8832 Book(s) Related to the bad boy who broke me

"I, Alpha Drake Collins Thaddeus, reject you, Layla Diana Montez, as my mate. You are nothing to me now—banished from this pack. Forever."
What would you do if the man you gave your heart,tossed you aside like yesterday's trash?
I gave Alpha Drake everything—my loyalty, my love, my body. I nearly died saving him. But when I needed him most, he turned cold, mocked my scars, and cast me out like I meant nothing.
Scarred. Wolfless. Pregnant.
I stumbled into Shadowsville Pack, broken and barely alive. That's when he found me—Antoine Del Morino, the elusive Southern Lycan King. He saved me, sheltered me, and gave me the strength to rise again.
Years later, I'm no longer the omega who begged to be loved. I'm one of the strongest, wealthiest Lunas alive. And just when I finally start healing, Alpha Drake returns… begging for another chance.
But my heart now beats for the man behind the mask.
Should I give Drake a taste of his own rejection—or fully surrender to the love Antoine offers me?

Rosalind Fenwick has been the Alpha's disappointing daughter for seventeen years, scarred, overlooked, engaged by arrangement to a boy who looks through her like glass. She has also been dying in her sleep every night since she turned sixteen, murdered in a dream that never changes, by a man wearing a crown of antlers. When the dream finally finishes, something ancient wakes up inside her instead of dying. Emrys Caldwell, heir to the empire that swallowed her father's pack whole, recognizes the thing looking out of her eyes immediately. He should. He is the one who put it there.

"Abort her mutt. Liora is carrying my true pureblood heir."
My Alpha husband’s voice was ice-cold as I bled out on the delivery bed.
The woman he was protecting? My fiercely loyal best friend.
While I was screaming in pain, biting my lips bloody to birth his child, he was in the next room, making her moan.
He killed our baby.
When I returned from burying my grandmother in the freezing rain, his guards threw holy water in my face.
"Wash her," Lachlan ordered coldly. "The stench of death on her will harm Liora's pup."
I stared at the man who once took nine lashes of a barbed whip just to marry me.
He aborted my baby to save hers. He let my only family die.
He tossed me a bag of gold like a beggar and told me to stop causing drama.
So, I packed my bags, and vanished into his world.

Being a female Alpha is rare, especially in a world that still doubts women in power. Every move I make is judged. Any sign of weakness would be used against me.
Love is not just love for someone like me. It is a sign of weakness.
Taking an Alpha consort feels like risking the pack my grandfather handed to me. He ruled without a mate. If he could do it without a mate, so can I.

So when fate bound me to Leo Leonidas Blackwood, my childhood friend, the one I once loved without fear, I rejected him without delay.

I chose my throne over the bond. But a mate bond does not disappear because an Alpha says no. It lingers. It pulls.

Now everyone is watching. The elders want me to have a mate. The pack wants stability. But no one asks what I want. Because loving him once broke me and choosing him again might destroy us both.

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When he found out I’d injured my leg and couldn't scrub in to deliver the billionaire's baby tomorrow, my boyfriend’s first reaction wasn't concern. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Hannah, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why today of all days? Are you really throwing away your entire career just to spite me?!"
I didn't argue. I just stared at the medical chart labeled Eleanor Whitlock, my fingers trembling.
In my past life, I took this assignment. I was drugged and locked in a supply closet. A few hours later, the mother and baby were dead—and the security footage showed a nurse with my face poisoning them. I died in a damp prison cell, branded a murderer.
Reborn into this life, I just wanted to escape this fatal trap.
But somehow, the security cameras had once again captured "me" walking into that delivery room.

For three years, I paid so my sister could rebuild her life — her rent, her lawyers, her hospital bills, the shop she now runs in my name. Lucas, my fiance, always told me it was the right thing to do. I believed him, because believing him was easier than admitting how tired I was. I flew home two days early to surprise him. Instead, I opened my own front door and found my sister in his lap, wearing my robe, laughing in a voice I'd paid to keep happy for years. Ninety-nine empty perfume bottles stood along the wall — quiet witnesses to nights I never knew existed. Lucas didn't apologize. He asked me to be more understanding. My sister cried and called me cruel. I stood in the apartment I bought, surrounded by the people I built a home for, and realized I had never once been the one who got to be loved first.

Grace

He’s the arrogant college quarterback and womanizer. The one guy I want nothing to do with, ever ...
That is, until my boss tells me I don’t have a choice, and I’m assigned to report on him for the school paper.
The legendary Jackson is a million things at once, but he’s still just a person hiding behind his precious football. I see right through his facade, and I don’t think he’s used to that.
Sexy. Charming. Ambitious.
I want him more and more as the days pass, but he could never be really interested in a girl like me. A nobody.

Or could he?

Jackson
If there was ever a woman who could kill me with looks alone, it’s Grace.
She’s insecure, obstinate, and a pain in my ass.
I don’t need her any more than she needs me, but the publicity is good, so hey, why not?
Right?
I never thought Grace would be one of the few people to take me seriously. She sees through my bullshit, and her blunt honesty is a breath of fresh air.
But, people don’t like it. They don’t like us. A guy like me doesn’t belong with a girl like Grace.
She’s sweet. Funny. Clever. And damn it all if I can’t keep my hands off of her.
I don’t think anyone was expecting what happened next.

Especially us.

Never trust a man, unless he is hot!!...

“If you are Proserpina, then who is she?” The mystery man asked me, pointing over to the girl behind my uncle.
“Time to play you.” She mouthed the words and smirked with those evil eyes at me in a haunting way sending a chill through my spine.
I know that face and the identity of the imposter—
Justina-the bitch!
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Two brothers, Hades and Vlad.
One is destined to protect her!
The other is born to destroy her!!
Both are fated with a broken human princess Proserpina, trapped in a gilded cage.
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I could feel his cold breath settling on the back of my neck and deadly fangs scraping against my flesh. “Try running again, Princess, and I will trap you forever inside the darkest coffin of my lair. Your fate is sealed with me in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle goes on. My wounded butterfly!”
“NO!” I screamed in fear.
“Proserpina! It's just a nightmare!” Hades pulled me in his arms to protect me from my nightmares, caressing my scars as if feeling the pain which they conceal.
“It felt so real as if it had happened before. In the past! His shadow will trap me, again!”
“Then let him try. I’ll hunt him down the darkest corners of the World’s end if I have to, and then I’ll kill him in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle decides to kick his ass and let him rot in purgatory. My wild Raven!” Hades’s wolf Cerberus growled.
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Proserpina is tired of waiting for her prince to save her, so she decides to escape at the first chance. She is saved by a mysterious and cursed werewolf prince Hades from the blood-sucking predators. Their fates get intertwined and take them on a journey through the dark and haunted woods of Carpathians ranges infested by the predators of the night, The Shadows. If Prince Hades will be able to save Proserpina or will she be trapped forever in the dark depths of the lair of vampire Prince Vlad?
(The prologue was written by the 3rd POV, and later chapters were written by the 1st POV.)

"You don't want me as your master, you wouldn't survive if I owned you," the dark words made me cringe.

"But, I love you, I chose you," I mutter, my voice filled with sorrow.
At once, I am over the desk, a hard cock pressed against my ass as a strong pair of hand wrap around my neck.
"I will fuck you hard until you pass out if you were mine," he breathes in my ear.
"It makes me so wet," I blurt out.

I am supposed to be his, but Whitlock wouldn't own me, until his friend wants a piece of me. Is he ready to give me away or will the emotions he is fighting off be enough to safe us?

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.

Lana Moore wakes up from an accident that changed her life with memories that are full of holes and the name of a stranger on her lips. Adrian.
It's cold. Strong and untouchable.
And somehow connected to everything she can't remember.

Lana is taken to Paris under the pretense of safety, but she has to live next to a man whose eyes show both rage and desire. Adrian Blackwood is a billionaire with secrets that go deeper than the Seine and feelings he won't talk about. Lana finds old letters, hidden pictures, and a kiss from the past that she can't deny anymore, and their fragile truce is broken.

Lana starts to see the truth as rumours of betrayal spread and new enemies close in:

Adrian might have loved her at one time.
He might still love her now.
But he could also be the one who wanted her to leave.

Lana has to find out the truth about the man who protects and hurts her on the glittering streets of Paris, where there are rooftop confessions, masked desires, and storms that break both the sky and the heart.

Is he the love of her life?
Or the reason her life fell apart?

Danger comes back when memory comes back.
And the truth could destroy them both.

Rosalie Bellrose has always believed there are worse things than being a witch. Being a terrible one, for example.

Her magic never answers to spells or potions. It slips into her baking instead: happiness in honey cakes, forgotten memories in cinnamon rolls, longing in strawberry tarts. So Rosalie runs her strange little bakery, sells enchanted pastries to those who can afford them, and keeps her magic to herself.

She never imagined her secret would end up on a king's plate.

Kael Edevane is the ruthless king of the kingdom, and when something goes terribly wrong after he eats one of Rosalie's creations, her quiet life comes crashing down. By morning, her bakery is shut down and soldiers are at her door.

But that's only the beginning.

For the first time in years, Kael can feel again. Her warmth. Her loneliness. Her anger. And worst of all, her desire.

Then Rosalie discovers her grandmother's death was not what she was told. Whatever her grandmother was hiding, someone is willing to kill for it.

And the closer Kael gets to Rosalie, the more dangerous their attraction becomes. Because there are secrets surrounding her that neither of them can afford to uncover.

If Rosalie cannot find the truth before they find her first, she may lose more than the bakery her grandmother left behind.

Gina's perfect life was turned into a live horror scene when she witnessed her husband fucking her sister. The worst part? She was pregnant and was ready to tell her husband only for her to realize they had been trying to make her infertile for years. Upon discovering their betrayal, they pushed her down a cliff and left her to die. Surprisingly, she was saved by a stranger who found her washed up on his beach. This stranger however wanted something from her. A marriage contract that could destroy the lives of the ones who tried to kill her. Except, this stranger also wanted her sister.

“I, alpha Ri Dylan, reject you as my mate, Mona Ryan. I have affairs with many women, Mona. Stronger women who are very different from you, I am not a one-mate kind of guy, and believe me when I say this; this rejection will favor you more than it will me because I am not the wolf you would want to be mated with.”

On her 18th birthday, Omega Mona felt the mate pull and was encouraged by her parents to go and meet her mate for the first time. Upon meeting him in the forest, he was devastated to hear that her mate was alpha Ri Dylan of the Lycan pack, the alpha that most wolves feared and hated. She then ran away and didn't say a word to him because of her surprise and disappointment.

“He's no good to reckon with, he's dangerous, he's not trustworthy, and he's the last person in this world you should have any business with.”
Mona has been warned severally about Ri Dylan. What will she do when finding that the goddess has arranged this big, bad, and dreaded alpha who rejected her to be her fated mate?

Rated ????: Explicit contents present. Don't read if you can't handle it.

All Kristen could offer is sex and nothing more due to her tragic past, She met Frederick at one of her craziest night and slept with him but then, Frederick could go extra mile to make her see that there is more to life than holding on to THE PAST.

When she thought life was being fair to her, something terrible happened which opens up a past no one knows about. She lost her memory leaving her with no knowledge of who Frederick is and a whole new identity.

Frederick would have to fight for a love he had nurtured for so long when Lous, an alleged fiance of Kristen surfaced.

A short contemporary domestic-drama romance. Clean to sweet. Happily ever after.

My husband's family slid the folder across the table — sign here, family helps family, it's just a signature.

What they didn't know: I had almost three million dollars in an account none of them could find. I silenced the alert before the number could glow.

They think we're the broke ones. For four years they've bled the kindest man I know dry, dressing every demand up as love and cashing it. So I let them keep believing it — and I built a wall they will never see.

They're about to find out what happens when you spend a lifetime underestimating the quiet one.

And this time, I'm not the one who pays.

I severed our Mate Bond with my own hands.

In that moment, I lay unconscious, bleeding under the silvery moonlight, while he knelt some distance away, clutching his chest as if he had been hollowed out.

Once, he shielded me from nine silver stakes, only to crown another woman; he placed my protective pendant around her neck, then cast me into a water prison. He professed, “I love only you,” yet stood outside my hospital room, nursing her child as if it were his own.

I loathed him, resolved to leave.

I believed this was the end.

Little did I know, as I thought I had finally gained my freedom, he would chase after the debts of blood and regret, intruding upon the new life I was rebuilding—

To redeem a love that no longer sought redemption.

The female presidential candidate slipped a real-time tracker into my bag, then handed me the divorce papers.

She still thought I would coddle her like I had for the past five years and stay by her side.

"Fine." I signed the papers and left.

She started tracking me, driving away any women around me, showing up at my house in the middle of the night begging me to come back.

But... weren't you the one who wanted the divorce?

Chloe faked a billionaire family name, Ethan betrayed the girl who saved his broken knee, and both stole Aria’s award-winning business model to climb Ivy League’s social ladder. They paraded on stage with her crystal trophy, calling her a poor, delusional stalker in front of thousands. What they didn’t know: the “poor girl” is the sole heir to Sterling’s trillion-dollar empire. One phone call brought lawyers, police, and a terrified university president to their knees. Every lie, every theft, every cruel word comes crashing down—hard.

I nearly died in the freezing ocean at my adopted sister Jane's birthday party.

When the yacht started tilting and alarms shrieked through the corridors, Dad grabbed Jane and bolted for the deck without looking back. Mom clutched Jane's ragdoll cat in her arms, following close behind under the bodyguards' protection.

They saved the cat.

But left their biological daughter to drown.

Three days later, I staggered home covered in wounds. The living room was decorated with scented candles and a three-tier birthday cake. Light piano music mingled with laughter—they were throwing Jane a makeup birthday party, celebrating how "the whole family" survived the disaster.

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

I was Sophia Corleone. The wife Michael kept hidden from the world. The woman who should have stood beside the Don. And the woman he left to die.
The Morettis tied me up at a dock on Long Island. With the last of my strength, I called my husband. My voice broke with terror: “Michael, please… save me. I’m at the Long Island docks. They’re going to kill me.”
But all I got was his impatient roar, “Sophia, are you lying for attention again? You’d make up something this pathetic just to get me home? God, you make me sick.”
The call cut off in my ear. And then the Morettis killed me.

Seventeen-year-old Nora thought her biggest problem was surviving senior year—until she fell for Leo, her brother’s best friend and the one boy she was never supposed to want.

Leo is everything she shouldn’t touch: older, dangerous, and hiding something behind those icy blue eyes. When Nora discovers his secret—that he’s a vampire—her world shatters. But instead of running, she lets him in… and one bite binds their souls together forever.

As Nora struggles to balance love, loyalty, and the darkness that now lives inside her, a new person emerges: Killian, a powerful mafia king who sees her not as prey, but as an equal. His offer could change her fate—or end it.

Caught between two worlds and two loves, Nora must decide who she really is…
and what she’s willing to become.

Because the way they look at her—
might be the thing that saves her… or destroys her.

Riley Brooks knows heartbreak.

As a gifted witch and rare Heartcrafter, she can brew a potion for almost anything the heart gets wrong. Her tiny shop, "The Remedy & Ruin", is supposed to be her quiet path toward independence.

Then Ryan Reed walks through her door.
He's a powerful fae, an academy golden boy, and the most irritating person Riley has ever met. Worse, her magic can't read him.

Soon he's everywhere: in her classes, at her shop, beside her at the café, and somehow becoming the person she trusts most.

Riley can fix almost anyone else's heart.

She just isn't sure what to do when hers starts beating for the one person she can't understand.

I was never supposed to survive my sixteenth birthday. Born without the ability to shift into my wolf form like every other werewolf in my pack, I was branded a freak—a mistake that shouldn't exist. My parents tried to hide me, desperate to protect me from judgment, but isolation only deepened the wound. When they were murdered in front of me during a transformation I couldn't control, everyone blamed me. I blamed myself. The pack hunted me like the predator they thought I was, forcing me into the city where I shed my old name and became someone new.
For five years, I survived as a human nurse, helping people, trying to balance the blood on my hands with acts of compassion. But the past always catches up. When a dangerous man with cold eyes and secrets darker than mine saves my life, everything shatters. He knows what I am. He knows what I can do. And he's determined to use me for something that could destroy everything I've built. His name is Alex Bush, and he's not what he seems—a crime boss with connections to a world I thought I'd left behind forever.
Now I'm caught between two worlds—the pack that wants me dead and a man who might be the only one who understands my darkness. As I uncover the truth about my family's death, I realize nothing is what it seemed. My parents' murder wasn't the accident everyone claimed. There's a larger conspiracy, a network of people who knew exactly what I was and wanted me. Alex offers protection, but his price is steep: help him infiltrate an underground operation that traffics in rare supernatural beings, people. The real monsters aren't the ones who can shift into wolves. They're the ones who hide behind human faces.

For seventeen years, Selena Duskbane lived as the cursed Omega—weak, wolfless, and blamed for every tragedy that befell her pack. Locked away, starved, beaten, and despised, she believed her miserable fate was sealed—until the night she was dragged to the black market to be sold as a slave.

But fate had other plans.

Alpha Kael Blackwood, ruthless leader of the Shadow Pack and sworn enemy of her father, storms into her prison. He doesn’t just break her chains—he claims her as his mate. His touch awakens the wolf she never knew existed and a power that terrifies everyone who once mocked her. For the first time, Selena feels what it means to be cherished, protected, and wanted.

Yet love is never simple. Kael carries a dangerous secret: he was ordered to kill her in exchange for the crown. And Selena’s bloodline hides an even darker truth—she is no ordinary wolf but the forbidden child of vampire and Alpha blood, destined to either unite the races or destroy them all.

As betrayal, bloodshed, and war erupt, Selena must choose: embrace the cursed power within her and fight for the mate who risked everything to save her, or surrender to the darkness that wants her dead.

Bound by love. Hunted by blood. Destined for war.
Selena Duskbane will rise from the ashes of her suffering—and the world will never be the same.

In the kingdom of Kingdom of Valedria, the greatest tragedy was the disappearance of a princess.
Eighteen years ago, the infant daughter of King Lucien Auremont and Queen Seraphina Auremont vanished during a bloody night of fire and betrayal. The kingdom mourned her death.
But the lost princess never died.
Raised under the name Eva Laurent by a humble bakery family near the royal capital, Eva grows up far from silk gowns and jeweled crowns, unaware that royal blood flows through her veins.
Until fate drags her into the palace she was born in.
Forced to work as a servant beneath glittering chandeliers and watchful nobles, Eva becomes entangled in dangerous royal secrets—and in the path of the one man she was never supposed to meet.
Prince Cassian Valmont.
The cold and devastatingly handsome prince of Kingdom of Asterra arrives in Valedria for one purpose:
To marry the kingdom’s beloved royal daughter, Lady Rosalie Valeir, and unite two powerful kingdoms.
But before Cassian ever saw the palace…
he met a mysterious girl in the forest.
Eva.
Now trapped inside the palace walls, Eva must hide her growing feelings for a prince destined to marry another woman, while whispers of a forgotten prophecy begin surfacing through the kingdom.
Because someone inside the palace knows exactly who she is.
And he has been waiting for her return.
Behind sacred prayers and holy robes, Lord Darius Valthor watches from the shadows—guarding ancient secrets stained with blood, obsession, and forbidden darkness.
The moment the truth about the lost princess is revealed…
crowns will fall,
kingdoms will burn,
and hearts will be destroyed.
For in Valedria, love may be the most dangerous secret of all.

Aurelia, princess of the Light Fae Clan, sacrificed everything to save Caleb, a young noble cursed with blood plague. She fed him her golden life‑blood, bound herself with a silence spell to hide imperial secrets, and swore to protect him forever—even if it cost her freedom.
Blinded by false accusations and manipulated by a cruel dark witch, Caleb turned on the woman who gave him life. He chained her with deadly cold iron, tore out her Life Core, imprisoned her in a freezing basement, and watched his beloved’s younger brother die by his own hand.
When Aurelia unleashes the forbidden stardust self‑destruction curse and fades into glowing ashes, Caleb finally uncovers the terrible truth. Drowning in endless regret and self‑loathing, he embarks on a brutal path of atonement—punishing the witch, saving the last surviving Fae, and torturing himself for years.
But some sins can never be washed away.Some saviors never return.And the noble who killed his Fae savior will pay with his life.

My son died on his fifth birthday, waiting for a father who never showed up.
I found out why at the lake—Cole had his mistress pinned against the boathouse wall while our five-year-old took his last breath alone in a clinic bed.
Selene was pregnant. Selene was Grayridge. And Selene knew exactly what she'd done to my son before I ever said a word about a curse.
Cole hit me for defending myself. Then he threatened to strip my title if I touched her again.
Fine. He wants to protect his mistress? He can do it broke.
Every dollar that rebuilt this town came from my family—and I'm taking it all back, starting with the ranch he thinks is his.
But the bone shard I found in my son's jacket says this isn't over.
It says someone wanted him dead before he turned five.

She was disowned by her own father the king, he tried to kill her, for being different as a normal human, so he sent her to the forest to die.
But that was the beginning of her fate, rescued by her fated soul mate, the alpha king, he was a lonely soul before she came in, he hides his feelings for her untill, it became clearer, she never forgive her family and planed for her return, but before then she mastered her power alongside with her soul mate.

Phoebe is a young beautiful girl with a whore mother and an ex-convict father after they leave their children, Phoebe is left with two of her siblings to care for, she also had to clear her father's gambling debts after his disappearance, Phoebe would go any length to make sure they are happy even with her health condition, the man who caused her pain years ago is back in her life but now her life is more complicated with indispensable responsibilities as she was involved in a contract, will she be able to get back with him?

When he was alive, Owen loved me so much he’d give his life for me. Yet, as for his death, I was as cold as a mere bystander.
At the funeral, his family slapped me, clawed at my throat, called me a man-eating black widow. Every last one of them turned on me, eyes red, demanding the same thing: Who killed Owen?
I didn't say a word.
My ten-year-old son went into cardiac arrest right there and was rushed to the ER — and still I said nothing.
Not until that voice cut through the crowd.
"I killed Owen."
I slowly raised my eyes.
After staying silent for so long… maybe it was finally time to tell the truth.

When my roommate Sutton woke up from a wet dream, she was literally glowing. She claimed it was the most mind-blowing romantic experience of her life—the man’s silhouette, his scent, his body heat felt impossibly real.
Even crazier? When she checked her phone, there was a strange new number saved in her contacts. It belonged to the man from her dream.
While the rest of us shrieked about destiny, our moody roommate Jessamine just stared at the screen and dropped a chilling warning: "Things that come looking for you in dreams should stay buried."
We all wrote her off as a jealous freak.
That is, until I started noticing Sutton’s face growing more haggard by the day—and the fact that her "perfect boyfriend" refused to speak a single word to her.

"I, Selena, hereby formally reject Carlos as my mate."
For ten years, I had bled for the Shadow Pack.
As its Luna, I secretly used my own blood every night to maintain the protective barrier over our territory. Yet in the eyes of my fated mate, Alpha Carlos, none of my sacrifices were worth a single tear from my foster sister, Lilith.
To soothe Lilith's so-called "fragile constitution," he coldly burned the only thing my lost pup had left behind in this world.
When Lilith put on a pathetic little poisoning act, he stripped me of my Luna signet ring in front of everyone, taking away the very symbol of my status.
And on that bitter, snow-filled night when my foster mother was fighting for her life, Carlos ignored me as I knelt before him and begged. He ordered every Healer to attend to Lilith, who claimed she was suffering from "chest pain," and even locked me and my dying foster mother inside the lightless Frozen Prison.
When my foster mother's body finally went cold in my arms, the last piece of my battered heart died with her.
At dawn, when the arrogant Alpha pushed open the prison door, fully expecting to find me begging for mercy like I always had, all he heard was the sharp, unmistakable sound of the protective barrier shattering.
I destroyed with my own hands the barrier that had protected this hypocritical pack for ten years.
Then I severed the mate bond tying my soul to his without the slightest hesitation and walked away into the raging snow, never looking back.
Carlos had always believed I had nothing.
He thought I would never be able to leave him.
But he never knew that when a wolf has been trampled into the dirt and finally casts aside the weakness that held her back, even Death itself has to step aside.

The club is dragging everyone out to a tomb Blair Whitmore's family dug up in Egypt, and nobody asked if this was a good idea.

She even brings some so-called expert along. Everyone crowds around the dark opening, practically shaking with excitement.

I'm the only one who tries to stop it.

"There's a mechanism in there. It's dangerous. We shouldn't go in. We need to report it to the antiquities authority first."

They just laugh at me.

"God, Blair, you're unbelievable. Untouched site like this and you just land it."

"Right, and some people never say two words all semester and now they want in on the action."

My palms are sweating. They don't know I come from a family of manuscript conservators. I grew up surrounded by dead languages and schematics for ancient mechanisms. What nobody else can read, I read clearly.

The stele at the entrance is carved with Egyptian hieroglyphs, and the warning is not subtle:

Whoever enters here will lose their soul to the void, and their bones will turn to dust.

"I never thought I'd get tangled up with Ethan Reid. He was everything I hated — arrogant, smug, and always under my skin. And when he came to me with that stupid and cocky grin of his, and dared to call me his "Baby"?

I thought the fake dating would be a simple way to make our exes jealous, but the universe had other plans. I'm not the type to follow anyone's rules, let alone his. But something in his eyes made it so impossible to disobey. His touch? It was harder to resist. He was determined, so determined to prove that he could make me bend, make me fall for him. I never expected to want to. And I never expected that he'd become the one person I needed to fight for.

He may have started out as my enemy, but now? He's the one thing I can't live without.

Her husband only touched her when he needed an heir.
It took her vanishing for him to finally see her.
For five years as Alpha Kieran’s wife, Mira nearly died giving him a daughter—and received nothing but disdain from him and his family for bearing the “wrong” heir.
With every cold, calculated touch, she felt less like a mate and more like a vessel. A useful womb, kept only because the woman he truly loved couldn’t risk pregnancy.
The final betrayal? Her own daughter, slowly turned against her.
So Mira did the one thing they never expected:
She disappeared.
Now she’s back—not as the pleading Luna they broke, but as a force they can’t control. And when her eyes meet Kieran’s, there’s no warmth left. Only ice.
Watch an Alpha unravel as the woman he shattered becomes the one he can never have again.
Some regrets last forever.
This one is his.

"Honey, it's time to make a baby~"

"You're crazy, Adira. Get lost!"


Two CEOs got into an arranged marriage for convenience. One is a strong-willed woman who doesn’t believe in love. The other is a cold-hearted man who was rejected by his unrequited love.

Adira Hale and Chadwick McElroy appear to be perfect in front of many. They are rich, influential, leaders, and good-looking. People said that they are the best couple, a match made by heaven. But the truth is far from the imaginary perfect romance that one could think of.

Adira only married Chadwick in order to get pregnant. All she desires is his body and not his affection. Meanwhile, Chadwick despises the idea of sharing the bed with his wife just because he’s still in love with another woman.

Is there a chance for love to bloom between temptation and betrayal?

All my life, my greatest desire has been to gain recognition—not as a "silver-fur from a small pack," but as a respected healer, and a mate who is more than just a name on a mating bond.
I once thought that in the cold Blackmane Pack, I could find a glimmer of hope through Lucian's gentle courtship and the elders' recognition of our fated mate bond. But when I walked into the Moon Gathering, all I saw was him dancing with Mira under the full moon, while pack members whispered, "She will never be our Alpha female." Mira even stepped closer, her voice laced with malice: "Everyone is hoping he forgets about you... and so am I."
Betrayal, isolation, the shattering of all illusions. On the night after the coronation ceremony, I huddled in the corner of the cave, tears soaking the animal hide. Yet I still clung tightly to my herb house and persisted in my healing work—even though Lucian treated me like a stranger.
But fate loves to rub salt in wounds. Once, when I followed the hunting party to gather silver-leaf grass, Mira "accidentally" pushed me into the icy river. I watched Lucian leap into the water, only to swim straight toward her, leaving me to cling desperately to the rocks alone. His voice was as cold as the river water: "Seraphina! Hold on!"
My fingers tightened around the slippery stone, but my heart was colder than the river itself. Did our mate bond really mean nothing to him?

Strength is everything in our world. I was born without it.
My name is Maeve Nightwhisper—the royal family’s shame. I can’t shift. I don’t heal like a true Alpha. I was never meant to rule. That future belonged to my twin brother, Reeve.
Until he was poisoned the night before enrolling at Lycan Spirit Academy.
If the academy discovers the heir is dead, our uncle Garson claims the throne by dawn.
So I bury my brother and become him.
I cut my hair, bind my chest, suppress my scent, and enter the all-male academy under Reeve’s name. One injury that heals too slowly, one slip in the communal showers, one crack in my control, and I’m exposed.
The academy is a battlefield disguised as a school. Ranking matches are merciless. Alphas dominate or get crushed. I can’t overpower them, so I awaken the Forbidden Arts—an outlawed technique once practiced only by women of my bloodline.
They call me weak.
Until I start winning.
Now Alaric, the Academy’s Sword Bearer, watches me like prey. Dorian, the potions prodigy, looks at me like a secret he’s desperate to uncover.
Then the Mate Bond snaps.
If they discover I’m Maeve...
The throne won’t be the only thing I lose.

I was once the most exquisite rose in New York's underworld.
Leander Castello's wife. The mafia godfather's treasured queen. The woman everyone envied.
I thought he would be my salvation, my forever.
Until he snapped me in half with his own hands and threw me into the filthiest pit like trash.
He said he needed to teach me what betrayal costs.
So I was handed over to the Mexican cartel boss, Carlos.
Six months later, when he kicked down that iron door, I was on my knees in a pool of blood, crawling toward his feet like a beaten dog.
I thought he was just another client.
I opened my mouth, revealing my shattered teeth, forcing sounds like grinding metal through vocal cords destroyed by industrial acid.
I mechanically unbuttoned my shirt, displaying the crisscrossing cigarette burns and brands covering my skin.
I knocked my forehead against his shoe, silently begging him not to use the hose on me today.
He stared at my mutilated right leg, at my vacant eyes, and finally understood—
That rose had rotted away on the cartel's operating table, along with our child.
What's left now is just a living corpse.

"Lucien. Do you accept this St... sorry." The elder quickly apologized for his drunken slip up, "This 'woman' " his disdainful gaze darted towards Aria as he said that, "as your mate?"
"I, Lucien Vine, once alpha of this great Clawhold, take this...Woman." He started his vow, his pause deliberate as he glanced at Aria, "To be the Luna of my house. I vow no love, no care. Just duty and nothing else."
"And you, Aria Thorne?" he drawled, his speech coming out slurred, "Do you accept – "
"I do." Aria replied quickly. Too quickly.
Aria Thorne was born into a pack that treated her like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken."
Her only chance at escape? A forced marriage to a fallen Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh.
Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he's a shadow, crippled and discarded by the very pack he once led and bled for.
Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha forced him to wed a StillBlood. She was nothing more than one more curse.
However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha.
Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?

Phoenix Kade grew up in the Shatterlands, a place where mutants hunt the living and hope dies fast. He should have died too. The First World’s nuclear apocalypse was supposed to wipe out every human outside the Celestial Marches. Yet Ashen survived, and the secret behind that survival is something the gods never wanted uncovered.

When a band of mercenaries drags him into their fight, Ashen is thrown into a world filled with Netherborn monsters, metahuman killers, and the warring powers of Solmir Peak and the Voidspire. Determined to rise above the ruins of his birth, he claws his way into Aurion’s Gate, the shining capital of the Celestial Marches, protected by the Temple of the Skyfather.

The city is paradise on the surface. In truth, its light hides corruption deeper than anything in the wastes.

Phoenix endures brutal training, becomes a junior demon hunter, and finally earns a place in a world that hates him. Then the real chaos begins. The Nullstar Sect, the Red Covenant, and agents of the Voidspire all strike from the shadows. War erupts between the Celestial Marches and the Shatterlands, and Lord Vaelen Stroud seizes control of the holy armies.

Phoenix must choose who he is. A weapon of the Marches, or a son of the Shatterlands.

Broken but unyielding, he returns home and builds Evergreen Bastion, a last haven for anyone the gods left behind. But Aurion’s Gate wants the Shatterlands crushed before they rise again, and the armies of the Radiant Concord are already marching.

Phoenix Kade will stand alone if he must.

Against gods. Against monsters. Against fate itself.

Because the Shatterlands are done kneeling.

The letter arrived while I was fighting a burnt piece of toast.
There was no name on the envelope, but I knew where it came from—Star Ring Academy. A place I thought only existed in my mother's diary. A place that could teach me to control my magic. A place where I wouldn't have to keep pretending to be "normal."
What I didn't expect was that this place had its own marked person too.
Kain Ashworth. Every student and teacher avoided him. They said he was a curse. Dangerous. That everyone who got close would disappear.
So when he sat alone in the last row, I walked over and sat down next to him.
Everyone thought I'd lost my mind. But they didn't know that I understood loneliness—the kind where the whole world turns its back on you—better than anyone.
Then, out of nowhere, he recognized my last name. And he said to me: "You and I are the same kind of people."
I didn't quite understand. Was he saying he knew my secret?

Ronan Blackthorne gets the same coffee every morning. Black, no sugar. From the same girl who doesn't even know he's worth billions. Annabelle thinks he's just another suit with good tips and a nice smile. She has no clue he owns half of Manhattan.

Here's the thing though, Ronan's got a problem. His dead father just screwed him over big time. Turns out daddy had a secret daughter somewhere, and she owns 35% of everything Ronan thought was his. Now he's hunting this mystery girl down because his psychotic mother Victoria won't shut up about finding her and making the problem disappear.

The barista he's falling for is the girl he's looking for.

He was the stranger who saved her that night.

She never saw his face.

She never learned his name.

But she never forgot the kiss.

After losing her job and discovering her fiancé in bed with another woman, Emma Brooks leaves Los Angeles with a broken heart and one goal: start over.

She moves to her grandmother’s small town, expecting peace and a fresh beginning.

Instead, she meets Ryder Kane.

The arrogant biker is everything she can't stand. Reckless, infuriating, and far too good at getting under her skin. Their first encounter ends badly. Their next one is worse.

Yet somehow, Ryder keeps showing up whenever Emma needs him.

And despite her better judgment, she begins falling for the man she swore she would never want.

But Ryder has secrets.

Secrets that connect him to the mysterious stranger from Emma's past.

Secrets that could tear apart everything she believes about her family.

And when Emma finally discovers the truth, she will have to face the one question she never expected to ask:

Can she love the man who saved her... when he may also be the man who destroyed her life?

Mara Vale knew how to save ruined things.

Rotten silk. Smoke-stained lace. Wedding gowns torn by jealous hands or careless lovers. In the old brick shop her mother had left her, Mara could lift a century of dirt from a veil and make every hidden stitch disappear.

But on the night of her own wedding, there was nothing she could save.

Her fiance was in the hotel bridal suite with her stepsister. Her father called her ungrateful when she refused to smile through the betrayal. By midnight, Mara had lost her groom, her family, and the deed to the shop that carried her mother's name.

Then rain drove her into a garage on the wrong side of downtown, where a dangerous young mechanic caught her before she hit the concrete.

Dante Cross smelled like motor oil, wore a dirty white tank under his coveralls, and looked at Mara as if he had been waiting eight years to find her.

Everyone thought he was poor.

Everyone was wrong.

And when Mara's enemies dragged her onto a livestream and called her a thief in front of fifty thousand strangers, the man from the garage stepped between her and the slap meant to break her.

He did not ask permission.

He simply said, "Touch her again, and find out who owns this street."

My three-year-old daughter hides behind the sofa whenever I try to hold her now.

“Mommy is scary,” she whispers, clutching her stuffed bear like a shield.

I thought it was just a toddler’s overactive imagination.

Until I checked the camera feed in my own bedroom.

I watched a woman who looked exactly like me step out of the shadows of our antique mirror, slip into my husband’s bed, and kiss him.

Gianna Flores is a very beautiful amd intelligent girl who has a painful past which she is trying to forget. Her past makes her shield herself from the world and creating a giant wall between her and everyone around her except her family. Alexander McQueen is every girl's dream boyfriend,he has a dream of becoming a musician which is Father doesn't agree to. Alexander and his family move to a new neighborhood to start afresh meaning Alexander had to change into a new college. Discover how Alexander and Gianna path cross ways and the changes they bring into each other's life and also the unexpected feelings that come up. Watch out in this intriguing story. * * *