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“You only have to carry our baby.”

Evelyn Carter never imagined that her mother’s staggering medical bills would force her into a secret arrangement she could never tell anyone about.

Desperate to save her mother, Evelyn signs a confidential surrogacy contract with the wife of one of New York’s most powerful billionaires. Her only job is to give the Whitmore family an heir.

But there is one problem she never expected—

The baby’s father is her billionaire boss, Alexander Whitmore.

And Alexander has no idea who she really is.

By day, he is an untouchable business king. By night, Evelyn is summoned to his private apartment under the terms of their secret arrangement.

She keeps telling herself it’s nothing more than a transaction.

Until an unexpected encounter at the hospital makes Alexander notice her for the first time.

He becomes fascinated by the woman who always seems desperate to avoid him.

Why does she look at him like she’s hiding something?

And when Evelyn finally discovers she is pregnant with his baby, Alexander begins to realize—

The mysterious woman carrying his child may have already become the woman he can’t let go.

Alpha Jericho rejected his mate before, but now he was ready to claim what has always belonged to him.


Alpha Jericho has been hiding in the shadows, biding his time, and now he was prepared to reclaim the woman who completely changed his life.

However, while he was away, a shifter he once trusted has taken control of his territory. He rules with fear and corruption, and Aria is standing by his side. To make matters worse, there's a hidden enemy waiting in the wings, but his mate refuses to heed his warnings.

Kimberly Smith thought winning a scholarship to Greywood Academy would be her way out. Straight A’s. A fresh start. A future that her mom could finally be proud of.
Instead, Greywood takes one look at her thrift shoes and homemade lunch—and decides she’s entertainment.
They call her Scumbag of the Week.
They film her, mock her, and turn every mistake into a headline.
And the worst part? The boy who started it is the one person she can’t avoid.
Xavier Grey is the heir everyone fears, the boyfriend every girl worships, and the bully who knows exactly how to break people with a smirk. Kimberly swears she’ll survive him, not fall for him.
Then the lines blur.
A “dare kiss” goes viral. Someone pushes her into a pool. Her scholarship is suddenly under review—with “evidence” that makes her look guilty. Her only friend turns against her. Even her mother starts to doubt her.
And Xavier—cold, controlled Xavier—starts showing up when it matters. Warning her away from traps. Paying to erase posts. Touching her tears like he hates that they exist.
Greywood is built to crush girls like Kimberly.
So why does its most dangerous boy look like he might burn it down for her?

"I had a one-night stand with a stranger who turned out to be my boss, oh my goodness, what have I done?"

Valerie Skye is a young and hardworking woman who finds herself entangled in a web of love, lies, and unexpected twists after getting dumped by her ex-lover. She ends up having a one-night stand with a total stranger, Dante Blaze, who turned out to be her boss. This becomes complicated for Valerie, as she tries every possible way to avoid Dante. But as a charming playboy and her boss, Dante takes this as a challenge to clip Valerie's wings and make her his.

Will she be able to stand his charm?

Will he succeed in making her submit?

Will love end up overruling Dante's Playboy's nature?

Or will Valerie continuously live in shame of her night with him?

"You're... you're leaving me here? I'm your Luna!" I stammered. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out. I barely recognized it as my own.
"I'm sorry, Lyra," he said, already turning away. "My pack's safety comes first." With that, he turned his back on me.


What happens when the man you chose... chooses fate instead?
Lyra believed she had already won against destiny. She and Cassian were not fated mates, but they chose each other anyway. Together, they built a powerful united pack, ruled side by side, and vowed to reject whatever fate tried to steal from them.
Until the day Cassian returned from the border carrying another woman in his arms—Liora.
She was fragile, gentle, and completely different from Lyra. And most importantly, she was Cassian's fated mate.
Cassian refused to let either woman go. So, he offered Lyra an ultimatum: An open marriage.
Humiliated in her own home, accused of cruelty, and forced to watch her husband protect another woman with a devotion he had never shown her, Lyra's heart shatters piece by piece.
But fate isn't done with her yet.
Her longtime enemy, Ethan—the Alpha of the second-largest pack in the North—claims her as his contractual Luna.
As zombie rogue attacks escalate and secrets begin to surface, Lyra must choose between staying in a marriage that no longer wants her or walking away from everything she helped build.

When your bf cheated and you spent a great night with a 🔥 stranger.
You woke up and realized you're late for the online seminar of the most popular pr0fess0r.
You dashed out of the bedroom, wearing the man's t shirt,
Then the whole class saw you through the profess0r's live stream...
You😱: pr0fess0r...did we???

When the hospital called, I thought I was going to lose him.

The moment I burst into his room, Nathan was alive, but the way he looked at me, like I was a complete stranger.

"I'm sorry, you are...?"

My husband had forgotten everything. Three years of marriage, from the moment we met to falling in love, all erased.

But what's even more absurd? He stared at his bother Nolan and said, "Did I just... fall in love at first sight with a stranger?"

Listening to him frantically ask Nolan in the hospital room "Is this normal?", a crazy idea suddenly hit me—

Three years ago, Nathan "acquired" me in just three months. From his secretary to his wife, so fast it felt like closing a business deal. I loved him, but something was always missing... like a real courtship, real romance.

Now, he has amnesia.

What if I told him we were just in a contract marriage? That our contract was ending soon and we were about to separate?

I thought escaping to Vegas would help me forget my cheating ex. Instead, I had the hottest one-night stand of my life with a mysterious stranger in a hotel bar, then panicked and ran before sunrise.

Two days later, I'm sitting across from my "arranged" blind date, and my stomach drops. It's him. Same intense eyes. Same devastating smile.

Now my dad expects us to get serious. His dad's breathing down his neck too. So we make a crazy deal: fake an engagement to get our families off our backs, then figure out if this thing between us is real.

In the previous life, the apocalypse arrived.
I risked my life to protect my wife as she fled, even giving her the access chip to the underground safe zone as a favor.
But when she was ambushed, she didn't hesitate to pull her superior officer to shield her from a grenade! Afterwards, in an attempt to cover up her crime, she turned around and tearfully accused me of using someone as a human shield.
I was dried into a dried corpse amidst the scorn of thousands, while she stepped on my blood and bones to become the adopted daughter of the highest-ranking military officer.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of my journey into the city.
As I watched her generously give away her chip to the refugees again, and try to use moral blackmail to force me to hand over my last means of survival, I smiled slightly...
This time, without my backing, let's see how you maintain your mask of kindness.

I was the most envied mafia wife in Chicago, until his Tibetan Mastiff tore apart what remained of our child.
Everyone called it an accident. I knew it wasn’t.
While I was bleeding out on the operating table, my husband was in the VIP ward, personally attending to his “traumatized” adopted sister. The whole family coddled her delicate state. Only I saw the smirk she couldn’t hide behind every calculated “panic attack.”
Then the Feds gave me a choice: keep playing the perfect, miserable wife, or vanish into a classified program so secret, I’d be dead to everyone I ever knew.
I signed. I uploaded the audio proof of their affair. I watched my old life disappear.
You swore you’d protect the family above all else, darling?
How fitting. My new mission is to protect this country from all threats.
Starting with you.

On the night of the charity gallery opening, I caught Lucas and Lila tangled together in the storage closet.
He pulled the girl tight against his chest and sneered, “Stella, you’re eight whole years older than me. You’ve controlled my life for five years—when are you gonna realize you can never hold onto me?”
Lila giggled, snuggling deeper into his arms. “You’re past your prime, ma’am. Why cling to someone who was never yours to begin with?”
Snickers and mocking laughter rippled through the onlookers.
I gave a slow, hollow smile.
For five years, I single-handedly kept Scott Enterprises afloat, mopped up every mess he made, and buried every scandal spawned by his endless string of flings.
Still, he hopped from one girl to the next, weaponizing our age gap to mock and hurt me, over and over again.
Then he shoved me hard. I crumpled to the floor in a pool of my own blood, watching him bolt out with another woman in his arms, not a single glance thrown back my way.
I knew right then the baby was gone.
Everyone whispered how pathetically I’d bent over backward for love.
No one ever learned the truth: I endured everything only because his face mirrored my late fiancé, Elias.

I'm the forgotten eldest son of the Cross family.
My parents see me as a walking blood bag for my brother Colin, while my wife views me as a sinner destined to spend my life atoning for my mistakes.
When Audrey pressured me to donate a kidney, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, but I also liquidated all my assets and transferred them to my lab.
They thought I was foolish, that I was still begging for their love.
In reality, I was just tying up loose ends.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up a pool of blood.
Audrey laughed coldly over the phone: "Stop the act, Evan. You just want to dodge responsibility. You'll go to any lengths for attention."
The surgery was a "success."
Colin got the kidney he'd always dreamed of.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated in the air as I watched Audrey push open the hospital door, wearing a smile that dripped with pity, ready to put on a show of "redemption."
"Evan, I know you've been wronged. Let's start over..."
The only response to her was the white sheet covering my lifeless body.

The day I walked in on my boyfriend screwing that blonde tramp, I dropped the homemade tiramisu right there on the floor—our two-year relationship smashed to bits, messier than the splattered cream.

I ducked into a bar, slamming back whiskey, when this guy in a sharp black suit sidles up, his voice smooth as silk laced with bourbon. I spat out, "Help me forget him," but ended up totally lost in the presidential suite. He backed me against the wall, tore open my blouse, his tongue circling my nipple before biting down hard, leaving me breathless. "You taste like candy, baby—tonight, I'm gonna eat you up."

But then my boyfriend FaceTimes, spots the guy behind me, and loses it, screaming, "Dad!"

I went ice-cold—my hookup was my boyfriend's stepdad? Even worse, this thirty-three-year-old powerhouse was Brooklyn's deadliest mob boss.

What began as a vengeful fling spiraled into a forbidden nightmare?

My marriage to Matthew was a transaction, a substitute—everything except love. When his white moonlight came back, I was abandoned, diagnosed with gastric cancer, and carrying his child. His late regret could never bring back my life, nor could it keep our unborn baby.

"Celestine, please, just help me this once! If even you can't make him fall for you, then I'll know for sure that he really loves me."
I was fooled by those very words in my previous life.
I softened and agreed to help a friend with a harmless little test, never realizing that the so-called "Wall Street rising star" was nothing more than a con artist living a lavish lifestyle by maxing out his fiancée's credit cards.
When the truth came out, my so-called good friend dumped all the blame on me. She sold fabricated scandals about me to the tabloids, destroying my reputation throughout New York's PR industry. In the end, she even pushed me from the top floor of the building.
She used my death to win sympathy and build herself a so-called "victim" persona.
But now, I'm back.
This time, I won't test anyone's love for her.
I'll make her watch every lie she fabricated come crashing down, one by one.

My husband bought a necklace for the woman who killed my mother.

When I saw my foster sister Rebecca Rebecca wearing that emerald necklace with Aaron at the party, I knew history would repeat itself. Seven years ago, my mother lost everything the same way—her husband, her dignity, and finally her life.

I wouldn't follow in her footsteps.

So after slapping Rebecca across the face, I told everyone I was divorcing him and walked out with my suitcase.

Rebecca thought she'd won again. Aaron thought I was just being hysterical.

Neither of them saw it coming—

This time, I'd make them pay.

Three months ago, I was kidnapped. When Alexander rescued me, I woke up in a hospital bed with my clothes disheveled and bruises covering my body. What happened during those hours? I don't remember any of it.

A week ago, I found out I was pregnant. He held me as I shook and told me that it wasn't my fault. That he failed to protect me. Even if the baby wasn't his, he'd raise it. He'd still give me the perfect wedding.

But the guilt ate me alive until depression took hold.

Every night, sleep stays out of reach. Nightmares find me the moment I close my eyes. I've tried to end it. Three times now. Each time, someone found me just in time.

After the third failed attempt, I make tea and head toward his study to apologize. Voices drift through the door before I reach it.

"Are you out of your mind? Evelyn's your fiancée!" His friend sounds disbelieving. "You actually hired someone to kidnap her? Made her think she was assaulted? Just so Lily could take her place? Do you know how messed up that is? What that does to someone?"

Alexander's voice comes out calm. "Lily got sick because of me. Her dying wish is to marry me once before she goes. If I didn't push Evelyn out of the picture, her father would never let Lily take her place."

All those nights. All those nightmares. All those times I scrubbed my hands raw until they bled. It was all a lie. A setup.

For another woman.

I pull out my phone and call my father.

"Dad. I'll agree to the arrangement."

To please his mistress, Callum ordered me—pregnant—to dance barefoot in the black salt ice cellar.

When I stumbled back to the doorway to warm myself, the mistress covered her mouth and retched.

"I'm pregnant. I can't stand this death-stench of winter."

Only because I was a princess of the Winter Realm, born carrying frost in my veins.

Callum flew into a rage and had me locked inside a frost-crystal cage, sunk to the bottom of the ice well. No one was allowed to release me without his command.

"A princess of winter, afraid of the cold? What a joke!"

No matter how I struggled or begged, he couldn't have cared less. He and his mistress treated it as entertainment. And just like that, I froze to death at the bottom of that well.

What he didn't know was that although we winter-born are forged in bitter cold, when we carry a child, every drop of magic goes to protecting the baby. We have no defense left for ourselves. The very ice that shaped us becomes the thing that kills us.

Two days later, he was finally satisfied and ordered them to pull me up.

But I could never come back up again.

I am the only daughter of the Lycan King, the future queen destined to rule all packs. Yet my wolf, Nyx, is abnormally weak—like a stunted pup that never grew.
My parents told me that Lycan blood runs too strong, that I need to find my fated mate. Only through the mate bond can the seal be fully broken.
Ten days ago, Nyx suddenly whimpered in my mind, guiding my gaze toward Silvercrown Academy.
To find him, I concealed my identity as the Lycan King's heir and enrolled here as an ordinary transfer student.
I came here expecting a fairytale. Instead, what waited for me was brutal humiliation.

I stepped out of my OB-GYN appointment, only to be crushed by a speeding truck while my husband watched from the opposite curb, not even blinking.
I choked on my own blood before waking up on the exact same street corner.
I thought I had been reborn, but then I saw a glowing red number "4" burned into the skin of my forearm.
What the hell was happening?

The rain glistened over the harbor asphalt the night I meant to tell him I was pregnant — to lay out all my quiet hopes for our wedding and our future. That was the night I was stolen away.
I screamed for help from a city stitched with police tape and hollow warehouses, where every thread of trust had already frayed. The man who should have trusted me brushed my pleas aside.
As answers began to surface, what we once called love soured into guilt, consuming obsession, and cold, calculated cruelty. Blue gemstones glint amid burned‑away proof, storm‑lashed docks bear witness. And I am the voice they will never manage to bury.

I found out I was pregnant the same week our savings hit zero.
I didn't tell my boyfriend, Jovan. He was already hauling bricks all day and running deliveries half the night. One more thing on his shoulders, and I was scared it would break him.
So I said nothing. Just started picking up more work.
A friend got me a serving job at a private club downtown. Cash tips, she said. Pour tea, carry trays, nothing dirty about it.
I took it without telling Jovan that either. I told myself I'd surprise him with the extra money. I told myself this was me carrying my share of the weight, quietly, the way a good partner should.
That night, I pushed open the door to the biggest room in the club, tray balanced on my arm.
And there he was.
Center seat. A dozen people leaning toward him like he was the only light in the room.
Eighteen thousand a bottle. Seven or eight empty already on the table.

I died the day before my brother Beckett’s state equestrian qualifiers.

Just because Beckett had mistakenly taken sedatives and fallen into a coma, my mother firmly believed that I—a worthless, sickly burden—had deliberately poisoned him out of jealousy to ruin her perfect son's future.

Ignoring my fatal immunodeficiency, knowing that even a microscopic trace of wasp venom would kill me, she dragged me into the abandoned tack room infested with wasp nests and locked the door.

Hundreds of wasps swarmed out. My airway rapidly swelled and closed amidst excruciating pain.

Through the wooden door, I heard my newly awakened brother crying and pleading, along with my mother's cold obstruction and curses.

Leaning against the corner of the wall, I slowly released my bloody, mangled fingers that had been clawing at the door.

In the final moments before my consciousness scattered, I finally stopped struggling.

Mother, if dying in this sunless tack room was your final expectation for me, then... as you wish.

On my anniversary flight to New York, fate sat my cheating husband's mistress right beside me.

Alice spent the entire trip gushing about "her Daniel" while wearing the sapphire ring he'd called "too vulgar" for his wife—me.

"She's so pathetic," Alice laughed, describing how Daniel planned to dump his "clingy" spouse. "Good riddance!"

If only she knew his "pathetic" wife was the billionaire secretly bankrolling his success.

At JFK, Daniel threw money at my feet and told me to disappear.

I smiled, dialed my investment firm, and watched his face crumble.

"Hello, darling. Your sugar mama just quit."

I used to be the executive chef at a three-Michelin-star restaurant in New York. Then I worked in my son’s kitchen for three years without being paid a cent.

I sold my old house in Brooklyn to cover the restaurant’s startup costs. I even used my retirement savings to pay for the restaurant’s premium ingredients.

That night, I prepared an entire dinner for eighty guests by myself. By the time I finished, it was after midnight, and my stomach hurt from hunger. My protégé, Leon, cooked me a steak with an extra piece of Wagyu.

I had barely taken my first bite when my daughter-in-law, Jessica, stormed in and knocked the plate to the floor.

“David, get in here! Your mother’s hiding in the kitchen, stuffing herself with our most expensive ingredients!”

Leon jumped to my defense. “Chef paid for that herself!”

Jessica sneered. “With what money? David’s the one supporting her.”

But David hadn’t given me a cent in three years.

I looked at my son, waiting for him to stand up for me.

Instead, he tugged irritably at his tie. “Mom, taking the restaurant’s most expensive food without asking is stealing.”

Jessica pressed harder. “Today it’s beef. Tomorrow she’ll be stealing from the register.”

David nodded. “Just apologize to Jessica, Mom.”

I laughed in disbelief and ripped off my apron.

“Apologize? I quit.”

In my past life, I exposed my cousin Isolde's deadly secret just to save Darius from absolute ruin, binding myself to him in a Soul Pact instead.

My reward?

At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."

When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.

Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.

In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.

Three years of marriage. Three pregnancies.

Every time I confirmed I was pregnant, my sister-in-law Ophelia would walk into the chapel behind the manor.

Then my in-laws would drag me to the hospital and force me to abort the healthy baby.

The night after my third miscarriage, I dragged my weakened body to follow her into the chapel.

The moment I pushed open that door, my blood ran cold.

In that instant, I finally understood why my three children had to die.

My husband never wore condoms with me. Said they ruined it for him. So I swallowed birth control pills for four years until they made me sick.
Then I found a half-empty box in his glove compartment. And a thong under his backseat.
That wasn't even the worst part.
The necklace I'd made from my mother's ashes—the one I'd been grieving over losing for a year—was dangling between his twenty-three-year-old trainee's tits. He stole it from our bedroom and gave it to her.
She caught me staring. She smiled.
When I confronted him, he slapped me. Then drove off with her crying in his passenger seat.
Her friends came to my hospital with a livestream, demanding I apologize for "bullying" her.
I led them straight to the parking garage.
They found her on a stretcher. Legs wrapped around my husband. No condom.
The whole internet watched.

I was four months pregnant when the truck hit my car.
I woke up on a gurney outside the OR, bleeding, half-conscious, thinking my husband was saving my life. Then I heard him through the door.
"The baby's gone. Her right hand is finished—her career's over either way. Just take her kidney now and put it in Mia."
My mother agreed. My father told him to switch my architectural draft to Mia's name before Friday.
Mia. The sister they'd raised for twenty years while I was missing. The sister whose body was failing. The sister my husband had apparently been in love with the whole time I was married to him.
I was supposed to die on that table. I wasn't supposed to hear anything.
But my phone was in my coat pocket, and the voice memo app had never stopped recording.
And now I had a choice to make.

For months, my stepsister Mia stole my taste, my nutrition, and my vitality with a mysterious system. While I wasted away to skin and bones, she glowed brighter, stole my career, and took my fiancé.
She thought she could feed on me forever.
But she forgot her fatal allergy. I turned every meal into her poison.
I starved her system, broke her perfect facade, and took back everything she stole. Now the parasite is dying… and I’m alive again.

On the day of my prenatal checkup, I found out my husband, Caleb, was sleeping with his student.
That night, I spiked his Pinot Noir with poison. I watched him collapse, convulse, and take his agonizing last breath. Then, I dragged his body into the basement and sealed it inside an oak wine barrel.
For five years, I raised our daughter, Nora, on my own. I thought the secret would rot in the dark forever.
Until she told me: Daddy speaks to her from under the floorboards every night. His voice sounds muffled, like he’s talking through a thick blanket...

My fiancé accused me of not caring about family.
To appease him, I planned a family vacation.
But the night before we left, he informed me that he'd given my first-class seat to his childhood sweetheart.
And me? He stuck me in coach on a flight flagged for possible terror threats.
Everyone in his family thought I should just go along with it.
That was the moment I woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and booked myself a trip to Hawaii instead.
Then I turned off my phone and let them sweat over the hotel bill.
It wasn't until their reservation got canceled that they finally started to panic.

My boyfriend faked being broke to test me. Three years of it.
When I turned down his last test, I watched him settle his new girlfriend's family debt in one afternoon. Cash he swore he never had.
Told me he'd been rich the whole time. Said he needed to know if I loved him or his money.
Said I failed.
I didn't argue. I just walked out.
Funny thing is, I wasn't broke either. I was the last pureblood heir to the strongest pack on the continent, and I'd been hiding that the whole time too.
Four years later, we ran into each other again. And this time I wasn't hiding anything.

"Tomorrow, dress formal. We're going back for the family sit-down."
"Are you going to make our relationship public?"
"Public what? You—as my Consigliere, or... as my mistress."
At the pre-engagement dinner, he picked simple Italian dishes, Black Forest cake, and pink-and-white roses for Amelie. Side by side, they smiled as they reminisced about their "fated encounters," his ears even turning red.
"We kept ‘running into’ each other in high school," she said.
I lowered my eyes with a small, bitter smile—those had all been his carefully designed coincidences.
When the accident happened, he pulled her into his arms first. "Don't be scared. Look at me." I shivered among shattered glass and the smell of blood. He never once looked at me.
Later, with the wedding was half prepared, I returned my signet ring, keys, and comm devices according to family rules, took my parents and emigrated. The sea wind shredded those passed New York nights.

I was breathtakingly beautiful.

When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.

My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.

By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.

Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”

Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”

Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.

My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.

“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”

Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.

That night, she was trending.

[CHLOE BENNETT’S JEALOUS SISTER GETS PLASTIC SURGERY]

She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”

The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.

That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.

“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”

Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.

I opened the system panel.

[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]

Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.

I was taking it back.

Warning! Mature Contents!

Excerpt

"You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!"


Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favor from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse.

Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate of Alpha Killian.

He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart-racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.

A Remastered Version of Werewolf's Heartsong.

Alora, has been hated by her family since birth. Her Families favorite pastime is torturing her.

After turning eighteen she's rejected by her mate, who turns out to be her older sisters boyfriend.

Breaking the chains that bound her powers, Alora is freed from the family that hates her, and is given a new family.

When an old friend and protecter of her's returns home to tak his place as next Alpha of Alpha's, Alora's life is once more changed for the better as he says the fated word. "Mate."

She has been trapped, used and abused all her life by her mothers Coven. They were evil, her father and his clan members, like her were trapped here as well. My mother decided when I was young, my hybrid self should be made useful for something other then being the unwilling occational power booster to her, and her covens spells. They put me in their library, it was full of magic, and not just their brand of magic, but all magic. I learned and practiced in secret. Learning all their Ancient languges from the very old librarian, she even provided me a space to practed potions an dherbs and healing arts. I started to use those on the Wolves trapped by my mother for the Coven. I had a plan I was starting to form, I couldn't leave them all behind and I needed to find a place to take them. That's when my 'cousin' came to visit, during her rant, I found my solution. I would take everyone to the Heartsongs in the Moon Moutain Pack, the Covens number one enemy, they would help, they had to help. One day I felt an awakening in my power that was deep and primal, my father and the other wolves felt it too. So we do it, we escape, and we make it to the Heartsongs....only to find that their Alpha had been taken. I had the information needed, and I would help them get their Alpha back, my price, safty and acceptence.

"I never force women to my bed," he said sternly with a smirk on his lips. His eyes moved all over my half-naked body. It shivered under his dark gaze. His golden orbs drink my nakedness without any shame in them. My heart started to beat fast as soon as he said the next words with such arrogance. 
"They climb on it on their own and one day you will too." I burned in anger. I hated the arrogance in his voice. 
I hate him. 


Hera never in her wildest dream thought she had to leave her little brother behind in a village that hated her most to be the bride of the last Dragon. She was beyond scared to take the step but villagers left her no choice. 
Achilles had sworn to never take a bride of his own. Mortals perish and he will be left with only memories. He doesn't want to go through the same pain. But the gods looking down on him have different plans. Their fate was sealed even before they took birth. 
He thought she was a curse but she was his biggest blessing.

Moonbound: The Rise of the Alpha follows the journey of Lyla Hayes, an 18-year-old outsider with a mysterious past, as she discovers her destiny as a werewolf Alpha amidst a world of supernatural power struggles and forbidden love.

Fiercely independent and yearning for a fresh start, Lyla moves to the secluded town of Silverwood with her father after her mother’s unexplained disappearance. Her life revolves around navigating her new school, exploring the eerie forests, and dealing with haunting dreams of wolves that have plagued her since childhood. Everything changes when she witnesses a group of her classmates, including the enigmatic Eli Blackwood, transform into wolves under the full moon.

Eli, the reluctant leader of his pack, is drawn to Lyla but keeps his distance, aware that she is more significant than she realizes. When Lyla is attacked by a rogue wolf and undergoes her first, unexpected transformation, her true identity is revealed: she bears the Alpha’s Mark, a crescent-shaped birthmark tied to an ancient prophecy foretelling an Alpha who will unite the fractured packs and face a looming darkness.

Despite her doubts, Lyla is thrust into the supernatural world of werewolf politics and pack rivalries. She joins Eli’s pack and begins training to control her newfound powers. Eli, burdened by his role and haunted by his failures, finds himself captivated by Lyla’s defiance and strength. Their connection grows through moments of trust, tension, and shared vulnerability, sparking a bond neither anticipated.

“The woman you broke died that night… She’s not yours anymore.”


On the night she was to become Luna of Silvermoon, Nyla discovered the man she loved, Calder, had gotten another woman pregnant. Humiliated and carrying her own secret, she stole his bike and vanished.

Now Calder is unraveling. Losing Nyla shattered more than his pride—it cracked the foundation of his love. As ancient powers stir and war threatens the packs, he must confront the brutal cost of his choices. He'll burn territories and break traditions to get her back, to prove that even an Alpha's worst mistake can be redeemed.

But Nyla isn't waiting to be found. Thrown into the brutal world of the Iron Veil wolfless bikers and their Alpha, Damon, she's awakening a forgotten power in her blood—one that could destroy everything Calder is fighting to save.

Now Calder must win back the woman whose heart he broke, or lose his pack, his future, and any chance at redemption forever.

He’s a ten out of ten—but when his engagement is announced, he gets wasted enough to forget his own name.
Meet Nico Bellami: billionaire heartthrob, sinfully handsome, and absolutely done with being controlled.
She’s Red: curvy, mysterious, and a stripper who’s never been touched. She dances to survive, not to seduce—but she ends up saving a drunk billionaire from a biker gang in the worst part of town.
She means to help him home.
Instead, she crashes his engagement party.
And before she can escape, he pulls her close, smirks at the cameras, and says—
“This is my wife.”

I have six dragon mates!

Lucian just whispers in my ear "Welcome home, little mate."

Then I noticed standing around the room were 5 very tall, equally beautiful angelic men. All handsome in their own right built very similar to Lucian.

"Mate," they all say in unison. My eyes are probably going to pop out of my head with how stunned I am. I wonder if I can go blind with all the rapid blinking that my eyes are doing.

For the second time tonight, I find myself saying 'Excuse me?'

Well, fuck me!

Everly lives in a world where supernatural creatures live side by side with humans. Even her best friend Stella is a werewolf.

Everly thought she was safe from attending the EverMate Ball since she just turned 18 yesterday and the the invites came weeks ago. Her fate was sealed when The Oracle made other plans.

What will happen when she catches the eye of not 1 but 6 supernaturals, and just not any supernatural, but the kings? Dragon Kings to be exact.

What will happen to the world when The Great Prophecy is revealed to be centred around this simple human girl?

Will Everly run from her destiny or embrace it?

Will she be able to destroy the darkness lurking in the shadows before it destroys her world?

Let's find out.

"Hybrids must be destroyed," the Luna announced. Then, she buried my newborn pup alive.

Fifteen years ago, I was stripped of my magic, banished from my coven, and left for dead. I found salvation in the arms of my fated mate, Horace. But our forbidden love ended in blood when he was framed for the Alpha’s murder, and our miracle baby was condemned to a suffocating grave.

To survive—and to hold onto the hope that my son was still alive—I was forced to become the mate of Horace’s sadistic stepbrother, enduring fifteen years of torment.

Now, a mysterious and powerful Lycan King has arrived at the palace gates. He is cold, ruthless, and looks exactly like the mate I watched die fifteen years ago.

Horace is back.

And he isn’t just here to reclaim his throne. He’s here for me who “betrayed” him… and for the son we both believed had been buried alive.

The hunt begins.

On her eighteenth birthday, Aria Blackwood feels the mate bond—only to watch Damien Storm, the ruthless Alpha, shatter her hope in front of the entire pack:
"You dare to imagine yourself my mate? A weakling Beta's daughter? The bond is a mistake. I reject you, Aria Blackwood. Here and now."
Humiliated and cast into the Hunt—the Blood Moon's brutal ritual where every unmated, widowed or rejected she-wolf is turned into prey for any male who cares to chase—Aria's heat erupts in the forest. Dozens of wolves circle to claim her, and Damien steps back, letting her fall.
Then the sky splits with a roar.
The Lycan Alpha King strides through the fire-light, black wolf rippling with power. His golden eyes sweep the clearing, and his voice crashes like thunder:
"She is mine. My prize. Mark her, look at her, and you die. She is mine, and mine alone."
In front of every witness, he lifts Aria into his arms, teeth grazing her throat in a silent, unbreakable claim.
Now Aria stands at the center of a storm—between the Alpha who shattered her heart and the King who would burn kingdoms to keep her.

“You need money? I can give you that, you only need to be my wife.” Those words, his cold and emotionless eyes told me that he sad. Roselyn Jensen is known as a queen of bad luck and clumsiness. But she a warm, sunny and loving person. She stops studying in college because her mother is in comma because of an accident. She meet
a man that will change her life. She can easily attach herself to people but she fell for him because he is the saddest man she meet. For some reason she had this feelings of wanting to take care of him for the rest of her life.
A 30-years old C.E.O and an heir of a multibillionaire business empire is just a lonely man. Due to an accident, Crimson Luca became an impotent. He lost his fiancée and also ready to be alone in seclusion. But his grandfather threatens him. “Get married or you won’t inherit anything.” He found a girl whom he can be a contracted wife. Little did he know that woman will give him a rosy world whom he gives up already. Love knocks on his door once again.

Known by all as the child of traitors, and with no wolf to call her own, Alya's life has been hell.

She is made out to be a schemer by her foster sister who is determined to make her life hell.

When she discovers her sister with her husband after losing her baby, she decides to take matters into her own hands and escape the pack.

But would dare let her be?

Or would the secrets of the past come to find her… after all… nothing stays buried forever.

I faked my death to escape one monster, only to wake up in the bed of a worse one.

To flee an abusive marriage, I staged my demise and hid as a plain corporate assistant. Until one reckless night, I surrendered my secrets to a dangerously seductive stranger—only to discover he is Kieran Ferrara, my family’s most lethal, sworn enemy.

Now, I’m his assistant by day, and his forbidden obsession by night.

But the ultimate ticking bomb just dropped: I'm pregnant. Kieran is a cold mafia tyrant who was told he’d never father a child. I am carrying his miracle heir. But if he learns the truth beneath my mask—that his precious assistant is the daughter of the man he hates most—my sanctuary will become my execution.

When the masks fall, will his dark obsession protect her, or ruin them both?

"It's now or never, my little spitfire."
"It's always now with you, Alpha." She curled her tongue around his ear lobe and sucked gently before raking her teeth down it, just the way he liked.
Launching her onto the bed, he chuckled and reached for the bottom of his shirt, a dark, menacing look in his eyes, one which sent delicous tingles down her body.
"Don't call me Alpha unless you want it rough, baby." His lips curled up devilishly as he pushed down his jogging bottoms and boxers in one swift motion, his red, veiny cock all but saluting her as it slapped up against his stomach upon its sudden release.
"Okay, Alpha."
"You're really asking for it right now."


Alpha Marcellus finds his mate in the human, Anastasia Mulberry but she is already pregnant.

He is both deeply enraged and saddened that she started a family without him but the more he learns about her, despite his efforts not to, the quicker he realises that he couldn't have been more wrong.

Follow Alpha Marcellus as he makes mistake after mistake trying to push his mate away in hopes of protecting his heart, only to realise the truth at the very end...but is it too late? And what happens when the unexpected happens and everything goes spiralling out of control? Will Marcellus be able to fix it or will he need to kiss the idea of a mate goodbye forever?

Cover by @sevgisizcesevdi and @TheMythicalCommunity

Three years ago, my sister fled her wedding to a man in a coma. I took her place. I nursed him, cared for him, and loved him back to health. But when she returned, he gave her everything—his time, his fortune, his heart. To me? Just a cold shoulder and accusations of being insane. They thought I would just disappear quietly. They were wrong.