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Harper spent ten years as Joel's perfect girlfriend... until he dumped her to boost his brand. Now Joel's getting married, and Harper's crashing his wedding on the arm of Crew Lawson, the one player Joel hates most. It's supposed to be fake: three months of PR revenge. But Crew's hiding a dangerous addiction, Harper's hiding real feelings, and Joel's hiding the truth about why he really left. Some fake relationships burn too hot to stay pretending.

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father.
That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found.
While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor.
All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response:
"I'm busy."
And then… silence.
She waited.
And waited.
Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand.
He never came.
Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle.
Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene:
Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave.
The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash.
And from those ashes, something far stronger rose:
Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

She built a quiet life from the wreckage of a marriage that nearly swallowed her whole. A bakery. A hidden talent for art. And a son she loves more than breathing. At forty, Corinna Adler is composed, grounded, but devastatingly unsated, starved and untouched.

One night was supposed to fix that.

One anonymous night at Obscura, the city's most secretive underground club with a man whose hands knew things about her body she had forgotten were possible. Young, commanding, and patient. The kind of man Corinna would unfortunately, never forget.

Because the morning after, he re-introduces himself into her reality in a way she never sees coming.

When her marriage comes to an abrupt end, Sparkle tries to channel her pain into saving a dog that has been condemned to die after being involved in a terrible accident, but after a few weeks, she makes the horrible discovery that the dog she saved is, in fact, no dog at all. She saved a badly injured wolf she has mistaken for a husky. He's a powerful alpha who is very ruthless to humans, and Sparkle is no exception, or is she? Find out what becomes of Sparkle when Dalton finally regains his strength and reclaims his pack.


I saved a dying husky from being euthanized, not knowing I was bringing a billionaire Alpha werewolf into my bed. My husband divorced me because he thought I was infertile, kicking me out for a dog he was allergic to. I had nothing left but the injured animal in my backseat. I nursed him, bandaged him, and poured my broken heart out to him. But one morning, the dog was gone. In his place stood Dalton Roux, the most powerful Alpha in the city. He didn't just thank me. He kidnapped me to his mansion, claiming it was for my "protection." "You saved my life," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave as his hands roamed my curves. He pinned me against the wall, his massive erection pressing against my thigh, growling possessively.

I hate Beckett Hayes.
I hate his stupidly perfect face.
I hate the arrogant smirk that has sold millions of jerseys.
I hate that half of Chicago seems to worship the ground his skates touch.
But mostly? I hate what he did to my brother.
Eight years ago, Beckett Hayes destroyed my family. I haven't spoken to him since.
So naturally, on the first morning of my dream job with Chicago's hottest professional hockey team, I find him leaning against my office door.
Older. Bigger. Hotter. And wearing the same infuriating smile I remember.
My new job should have nothing to do with Beck. Until another one of the captain's scandals lands him in trouble and management decides I'm exactly the person he needs.
Now I'm traveling with him. Managing him. Arguing with him. Trying very hard not to notice what years of professional hockey have done to his body.
Then a photograph of us nearly kissing goes viral.
Suddenly everyone wants Beckett Hayes and Sloane Mercer together. The team. The sponsors. The fans. Everyone except me.
Because I know exactly who Beck is. At least, I thought I did.
But the closer I get to him, the more the story I've believed for eight years starts falling apart.
Beck didn't destroy my brother. He protected him.
And the man I've spent almost a decade hating? He's spent every one of those years wanting me.

"Evelyn Drake, are you truly set on joining the FBI as an undercover agent?"
The senior officer Garrett stared intently at the elegantly dressed woman before him, his gaze laced with inquiry and faint doubt.
It was his occupational habit, even a special knack, to categorize everyone he met into distinct social ranks—and he was exceptionally good at it, never once misjudging anyone.
In his eyes, Evelyn Drake, with her flawless makeup and platinum-blonde hair all the way down to the roots, was far from cut out to be an agent.
He had seen countless such pampered wealthy wives throwing petty tantrums. Most would make a scene at the front desk, only to be coaxed home meekly by their rich husbands soon after.
If such a delicate lady were admitted into the FBI, he suspected even the Kevlar bulletproof vest alone would chafe her soft skin raw.
Lost in these thoughts, Garrett let out a disdainful chuckle, his tone brimming with scorn. "Are you really sure? You'd give up your lavish lifestyle to become an FBI agent?"
Sensing his contempt, Evelyn took off her expensive wristwatch and slipped it into her handbag, then nodded firmly at him. "I am absolutely certain."

Six years ago, Marlowe Kestrel drowned in the Duskhaven canals, or at least that is what the obituary said, what the empty coffin implied, and what every ruling House in the city has believed ever since.

In reality she swam two streets over, bribed a mortician with a forged signature, and built herself a new, gloriously unremarkable life as a small time magical forger who fixes other people's problems for coin and never, ever asks about bloodlines. It was a good plan.

It worked for six entire years, which is roughly five years and eleven months longer than anyone expected a Kestrel to survive in hiding. Then Jonas, the only man alive who knew her real name, turns up dead in his own workshop with a mark burned into his palm that Marlowe has spent her whole life trying to forget she carries too, and the only lead worth following belongs to Cassian Draven, heir to the most feared criminal House in the city, a man with a smile like a drawn blade and a family reputation built on making problems disappear as thoroughly as Marlowe once did herself.

Cassian recognizes her in under a minute, does not turn her in, and instead offers a deal she has no good reason to accept and every practical reason to take, pose as his fiancée at the season's summit of ruling Houses, help him smoke out whoever is hunting them both, and maybe, if she is very lucky and very careful, walk away with her second fake death arranged before anyone notices the first one was fake too.

The trouble is, the longer she spends pretending to love a Draven, the harder it gets to remember that hating him was ever supposed to be the easy part.

My name is Arthur, Atlantic City’s number one pauper and absolute peerless coward.
On the outside, I roar with sheer arrogance: "The debt collector has returned from Hell!"
On the inside, I’m sobbing hysterically: "Mommy, save me! I really don‘t want to act tough!"
My name is Arthur, a complete coward whose hands shake even when trying to kill a chicken.
That was, until I was bound to a completely unhinged [Absolute Bully System].
[Ding! Novice Bully Quest: Crash the Mafia banquet and splash red wine on the face of the corporate heiress!]
[Ding! Advanced Quest: Steal the Underground Godfather's wife!]
[Ding! Ultimate Quest: Walk right up to the Underground Godfather and slap him mercilessly across the face!]
"Screw you! I don't even have the guts to kill a chicken, and you want me to beat up the Emperor of the Underworld? No way! I'd rather starve to death than dig my own grave!"
[Ding! Host's refusal detected. Punishment impending: Serial sphincter rupture resulting in explosive public diarrhea, accompanied by penile retraction into the abdomen, and the reverse fracturing of all 206 bones. It will take seven days and seven nights for you to finally die! Countdown: 3 seconds.]
"... System Daddy, I was wrong."
To avoid dying of explosive diarrhea, I had no choice but to let the System control my body, kick the doors open, heft a Gatling gun, and laugh maniacally: "So you're supposed to be the Underground Emperor?!"
But deep down in my heart, I was wailing uncontrollably: "Mommy, save me! I really don't want to act tough anymore!"

Reborn seven days before the zombie siege, Shen Lie returns to the day he was tricked into a deadly dark web live stream. Betrayed by his wife and trapped as prey for global wealthy viewers, he uses his stunt skills to layout a counter-kill plan, turning every hunter into the hunted and exposing the bloody evil behind the apocalypse game.

A torrential downpour of strong acid flooded the city, and mutated sea monsters slaughtered buildings. When Chloe, along with burly men from the rugby team, wielding fire axes, frantically smashed down the door, attempting to burn me alive and steal my bottled water, I had already welded the security door firmly into the load-bearing wall.
Faced with the pried-open door, I didn't waste any words and directly used a 20,000-volt electric spear to pierce the strong man's thigh! Then, I coldly pushed the blood-soaked floor outside.
The pungent smell of blood instantly attracted the skeletal behemoths from the water, turning the corridor into a horrific slaughterhouse. I listened coldly to their desperate screams in front of the monitor.
In this desolate wasteland, you think you can survive by stepping on me? Then feed the monsters with your flesh and blood !

When I was ten, my parents faked a messy divorce and turned my life into a sick reality show.
They split up me and my twin sister, Romy. She got the Alpine mansion and my mother's luxurious lifestyle.
I was dumped in a moldy basement, scrubbing diner plates and clinging to my physics books to survive my father's "gambling addiction." 
For eight years, I starved to pay off his staged debts. Then, on our eighteenth birthday, Romy casually texted me a link to StreamLens, an exclusive voyeur site for bored billionaires, followed by a few stabbing messages:
[Surprise, sis. Mom and Dad never actually split. We're perfectly happy ]
[It's honestly sad watching you skip meals, but you know how it is.]
[You were the "older sister," so they chose you to be the one raised in the dirt.] 
I clicked the link. The site's #1 live feed was a giant split screen titled: "The Twin Experiment: Raised Poor vs. Raised Rich—Which Sister Comes Out on Top?" 
On the left: me, freezing in a leaky cellar. On the right: Gareth and Marissa playfully hugging Romy on a velvet sofa, slicing into a massive birthday cake. The debt, the loan sharks, my absolute misery—it was all just entertainment. 
Through the feed, Romy stared straight into the hidden camera, flashing a sickly-sweet smile. 
“Smile for the cameras, sis. Your suffering bought us this gorgeous house.”

I spent three years as a "useless son-in-law," humiliated in public by my wife, all to repay a debt of life-saving gratitude.
That night, she handed me a cup of poisoned wine, smiling as she told me to "disappear from this world."
But she didn't know that the wine served to terminate our contract of protection—and unchained my shackles completely.
When the fighter jets of the Northern Command cast their shadows over the entire estate, she finally knelt in the mud, crying out for "Adrian."
But this time, I will not look back.

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

After being reborn,
I immediately rushed to my adoptive mother who was conducting an experiment,
bit a piece of flesh off her,
and then turned to my younger sister standing beside her,
splashing her face with foul-smelling dog urine.
After being restrained,
I listened to them screaming that I had gone mad with rabies.
I pretended to be insane on the surface,
just to be smoothly sent to a rehabilitation center.
In my previous life, just as my experiment was about to succeed,
the laboratory exploded.
My adoptive mother and younger sister shifted all the blame onto me,
causing me to be killed by enraged family members.
This time,
with no one to take the fall for them,
I'll see how they manage to get away with it.

My mate rejected me yesterday. This morning, I married the monster who killed his wives.
The wedding gown was never mine—it was made for my sister, Paige. So was the groom. When the Hound of War demanded the Alpha's daughter, my parents spent one week scheming behind a locked door, and the way out they found was simple: feed him the worthless one.
The wolfless one. Me.
Jax, the man I loved for two years, is sitting in the second row right now. Beside my sister. Their hands are touching in the shadow between their seats.
Everyone in this chapel believes Paige is under my veil. No one knows the truth—just like no one has ever known the other truth about me:
I was born with an extraordinary healing power. Wounds close on my body without leaving a mark.
And in this whole world, I am the only one who knows it.
They all think they've sent a lamb to the slaughter. But there's a dagger hidden in my bouquet—and a secret hidden in my blood.
Let's see which one of us the monster kills first.

The night Luna Morgan finally meets her fated mate should have been the happiest of her life.
Instead… he rejects her.

Alpha Cassius Grey—the man who’s bullied her for years—chooses another in front of the entire pack. Broken and humiliated, Luna runs into the city… straight into the path of Alpha Landon Xandros, leader of the most feared pack in the realm.

Cold. Dangerous. Merciless. Landon doesn’t believe in fated mates… until her scent drives his wolf insane.

But Luna’s pain is only the beginning. The Elders are hunting her—for the rare, forbidden power flowing through her blood. A prophecy says she could either save or destroy the werewolf race… and some will kill to make sure she never learns the truth.

Betrayals will be exposed.
Enemies will rise.
And when Landon is struck down by a silver arrow, Luna must decide—stay the broken Omega the world thinks she is… or unleash the wolf that could change everything.

Will she tame the beast who might be her second chance mate?
Or will the same moon that scarred them… be the one that destroys them?

“You’re my daughter, but you’re worth nothing to me.”

My father’s cold voice shattered my last hope.

“Take her. In exchange, I want the territory.”

Betrayed by the only family she had, Kaelan Wolfsbane was sold like a piece of property to a rival Pack.

Born as a pure-blood Omega, she spent her entire life being ignored, humiliated, and treated as a burden. But when her father trades her away for power, she refuses to become another victim. Even trapped in Ironfang’s dungeon, broken and wounded, she holds onto one thing—her will to survive.

Until the most feared Alpha in the North appears.

Draven Blackthorn, the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn Pack, has always been her family’s enemy. Cold, powerful, and impossible to approach, he has destroyed countless enemies without mercy.

But when he rescues the Omega girl chained in a dungeon, he discovers something that changes everything.

She is not just his enemy’s daughter.

She is his fated mate.

The woman he was never supposed to love.

As Kaelan struggles to uncover the truth behind her mother’s disappearance and her father’s betrayal, Draven must choose between the revenge he has carried for years and the mate destiny has given him.

But when the secret hidden in Kaelan’s bloodline is revealed…

Will their bond save them?

Or will it destroy both Packs forever?

She loved him in silence for years.
Tonight the Alpha would choose his Luna, and Haydee told herself she came only to watch. Then Cole Shade kissed another woman, and the mate bond snapped into place.
The whole pack heard her gasp.
Cole scented the truth and rejected her anyway, in front of everyone. "
A mistake of the Moon Goddess is still a mistake."

The rejection nearly killed her. Silvercrest's golden new Luna tried to finish the job, sending warriors into the dark to make sure Haydee never crossed the border alive.
She crossed it anyway.
And the wolf who caught her was the one creature Silvercrest had taught her to fear: Hunter Grear, the savage Alpha of Nightfall, the enemy whispered about since childhood.
Hunter doesn't want her gratitude. He wants to know why a banished orphan carries a crest the world believes it buried eighteen years ago. A black moon, split by silver fire. The Moonborn mark. Proof of who Haydee was always meant to be.
Now the man who threw her away wants her again, and the bond in her chest can't tell the difference between love and damage.
The Luna who tried to bury her is still hunting the truth. And the rival Alpha who should have killed her is the only one who has ever seen her as worth protecting. Cole rejected his fated mate. He's about to learn what that mate can do.
She was nobody. She was never nobody.


"Well, little moon,"
he said. His voice was low and unhurried, carrying easily across the ravine. "
Your mate threw away something priceless."
I stared at him.
I knew who he was. Nightfall's Alpha, savage, lawless, the enemy, a wolf you did not approach and did not trust and did not survive.
Hunter Grear.
I was alive because of him. I did not know what that cost yet.

Abandoned in the forest as a baby and raised by the Dark Light Pack, Elara grows up invisible. Overlooked. Maltreated. Treated like she was never meant to exist.

Until the mate bond awakens.

Bound to the Alpha, she expects a new beginning. Instead, she is rejected. Broken. Put through cruelty and torture that nearly destroys her.

But instead of breaking... she snaps.

In a moment that should have been impossible, Elara takes control of the mate bond and shatters it.

And then she runs.

What she doesn't know is that her breaking point was only the beginning.

Because Elara is not just a wolf.

She is something far older. A rebirth. A power that once walked the world three thousand years ago... and vanished after sealing away a force that threatened to destroy everything.

Now, that power is rising again.

As her abilities awaken and memories begin to surface, Elara is drawn to a truth she cannot escape and a man she cannot ignore.

Beros.

Powerful. Mysterious. And bound to her in a way she cannot understand.

Their connection is deeper than fate. Older than time. A love that has waited centuries for her return... and refuses to let her go again.

But just as she begins to step into her true strength, the past she tried to leave behind comes crawling back.

The Alpha who rejected her now wants her.

Desperate. Obsessed. Determined to have her back at all costs.

Now caught between a love that once broke her, a love that has endured lifetimes, and a power that could change the fate of the world, Elara must rise into who she truly is.

Because the same darkness she once destroyed is rising again.

And this time...

It knows she's back.

"You and I know she can never conceive. Not in this world, not in the next!"
"What if she mysteriously gets pregnant again?"
"Well, the company that manufactures the drug we fed her back then hasn't gone extinct. She will simply lose it like she lost the first..."
She was never meant to be his Luna, only his mistake.
On the night of Alpha Kael's ascension, one drunken error changed everything. Mistaking Aria, a mere maid, for his fiancée, he spent the night with her and sealed a fate neither of them could undo. What was meant to remain a secret didn't stay buried for long. When Aria discovered she was pregnant, the truth spread through the pack like wildfire, destroying Kael's engagement to his true love, Vivienne. Heartbroken and consumed by rage, the once warm Alpha turned cold, cruel, and unforgiving.
Forced to take responsibility, Kael claimed Aria as his mate and made her Luna. But to him, she was nothing more than a living reminder of his greatest mistake. When tragedy struck and Aria lost her child, Kael's words cut deeper than any blade: "Why should I mourn a mistake?"
Still, Aria clung to hope, believing that one day, giving him an heir might earn her his love.
Until the day everything shattered. On the day Aria discovered she was pregnant again, the woman who was supposed to be his Luna returned. And she didn't come alone. She was carrying his heir too. And hers wasn't a mistake.

“You’re nothing, Martha—just a wreck I’ll always own,” Nicholas hisses, his words dripping with malice.

Martha Whitmore fled a monster of a husband, only to stumble into a stranger’s bed—drunk, desperate, and drowning in Seattle’s shadows. One night with Garrison Donovan, a billionaire with secrets as dark as hers, was supposed to be her escape. Now the reality of being pregnant threatens to unravel her fragile new start. As Nicholas stalks closer and Garrison’s world of betrayal looms, Martha’s next move could break her—or bind her to a man she barely knows. Will she run again, or face the storm she’s ignited?

"Father, I don't remember asking for a maid," he said coldly.
"Name?"
"Dorothy. Dorothy Reyes."
"You start tomorrow."
From the moment they met, Dorothy hated him—Xavier Wort, the arrogant billionaire heir with a stare sharp enough to cut through bone. But she needed the job. She needed the money. And she needed to survive.
At twenty-two, Dorothy has already lost everything. Orphaned by a mysterious car crash and drowning in debt, she thinks working for Australia's most powerful family might finally give her a chance to breathe again.
But living under the same roof as Xavier makes breathing impossible.
Cold. Commanding. Married. Untouchable.
Yet he keeps looking at her like she's the only thing he's ever wanted.
Their chemistry is undeniable. Their attraction is forbidden.
And his wife? She has secrets—dark, dangerous secrets she'll kill to protect.
When a fake pregnancy, an unhinged stalker, and a sinister family conspiracy collide, Dorothy realizes the crash that killed her parents wasn't an accident. And the closer she gets to the truth, the deadlier it becomes.
Just when she thinks she's escaped the nightmare… someone strikes again.
Betrayals. Lies. Obsession. Passion that could burn worlds down.
Will Dorothy and Xavier survive the truth—or will their love end the same way her childhood did?

His hand wrapped around my throat in claim, as he pinned me against the cold stone wall.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his breath hot against my lips. “Every breath and every heartbeat you take. Mine.”
But his nephew’s voice echoed in my mind: “You deserve better than a man who treats you like furniture.”
I never wanted this bond.
Alpha Zane forced me into a contract marriage—bear him an heir, then disappear. He made it clear I’m nothing more than a child-bearing vessel. A servant elevated to Luna only because the Moon Goddess cursed us both.
But his nephew, Kaius, sees me differently. He’s kind where Zane is cruel. Gentle where Zane is possessive. He offers me everything my mate hides from me: respect, partnership, freedom.
The problem? My body responds to Zane’s dominance even as my heart breaks from his coldness. And the more Kaius shows me what love could look like, the more dangerous this becomes.
Because Zane may not love me—but he’ll destroy anyone who tries to take what’s his.
Even his own family.
Torn between the mate who owns my soul and the man who sees it—which desire will damn me first?

“Please, Nepheia, just forgive us. We’re family.”

I once believed those words meant something.

After being betrayed by the Fatasleigh family, abandoned on an island, publicly ruined, and locked away to sign over everything I owned, I finally learned the truth: to them, I was never a daughter—only an asset.

Then fate gave me another chance.

This time, I refuse to beg for love, approval, or a place at their table. I will reclaim what was stolen from me and uncover the secrets behind my mother’s inheritance, Mina’s mysterious past, and the family that destroyed my life.

But just when I begin cutting every tie to my old world, Seriomel, the feared and immensely powerful man of the Leneaux family, steps between me and everyone who wants me broken.

He says he is protecting me.

But why does it feel like he knows the truth about my past… and why did he choose me?

He rejected me in front of everyone.
Called me pathetic. An unworthy human.

I thought the pain of being rejected by my Alpha mate would kill me,
until a vampire’s bite did something worse.

Now I see things that don’t make sense, memories that aren’t mine.
A stranger with silver eyes calls me Enid, like he’s known me forever.
And when he touches me… my body remembers him, even if I don’t.

Elijah, my cruel mate, won’t leave me alone.
Edward, the vampire who saved me, won’t let me go.

Two monsters.
One broken bond.
And me, caught between the love that destroyed me and the darkness that wants me back.

But if the memories in my blood are true…
I’ve already died once for this love.

I spent three years warming his bed, nursing him back from the brink of death, and playing the perfect stand‑in for the woman he truly loved. He never marked me. He never claimed me. The moment his real mate returned, he tossed me aside like a broken tool, sneering that I was nothing but a low‑born servant.

But he forgot one thing – my blood can break ancient curses, and a dying king has been hunting for me across the continent. When my so‑called sister tried to humiliate me at her welcome banquet, I smiled and offered her a cup of tea. By midnight, her voice was gone.

Now my ex watches from the airport as I board the Lycan King’s private jet. He finally realises he threw away the only wolf who could have saved his pack – but it’s too late. I’m not going back to being his shadow. I’m going to the capital to become his queen.

The night of the Choosing Ceremony was supposed to mark Sasha’s beginning. Instead, it becomes her undoing. Betrayed by the mate she trusted, shattered by the friend she loved, humiliated before the eyes of her pack.
But just when she feels like all hope is lost, an unexpected twist in the form of the exiled heir, Ronan, claims her with a truth that shakes her very soul.
“You were never his, Sasha. You were mine from the beginning. You bear the mark that only I can see…it changes everything.”
As old secrets stir and forbidden desire grows, Sasha’s world is set ablaze. But this time, she refuses to surrender her fate. Amid ancient prophecies and tangled loyalties, she will fight for a love and a future that is truly her own.
In a world ruled by destiny, sometimes the bravest thing you can do is choose yourself.

I thought I had the perfect husband—until I discovered he was cheating on me with my own stepsister.
Then I learned our marriage agreement was a lie, and Eric had secretly sabotaged my chances of becoming a mother while protecting Isabella.
I had trusted him, endured painful treatments, and believed we were building a future together.
Now, every promise felt like another cruel betrayal.
Heartbroken, I drowned my sorrows in whiskey and climbed into a stranger’s car, mistaking him for Eric.
But who was the mysterious man I spent the night with—and would Eric ever discover my secret?

On the night of her Luna ceremony, Elara Vance stood before the whole Silver Moon Pack, waiting to be named. Instead, her fated mate, Alpha Declan, rejected her in front of everyone, called her a traitor, and cast her out into the cold.

Broken and bleeding, she was found by the one man every wolf is told to fear: Kane Blackwood, Alpha of the enemy Blood Fang Pack. He does not pity her. He claims her. Kane is dying under an ancient curse, and the girl Declan threw away carries the only blood that can save him.

Now Elara lives in the lion’s den, sharing a roof, a bed, and dangerous glances with the Alpha her people call a monster. But someone forged the proof that destroyed her, and when Declan finally learns the truth, he’ll crawl back begging.

Too late, Alpha. She’s not your Luna anymore.

Five years of trying. And then my husband threw divorce papers at me… like I was the problem.

I blamed myself until I found the file he hid.

My womb was ruined because of him and he knew the whole time.

He killed our baby. He destroyed my chance to ever become a mother then he tried to throw me away.

But life isn’t done with me.

Because the man I hated, my sworn enemy, the powerful and dangerous Alistair Vance Sterling is back. And he wants me by his side.

My husband broke me.
My past came back for me.
And now?

I’m done begging. It’s my turn to burn everything down.

Three years after returning to the Duke's estate, I finally admit the truth: the phoenix I poured my heart into raising doesn't love me. He only spreads his brilliant tail feathers for the replacement.

I was six when traffickers took me, stuck in the slums for twenty years. A year after losing me, the Duke and Duchess adopted an infant from the church.

That girl became the new daughter, enjoying everything that should have been mine.

When they found me at twenty-six, my parents looked at me with guilt, yes, but mostly like I was a stranger. They loved the daughter they raised more.

I don't blame them.

Twenty years in the slums taught me: don't count on anyone's love. Only power and gold won't betray you.

So when he refused me for the third time, I went to the black market auction and bought a battered wolf slave.

The phoenix finally panicked, feathers flaring, voice shaking:

"Master, you promised you'd only keep one magical beast..."

My bestie Isolde and I were lured to a resort in another country.
Crescent Bay, a place that turned She-wolves into property.
Any wolf with enough money could have us for the night. That was the arrangement. That was what we were worth, once we were in.
When my husband Cael broke through the gates with a unit of Hargrove Pack warriors, I was in the back room counting the night's take. Top earner three months running.
Isolde was in the basement. Brain-dead. Pregnant. The machines were the only reason her heart was still beating.
Hargrove Pack put up half a million dollars for the name of whoever had trafficked us.
I was the only one who knew. I said nothing.
Vivienne — Cael's mother, Isolde's Luna — got down on her knees in front of me and begged. I closed my eyes.
Pack enforcers questioned me three times. I gave them the same answer every time, which was no answer at all.
Then Cael ran out of patience. He called for a witch to extract my memories and put them in front of everyone who had ever known me.

Sage Bennett is invisible. A poor, bullied transfer student with glasses, braces, and secrets no one bothers to uncover. Until she walks into Wildfire Racing—and catches the eye of Zane Wilder.
Future Alpha of the Nightfall Pack. Ruthless. Arrogant. And her new boss.
He accuses her of sabotage. Vows to destroy her. Then fate plays its cruelest trick: on her eighteenth birthday, Sage learns Zane is her fated mate.
His rejection is public. Brutal. It shatters her wolf and leaves her shattering on the floor.
But Sage is not merely an Omega, and she was never born powerless.
She is the hidden heir of a murdered Silvermoon Alpha, carrying a power dangerous enough to start a war.
Now, Sage must survive:
✔ A mate who despises her
✔ A dark goddess who wants her power back
✔ A death race that could kill them both
✔ And a truth more dangerous than any enemy
The shadow isn't her curse.
It's her weapon.
And Zane Wilder will learn: you don't reject a queen.

"I, Owen Greystone, reject you, Ember Frost, as my future Luna and mate."
"Accept your rejection, you worthless human—and get lost."
Wolfless. Powerless. Unwanted.
Ember Frost had always known her place in the Moonshine Pack—at the very bottom. Taken in after being found in the woods as a child, she survived only through the love of her adoptive family.
On her twentieth birthday, everything should have changed. Owen Greystone, the future Alpha, turned out to be her fated mate—a bond meant to elevate her from insignificance.
But instead of acceptance, Ember received the ultimate humiliation. Before the entire pack, Owen rejected her with cruel contempt, crushing whatever fragile hope she had left.
Broken and desperate, Ember leapt from a cliff, believing her story had ended.
But fate wasn't done with her.
Rescued on the brink of death, Ember awakens to a truth that rewrites her entire existence: she is the long-lost daughter of the Lycan King, heir to the most powerful bloodline in the realm.
No longer the wolfless girl mocked by her pack, Ember begins her rebirth—training, rising, and claiming the strength that was always hers by birthright. And as she steps into her role as princess and future queen, she discovers a new kind of love—one she chooses for herself, not one dictated by destiny.
When Owen learns who she truly is, regret consumes him. Now he wants her back.
But Ember's heart belongs to someone else—and she is no longer the girl he once destroyed.
Owen will stop at nothing to reclaim her.
Ember will stop at nothing to protect her new world—even if it means facing the man who turned her life into ashes.
Because this time, Ember isn't the one who needs to "get lost."
This time, she's the one calling the shots.

Camille Laurent was stolen at birth. Swapped by a greedy nanny, abandoned without a second thought, and erased from her rightful place in one of the most powerful families in the country.
While the real heiress struggled to survive, the nanny’s daughter, Talia, was raised in luxury as the beloved jewel of the Laurent family, pampered by Camille’s parents, adored by her three brothers, and even promised to the prestigious Matteo Devereux through a childhood engagement arranged by their grandparents.
Then the truth came out.
Six months ago, Camille was finally brought back to the Laurent family. To protect the family reputation and prove their devotion to their bloodline, the Laurent patriarch transferred 35% of his personal shares into Camille’s name overnight, instantly making her one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country.
It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don’t know…is that Camille never needed them.
Behind her elegant smile lies a woman filled with secrets powerful enough to shake the whole family. She's a miraculous healer capable of curing the incurable poisons.
Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia.
Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille’s fiancé—cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side.
But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is.
Dante Moretti.
The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public…and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city’s glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him.
Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants.

"Why should I save you?"
His voice was calm, cruel—even as the fire raged below her.
"Because... I don't want to die," Emma choked, tears mixing with soot.
He smirked, lighting a cigarette. "Not my problem."
Betrayed by the only pack she ever called home, accused of killing the Alpha's mate, and left for dead, Emma—an abused, wolfless omega—finds herself at the mercy of Leo, the infamous Hybrid King. He saves her, but only after forcing her to agree to one thing:
"You're mine now. My Slave"
But as days turn to nights, and pain gives way to sparks, Leo begins to see something more in the broken girl he claimed. And Emma? She begins to feel something dangerously close to power.
When she discovers she's the destined Savior of the very pack that tried to execute her, the lines between love, loyalty, and vengeance begin to blur. Especially when Alpha Damon comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness.
Two kings. One omega. A prophecy soaked in blood.
Will Emma return to the monster she once loved… or rise with the one who saw her worth in the ashes?

"We want to see the virgin's breasts!" They shouted and ripped off my top, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
Everyone laughed at me, but I can't do anything.
I couldn't speak.
"She seems to have a nice ass ...... " the man said.
He propped me up on a table and put my hands behind my back, then turned me over and lifted my skirt, exposing my ass. I gasped and tried to move, but he spanked me.
"How about we start with a hundred dollars? Any more, and you can check if she's a virgin...... " he said while holding me there.
"One hundred dollars!" I felt a hand rubbing my thighs and spread my legs.
But a voice boomed across the room.
"Five thousand dollars ...... Get your fucking hands off of her." An alpha voice rang out, and everyone fell silent.
" The deaf virgin is sold to the Alpha over there for five thousand dollars!"


The pack had always hated Mildred for not having a wolf.
The future alpha of the pack, her mate, immediately rejected her.
However, shortly after she escaped, she was kidnapped. She realized that her mate had sold her to the human trafficking mafia.
There, she met her second mate ...... He bought her. He was an Alpha who had suffered for years without his mate, which turned him into a violent and ruthless man.
Just when Mildred thought she had a chance to be happy, her first mate appeared again, jealous and demanding that Mildred become his wife.
Now Mildred was between two mates from rival packs, and she seemed to have a power to win the war.

Amelia's life took an unexpected turn when she learned that she was diagnosed with a terminal illness that left her only six months to live.

Heartbroken and devastated, the last thing she had expected was to be offered a divorce agreement by her husband, Adrian, when she got back home.

Given that their contract has expired and his ex-girlfriend, who was also Amelia's stepsister, has returned, Adrian wanted Amelia to make way for her. But the last thing he had expected was what she requested as compensation for the divorce.

What did Amelia really request as compensation for the divorce?

What happens when Adrian finds out that the reason why he has been keeping his feelings from Amelia was all lies and that who he wants to leave Amelia for isn't who she really is?

What happens when Adrian tries to win back the woman who he has neglected and sometimes mistreated for no reason only to find out that she's diagnosed with a terminal illness and that she has only a month remaining to live?

“You can't fall in love with your boss.”

My best friend warned me before my first day at the firm.

I laughed.

“Don't worry. I'm already married.”

What I didn't tell her was that my husband was the man walking into the conference room that morning.

Elias Jefferson was the firm's newest partner—a brilliant, wealthy, intimidating attorney who could silence an entire room with a single glance.

And somehow, he was also the stranger I had married only days before.

Nobody at the firm knew.

Nobody could know.

I needed this job. I had spent years struggling to prove that I belonged in the legal world, and I refused to let anyone think I had gotten ahead because I was sleeping with the boss.

So at work, Elias and I became strangers.

He challenged my arguments in meetings. I fought back.

He praised my legal instincts in front of the entire team. I pretended his approval meant nothing.

And whenever our eyes met across the courtroom, I had to remind myself that he wasn't my husband here.

He was my boss.

But when the office lights went out and we went home together, keeping our distance became much harder.

Then one night, Elias told me, “Our marriage was supposed to be temporary. So why can't I imagine letting you go?”

They call it a curse whispered beneath the Blood Moon, a prophecy that binds lovers in chains of fate and rips packs apart in rivers of blood. Iria Korrin has spent her life running from it, hiding her true name, her true bloodline, and the shadows that stalk her every step. When she arrives at Lunar Crest University, she swears she’ll keep her head down, stay invisible, and finally build a life that belongs to her. But fate has other plans.

Two brothers feel the pull of Grey, the brutal, magnetic Alpha whose touch is command and destruction in equal measure, and Brian, the cold strategist whose silence conceals the hunger he cannot fight. To be chosen by one is rare. To be claimed by both is impossible. It means the curse has awakened again.

As secrets unravel, false friends circle like vultures, and betrayal burns hotter than love, Iria must decide whether she will be the curse’s victim… or its breaker. But breaking it may demand the ultimate price: her blood, her crown, or her heart.

Dark romance, deadly games, and forbidden desire weave together beneath the Blood Moon where love is a weapon, betrayal is destiny, and survival is never guaranteed.

“Know who you belong to.”

For three years, Levi had only one answer. Then a stranger asked her what she wanted.

She escaped the man who owned her and hid in the one place he would never look.

At 25, Levi has spent three years as mafia don Matteo Calderone’s obsession, controlled, punished and displayed. With a stolen ledger and forged papers, she crosses the river and becomes Lena Hart, a waitress at a roadside bar called The Last Mile.

She does not know the bar belongs to Logan, president of the Iron Wraiths, the man whose father Matteo killed. Logan asks before he touches her, every time, and no one has ever asked her anything. But he is watching her, the club is divided, and someone inside it will do anything to keep her from talking.

When Matteo finds out where she went, Levi must choose between running again, hiding forever, or trusting the one thing she swore never to give away.

Can a woman who was owned learn to love a man who only asks, before the man who owns her takes everything?

Vivian sat in the corner of the restaurant, staring at the breakup text Theodore had sent to her phone. Eight years of romance had just been ended by a single message.

However, fate's turns are often unexpected. That same night, after being drugged at a bar, Vivian encountered Maxwell Stevens, the richest man in C City. After a passionate night, this master of a business empire actually proposed signing a "fake couple" agreement—he would help Vivian fight against her stepfather who coveted her company, while she would help him navigate various social occasions.

Vivian Ashford, heir to the Ideal Future Group, possessed both beauty and wisdom in equal measure. Faced with her ex-boyfriend Theodore's betrayal and resource plundering, she displayed an iron will—not only did she publicly beat up this scumbag who wanted to exploit her, but she was determined to reclaim the business empire her mother had left behind from her stepfather's grasp. Maxwell's appearance gave her a powerful ally in the corporate battlefield.

Maxwell appeared to be a cold and shrewd business elite, but in reality harbored deep feelings for Vivian. When assassins pursued him, Vivian actually risked her life to venture into the slums for a rescue mission. In an abandoned house, the injured Maxwell held her tightly, and their mutual dependence in crisis quietly warmed their growing feelings.

As they spent more time together, Vivian began to suspect this mysterious man's true identity. The scars on Maxwell's arms and the fine marks on his forehead were strikingly similar to her school friend Liam—that silent boy who had once been injured protecting her. When Maxwell, under anesthesia at the hospital, said "from the day she saved me... I've loved her for so many years," Vivian was shocked to realize that this king of a business empire might be the person who had silently protected her all those years ago.

But even more unexpected was what Vivian discovered while eavesdropping on a conversation outside the hospital room—Maxwell was hiding even deeper secrets behind the scenes. He had mysterious connections to the downfall of a certain family, and that assassination attempt was no coincidence...

When love, revenge, and the struggle for business empire intertwine, can Vivian protect everything she cherishes in this dangerous game? How will Maxwell's true identity, hidden for years, and those unknown secrets rewrite both their destinies? On the edge between fake and real, can this contract couple find the path to true love?

I fell in love with my stepbrother.

He chose someone else.

So I did what any smart wolf would do—I disappeared into the most brutal academy in the North, where weakness means death and emotions are a luxury I couldn't afford.

Four years later, he's on his knees outside my door, begging me to come back.

"Sia, please. I made a mistake. I need you—"

But before I can answer, a hand fists in my hair from behind. The new Alpha pins me against the wall, his cock already hard against my ass.

"You're not going anywhere," Kaelan growls, his fingers sliding between my thighs. "This pussy belongs to me now."

Cain's still begging outside.

And I'm coming apart under Kaelan's hands, realizing too late—

I never escaped anything. I just traded one obsession for another.

Ethan and I were together for seven years.
But after he chose Annie, he treated me like a zombie that needed to be eliminated.
To save Annie, he threw me to a pack of zombie wolves. Her brother even shot me through the head.
Five years later, I woke up and joined three “crazy” people who had been abandoned by the survivor compound.
They treated me like family.
Then Ethan appeared. His attack killed my new family—and awakened the Zombie King’s power inside me.
He confessed his love while kneeling in a pool of blood.
Then Annie told me she was carrying his child.
That was when I finally understood:
There was nothing left in the human world worth staying for.

I thought fifteen years of marriage was unbreakable—until my husband, Daniel, and his first love, Chloe, joined hands and killed my only sister, Mia.
And Lucas—the son I'd raised for fifteen years—stood on their side and called me a "crazy woman."
At Mia's funeral, Chloe curled up in Daniel's arms and posted on Instagram: "Survived the storm—thank God I had you."
Lucas liked it and commented: "Aunt Chloe, get well soon! You're the one who deserves to stand besides Dad."
That was when I finally woke up.
I signed the divorce papers, walked away with nothing, and disappeared to Paris.
After I vanished for good, Daniel finally realized every "truth" was a lie. He went mad looking for me and chased me all the way to Paris.
And I gave him just one sentence:
"I don't hate you. I just don't love you anymore."

My girlfriend told me she was part of a social experiment. Her task was to get close to a target, and if she quit, she’d owe a crushing penalty.

So she kept canceling on me, staying out all night, and letting another man hold her—then came home in tears and said she had no choice.

I believed her for three years.

What she never knew was that I was the hidden heir to a billion-dollar family empire. While we were together, I was under a private family test and forbidden to reveal who I really was.

The day that test ended, I took back my name.

The first thing I did wasn’t return to the boardroom. I went straight to the lab behind her so-called experiment.

The man in charge turned the screen toward me. “We never had any massive penalty. The contract is clear. She could have quit at any time.”

Three years. No forced mission. No trap she couldn’t escape.

Every line she crossed, she chose to cross herself.

I didn’t confront her. I just took my things, ended the relationship, and walked away.

She thought I was just angry.

She had no idea that after reclaiming my identity, the first thing I did was uncover every lie she had ever told me.

Before the zombie outbreak, I was a hardcore doomsday prepper. I hoarded countless supplies, but when the apocalypse actually arrived, I ended up turning into a zombie myself. Just as I was overwhelmed with panic, my girlfriend and the guy she was cheating on me with brought a mob of thugs to smash down my door...