9403 Book(s) Related to married to the cursed alpha

Do you have someone couldn’t forget in high school?
The boy who keeps disturbing you to attract your attention? You hate him a lot.
But several years later, you meet him again, will everything is the same as before or will the hate become love between your two?


When Hailey goes back home to the small town where she grew up for a vacation, she is expecting everything that a reunion could bring.

Meeting her parents again after a long time, had a happy time with her family, dealing with relatives she didn't like.

However, she wasn't expecting to meet Boris Stern again, the guy who had bullied her in high school.

And she definitely wasn't expecting a rollercoaster romance to begin.

"I'm six weeks pregnant with Asher's baby," my husband's mistress texted me, attaching a photo of a torn condom wrapper on my husband’s desk.
"If he really loved you, what am I?"
I just called a secret number.
"Are you sure you want to activate the Ghost Protocol?" my brother asked over the encrypted line.
"Once done, your identity is erased. You will cease to exist."
"Do it," I replied coldly.
My billionaire husband thinks he can keep his perfect marriage and his wild mistress.
He has no idea that his gentle, low-profile wife is actually the most dangerous princess of the New York Mafia.
I gave him a 15-day countdown.
On the final day, he opened his "anniversary gift"—only to find his cheating evidence and a house completely emptied of my existence.
He tore the city apart looking for me, going insane.
But how do you find a woman who never legally existed?

I died the day I caught my fiancé cheating.

I had walked in on my cousin and my fiancé, completely naked in the backseat of a brand-new Porsche. It was a car bought with stolen money—embezzled from the estate of my recently deceased grandmother, Margaret.

Panic had set in the moment I discovered them. To stop me from calling the cops, he slammed his foot on the gas.

As a pool of warm blood spread beneath my head, I heard him lying to the first responders: "She’s mentally unstable. She threw herself right in front of the car."

I died exactly like that—labeled a hysterical, suicidal woman.

But just when I thought it was all over, my eyes snapped open.

The hot blood that had just blurred my vision, the shattering agony in my bones—it was all gone.

He was the gentlest male nurse in the hospital, and it took him three years to fall in love with a woman of exceptional talent.

She was the most dazzling female director of the cardiothoracic surgery department, and she was used to his humble flattery and took his efforts for granted.

Three years of companionship couldn't outweigh a single word: "Get lost."

When he finally left, heartbroken, she realized—

The "little nurse" she used to dislike had long since become the most important person in her life.

Some loves, once lost, are lost forever.

Some missed opportunities are regrets that can never be undone.

For three whole years, as the "partner" of the bourgeois empress Victoria, I remained the most docile shadow of her business empire. Everyone thought I was a beautifully kept ornament, but only I knew that beneath this glittering facade, every shadow was a chaotic situation I had quelled with my own blood and flesh. It wasn't
until she used her daughter's final resting place as leverage to appease her lover that I realized that marriage was nothing more than a deceptive hunt.
Now, I'm going to recoup the costs.

A falling planter knocked me out after a fight with my lifelong rival. When I woke up, I remembered everything. But I decided to play dumb and fake amnesia—figured it was the perfect excuse to fleece him for some cash.
“Who are you?” I asked.
Nathan Cole looked shocked for a second, then lied through his teeth“Your boyfriend. We've been together for eight years.”
Wait, what?!
He glanced at my mouth. “Want a kiss? Might jog your memory.”
The audacity of this man.
I'd been after his money. Apparently, he was after my lips.

Since when is eating a snack before dinner a capital crime? All because of a bag of gummies, my parents beat the hell out of me, and a judge coldly sentenced me to death. I was absolutely convinced the candy was laced! It wasn't until moments before my execution that I accidentally found out the truth: my family... were never actually my family to begin with.

I've been married to my husband Jake for three years. In that time, I've been pregnant twice.

But each time, I lost the baby.

What took my children wasn't a medical condition, but a painting.

A black bird, painted by Jake's ten-year-old blind brother, Billy.

My in-laws claimed he had the gift—a psychic born with sight beyond sight. And the black bird was an omen. It marked my baby as cursed, a threat to the family.

To save my second child, I got the best amniocentesis report money could buy, proving the baby had no genetic defects.

It happened again anyway.

At three in the morning, I woke to the agony of another miscarriage and stumbled to the studio door.

That's when I found out the truth.

Hearing my sister Vanessa’s tearful pleas over the phone, a chill ran down my spine.
In my past life, my soft heart led me to take in my niece, Skylar. I gave her everything, only to have my family destroyed—my daughter died of anaphylactic shock, my in-laws perished, and I was killed in a car crash.
Reborn, I refused to make the same mistakes. I immediately moved my kind-hearted in-laws into my home and firmly shut the door on Skylar.
Yet my husband, Ethan, sympathized with the "poor girl" and constantly accused me of being cold and selfish.
My sister schemed at every turn, trying to force the burden of raising Skylar onto my shoulders, while Skylar's own behavior felt deeply unsettling.
Everyone urged me to be generous and kind, but only I knew that the price of mercy this time would once again be my entire family.

The day I woke from the coma, the man I'd loved for seven years handed me to someone else.
I could have exposed him with one sentence. I didn't.
Dorian and I had been together since college. His best friend Silas had never once pretended to like me.
But that day, Dorian stood at my bedside, pointed at Silas, and said, "He's your boyfriend."
And nobody in that room thought there was anything wrong with that.
I believed him. At least, I made it look that way.
That night, I moved into Silas's villa — and then I heard the phone call.

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.

My daughter was murdered on her eleventh birthday during a brutal snuff livestream on the dark web.

The chat was flooded with the sick revelry and obscene tips of twisted buyers.

"Break her legs a little more."
"I want to hear her cry out."

Lying in a pool of blood, my daughter cried out in sheer despair: "Mom... save me... it hurts so much..."

Watching my daughter take her last breath amid violent convulsions, I clawed at my own fingers until they were torn and bloody.

The police told me it was her elegant ballet instructor, Serena, who had sent her to hell. And the one who helped Serena cover her tracks was my husband, David.

In my utter despair, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been thrown back to the very day I was supposed to take my daughter to her ballet class.

Sitting in the passenger seat, dressed in her ballet tutu, my daughter looked at me with eyes full of anticipation.

"Hurry up, Mom. Ms. Serena said we're rehearsing the solo for Swan Lake today."

The blood in my veins instantly ran cold.

The night before graduation, a confession post blew up the school forum:
“Daphne, I’m gonna rip up my Harvard offer onstage during commencement to confess to you—my whole college future as my love token.”
The OP bragged nonstop in the comments that he’d locked down the state’s only full-ride Harvard scholarship, his admission was a done deal, and graduation was nothing but a meaningless formality anyway.
The attached photo showed their interlaced hands. That old burn scar on his forearm—the one he’d claimed he got saving me—stared back like a chain that’s trapped me for ten years straight.
I poured every cent, every spare hour and all my academic resource just to get him into Harvard. I even voluntarily stepped down from the scholarship race and passed the spot to him.
This childhood sweetheart who’d sworn we’d go to Harvard together only hours ago threw every promise out the window for a rich transfer student, willing to gamble both our futures just for a dramatic grand gesture.
I shut the forum tab, pulled up my email to the scholarship committee.
I’m formally taking back the scholarship spot I gave up！

On the day I gave birth to my daughter, Iris, my husband Hollis pushed open the hospital room door, dragging a four-year-old boy by the arm. Eyes red and welling with tears, he said, "Look who I brought home."
My mother-in-law wept tears of joy. My son, Felix—who supposedly died in the winery fire five months ago—had returned "from the dead."
The whole room was crying over this miracle, but my blood ran cold: since the second he walked through that door, Hollis hadn't spared a single glance at our newborn daughter.
I secretly collected a DNA sample from the boy and sent it for expedited testing. The results confirmed it: this wasn't my son at all. He was Hollis’s illegitimate child with another woman.
That same night, I pulled up the nursery's hidden camera footage and watched with my own eyes as this man injected poison into Iris’s breast milk. Soon after, he brazenly moved his mistress—my personal assistant—into my home.
A towering wave of hatred consumed me. I swore I would make them pay in blood...

My daughter died on her fifth birthday.
Her first real wish—the first one she was old enough to make herself—was to go to the beach with Daddy.
Gideon promised he would take her.
She waited for him all day. She was still asking for him when she took her last breath.
He never came.
I brought her ashes to the beach she'd always dreamed of. Let her finally see the ocean.
That's when I heard it—a woman's moan, low and breathy, coming from behind the rocks.
Then his voice. Then his name on her lips.
"Between me and Lily, who do you love more?"
"You. Obviously."
He was fucking his mistress on our daughter's dream beach—while I stood there holding her ashes.
When I finally confronted them, I didn't get an apology. I got a slap across the face.
And when his mistress caught my eye and smiled, I realized something.
She knew exactly when my daughter would die.

My husband had been traveling a lot lately. Intuition told me he was cheating.
I kept quiet. For his birthday, I gifted him AirPods—secretly linked to my backup Apple ID.
At 10:00 p.m., his "Find My" location wasn't heading to the airport. It had stopped at a decade-abandoned lumber yard.
I floored it, obsessed with catching them in bed.
But when I arrived, I only found a corpse.

My mother only ever made the bedtime tea for me. Never my brother—just me, every night, because I was the gifted one, the daughter she "worried about."
The night before the scholarship exam, my one shot at college, she brought me a cup like always.
The next day I collapsed in the middle of the test. I'd never been sick a day in my life. I failed.
Don't worry, she said. We'll try again next year. And every single night, she kept making me that tea.
Second year, I went down again. Third year, again. Three times I sat that exam, three times my body quit at the worst possible moment.
The whole town started calling me the girl who faints. The genius who cracks. The family joke.
And my brother—who copied my homework and never read a book to the end—somehow walked away with everything.
I never understood why my body fell apart every time it mattered.
This was my last chance. For days I barely ate, terrified it would happen again.
Then, the night before the exam, my mother walked in with a cup of tea…

I came back to New York for one reason: to meet the man my mother arranged for me to marry.
I never made it to dinner.
His "sister"—the woman he'd been protecting since childhood, the one he clearly loved more than he'd ever love a fiancée he'd never met—snatched a twelve-thousand-dollar dress out of my hands at a Fifth Avenue boutique and had me thrown out. When I called him about it, he told me I should be grateful to be marrying into his family at all. Then he hung up.
An hour later, she accused me of stealing her ring. Had me pinned against the wall. Told his men to strip me down and film it for "evidence."
Nico laughed when I told him the whole Ferrante family would answer for this.
"With what? You?"
My name is Sera Vitti.
That's all I'll say.

My boyfriend, Don Liam, took a bullet meant for his stepsister Violet when her ex-husband opened fire on her.
After waking from a coma, he remembered everyone in the world—except me.
Yet under the pretext of responsibility, he continued our seven-year secret relationship.
I thought he was trying to remember me.
Until my twenty-fifth birthday turned into his wedding to his stepsister.
“I’m not related to her by blood. Our marriage is perfectly reasonable.”
So it turned out he just didn’t know how to get rid of me.

Ten years ago, on the day my family was destroyed, Ezra Ashford promised to marry me.
Ten years passed. He refused to honor that promise, and he refused to mark me. The feral instincts in my blood were growing wilder by the day, pushing me to the brink of madness—yet he turned around, announced his engagement to Ophelia, the beloved daughter of the Silvermane Pack, and casually sold me off to Rhysand, a scarred, half-burned monster who cleaned corpses for a living.
On his wedding night, Ezra actually abandoned Ophelia, kicking down my door in his tailored tuxedo.
Only to freeze in his tracks.
I sat naked on the edge of the bed. Rhysand, the supposedly lowly corpse cleaner, had me wrapped in his arms. The bite mark on the back of my neck was still bleeding.

His breath comes out sharp. “You’re so fucking full of yourself it's ridiculous.”
“You haven’t told me to stop,” I murmur.
His fingers twitch like he wants to hit me or grab me, maybe both.
He turns his head away like he’s trying to find oxygen, but I can see it, the flush in his neck, the pulse beating fast under my thumb, the way his body gives him away even while his mouth keeps lying.
I press my body into his, chest to chest, heat to heat.
“You want to hate me. Fine. Hate me all you want. But don’t fucking lie to yourself. Don’t pretend your cock doesn’t get hard every time I say your name.”
He groans, a sound caught between frustration and need.

Xander never meant to get involved. Two years ago he stumbled into an alley and locked eyes with a stranger beating someone bloody.
That stranger was Jax.
Since then, he's found himself thinking of the guy an unhealthy amount. He was a fantasy for two whole years...until he wasn't. Now they circle each other like fire and gasoline...sparking, burning, never quite touching without leaving marks. Xander isn’t used to being overpowered. But Jax dominates like he was born to, and Xander hates how much he craves it.
It’s push and pull. Bite and bleed. Want and denial.....
Jax hides behind silence and shadows. A violent past, darker urges, walls built out of barbed wire. But Xander keeps digging, keeps fucking showing up, and that scares Jax more than anything. Because Xander isn’t just scratching the surface.
He’s reaching in and pulling Jax apart. And the deeper they fall, the more dangerous it gets.
✨He was supposed to be a pastime. Not a craving. But some obsessions don’t burn out. They burn through.✨

It took her five years to follow her own wishes and marry him. Yet he sold her to the Resorts World LA, killed their baby with his own hands...... What he did reduced her to the unprecedented misery and uncountable unhappiness. However, when she finally got rid of her love for him, which was like a poisonous thorn, he changed his mind and begged her to stay as if he"s gone mad. But for her, none of them mattered--love or reputation. He"d rather die than crawl back to the grave he built for her!

Warning! Mature Content
“Once you’ve had a taste of an apple,” Prince Krai said, licking his lips.
His contrasting colored pupils shone with mischief as they considered her flustered appearance.
“You cannot resist devouring the rest”
Reya’s eyes widened in shock, her bosom heaving from what had just transpired between the two of them.
She pressed her fingers to her lips with widened eyes, still disbelieving that he had kissed her.
“You are one to talk of manners considering how you would not stop emphasizing about knowing what a man’s touch feels like. Clearly,” he gestured towards her uncollected frame.
“You know nothing about pleasure...”


Only a month ago, Reya was content with being the Most Revered Doctor of the Red Dragon clan.
But Everything is turned upside down as she is offered a seat in the Great Parliament.
Even worse, she is mated to the Twin Princes of the Dragon Kingdom.
As the prospective Queen of The Dragon Kingdom, Reya is entrusted with a difficult task that even the Great Parliament has been unable to decide on.
She must choose who will be the Next Dragon King between the Golden And Perfect Prince Krainen Aidan Drago and The Dark and Brooding Prince Armani Suiren Drago.
However, her unforgiving past refuses to let her go.
Three contenders, Two Royal Alphas but there can only be one Dragon King...

When I woke up, my mom's body was cold. The color was drained from her half-opened eyes, and I could see no signs of life.
My father told me that she purposely drank poison to kill herself.
But that was a lie.
My mother would never kill herself; she would never leave me.
That night imprisoned me.

“It wasn’t a mistake,”
“What are you talking about, Jonathan?” I asked him.
“Arina, you are my mate. You were born to be my luna,” he said. His face showed no signs of humor.
“I wasn’t born to be anybody’s luna,” I shot back.
“Arina, I love you…” he spoke softly, still staring into my eyes. I could feel the wolf in me stirring; something that I had never felt before. She was awakening; the fire that burned so deep inside of me was beginning to flare.
“Love?” I heard myself saying. “There’s no such thing as love…” After everything I knew about “love”, what my mother went through when she married my father, love didn’t exist.
“Give me a chance to prove you wrong. Marry me.”

####WARNING This story will contain: Strong Sexual Content, Strong Language and Domestic Violence Scenes that may be triggering. Adult viewers only. #########

"I reject you, Amara. You are nothing but a breeder to me."

My first mate, Alpha Xavier, didn't just break my heart; he sentenced me to a fate worse than death—to be used as a womb and then killed. I ran into the forbidden forest, bleeding and broken, only to fall into the clutches of someone far worse.

Alpha Kael. The most ruthless killer in the lands.

I thought he was my salvation, my second chance mate. But he looked at me with cold, dead eyes and handed me a loaded gun. "Shoot me, or I kill you right now." I pulled the trigger, but I missed. Now, I am his prisoner, locked in his quarters, waiting for my execution. But why does he look at me with that dark hunger when he thinks I'm asleep?

Outcast and wolfless Amelia Hayes has been bullied her whole life. Before turning eighteen, she survives the fire, and her handsome alpha, Ryden Braxton, rejects and banishes her.

Two years later, she returns beautiful and strong, but she also brings threats to the pack. While Ryden wants to claim her, she’s also mystified by her constant sensual dreams of a stranger.
 
With werewolves dying in mysterious deaths, she has to entrust her secret to her mate— the power of fire within her that can cause more destruction than salvation.

When her past, which she has no memory of, pulls forward to her present, she becomes so drawn to a dangerous Alpha King Lucius with a primal instinct to claim her— the very same man in her dreams.
After too many betrayals in his pack, Ryden has to work with his ruthless rival to protect his mate against their formidable foe.

 Lucius has waited too long to reunite with Amelia, but he has to put his anger aside to get his revenge against the being who killed his wife and his entire pack twenty years ago.

With Amelia still bound to her past and present, will she choose between the two alphas who equally love her, or choose the one who sacrifices a lot for her to live?

"You were his Luna," Lucien’s voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine."
Evelara’s breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I’ll fall into your bed just because you’re the Supreme?"
A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You’ll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit… that I’m the bond he never deserved."
———————
Evelara Stormrune’s life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again.
But fate isn’t finished with her…
When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not—ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own.
Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole… or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel?

"I hate you."

Those were the last words my Alpha whispered before he severed our bond.

I believed our marriage was over.

I was wrong.

For two years, I thought Alpha Michael never loved me.

Every misunderstanding pushed us farther apart.

Every silence broke another piece of my heart.

While another woman slowly took my place.

But everything changed after the death of the Grand Alpha.

My mate began watching me.

Protecting me.

Holding me whenever I fell.

Looking at me like he was terrified of losing me.

If he hated me...

Why did he keep risking everything for me?

And why did everyone panic the moment I finally chose another future?

Have you ever had a crush on your best friend and you didn't dare confess...
That's my fate, my name is Amy and I had a secret crush on my best friend, the Alpha Prince of Westwood Pack.
I'd rather remain Jade's friend forever than lose him. That was my plan until my 18th birthday.
"Why am I mated to two?"
One is my best friend. The other is his enemy.
Jade shrugged. "Since the night I turned 18." Years of hiding while he broke hearts. When I begged for loyalty, he smirked: "I can't give up my free lifestyle."
So I let Nile in, gentle, devoted, everything Jade wasn't. Until I found his "parents' house" empty for five years. "No one has lived here," the neighbor said.
Now I'm caught between the mate who won't change and the mate who might not be real. And someone is hunting us, someone who wants the Alpha Prince dead.
Keeping my crush secret was simple. Choosing between two lies? That's tearing me apart.

Having lived as a slave for most of her life, Bea wasn’t surprised to find herself once again enslaved by another family. This time, however, to save her own neck, she must assume the identity of her former Master and marry her fiancé: the paralyzed Prince of the North, Dax.

Scarred from a night of fire and betrayal, Bea finds herself elevated to the position of Princess of an entire kingdom. Yet, the scars on her body were inflicted by the man she now calls husband.

Despite rumors of his mental incapacity, Dax proves himself far from brain-dead. Through Bea's care, he finds his voice and the strength to fulfill his destiny as a strong Alpha.

As they navigate battles and political intrigue, Dax and Bea strive to forge a powerful mated pair in the eyes of their Goddess. But will their bond be enough to thwart the machinations of a shadowy enemy? Can they earn the blessing of the Goddess and safeguard their people and newfound love?

Witness as the Shattered Throne blazes with the passion of its Hidden Rose.


He swallowed hard before another growl vibrated through his body. “Bea… Your scent. It’s driving my Wolf crazy.” She felt the bed move right before he pulled her legs over his arms so he could pull her heated core up to his mouth.

“Dax. I n-need you. It aches.” she gasped.

He stopped sucking and gently lowered her bottom back to the blanket.

His gaze met hers and with silver on blue eyes he and asked, “You need me?” There was a growl that grated along his words. “What do you need? Tell me, Bea.” He was on his knees now, looking down at her as he moved to hover over her naked form.”

Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her.

Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house.

I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless.

Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet.

I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen.

Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress.

I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.

At the top of a metropolis where tech corporations conceal ancient werewolf lineages, Rhaek Vorn commands with an iron fist and seduction. Alpha of one of the world’s largest corporate powers, he keeps a harem of submissive wolves and forges alliances through fear—until the past returns in flesh and blood.

Narelle Nox was handed to him while still young, exchanged for resources and protection, raised under his watch to one day be claimed. Marked in an ancestral ritual as his future fertile wolf, she escaped before her fate was sealed, pregnant and determined to disappear. But years later, she resurfaces as a beautiful, firm woman strategically positioned as a shareholder in Vorn's corporation, hiding her identity—and the child he never knew.

The reunion is a collision of past and present. Rhaek recognizes her. The blood calls for possession. Narelle refuses to bend. As the company becomes the stage for a silent battle between desire and power, the Alpha must contend with his current Luna, a threatened harem, and the wolf who bears his mark... but may destroy him from the inside out.

Evangeline was blackmailed to marry a ruthless Alpha in replacement of her sister. Anything she hated in her life was the werewolves. She had seen her father leaving her mother for another she-wolf.
Why?
Because her mother was a human and so is she!! Well, this was what everyone thought, including her.
Though her father loved her a lot despite her being a human, she never forgave him for the things which he did to her mother and stayed away from the pack and werewolves community.
Little did she know that she had to marry an Alpha just because her sister ran away from her wedding at the last moment.
Daniel Grint was the ruthless, heartless, and fearless Alpha. He never believed in mate or mate bond because of the circumstances he faced in his life. But he had to marry a stupid alpha daughter to strengthen his pack. He hated that idea from the beginning but he agreed for the sake of his pack.

Nineteen-year-old Thalia Thornewood has been raised in gilded isolation, her wolf nature suppressed, her life controlled by her mother Morrigan, the ruthless matriarch who rules Britain's werewolf packs with an iron fist. When Morrigan announces Thalia's engagement to Casimir Dragomir, the cold-blooded Alpha of Eastern Europe, Thalia has six weeks before she becomes a political pawn forever.
Then she meets Lucien Voss in Camden Market, and the mate bond hits like lightning. He's dangerous, beautiful, and utterly forbidden, because he's Casimir's cousin, sent by the rival Voss pack to assassinate her before the alliance can be sealed.
But Lucien can't kill his fated mate. Instead, he claims her, completing a bond that should never exist between wolves from enemy bloodlines.
Now Thalia is trapped between two impossible men: Casimir, who offers her a devil's bargain she doesn't understand, and Lucien, whose love could start a war that destroys thousands.

Abducted from her pack on the same night she was supposed to be damned to a hopeless marriage to the oldest Beta, Lana meets an even more dangerous fate.

Now in the custody of the most dangerous alpha heirs in the entire werewolves history, Lana's hell has just began.

Though twins, both alpha heirs are different in their own ways but Damian, he's too rogue to be an alpha.

After a one night stand, Lana is helped to escape by Liam but four years later, she's dragged in again, this time, the alphas desperately need to find their fated mates or lose their throne and she's a potential candidate.

What happens when they realise that the female they once maltreated is likely to be their mate? What if she refuses them? What if they loose their throne to her rejection? What if she's come for revenge?

And then, there's her biggest secret, a little boy, three years old and though tender, he possess real qualities of an alpha.

Read to find out what happens next.

Lana was Alpha's daughter, whose pack was destroyed by the traitors. Her mother died of illness, father got killed and the pack was dissolved. Lana found shelter in the Dark stone pack, where she lived as an abused slave.

Meanwhile, Alpha Sahan had been looking for a breeder because his lover couldn't conceive. Sold to the Alpha as a potential fertile breeder on her 18th birthday, Lana finds herself trapped in his castle.

A wolfless Lana somehow starts growing on Alpha Sahan. Lana soon realises that being wolfless was the least of her worries, when Lycan king claims her as his mate instead.

When Thelma Jonathan turns 21, strange things start happening around her and to her. She tries to figure out what is going on, and a psychic tells her that she is a witch, a very powerful one.
Hunters are after her and they will kill everything and everyone in their way to get to her. Thelma has always been told that the Jonathan’s were hunters. If the Jonathans are hunters, why would other hunters consider her, the offspring of a hunter, a threat?
Also, a darker force is after her. It wants to kill her in order to possess her powers and rule magic kind. But she has no clue what or who this dark force is, but to protect her family she must leave home. Only one person can protect her and her family, Kyle Logan (Kwaad). Now she discovers everything she ever thought to be just folk tale and fiction is real, including the handsome monster, Kwaad.


Kyle Logan(Kwaad) is a hybrid. Adopted and raised by a Leviathan, Ulrich Logan, who was lonely and because of his nature couldn’t marry or procreate. When he was about to ascend, he transferred some of his powers to Kyle, making him even stronger than he already was as a half werewolf and half vampire. With some Leviathan demon powers now in his blood, he became a legend. The Leviathan powers are beginning to eat him alive. To break the curse he needs to procreate. Only being who is powerful enough to carry his seed is a powerful pure blooded witch. Thelma is in danger, he can offer her shelter and protection in exchange of her being a surrogate for him and carrying his child.

After Lyra's dad handed her over to the Alpha's sons as a collateral to his debt, Lyra's life took a turn from bad to worse.

The three upcoming Alphas tormented her life in unimaginable ways giving her both pain and pleasure. Eventually, she found a chance to escape and she took it.

Five years later, she crossed paths with them again at her new office except this time she vowed to make their lives miserable and get her revenge.

Will Lyra be able to do it or will fate intervene along the path of vengeance?

Emily was taken at 15 when Alpha Riden killed her pack.
She fell in love with the alpha's son Ryan, but when he disappeared, her life got worse.
When ther here was no sign of the alpha and luna. Jeremy managed to save her.
But when alpha-ridden hunts Jeremy and her down. While Johnny decides to bring in an old friend.
Now she had to choose between revenge and love.

Warning : 21+

This story contains violence, sexual scenes, murder, suicide and weapons.

She felt suffocated, these two men didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. They fight just to show who is the strongest and who will give up first.

"Oh fuck..." Her moan turned into a wince when Jacob bit her earlobe. He wanted Ruby to pay more attention to him, instead of continuing to focus on Damian who kept getting her attention.

"Watch me!" Jacob whispered, breathing hard. However, when Ruby kissed Jacob, Damian looked annoyed and tried to divert her attention.

"Focus on me!" Damian asked. Ruby stopped kissing Jacob and kissed Damian again, who immediately caught and pulled her lips roughly.

Damian kiss her until it made it difficult for her to breathe, he did it on purpose so that Jacob wouldn't have the chance to kiss her again. Realizing that Damian seemed to be challenging him, Jacob immediately jerked his hips hard and the pressure that Lucia felt inside her body made her scream instantly.

"Aaagh..."

Jacob delivered an attack that forced Ruby to divert her attention from Damian. Seeing Ruby's reaction, Damian smiled with satisfaction. He didn't want Damian to think that he was the winner.

They changed positions, it seemed Ruby was still reluctant to give up. Her passion is still too high and she will keep doing it until she is completely satisfied.


Returning to Henderson to improve relations with her father, who apparently has been missing for a long time, Ruby meets again with the four ex bullies who once killed her.

Henry, Aiden, Jacob and Damian, these four men accidentally killed her, but at the same time, they witnessed how she came back from the dead.

Feelings of confusion and guilt made them keep this secret tightly and intended to improve their relationship with Ruby, which ultimately made them fall in love with her.

After learning the secret that she was not human, but a nine-tailed demon fox which she inherited from her mother and made her an immortal creature with nine lives, Ruby decided to leave the city with her mother for fear of her identity being exposed. But at the same time, she doesn't know the fact that her four friends are not ordinary humans like her, but werewolves from four different clans that rule four parts of the American Continent.

Will a fox be able to coexist with four wolves? Or will the fox be the alpha?

After one too many failed attempts at love, I stopped believing in it. So when my father asked me to become the mate of the powerful Lycan Alpha Julius, the very man my half-sister had just rejected, all for the sake of family stability, I said yes without hesitation. A stable arrangement was far more practical than chasing some fairytale feeling.
He scheduled our mark ceremony for three months out. But in the meantime, proximity became unavoidable. I agreed to help him through his heat cycles, and somewhere between the cold distance and the burning nights, something between us began to shift.
And just when I started to believe again, my fated mate walked back into my life with a smile. The same man I'd confessed my feelings to as a teenage girl.
Now I'm standing at a crossroads with no clear way forward. Do I honor the Moon Goddess and claim the mate she chose for me, the one who feels like a second chance at a first love, or do I stay as an unmarked mate of the dangerous Lycan Alpha who holds my family's future in his hands?

“Reject me,” Naya sternly said with eyes full of hate.
Kael smiled. “Why would I do that? I told you, didn’t I? You’re mine now. And I don’t care about your mission. I’ll fill you up with my seed you will forget that damn mission of yours.”
He caressed her neck then his fingers went up and traced her lips. “Beg all you want but I will not reject you or let you go. You’re my possession, Naya, from here on and until your last breath.”


In a world ruled by powerful rivaling packs, Naya, a skilled fighter and beta’s daughter of the Light Shadow Pack, is sent on a dangerous mission to assassinate an enemy pack’s royal heir.
But when she is captured by Kael, an alpha prince of the West Wood Pack notorious for his unhinged behavior and fierce power, Naya’s plans are thrown into disarray.
Forced to submit to Kael and become his slave, Naya struggles to maintain her pride and wonders when she will ever escape from his grasp.
As they all say, Kael is the most deranged alpha someone will ever meet in their life. To make things worse, Naya finds out Kael is her mate.
Regardless, all Kael's ever done is bully her and Naya has her own mission to fulfill so she decides to escape.
But with enemies emerging from the shadows and secrets revealing one by one, Naya is left to wonder who to believe and trust.
Can Naya escape Kael’s grasp and fulfill her mission? Who is the real enemy and who is on her side? Will Kael’s power block her from reaching the truth or is he the key to everything she seeks?

I gave my heart to Ethan Cole long before I understood what love truly was.

As my brother's best friend, Ethan was always there. He protected me, fought for me, and made me believe that maybe one day he would see me as more than a kid following him around. For years, I loved him in silence, holding on to a hope I should have let go.

Then one reckless night changed everything.

For a few stolen hours, Ethan made me believe my feelings weren't one-sided. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me, made me think I finally meant something to him. But when morning came, he shattered that illusion with four devastating words.

"You're like a sister to me."

Heartbroken and humiliated, I left town determined to forget him and never look back.

What I didn't know was that fate had something far worse waiting for me.

The mate I was bonded to became my greatest nightmare. The man who was supposed to love and protect me turned my life into a prison of pain, betrayal, and fear. When he murdered our pup, he destroyed the last piece of me that still believed happiness was possible.

Five years later, I return home carrying scars no one can see and secrets I would do anything to keep buried. I expect my brother to be waiting for me at the airport.

Instead, I come face to face with Ethan Cole.

The man who broke my heart.

The man I never truly forgot.

And the moment our eyes meet, I realize the past isn't finished with either of us.

Warning (R-18 )
Mature content # Rape # Abuse # Kidnapped # Vampire # Werwolf # Age Gap

I was all chained on wall my body is dripping blood like I never can think, never I thought it would be this dangerous, but my one mistake lead me to this way .

I heard footsteps and my entire body start shivering in fear I can't deny but I can pee here on the spot because I know how I m going to suffer.

And then I heard the same voice which can make me weak on my knees .
Monster who is here to cage me, who is here to kill me slowly because I m someone he is seeking revenge from .

Shhh! Little one don't cry, there more coming to you, so don't cry because you are going to have reasons to cry to the point Where you are going to have your tears dry .These are the last words I heard before losing my conciousness.

Love is something he was not seeking for it all start from revenge neither he is someone who is perfect but he is perfectly ruined monster who want to claim his revenge from his slave .

Three weeks into my life's new phase, I discovered I was pregnant. It was something that I couldn't fathom, other girls had sex but didn't get pregnant, why did mine have to be different? I wished the ground would crack open and swallow me.

I was pregnant for a man whose identity I had not even the slightest idea about.


After a one-night stand, she discovers she's pregnant. Not knowing who the father is, she's become the ridicule of all. She flees and starts a new life elsewhere.

But fate brings the kids' father to her years later, a powerful man.

Desperate to keep her children secret and safe from his influence, she hides them from him and refuses to reveal their identities. But as children grow older and their similarities to their father start to emerge, it becomes harder and harder to keep their true nature a secret.

What will happen to Kayla and her romance with the stranger?

Content: (Warning! +18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
"Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter..."
A young witch of a sacred lineage, Eva Rose, and the cursed Alpha King, Kael…
After her grandmother's death, Eva Rose returns to the small town where she was born, only to find a past woven with secrets and an Alpha mate waiting for her. She has always believed her parents' deaths were merely the result of a fire, but years later she discovers the truth: it was a witch hunt. And Eva is the last remaining heir of the Rose witch bloodline.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?

"Turn around and get on all fours."

He said it with his tongue still tracing circles against her clit.

She was a werewolf, not a bitch—she didn't want to do this. But she obeyed, because she thought if she gave him everything, he'd finally mark her as his.

She was wrong.

After he'd brutally fucked her to climax with his cock, he tossed a check for two million at her and called her a defective, powerless, lowly Beta. She'd handed him her body, her nights, her research—every piece of herself. And in return, he told her she was nothing more than a convenient hole, a stand-in for the woman he'd always truly loved.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

She tore off her disguise. Then she burned down the empire she'd built for him—and the full weight of her royal blood made him crawl to her feet, tail between his legs, begging for mercy.

She didn't even spare him a glance. Her revenge had only just begun.

And standing beside her was her true soulmate—the Alpha King who'd been hunting her for three long years.

Kaela was sold when she was five. At the age of twenty-one, she's being sold again, but now, as a breeder to the highest bidder. Meant to bear pups, please her buyer, and forced to raise a child in the world full of monsters.
She believed she was claimed by one man, an Alpha whose power keeps her caged yet protected. She convinced herself this is mercy, but the veil of lies soon lifts.
She was never owned by one Alpha. She was divided between two.
Brothers bound by blood, feared across packs for the war they leave in their wake. One is cold, deliberate and a strategist... Alpha Azran Ravencrest. The other is ruthless, volatile, and dominant... Alpha Callum Ravencrest.
They despise each other. And yet... they circle her like she is the reason their war never ended.
Kaela doesn't understand why they want her. Why her existence affects their rivalry into something dangerous and intimate. Why the air tightens when they share her on the same bed.
The answers begin to surface the night she finds the room she was never meant to see.
Locked away are memories of her childhood she has no knowledge of. As bruised truths unravel, Kaela discovers her parents were not what she recalled them to be. And the previous Alpha has killed her parents.
Now trapped between two Alphas who refuse to yield, Kaela must decide what is more dangerous. Their love, or their hatred.
Or is it too late, cause she's carrying twins in her womb.

“I can already smell the scent coming from your thighs.” Alpha Ragnar pushed me against the wall. “Quit the pretence that you dislike being touched by me.”

He came closer leaving my body no space to run. “I….I am not pretending. You are mistaken, alpha. Please let me go.” I, Jade pleaded to him with my eyes avoiding his lustful stare.

“Oh, really? I shall see how long you are going to bear this pain.” He grabbed my ponytail and threw me on the bed. I was his mate but he didn’t love me, I could be his pleasure but not the one who ruled Ragnar’s heart.

Running away from him for the sake of my unborn child. I wish he would never try to find me until his raging voice fell in my ears. “I can smell my cub!”