8463 Book(s) Related to the return of the hidden heir

Selene’s world comes crashing down when she witnesses the massacre of her coven. She loses her family on the same night and also gets bitten by a werewolf.

Witches are never supposed to survive a werewolf bite, but Selene does and becomes a hybrid. Selene has no idea why or who even bit her but there is one thing that she is sure of, that is she is going to get revenge for her coven and kill the Alpha king.

She becomes his slave while pretending to be a weak omega as she waits for the perfect time to strike. But her plans are not going as she wants as Selene realizes that there is a problem somewhere and more than the eye meets.

In a world where Lycans rule and werewolves bow,
Twenty one year-old Venessa Milan knows her place—
at the bottom.

Bullied, overlooked, and rejected by her fated mate in front of the entire pack, Venessa’s heartbreak becomes the latest joke at her expense. But her life shatters in a way no one expects when her twin sister—the intended bride of the Lycan Prince vanishes the night before her royal wedding.

And Venessa is forced to take her place.

Dragged to the Palace as a substitute bride, Venessa braces herself for humiliation… until she looks into the eyes of the Lycan Prince and feels the mate bond ignite for the second time.

He feels it too.
He just refuses to acknowledge it.

The prince is cold, ruthless, and hiding something darker than anyone knows. A curse rots him from the inside out—one that steals his strength, his sanity, and his sleep. He needs an heir to break it… and believes Venessa is nothing more than a convenient womb, a temporary solution.

But Venessa is not what he expected.
Witty. Warm. Brave.
And the one person whose touch eases his pain.

As enemies circle the palace—jealous lovers, hidden witches, traitorous guards and as the curse begins to spiral out of control, the prince finds himself drawn to the girl he tried so hard to ignore.

He wanted a bride he wouldn’t care about.
He got the mate destiny refused to give him the first time.

And Venessa, who swore she’d never love again, must decide whether to protect a Lycan who once treated her like a burden… or walk away and let the curse consume him.

Because loving him could save his life.
But it could destroy hers.

To save her kingdom, Princess Elara of Vareth is given to the Devil’s son. But her new husband, Azael, seems more human than monster, and far too familiar.

When she finds a garden filled with statues carved in her image, she realizes her fate didn’t begin the night she met him. It began centuries ago, when she was Seraphine, the first Bride of Flame.

Now trapped in a cycle of love, death, and rebirth, Elara must uncover the truth behind the pact that binds their souls. Each secret she unravels draws her closer to the truth, and to the fire that could either save or destroy them both.

In a realm built on promises and ash, love might be her greatest curse of all.

Rejected by her mate, forced into marriage with a cruel Alpha, Lila’s life couldn’t get worse—until she meets his twin, her true fated mate.

Trapped in a bond with the ruthless Alpha Kael, Lila feels like a prisoner, not a bride.

But when his estranged twin brother, Alec, returns, everything changes.

Alec is her true mate, the one her soul longs for—but Kael will never let her go.

Caught between two powerful Alphas who hate each other, Lila must decide: risk everything for the mate she’s destined for, or remain bound to the Alpha who will stop at nothing to claim her forever.

On that snowy night, Vincent gave Alessandro the key, the address, and a copy of Ecclesiastes his father had left behind. He said, “You’re the most irrational thing I’ve done in over a decade.”
Alessandro accepted the book but immediately stuffed all the evidence of the Calvino family’s crimes into the trash can outside the laundromat.
On the night of the final crackdown—St. Valentine’s Day—the muzzle of a gun entered the room with the morning light. Alessandro thought he could finally shed the mask he’d worn for six years. But when he looked up, he met Vincent’s gaze. Those deep brown eyes showed neither surprise nor anger. They simply looked at him quietly, as if at an ending that had long been written.
"There is a time for everything," Vincent said softly. "But I hope our time together can last a little longer."
With that, he held out his hand. It wasn’t a gesture of surrender nor a farewell; it was an invitation for Alessandro to arrest him.
Only then did Alessandro realize that Vincent had known exactly who he was from the beginning.
Vincent hadn't tested Alessandro; he'd turned these six years into a willing imprisonment, with trust as shackles and silence as a prison cell. Alessandro was to capture Vincent with his own hands, only to spend the rest of his life regretting it.
Vincent had won the bet.
Alessandro raised the barrel of his gun and finally brought the man who had trapped him for six years into the center of his crosshairs.

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

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

Good.

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

Not Rhys. But Cassian Kaldrix.


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

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

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

At 2:47 AM, half-asleep, I made the biggest mistake of my life—I posted my forty-seventh secret love letter to the anonymous school forum instead of deleting it.
Even crazier? Star pitcher Caleb Sullivan found me in the cafeteria the next day, got down on one knee in front of everyone, and asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought I was living in a dream.
Until Mom told me she was getting married.
When her fiancé walked in with his son, I saw Caleb standing in our doorway—face white as a sheet, eyes wild with panic.
First love. Boyfriend. Stepbrother.
He said Mom and I were gold diggers scheming our way into his family. By Monday, he had his arm around the cheer captain, destroying my reputation in front of the entire school and turning me into the biggest joke at Seacliff High.
Just when I thought I'd drown, Zane Knight—the transfer everyone whispered about—found me in the abandoned art room.
He crouched down, those black eyes cutting right through me: "Crying won't change a damn thing, Daphne Pierce."
Brutal, guarded, but the only person who'd looked at me like I was still human.
As he walked away, something buried deep in my memory suddenly surfaced—that voice, the angle of his jaw...
Had we met before?

He was dragged onto a debate stage as a replacement.

He could barely order lunch without apologizing to the cashier.

Then he took one wrong sip from the bottle in his bag, stood up in front of six hundred people, and made the national champion forget how to answer.

My wedding day was twenty-four hours away. Then, I hacked into my fiancé's messages.
"The father first. Then the bride."
With my life on the line, I made a deal with the devil they call the Ghost—the lethal outcast my own family betrayed.
"Marry me," I offered, "and the Corleone empire is yours."
I walked down the aisle in black. He stood waiting, a promise of vengeance in his eyes. When the bullets flew, he slid a ring onto my finger—still warm from the gun. "Our contract begins now, Isabella. Let's show them what happens when you cross us."
This marriage was supposed to be a lie. But as blood mixes with vows, I'm left wondering… did I just sign a deal for salvation, or a one-way ticket to hell?

Those beautiful dark golden eyes of Cassius should have been filled with dependence and longing for me.
Not like now—bewildered, innocent, like a lost fawn.
I perched high on an oak branch, watching the man below who was being ordered around like a servant by the knight squad gathered around their campfire.
The most feared top-tier human assassin, and... my devoted hound who warmed my bed.
Three days ago, he'd vanished without a trace after getting caught in a spatial rift while searching for abyssal crystals for me.
Never imagined when we'd meet again, he'd not only lost his memory but been picked up by a bunch of self-righteous fools.
I pulled out my communication crystal and reached out to my vampire bestie Lilith: "He's gone from attack dog to puppy dog, and I'm not sure how to handle it. What should I do?"
Her reply came instantly: "Easy—make him remember who owns him."
I curved my lips into a smile, my gaze piercing through the darkness to settle on the man by the flickering campfire below.
The dancing flames illuminated his half-wet, tattered shirt, clinging to outline that lean, muscular waistline in exquisite detail.
I stared at him, silently clenching my jaw.
I wondered—when night fell and I slipped into his tent, when I bit down on that strong nape of his neck again... would this sweet, innocent pup still be able to hold back those enticing gasps of his?

At the red carpet event, Maddie, my partner of three years, in an attempt to curry favor with a popular male star, publicly humiliated me, trampling on my foot and yelling, "Ethan, you're just a backstage errand boy

. Don't interfere with Ryan's shots. Go back to carrying materials." The whole room burst into laughter; everyone thought I was a lowly sycophant forced to swallow my humiliation.

But I didn't get angry. I calmly took out my tablet, cut off all her studio's basic permissions with a single click, and immediately sent the irrefutable evidence of her breach of contract to the brand's legal department.

Three minutes later, she was completely stripped of her control and faced a multi-million dollar claim for breach of contract.

At first, she thought I was just acting out of spite, that a little charity would win me back. It wasn't until the day her assets were forcibly liquidated and she was completely blacklisted from the industry that she desperately realized: for the past three years, she had only been able to sit at the table because of my charity.

Later, shamelessly, she crawled through garbage cans, barefoot, to the airport, knelt before my bulletproof Maybach, and begged me to come back.

As for me, I simply walked onto the private jet surrounded by executives from top European conglomerates.

"Listen here, woman. Give me an heir, and I'll give you more gold than you can spend in ten lifetimes. Fail me, and I'll snap your neck myself."

The Lycan King had me pinned against the wall, blood-red eyes dead serious. I was trying very hard not to notice that his chest was about to burst through his shirt.

Here's the thing: I'm not supposed to be here. My half-blind, gambling-addicted father checked "Fertile" instead of "Fortunate" on the royal conscription form. An honest mistake — if you ignore the part where it shipped his virgin daughter straight to the most dangerous man on the continent.

I tried to explain. He didn't listen. He made me drink something black and foul called a "fertility elixir."

But what nobody in this godforsaken palace knows is that while I can't breed, I am stupidly, ridiculously, almost cosmically lucky.

Assassin slipped poison into my soup? The venom snake fell into the boiling pot first. They tried to burn me at the stake? Lightning struck the High Priest into a charcoal briquette before anyone could light a match.

And when I accidentally kicked a loose coin in the courtyard and uncovered the largest magic crystal vein in the empire — well.

Let's just say the king who once threatened to kill me is now on his knees, clutching my skirt like his life depends on it.

"Forget the heir, Elara. I just want you."

Funny how that works.

My father died owing the Callahan family a blood debt. His payment? Me and my sister—married off to their sons.

I woke up reborn on the night they buried him.

Standing in that funeral chamber, watching the lawyer crack open the sealed will, I discovered I could suddenly hear thoughts. My sister Vivienne's voice ripped through my head: Not marrying that butcher. No way in hell.

She lunged forward and grabbed Adrian—the refined bastard son who looked like a lawyer instead of a mobster. The same "perfect gentleman" I married in my past life.

Which left me with Dominic Callahan. The scarred heir. The Executioner.

Last time around, Vivienne married Dominic and got beaten down for years. I married Adrian and lived like a queen.

I almost laughed out loud.

Because she has no idea—this time, she's the one who grabbed the monster.

The sun dipped below the ocean, and the Sea Goddess temple stood empty. My fifth betrothal ceremony with the Crown Prince, Edric, had ended exactly like the previous four: without my groom.
 When Edric and my mother finally arrived, she grabbed my freezing hands. "Leonora, your father was injured. Edric was busy at the royal infirmary." "Be generous. Don't blame him."
 I bit my lip. "And last time?"
 My mother froze. "Last time... there was an emergency with the Royal Fleet—"
 "Was there?" I cut her off. "Last time you said my brother was ill."
 Edric paled. My mother frowned, "I...I remembered wrong! Don't be so calculating, Leonora. You'll chill the Prince's heart."
 My gaze fell upon the embroidered seashell charm tied to Edric’s belt—an item my weak, illegitimate stepsister never parted with.
 Edric rubbed his temples, his eyes full of exhaustion. "I told you I was busy. If you still won't believe me, I will ask the High Priestess to annul this betrothal."
 "No need," I broke the silence.
 He looked at me, a satisfied smile forming on his lips.
 "I'll ask her myself," I said. "From today on, we are nothing to each other."

I'm Riley. Orphan. Motorcycle mechanic. And the biggest fool in Texas.

For ten years, I thought oil tycoon Colt loved me. His adopted daughter by day, his woman by night. I actually believed his whispered promises in the dark.

Then I watched him announce his engagement to someone else.

"Your father saved my life. You're my responsibility," he said when I confronted him. Like I was some charity case. Like everything between us meant nothing.

I was never his girlfriend. I was his guilt.

But here's the thing—I never asked to be anyone's debt.

So I'm packing my tools, starting my bike, and getting the hell out of here.

I was married to Daniel for eight years. I thought we were happy.

Then I found a receipt in his car — a private OB-GYN clinic, Upper East Side. The name on it was Lydia's. My best friend's.

I drove straight to my brother Joel's apartment. Joel, the boy I raised. The only family I had left. I needed someone to tell me I was wrong.

I heard them laughing before I knocked.

I looked through the gap in the door and saw all three of them — Daniel, Lydia, and Joel — standing in the living room with champagne glasses, toasting the baby that wasn't mine.

My husband. My best friend. My little brother.

Every person I had ever trusted. All in the same room. All in on the same secret.

And not one of them had thought to tell me.

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

"She’s boring now. Dead eyes. No spark. I’m just pretending my memory is stuck at nineteen so I can punish my wife without her leaving me."
Standing in the shadows, I listened to my mafia husband confess his sick game to the doctor. By day, he played the devoted boy who once took a bullet for me, crying over my scars.
By night, he trapped me in pitch-black elevators, letting his men rip my clothes and take photos—all to make his mistress laugh.
He thought my trauma made me weak. He thought heavy sedatives would make me forget.
He didn't know I spat the pills out the moment he turned his back.
Valentino, you played me again.
But this time, I will never give you another chance. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

I used to be a national gold medalist in ballet.
Now I’m the 210-pound laughingstock the whole school gawks at.
I starve myself till I pass out, train so hard my knees bleed, and still the weight keeps piling on like it’s got a personal grudge.
Till the day I hear my best friend cackling in the equipment room, voice shaking with laughter:
“No matter how hard she tries, her weight will always be three-quarters of Bruce’s!”
Bruce is the 280-pound deadbeat loser who sleeps through half his classes. And me? I’m stuck to him, tied by some sick system I can’t break.
She stole my Juilliard audition direct pass. Paid guys to shove me, call me names, film me tripping over my own feet and post the clips all over TikTok.
She watches me flounder like a beached whale in the mud, barely holding back her snickers.
But she forgot one thing: mountains don’t run from streams.
They wait for the water to crash into them. And shatter into a million pieces.
Guess what? The bet’s on.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

"I was born a silver-eyed oracle, yet I was exploited by my father as a blood-money machine for twelve years. On my eighteenth birthday, my family tore out my eyes and sacrificed me to the abyss in exchange for wealth and eternal life. Reborn on the day of my doom, I weave a deadly trap for my greedy father and jealous sister. And the boy next door, who hides divine power, becomes my salvation. Now, they have all met their end, and he will lead me to begin a new life."

This was the ninety-ninth time Shen Yunxiao had disappeared during my heat period.
This time, as always, I found traces of him through my sister Shu Lan's Moments.
[Heat season is here again~ Luckily, someone's been guarding me nonstop for seven days straight.]
The accompanying photo showed Shen Yunxiao kneeling on one knee, his head bowed, kissing the top of her foot in profile.
Unlike the past, I didn't yell or cause a scene. I just liked the post.
I'm a succubus. Since birth, I've been bound to Shen Yunxiao.
So, my succubus heat periods could only be resolved through him.
But he never gave me a second glance, never cared about any of my needs.
Even during my most severe heats, he'd still sit there in his suit, watching me curl up on the floor, trembling.
He knew that a bound succubus could only be loyal to one person.
I used to think he was naturally disdainful of succubi. But when I saw the tenderness in his eyes as he helped my sister Shu Lan through her heat...
That's when I knew. He wasn't disdainful of succubi. He was disdainful of me.
Convinced I couldn't leave him, he brazenly went on every date with Shu Lan.
But he didn't know that surviving one hundred heat periods on my own was the deadline I'd set for myself.
He also didn't know that by binding myself to a top-tier succubus, I could sever my connection to him, a mere human.
So, this was the last chance I was giving Shen Yunxiao.

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

My husband, Julian, tells me he's flying to Italy for a month, business trip.
I check the calendar and freeze. His birthday falls right in the middle of that month. Alone, in a country where he knows no one outside of work.
I tell Margaux, my mother-in-law. She doesn't hesitate.
"Then we go," she says. "We surprise him."
My brother Dante is the only family I have left. For years I've told the Whitfields he just runs some business in Italy. They don't know the rest, and they never will if I can help it.
The second we land, I call him, give him the hotel name.
"Got it," he says, distracted. "I've got things to handle first. I'll come see you after."
Margaux and I check out the hotel restaurant before Julian even knows we've landed. Dinner, and a look at how the family's investment is running.
Food's good. Service is fine. Then the bill comes.
I glance down at the bill.
Dinner for two: 180,000.
Market-price seafood surcharge: 45,000.
Imported wine corking fee: 20,000.
Private dining ambiance fee: 60,000.
A dozen more line items after that, none of them making any sense.
Numbers that don't make sense. Charges I don't recognize. Margaux and I trade a look.
"Get us the manager," I say. "Now."
A woman walks over, chin already tilted up.
"I am the manager," she says. "If you can't pay, what's the point of complaining?"
I almost laugh. What kind of place is my own family running here?
"I'll take this up with the owner myself," I say.
She smiles, slow and pleased. "My husband happens to own this restaurant."
My stomach drops.
This restaurant belongs to the Whitfields. Belongs to Julian.
Since when did my husband become someone else's?

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.

My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.

He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.

Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.

Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.

In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.

"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"

"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."

"After all... Luca is my real son."

That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.

But he will never know—

Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.

They say the dead go where they belong.

But I didn't.

I drift through the cold winds, watching my husband—the detective who once swore to protect me with his life—diligently investigating a dismemberment case.

He doesn't know that the broken body lying in the morgue is his wife.

He doesn't know that the gentle, caring "psychologist" who brings him lunch every day is the one who killed me.

He doesn't know that when I called him in my final moments, begging for help, he hung up on me. I am dead. Yet, that is not the cruelest part— the most harrowing aspect is having to witness the truth gradually emerge, watching as that man collapses completely upon uncovering it all.

I died in New York on a cold November night, a piece of guardrail through my chest.

Choking on blood, I dialed my ex-fiancé Damien's number.

In the background, jazz played at the Waldorf Astoria. People cheered for Aria—the girl my parents raised in my place.

"Thea, are you SERIOUS right now?" Damien's voice dripped with disgust. "Faking your own death to ruin Aria's engagement? Jesus, Thea. Even for you, that's low."

My mother Diana grabbed the phone. Her voice was ice. "If you don't show up tonight, don't ever come back to the Sinclair house. Better yet—don't bother."

Then she hung up.

They didn't know this time I was really dying.

My five-year-old daughter is being bullied at school, and the one behind it is the son of someone who claims to be the Luna. That means one thing: my Alpha mate has cheated on me. I am the daughter of the wealthiest Alpha, and after my mate bonded with me, he inherited my father’s Alpha title. Little did I know, I had been hiding my true identity as an Omega for years, only to end up in this tragic situation. Now, I’ve decided to stand up for my daughter and take revenge on that scumbag! It’s time to show these wolves who the real Luna is!

An arrange marriage in the 21st century, a cruel husband, and a runaway wife. As per her adopted parents’ wishes, Annalise was forced to marry her adoptive step-brother and spend the rest of her life with this oh-so-gorgeous husband. If you think about it, there isn’t much of a problem. Her adopted parents are nice people, and she had a good life even after her parents died. The only problem is that her soon-to-be husband has always despised her, and he had a girlfriend who abandoned him after learning of their planned marriage.
Their marriage did not turn out the way they had hoped. He has caused her a great deal of pain. She bolted from him. He was left on his own, devastated from her disappearance.
Will their long-awaited romance get a second chance? Is it true that love is sweeter the second time around?

"Hunter let me go," I whimpered as he leaned in and took a whiff of my scent from my neck.

My mind and heart, none of it were willing to accept the closeness but my body was yearning to submit.

My nipples brushed against his solid naked chest and a zap of electricity attacked my core resulting in the moisture gathering in my sensitive folds.

He moved his hand and cupped my bottom, earning a gasp from me.

"This body of yours. IT'S. MINE." He growled.

"And I'll do anything to make sure that you get this in your head even if it means to get you on my bed and make you submit over and over again." And then he tore my panty with one pull.



When on Aria's Eighteen birthday her bully, Alpha Hunter Rodriguez, turned out to be her mate, she could not be more devastated. But destiny wanted something else and once the mysterious rouge attacks began, putting everyone's lives in danger. For the pack--Aria and Hunter had to work together to overcome the storm.

Where there was Hunter's realization of his mistakes, there was Aria's fight to resist the mate bond and her feelings.

But in this ever-growing fire and electric pull between them, there was someone who wanted to tear them apart and Aria became the main attraction of the one regulating the attacks. But they did not know that the unknown enemy they had to fight was sheltering under their own pack in disguise and after the pack, it was Aria who was at the main risk.

The real enemy only had one rule--Whether he'd claim or...he'd kill.

Can Hunter Rodriguez save his mate or it's going to be too late?

He towers over my small frame. His muscles bulge beneath the fabric of his clothes as he steps closer to me. I want to leave, but he won’t let me go. His hand wraps around my arm.

“You’re my mate.”

“Chosen mate.” I remind him. I’ve learned there’s a very distinct difference between the two. A fated mate connection, created by the moon goddess herself, is something so undeniable and pure.

Or so I’ve heard.

His loud growl emanates through the room and vibrates through my body when he pulls me toward him. His arms are like thick metal bars caging me in. His eyes swirl between light amber and black.

“I don’t care. You. Are. My. Mate.”

“But—“

He holds my chin between two fingers, forcing me to look up and effectively shutting me up.

“Are you not listening?”

——————
They want me to become the mate of their crown prince. Me, a mere human, mated to a ruthless monster!

We’ve been at war with the werewolves for years. I watched many of my friends and family die under the claws of werewolves. I may be small and weak, but now the wolves are coming for my home again and I cannot stand by and do nothing.

I can protect them, but in order to do that, I’ll have to commit to the demands of my enemy. They believe I’ll do what they say, because I'm afraid and honestly, I’m terrified. Living with the monsters from my nightmares, who wouldn’t be?

Still, I will never turn my back on my people, even if I won’t survive this.

And the crown prince? Causing destruction and despair runs through his blood. He’s probably even worse than the rest of them.

Right?
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Warning: this story contains explicit language, violence, murder and sex.

Omega Nina is a 19 year old virgin whose only wish is to experience true love. Unfortunately, she became a collateral bride in order to pay off her father’s debt.

Nina ended up getting kidnapped by her Pack’s greatest enemy, Alpha Aiden on her wedding day.With her pregnancy making the whole situation messed up, will she end up finding love or will it end up in hatred?

Aiden Vincenzo is known as the Italian Mafia Lord and Alpha of the bloodthirsty werewolves of the Silvermoon Pack ,his world revolves around cruelty,violence and bloodshed.Nina was just a pawn in his vengeance and he never imagined his ruthless heart can fall madly in love with his captive omega.

R18 Note: This novel contains explicit, strong language and abuse scenes.

"You belong with me Ava! You are mine! And I'll be damned before I let anyone else have you!!!" He growled with rage.

The former leaders of the moonlight pack from time past had a popular tradition that had never been broken; choosing the perfect Luna for their Alpha from within the pack, arranging the perfect union. Ava Maynard, a member of the moonlight pack and the next in line to be the Luna, was chosen for this role when she was just a baby, and has been preparing for it her whole life. But when the time comes for her to assume her duty and marry her betrothed, the moonlight pack's Alpha Ray, she meets her true mate, Lucas.

As for her true mate, well, Ava had always thought that she'd just reject him whenever he came along, just like all the other Luna's before her had done, if they'd been able to manage it well in the past she thought, then she should too. But there's a problem; what will she do when she finds out that all the other Luna's have never been mated to someone like Lucas? Someone so possessive, someone who will stop at nothing to get what he wants; someone who is determined by all means to get what the moon goddess has blessed with, even if it means going against her packs tradition.

What will happen when Lucas De' Clan, Alpha of the Dawn pack and Ava's true mate finds out that she's being prepared for someone else? Will he eventually let go of his mate so she can fulfil her Luna duties? And what about Ava? What will she choose? Where does her heart belong? Her fate or her duty? Find out in Her Possessive Alpha; Tale of a broken wolf.

Sierra Lane was out for a fresh start. After finding her fiance in bed with a close friend she'd packed up and moved out of the city, promising herself she was going on a break from men. She'd endured one too many heartbreaks and she was finally done.

Or so she thought.

Her plans blurred in no time. The last person she could possibly be with turned out to be the one she wanted the most. He was way out of her league. Apart from being a billionaire CEO and single dad, he was also her boss. She would have been content hiding in the shadows and denying her attraction to him.

If he hadn't made it his mission to have her.


Jayden Grey could not remember the last time he'd felt the burning desire to be with a woman. Until her. He wasn't sure why he wanted her so much that everything else came second. He figured it could be the fact that his son seemed to have formed a special bond with her. Or maybe it was because she had showed up in his life at a point in his life where he needed her the most.

Or maybe it was the fact that just the thought of her made him hard.

He wanted her. Badly. And even though she was determined to resist him, he was even more determined to have her. Mind, body and soul. He loved a good chase after all. It was only a matter of time before he had her exactly as he wanted.

Permanently his.

Raina MacNamara has made a career out of digging up skeletons; preferably the kind hidden in powerful boardrooms and political back rooms. Her latest target was RavenTech: a tech empire with a squeaky-clean reputation… and a suspicious connection to a string of so-called suicides.
When someone tries to kill her, Raina knows she’s getting close. Too close.
And that was when Tyler Paxton came in. Brooding. Ex-military. And hired to keep her safe.
He’s everything Raina doesn’t trust; mysterious, unreadable, frustratingly good-looking. But Tyler has his own agenda. His brother was one of the “suicides,” and he’ll do whatever it takes to find out why. Even if it means protecting the one woman who could blow his cover, and the entire operation wide open.

She doesn't want a mate, all she wants is to live her life on her own terms. What will happen when she is mated to not one, or two, but three powerful male. A vampire King, An Alpha and a Demon Prince.

Will she be able to accept the three of them? Or will she chose one?

What is the reason behind the three mates?

On our anniversary, I caught my boyfriend cheating. Fueled by heartbreak and revenge, I surrendered my body to the most stunning host at the club for one reckless, unforgettable night.
I thought I’d never see him again. But when my ex tried to ruin my family, that "host" reappeared—as the city's top surgeon. He saved my father, but demanded a price: me.
I signed a contract to become his secret lover, thinking he was my savior. When the real woman returned, I tried to flee, but he cornered me against the wall, his hot breath against my ear.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his hand sliding dangerously low. "I haven't had enough of you yet."

"Babygirl?" I asked again confused. "I call my submissive my baby girl. That's a preference of mine. I like to be called Daddy." He said which instantly turned me on. What the hell is wrong with me? "


Iris was so excited to leave her small town home in Ohio to attend college in California. She wanted to work for a law firm one day, and now she was well on her way. The smell of the ocean air was a shock to her senses when she pulled up to Long beach, but everything was so bright and beautiful. The trees were different, the grass, the flowers, the sun, everything was different. The men were different here. Professor Ryker Lorcane was different. He was intelligent but dark. Strong but steady. Everything the boys back home were not.


I moaned loudly as he pulled out and pushed back in slowly each time going a little deeper. "You feel so good baby girl," he said as he slid back in. "Are you ready to be mine?" He said looking at me with those dark carnal eyes coming back into focus. I shook my head, yes, and he slammed into me hard. "Speak." He ordered. "Yes Daddy, I want to be yours," I said loudly this time.

"Don't leave me, I will die if you do."

Lilac Hirav has always lived in the shadow of her stepsister, Milo and her father's wife, Nina since her mother's death.

When a marriage alliance is made with the Lycan City, Lilac finds herself at the altar marrying the second prince of Lycania.

As mysterious deaths start to occur in Lycania, Lilac and her new husband are drawn into the middle of it. Will this mystery bring them closer together, or tear them apart?

Waking up naked with a stranger in her bed wasn’t how Tapiwa pictured the end of her night out with her boyfriend. But the surprises are only starting. Soon, Tapiwa realizes she not only had her first time with a man she’d never met before, but she can’t remember it, and he is her boyfriend’s brother.

Tapiwa wants nothing more than to forget what happened. Unfortunately, someone doesn’t want her to and is prepared to turn her life on its head for their own profit.

Jadon isn’t sure where his life is headed. After being forced into the position of CEO and fighting for his father’s approval, he just found out he slept with his brother’s girlfriend. To make matters worse, someone else knows about his recklessness and is blackmailing him.

When the chaos hits, who can they trust? Can Tapiwa and Jadon even trust each other? With danger lurking in the shadows and pressure from every side, Jadon and Tapiwa must figure out what brought them together and determine if it’s enough to keep them together. All before whoever is after them wins.

Sold to the Devil’s underworld by her uncle, Lyra Anderson is left heartbroken. Orphaned, abused, and now destined to be a breeder—until her first client walks through the door.

Vincenzo Van Doren, the ruthless cursed Mafia king is in dire need of a breeder. Until he finds his fated mate in the last place imaginable and he'll sacrifice everything to claim her.

But fate has more cruel twists.

When Lyra's excruciating first shift reveals the impossible—she's a Dominant Omega, she becomes the most hunted woman in the underworld. For Vincenzo's rival Marcello, she's the ultimate prize. For Vincenzo himself, she's the key to breaking his family's deadly curse.

Just as Lyra begins to trust in their bond, she learns a devastating truth that shatters her heart: what if Vincenzo's love is nothing but a calculated move to save himself?

What if some curses can't be broken—they can only be transferred?

“If I can't have you, no one else will”

Born with the blood of the moon goddess, Ciara is hunted by enemies for the very thing her family was killed for.

The blood pure enough to give immortality to those who consumed it.

Betrayed on the day of her betrothal ceremony, Ciara finds herself bound in chains in a slave auction where she encounters her mate. The lycan king. A cold, merciless and untouchable man known for his brutal nature.

He doesn't want her,he sees her as nothing but a weakness while she sees him as a means to get her revenge.

What happens when the Lycan king's cold mask start to unravel and love begins to blossom.

Two weeks after her father’s burial, Scarlett’s mother brings home a tattooed, irresistible lover. Scarlett swears she won’t want him—but forbidden desire doesn’t play fair.

Scarlett knows he’s off-limits. He’s her mother’s lover. But every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, drags her deeper into obsession.

Soon, secrets become touches. Touches become nights of forbidden ecstasy. And Scarlett discovers that once you taste sin, you can never spit it back out.

When Eliza takes a position as a healer in the Red Timber Wolves Pack, she has no idea that she is close to the man who once stole her heart. James, the devoted Alpha, is shocked to see Eliza, the simple country woman who broke his heart three years be-fore. James still loves her, and is shocked to discover that Eliza does not remember him, their engagement…or their passionate love affair.

“James just could not understand. She remembered everything of their story, of their short life together. Elizabeth remembered their meeting, she remembered everything he’d told her, she even remembered the name he’d given her to call him.

But why, when the first thing she had ever known about him was how he looked, could she not remember his face?

James thought of jealousy at the persona he had created in her mind, of the wolf that now had a life of its own and an identity different to him. A wolf that now commanded Elizabeth’s loyalty even after years of absence.

A wolf that, apparently, no longer looked like him.

James felt a rush of irrational jealousy for his past self, his self that could act without consequence, that could love his mate without fear.

James stopped Elizabeth’s path, turned her to him and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.”

Her Forgotten Mate is created by Hannah Tatum Reading, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.