behind me.
"Sorry," I mumbled, wide-eyed.
"Is that?" Levi mind-linked, and I nodded my head.
"Zara," my father uttered. "I understand that you are familiar with Alpha Noah."
I slowly nodded my head.
"Great," my father said. "Alpha Noah has also informed me that you are his fated mate."
I gave a nod in response.
"Superb, Alpha Noah has requested your hand."
"Is that so?" I found my voice.
Both my father and Alpha Noah nodded.
"Interesting," I said. "Were you told by Alpha Noah that he rejected me more than a year ago?"
My father's smile wavered as Alpha Noah's face turned to ash.
Did Alpha Noah really believe I would just blindly obey an order from my father without a fight?


Zara is a silver wolf descended from one of the most powerful packs on the continent.
A year after he rejects her, her fated mate comes knocking on her door to tell her he is back to claim her.
Zara turns down his proposal, and he goes behind her back and asks her father for her hand. The old Alpha agrees to the arrangement.
Zara is unhappy and decides to handle things on her own. She informs her father that she has taken a chosen mate, her Beta, and her best friend, Levi—only he has a secret.
What will happen when Zara's second chance mate attends her and Levi's mating ceremony?
Will he stop the proceedings and claim her as his mate?
A story about two broken hearts finding each other and getting sucked into a web of lies and prophecies.
Will Zara find the happiness she so deserves?

His lips grazed her neck, slow and hungry, trailing lower until his mouth closed around her breast like he’d done it a thousand times. His hands gripped her bare waist, firm and trembling, like he needed her just to breathe. She didn’t even know his name.

One night. One wrong door, and everything changed.

Amelia Raine never meant to sleep with a stranger, let alone one that is a billionaire. But when your sister’s life hangs by a thread, desperation doesn't leave room for dignity.

She thought it would end that night.
He didn’t even know remember her name. Until she realized she was pregnant for him.
While she’s a struggling reporter.
He’s a ruthless billionaire.
And she’s carrying his child.

Now, to save both their lives from media destruction, there's only one way out; a marriage neither of them wants.

What happens when the one night you swore to forget becomes the one thing you can’t escape?
And what if pretending to love each other… becomes the most dangerous truth of all?

When Annie learned that her husband Eric was still with his ex-girlfriend Mia, she left for good by faking death and renamed herself as Renee.
When they meet again, Annie is a completely different person. Eric's eyes on fire. He wants to devour her. But he's interrupted.
"Mommy who's that?"
"A stranger."
"Say that again? Who am I to her?!"


She thought she'd left her old life behind when she faked her death to escape the heartbreak of her husband Eric's betrayal. But fate has other plans...
Can they handle the truth? Or will Renee manage to find her happiness that she's always dreamed of having?

For five years, Celia was nothing more than Alpha king’s secret lover, wearing her disliked dress and perfume, just because he like it on her.
—until She overheard the truth: “She’s just a replacement. A gold digger.”
"I chose her, just becuase she seems like you. She's your Substitute. Never deserved be a luna."
Shattered, she walks away, vowing never to look back.
But then—her instincts sharpen, her senses heighten, and Soren’s scent clings to her skin.
...Mate.
Impossible. A wolfless girl like her could never be the Alpha King’s fated mate… right?
*
On the first day she left, he wasn’t worried. “She’ll come back.”
“Don’t bother with it. She was just a substitute lover. A worthless gold digger.”
But after a week… a month… three months… his panic set in.
“Lock down the entire pack—find her at all costs…
—Find my Luna!”

Sophia Harper had always thought she was living a stable and happy life with her husband, until one night she found her husband sleeping with his cousin. Her husband's divorce and betrayal left her penniless and desperate. When she felt that her life was hopeless, she unexpectedly fell into the arms of the cold and mysterious billionaire Alexander Knight, and spent a reckless night of passion with him, and got a terrible result, she was pregnant!
When she was not sure whether she could get out of the situation of her husband's betrayal, but got involved with such a terrible man and got pregnant with his child, her life was completely in chaos!

"You killed my mate. Now you have to take her place," Xander announced to the bewildered Catherine, who had no idea what was happening to her.

"What do you mean by I have to take your mate's place?" she asked, shocked.

"Be my contracted Luna," Xander said dismissively, giving Catherine the next round of shock.

Catherine was sad and got drunk after being dumped by her long-time boyfriend. Drunkenly, she knocks down two wolves, and she discovers herself in Xander's bed the next second.

Will she accept his proposal of being a contract Luna, or will she escape from there? Will they fall in love at the end?

Winter Cheshire, a future alpha by fate, but a slave mate by her father's choice. Lucky for her, Castro, her third chance mate rescues her from her abusive captor. To her dismay, even her savior gives her a cold shoulder after bringing her to his pack.
After two rejections, Castro's unwillingness to accept her is salt on her wounds. What's the point of staying if she isn't good enough for him? So she runs away, little does she know, someone is watching her and knows the true potential of her wolf.
A war of betrayal, redemption, awakening and a fated bond is waiting to unleash on all of them. Just remember the moon goddess, is on her side, and they should be ready for Winter's wrath.