8642 Book(s) Related to the goddess and the wolf

"They said you killed him.”
“I did.”
“And the girl who tried to save you?”
“She died too… because I didn’t stop playing.”

"And you died once. Didn’t that teach you something?”
“Yes. That some lives aren’t worth reliving.”

When Elara Vance, a world-class tennis prodigy, dies after a betrayal, she wakes up three years earlier before everything went wrong.

But this time, life wasn’t how she remembered. The orphanage had given up her adoption to someone else, and they seemed desperate to marry her off to the very man she once sworn to kill.

Filled with vengeance, Elara vows to reclaim her title, her pride, and destroy everyone who once watched her fall, anyone who stands in her way.

But her greatest obstacle isn’t her rivals, it's her heart. Because the man she despises most might not be who he seems, and the deeper she digs, the truth takes a dark turn.

Half-dragon. Half-wolf. All forbidden.

When Vayra’s secret bursts into flame, her own village brands her a curse and casts her out. Alone, bleeding, and hunted, she stumbles into the path of the Blackfang biker pack—five dangerous Alphas with the scent of smoke, leather, and sin.

The moment Alpha Damon Blackfang lays eyes on her, the bond strikes like lightning. She’s his. But fate isn’t done. The same pull burns in four more Alphas—brothers bound by loyalty and torn apart by desire for the same woman.

To the packs, she’s an abomination. To the dragons, a betrayal.
To the five Alphas who crave her, she’s temptation wrapped in danger—fire they can’t touch without burning alive.

But Vayra is no one’s weakness. She’s the spark destined to end a centuries-old war.
And if the world wants her destroyed…
she’ll rise from the ashes—with her five Alphas at her side.

One hybrid Luna. Five fated Alphas. A love fierce enough to burn the world clean.

Short Copywriting:
Lily couldn't stop others from hurting her unborn child.
Just because she is the daughter of a nanny, and she fell in love with the young master who is beyond her reach.
When she felt his tenderness, she could even abandon her dignity as long as she could stay with him.
But what she didn't expect was that the man she loved deeply asked her to donate a kidney for saving his ex-girlfriend while she had pregnant for eight months!
"You’d better leave after the operation." He said coldly.
"Why? I love you so deeply, but why do you want me and our child dead?"

Note; 18+ readers only [Book contains gore details and explicit writings.]

“Arrrrhhhhh!” A loud groan of pleasure slipped through my parted lips as my neck fell backward while Thane’s lips nuzzled my neck.

His two huge hands slipped up behind me to cup my breasts, his fingers wasting no time to twist the taut tips of my nipples as I dripped wet from my pussy, where Dhane had my legs spread wide on his broad shoulders, his head buried between my legs.

His fingers moved with rhythm as his tongue moved, lapping up every single drop of the juices I left off. As I neared the edge, electric buzzing ran from the tips of my toes straight to my brain as my toes curled, my mouth opened in a loud gasp and in the next second, the simultaneous piercing sensation in my neck and throbbing clit had my whole body jerking in pleasure as my voice rang out loud.

I felt so filthy but in a good way, having fantasized about having A vampire make my legs quake and now I got not just one but two!!

Finding out my own sister, boyfriend and best friend betrayed me was my last straw of undoing. It was supposed to be just one night of being reckless before I was sent off to my new master, but this one night opened a string of reactions that changed my once quiet life and all that I thought to be true about myself was not.

I was actually something that shouldn’t exist, and now all forces were after my neck. Who do I trust? The irresistible vampire twins with a hate for wolves after their mate's betrayal who were loyal to their king and would hand me over on a platter?

Elizabeth Siege has no powers. No bloodline, no magic, not even a gene.
She only has a brain that was sharp enough to earn her a full scholarship to the most powerful school in the country, where vampires, werewolves and witches/wizards ruled every corridor for centuries.

She arrives with nothing but her intelligence and starts her first day with enemies she didn’t ask for and a power she can’t explain.

But now, there is a prophecy. And Elizabeth Siege is exactly who the prophecy has been waiting for.

And unfortunately, the once known powerless Elizabeth Siege is now the first tribrid in three hundred years. But she just made a mistake by walking through the front door of the unknown prophecia.​​​

When her life fell apart due to a divorce, Amelia Carson never imagined she would be trapped in the dark world of the mafia. Losing everything and drowning in debt from a casino game at a nightclub, Amelia is faced with an ultimatum from Luca Devereaux—a deadly mafia boss: pay off her impossible debt or marry him in a contractual agreement.

A terrifying sham marriage with a mafia boss gives her a chance to reclaim her dignity and retaliate against her ex-husband’s insults. But when Amelia’s gentleness begins to melt Luca’s icy exterior, love unexpectedly starts to bloom.

He married her for her name. His first love fell for his wife.

Seraphina Ashbourne was born into one of London's most respected old-money families. But when the Ashbourne fortune collapses, all she has left is a powerful name, a talent for painting, and her grandfather's beloved exhibition hall, now days away from auction.

Then billionaire Cillian Laurent offers her a way out.

Three years of marriage.

$300,000 a month.

And the exhibition hall.

No love. No sex. No interference.

Cillian doesn't want Seraphina's heart. He wants the Ashbourne name for his ambitious new project. His heart already belongs to Saskia Moreau, his beautiful blonde childhood friend and one of the world's most sought-after models.

Seraphina expects Saskia to hate her. Instead, Saskia becomes fascinated by her.

She visits Seraphina's studio. Watches her paint. Flirts with her. Finds excuses to be near her.

What begins as harmless attraction soon becomes something neither woman can control. Saskia is falling for her best friend's wife, and she's falling hard.
Seraphina knows she should keep her distance. Saskia is the woman her husband has loved for years, and their marriage has an expiration date. But every stolen glance, every lingering touch, and every moment together makes it harder to remember that their marriage was supposed to be a loveless arrangement.

Cillian thought Saskia love him, he's wrong.

The woman he married for her name may become the one woman his first love can’t live without.

And Seraphina must decide whether saving her family's legacy is worth losing the woman who has become her heart.

On the day of her mate-bonding ceremony, 20-year-old Selene is kidnapped by a rival pack led by the cold and ruthless Alpha Lucien, who seeks revenge against her mate-to-be, alpha Dean, for a past betrayal. Selene's mother possessed a legendary sonic howl—a devastating power passed to Selene, though she was unaware of it. In captivity, Selene’s dormant werewolf powers awaken alongside the sonic howl, drawing Lucien’s interest as he plans to wield her as a weapon against Dean’s pack. As Selene grapples with her growing strength and conflicted feelings for Lucien, a rescue attempt forces her to choose between freedom and protecting her captor from a deadly coup within his own ranks. When a monstrous third-party threat emerges, Selene, Lucien, and Dean must unite to survive—culminating in a heart-pounding climax where Selene learns to control her power and redefine her destiny.

"His lips hovered dangerously close to my throat, his breath warm against my skin, as his gaze burned with a hunger that had nothing to do with feeding"

CAPTURED BY THE RUTHLESS VAMPIRE
I was human—fragile, terrified, and trapped in his world. A world where I was nothing more than a pawn, a prize to be claimed by the vampire who had captured me."

WOLVES WERE THE ENEMY…

Everyone in town knew that. They hunted and killed all humans and that’s why we had surrounded ourselves with the wall.

To keep them out. To keep us safe.

Only I wasn’t safe, because I was pretty sure one was stalking me.

When he finally came for me, and dragged me away from my baby brother I knew my life would never be the same again.

I expected death, I even welcomed it because anything was better than living with them but what I didn’t expect was for there to be TWO OF THEM.

Two alpha werewolves , who both claimed I was theirs.
Theirs to command, theirs to use, theirs to break.

Thrust into a world I didn’t know, I only had one choice , succumb or be killed

Vera's life unfolded like a nightmare. She was dragged into the clutches of a ruthless Alpha, who forcefully mated with her, tormented her, and left her pregnant. Out of anger, Vera had a one-night stand with the king of all Alpha, Lycan King Leo. He craves her touch to shatter his lustful curse.

Vera's desperate bid for freedom lands her in a slave establishment, where she must confront her darkest fears.
Which of her Alphas will buy her first? They both need her and she hates the both of them?


Before I could react or reply, Anna struck me with the iron rod, Jerome used to discipline me, and I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, my eyes took time to adjust to the darkness that surrounded me. The side of my head hurt and throbbed in pain. Moving my body, I heard the sound of chain clinks, and it didn't take me much time to realize where I was. Scrambling over the floor, my hand touched the iron bars, and my heart sunk in realization. I noticed the inscription boldly written on the walls, and I could hear the wails of women and children.

“I am back to the slave establishment!” I gasped, my eyes wide with horror as I clutched my belly in a futile attempt to shield my unborn children from the darkness that surrounded me.

Accused of a crime she didn’t commit and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Mira decides to drown herself.

Gary has just been told he has one hundred days before death claims him. He was preoccupied with the thought when he found Mira trying to take her own life.

He didn't hesitate to save her, but Mira Hale didn’t want to be saved. For her, death felt kinder than a lifetime behind bars.

Gary then offers Mira wealth, freedom, and his name in exchange for one hundred days of living without fear.

What begins as a contract turns into laughter, healing, desire, and a love neither of them planned to survive.

But when secrets surface and time stops being the enemy, Mira must choose between protecting her heart… or believing that some love stories are meant to last beyond their expiration date.

She's a Pack doctor. He's a fugitive Rogue.
For two years, Dr. Nora Caldwell has been healing wounds in the shadows—treating Rogue injuries off the books and gathering evidence that the official narrative is built on lies. But when she's assigned to hunt down a notorious Rogue leader, she realizes the man she's been falling for is the same one she's sworn to destroy, forcing her to choose between duty and truth.
Reth never meant to let her close. As a former operative turned underground revolutionary, he knows that love is a liability and trust is a weapon. But Nora sees past the armor, sees past the scars—and when she discovers what he's really fighting for, she has to make an impossible choice.
Fight for the system that trained her. Or fight alongside the man who could bring it all down—and risk everything she believes in.
In a world where the government manufactures enemies to justify genocide, where genetic purity is law, and where love becomes an act of treason—Nora and Reth must decide if their connection is worth burning everything for.
Sometimes, the most dangerous thing is choosing the truth.

I was strapped to a cold metal table in the basement, begging my mate to spare my life.
"Do it," he said, ignoring my tears. "You shouldn't have hurt Shari's puppy out of jealousy. This is the price you pay for harming my only heir."
A silvery liquid was injected into my veins, burning through my body and severing the bond between me and the wolf.
"NOOOOOO!"
A scream burst from my throat as tears streamed down my face, my wolf left me.
I became the most insignificant servant in the pack, while Alpha Zack, embracing his childhood friend, publicly declared his illegitimate son the Alpha heir of the pack.
Alpha Zack thought I would become insecure and weak, eventually submitting to become the mother of his illegitimate son and serving him and Shari, but he didn't know that my true identity was the most beloved daughter of the leader of the Bloodclaw Pack.
I dialed my father's number. I had 24 hours left before I could escape this damn hellhole.

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

Five years ago, they stripped me of my rank and stopped my retirement pay. Now, with the Imperial army at the gates, they kneel at my door, begging for my services. My daughter is wearing last year's shoes, her big toe practically sticking out. My wife is still refilling coffee at a fast-food restaurant at 3 a.m. The neighbors call me "that welfare-dependent guy" behind my back. I pulled my five-year-old dismissal order from under the bill and slipped it under the door. "You've got the wrong person."

Tessa gave up everything for her husband—her career, her family, her dignity—only to be discarded when his past walked back into his life.
Broken, she signs the divorce papers and leaves.

Years later, she returns as a woman the world kneels before and Smith realizes too late that the wife he broke has become the reckoning he cannot escape.

She's back powerful, untouchable, and unforgiving.

This time, she isn’t asking for love.
She’s collecting debts.

Corbin, Davis, Seth, and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We'd been inseparable since childhood, promising to go to college together and never leave anyone behind.

Everything changed when Mira moved into Corbin's house during high school.

Since then, every major decision had become a guessing game. They always told me to guess their choices, and I was always the one left out.

Three days before our graduate school decision deadline, I asked where everyone was going.

Corbin, my boyfriend, hinted at Boston. Mira posted a photo of New York, and Davis shared a video from Chicago.

I spent seventy-two hours reconsidering my options, desperate to stay with them.

Then I found a secret group chat on Corbin's laptop.

Mira: You're really all coming to New York for me?

Davis: We already accepted.

Seth: What about Brenna?

Corbin: Let her choose for herself. Once she realizes we're all together, she'll follow us. She always does.

I stared at the screen. They'd already planned their future without me.

This time, I didn't try to catch up.

Instead, I accepted an offer from Project Aegis, a classified federal research program requiring two years at a restricted facility with limited outside contact.

They'd made me guess for years.

Now it was their turn.

Nathan Cole had been overseas on business for two weeks.

The night he came back, he kept me in bed until well past midnight.

Afterward, I could barely lift an arm. It took a while before I noticed the empty box on the nightstand. The last one.

I reached for my phone to order more condoms. I always bought them. Nathan never bothered with it.

This time, just as I was about to pay, he took the phone out of my hand.

“Don't order them yet.”

I paused.

He offered no explanation. Leaning back against the headboard, he opened my shipping information, deleted the default address, and typed in one I didn't recognize. Right in front of me.

I stared at the screen for a few seconds.

“Where's that?”

“Ethan Mercer's place.”

He said it casually, as though there were nothing strange about it.

For a moment, I couldn't make sense of what he meant.

“Why would I have them sent there?”

He looked down at me and smiled.

“Claire Bennett, how long have you been with me?”

My fingers curled slightly against the sheet.

“Four years.”

“That long, huh?” He gave another little laugh, as if he'd just realized how long he'd been using something.

“Then it's about time you had someone new.”

This monster leaned in close, looking at me like I'm sort of ant, and roared right at my face.
I almost passed out from fright at the sight of the beast.
'Is this how I die?' I questioned as I shook fraily under the best.
When our eyes met, something stood out and for some reason, I instantly knew who it was.
It was Kieran Blackwood. The Exiled Alpha.

***

Lilith’s life has always been defined by duty. Raised by Alpha Zander after being orphaned, she is now bound to marry his son and become Luna of the Silverfang Pack, a fate she never chose. But on the day she’s forced to the altar, her world is upended when a rogue alpha, Kieran Blackwood—the Exiled Alpha feared across the land—attacks, leaving chaos in his wake and taking Lilith hostage.
In the shadow of old enemies and pack rivalries, Kieran is hiding secrets of his own, and Lilith might be the key to his redemption—or his downfall. As war looms and enemies close in, Lilith must decide where her heart truly lies... before it's too late.

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

I was born a princess of the Dragon Realm, destined for greatness.
In my past life, I married an amethyst dragon, Damien. Our union should have produced heirs worthy of legend. Instead, I bore him a Wingless One, the ultimate shame.
He didn't hesitate. One swing of his blade, and our child's cries were silenced forever. Then he dragged me, still bleeding from childbirth, to the Dragon's Maw. Threw me into the molten lava, my screams echoing as the flames consumed my flesh.
Meanwhile, my half-sister Isadora, a mere Bronze Dragon, married another Bronze, equally unremarkable. Yet somehow, she gave birth to an Amethyst Dragon.
She became our new Dragon Queen. I became carrion.
But death wasn't my end.
I opened my eyes on the day of the Choosing Ceremony. Damien stood before me. Then, with cold calculation in his eyes, he turned away. He chose Isadora.
He remembers too.
A smile curved my lips. Let him play his game. Because I know the truth now, a truth that will shatter everything.
How could a dragon who needs dark magic to maintain his wing color possibly father a dragon of true noble bloodline?

The aliens invaded. A toxic fog rolled in. New York turned into a living hell.
But I was forced into a tight spot. A strict Mother Teresa System bound itself to my soul.
I had to save everyone. Betrayers, killers, enemies—it didn't matter. If I didn't help them, the system would execute me on the spot.
Everyone mocked me.
They thought I was soft. The shelter captain stripped my weapons and threw me out into the dead zone.
They thought I was a dead man walking.
They were wrong.
They didn't know my system rewarded me with the ultimate Light ability.
So, get behind my blade.
I am going to save New York, whether it likes it or not.

I had caught Jasper entertaining the same woman in his bed seventeen times.   The first time I caught them, the shock triggered a miscarriage.   As I collapsed on his office floor in agony, Jasper didn't call 911. He just ordered his security to mop up my blood before it could ruin Lenora's designer shoes.   "At the end of the day, you're the one sitting at the head of my table," he would remind me, keeping me trapped.   When my grief finally turned to rage, I exposed their affair on his company's bulletin board.   In response, Jasper invited the tabloid press to our home. He tossed a contract at me with a cruel smirk.   "I have one other mistress," he challenged. "Find her in thirty days, and I'll drop Lenora and come home for good."   Desperate to save my marriage, I exhausted a fortune on private investigators. Yet, all my traps only ever caught Lenora.   Today was the deadline. Surrounded by flashing cameras and paparazzi, I exhaustedly slid a piece of paper with Lenora's name across the table.   "Jasper, please stop playing games."   Jasper lounged on the sofa, his arm wrapped around Lenora. He looked at me with cold, apathetic eyes.   "You dug through my entire life, yet missed the most glaring detail. The other woman... is you, Elowen."

I've signed five blood-bound annulment contracts with my mafia don husband, Killian.
Each and every time, he fed me the same line: "When this is over, we'll tie the knot again."
But every single one of those "things" was for the same woman: Seraphina Moretti.
We ended our marital bond for the first time, and I sobbed, begging him to tell me if his love for me had ever been real.
He clamped his hold on my jaw hard enough, enunciating every word coldly: "Elara, that doesn't matter."
When the second annulment rolled around, I was mocked openly at the family gala.
I locked myself away in the ensuite bathroom and sliced open my wrists; blood trickled along the tile grout.
My best mate tracked me down to find me trembling.
It wasn't the wound's ache making me shake, though—Killian was somewhere on the estate that very night, yet he never bothered to pop by and check on me once.
By the third split, I'd taught myself never to shed a tear in his presence.
On the fourth occasion, I even took it upon myself to ask him flat-out: "What sham do you need me to play along with now?"
He froze for the longest moment, said nothing at all in the end.
Now we're here for the fifth annulment.
He thought he only needs to click his fingers and I'll trot back to remarry him just as I've done all the previous times. What he did not know is this:
This time, I'm disappearing from his life for good.

Eight years ago, I was forced to marry Sicily's most dangerous man.

Louis De Santis, heir to the Santis crime family, decided he wanted me. Right in front of me, he brutally tortured and killed my fiancé Alessandro, then dumped the body in the ocean for the sharks. He used Alessandro's blood to write threats on the wall to my parents—I had no choice but to walk into that fortress he called home.

Louis was obsessed with me to the point of madness. He took bullets for me during family wars, got down on his knees and begged the family elders when they questioned his choice. Under that twisted kind of love, I gradually fell for him and gave him a son—Marco.

For five years, I thought I'd found happiness.

Until year eight, when the Corleone family sent their "peace offering"—Angelina Corleone. This innocent-looking woman effortlessly stole Louis's heart. He had the nerve to announce: "You two are going to get along."

I couldn't stand the betrayal, so I secretly reached out to other families to try getting rid of Angelina.

I got caught.

In his rage, Louis strung up 5-year-old Marco above the blast furnace at the steel mill.

"NO! Please! He's just a child!" I rushed toward Louis frantically, but his men held me back.

Molten steel roared inside the furnace at 2912°F. Scorching heat blasted upward as little Marco dangled just ten feet above the flames.

My heart nearly stopped.

"Mommy! Help me! It's so hot! So hot!" Marco screamed in terror.

"Put him down! Please!" I fell to my knees, begging desperately, "Kill me! Kill me instead! Don't hurt Marco!"

"Nod and let her stay, and I'll let him down." Louis coldly began counting down: "TEN!"

I watched Marco's little body writhing in agony from the heat.

"NINE!"

Sweat and tears blurred my vision.

"EIGHT!"

"I agree! I AGREE!" I broke down screaming, "She can stay! Please let Marco down!"

Louis smiled with satisfaction and stopped counting, about to signal his men.

Then—

"SNAP!"

The rope suddenly broke!

"NOOO—!"

Time seemed to freeze. I watched helplessly as Marco's tiny body plummeted.

"THUD!"

He fell into the furnace.

In an instant, he was gone.

I completely shattered, blood spurting from my mouth as I collapsed.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd gone back to the day Louis first brought Angelina home.

This time, I'm going to make him pay!

The kidnapper's boot sent the briefcase flying. Thirty million in cash scattered across the floor.
He pointed at me, then at the unconscious Camilla. "Not enough money. So you pick one to take home. The other stays."
Lorenzo stood among the bills, his face drained of color.
"I'm sorry. Camilla has a heart condition—she won't make it through the night here." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "You've always been the strong one. Once I get her to the hospital and pull together the rest of the ransom, I swear I'll come back for you."
The next second, Lorenzo gathered Camilla in his arms and walked out without a backward glance. The heavy iron door slammed shut with a boom that echoed through the space.
In the cavernous abandoned factory, it was just me and five thugs with brutal faces.
The leader dragged the flat of his blade across my cheek, his eyes dark with sick intent. "Well, well. Looks like your rich boyfriend just chose her over you. But hey, don't feel too bad, sweetheart—we're gonna keep you company."
Watching the twisted hunger in their eyes, I didn't scream or beg. I just glanced at the locked door. "Lorenzo's gone, right? Far enough away?"
"That p**y's probably halfway across the county by now." The leader grinned, reaching for my collar.
"Good." I let out a breath.
Snap.
The zip tie around my wrists gave way like thread. A massive shadow swallowed him whole.
In less than two seconds, a dragon nearly sixty feet long filled every inch of space.
I lowered my massive head, molten slitted eyes locked on the five frozen insects below.
Then I opened my fang-lined jaws and snapped them up one by one.

My mate lost his memory and fell in love with another woman.

Alpha Killian Cross forgot our five-year bond after a rogue attack. Sandra, the Omega who saved him, became his new obsession. I fought to restore his memories—and succeeded.

But the day he remembered me was the day Sandra killed herself. Killian blamed me for her death and chose to hate me instead.

When rogues attacked our pack, he died taking a hit meant for me. His last words? "I wish you'd never made me remember. I wish you'd let me love her."

Now I'm back—reborn to the day I first found him with Sandra. This time, I won't fight for his memories. This time, I'll let him keep his happiness with her.

Even if it kills me all over again.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

I'm the orphan the Aldrich family's steward took in. Edric is the heir to the Aldrich Group and the most powerful top-tier Alpha in Chicago.

We grew up together. I'm his fiancée.

The night of the charity gala, the photographer asked the executives and their partners to move in closer.

Edric gripped my shoulder, pushed me to the edge of the crowd, and pulled Valentina in beside him instead.

"Valentina and I are moving to the New York headquarters together next month. It makes sense for us to be in the shot together."

It wasn't the first time he'd pushed me aside.

When I brought him a question about a quarterly report, he said I was wasting his time.

When Valentina complained that reading files made her tired, he canceled a video call with European investors and rented out an entire amusement park to cheer her up.

When the two of them posed for a photo, everyone around them cheered.

All he could think about was taking Valentina to New York and leaving me behind in New Jersey, sure I would wait for him the way I always had.

What he didn't know was that I had already accepted a transfer to Los Angeles. Three thousand miles from New York.

This time, I wasn't going to wait for him to come home.

My name is Aria Vance, born with mismatched eyes.To the Silver Moon Pack, that made me a curse from the day I drew breath. Therefore, my parents threw me into the Mistwood the moment I was born.
That place exists for one reason—to hold everything the packs don't want.
Mutated wolves. Half-bloods. The maimed. Anything that didn't fit the mold got dumped there.
I was taken in by a black witch named Morwenna.
She taught me to heal, but I was fascinated by how to make a wolf's bloodline rot from the bone out, slow and quiet.
The day left, she clasped a blessed moonstone bracelet around it.
"Aria, your wolf was born bloodthirsty." She held my gaze. "Out there, don't ever let anyone see your real eyes."
For years after that, I went by "the Fir Healer," drifting from territory to territory. Heal, take payment, never linger.
I thought I'd spend the rest of my life like that.
Then the Vance family brought me back. It wasn't until the carriage that I understood—they wanted a scapegoat.
To marry me off in place of their fake heiress, Selena, to the crippled, half-mad Shadow Alpha—Cyrus.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

Three years of doting affection was nothing but a meticulously rehearsed lie. Dante Vitale kept Isabella as his perfect human shield to guard Seraphina, the woman he truly loved. Every warmth was fake, every danger was arranged. When the truth shattered her world, she lost her child and narrowly escaped death. Presumed drowned, Isabella lays low, collects evidence, and allies with an old FBI classmate. She brings down the entire Vitale clan, ruins his power, and leaves him scavenging for food on cold streets. He weeps for her in the snow, yet she will never turn back.

Maeve and I dragged a dying animal out of the rain. We thought we were saving a life. Instead, we invited a monster to our door for a blood oath. In my first life, I accepted the oath and died screaming. In the second, Maeve took my place and was skinned alive. This is our third chance.

I hid in shadows for six years while my vampire husband played duke with his mistress.

Lucian kept our marriage secret, called our daughter "the half-blood bastard," and rushed to comfort Seraphina's twisted ankle while five-year-old Vanessa nearly died from silver poisoning.

His precious lover had "gifted" my child deadly perfume. While I held my convulsing daughter, he was cutting cake with his real family.

So I handed him divorce papers during his next dramatic rescue mission. Fool signed without reading—too busy playing hero to notice he just legally abandoned his wife and child.

Now the mighty vampire Duke burns under holy sunlight, chasing us to territories his undead flesh can't survive.

Begging on scorched pavement for a second chance he'll never get.

My husband, the terrifying Mafia Don, dropped fifteen million dollars on a luxury yacht just to throw a lavish, high-profile birthday celebration for his precious first love.

And today marks exactly seven days since I died of an infection in a Detroit slum, simply because I couldn't scrape together a few cents for antibiotics.

At the banquet, an oblivious guest tactlessly brought up my name.

Alessandro dialed my number for the first time in five years.

"Genevieve, if you've suffered enough, crawl back here and beg Elena for forgiveness."

That is, until the estate doors were violently shoved open.

A scavenger walked in, leading a little boy whose face was an eighty-percent match to Alessandro's.

My daughter was choked until her face turned purple by the mistress's son, then nearly died after my ex-husband forced her to give blood.
She was beaten, cursed at, and abandoned on a bench outside the hospital.
And I could do nothing to help her.
Because I had already died eight years ago.
It wasn't until my daughter collapsed crying at my grave—and the story made the news—that my ex-husband finally learned the truth.
He had destroyed both me and the child we shared in the cruelest way possible.
And by then, there was no fixing it.

At three in the morning, I dragged my suitcase through the front door.
After a full week at an exchange program in Germany, I was too tired to even turn on the lights. I went straight to the shower.
The hot water poured over me, and I went cold all over.
A hundred and thirteen degrees.
My temperature. The one I always use.
Ryan had always said it was scalding. In five years of marriage I must have reminded him a thousand times, but every time he showered, the dial stayed parked at his lukewarm ninety-eight. Not once had he turned it back.
Tonight, the temperature was right.
Which meant only one thing: the last person to use this shower wasn't him.
I wrapped myself in a towel and leaned against the bedroom doorframe. "So," I said, keeping my voice light. "Since when do you think about your wife?"
The man in the bed blinked, then grinned and snapped me a textbook salute. "Yes, ma'am. Won't happen again, ma'am. I'll always remember from now on."
I didn't say a word. I turned and went back into the bathroom.
As the steam slowly cleared, two pairs of handprints surfaced on the glass shower door, one over the other.
One large pair, one small. The fingertips of the small pair sat a good few inches below where mine would reach.
And caught in the drain was a single strand of hair—long, straight, black, glossy as satin.
My hair is short and honey-blond.
Credit where it's due: they'd gotten creative.
Swallowing the nausea rising in my throat, I took a photo and sent it to my cousin Riley. She was a senior at West Point, majoring in cybersecurity.
Long straight black hair. About 5'1".
Find her and I'll give you five thousand dollars.
She answered in seconds:
On it. Let's see who this little home-wrecker is.

My best friend Sophie has a rich dad, a romance-novel addiction, and Daddy’s black card.

I have student loans and three part-time jobs.

So when Sophie decided to live out every love story she’d ever read, she hired me to play the villainess.

The mean girl who corners the class genius? Me. The spoiled heiress who won’t leave the campus heartthrob alone? Also me. Ten bucks per cringey text. Cash up front.

Easiest money I ever made.

Except the heartthrob never answered my fake flirting. He only answered when I accidentally told him the truth.

Now Sophie’s on romance number three, a bad boy with a Ducati, and I’m in a back alley in black eyeliner, pretending to slap her so he can swoop in and save her.

He doesn’t show.

Her last two heroes do.

The genius smirks. “Well, well. If it isn’t the two women who once loved me to death.”

“You’ve got it wrong,” the heartthrob says, and he’s not looking at Sophie. He’s looking at me. “That’s the gorgeous rich girl who swore she’d marry me.”

I was paid to be his worst nightmare.

Nobody paid me to fall for him.

No one has ever cleared Wish.
The Boss twists every wish into death.
I should have died first.
Instead, I kissed him.
After that, everyone who hurt me died. The other players called me the Boss's secret wife—and pointed a gun at my head.
To survive, I must uncover his past and make one final wish.
Get it wrong, and I'll be erased.
Get it right, and I may bring the monster back to life.

When I had a car accident, my mate, Alpha Ethan from the Blackridge Pack, was at the airport.
Even though I was nearly unconscious due to the violent impact on my head and managed to find my phone to call him in the devastated accident scene, he hurriedly said to me to call the police myself and hung up.
He couldn't wait to rush to the airport to meet the destined mate Ava, who was said to have a terminal illness and wanted to return to see him before her death.
The day I discharged happened to be the day for taking wedding photos.
I went straight to the wedding dress store, watching her wearing the wedding dress and jewelry that I personally designed, holding my mate Alpha Ethan's hand.
I calmly said, "Please go to the front desk to settle the design fee."
Without arguing or making a fuss, I turned around and went to the hospital for an abortion surgery.
I decided to give up on him and return to my pack, going abroad to participate in the Pack Leader Training.

On her way to her father's funeral, Elaine Foster was nearly killed by a hitman hired by her stepmother. But when she woke up, she had somehow become Audrey Parker, the wife of a powerful business tycoon. "Hahaha! Now I can cling to my CEO husband and crush those scumbags!" she thought gleefully.
Before she could even celebrate, her so-called husband coldly tossed a divorce agreement in front of her. "Audrey Parker, sign this. It's your last chance."
Divorce? Not a chance! She’d rather lose her life than her marriage.
"My love for you is as boundless as the rushing river, as unstoppable as the Yellow River in flood! How could you bear to leave me?"
The CEO’s lips twitched, and after a long pause, he managed only one word: "Leave."
Elaine took a step closer, batting her eyelashes as she playfully poked his chest. "Leave... and roll right into your arms?"
"Shameless."
She clasped her hands together in mock courtesy. "You flatter me."
From that day on, she embarked on a fearless journey—backed by the mighty CEO, no ghost or demon could touch her.

“We … we shouldn’t.” I groan, throwing my head back in reckless abandon as Saint sucks me dry.

He wraps his hand around me and finds me ready for him. He slides a finger in, and my cock jerks on his tongue. My legs tremble. My knees weaken. My head spins, and I cum hard. He swallows every drop and pulls away with a grin.

“Turn around, hold on to the bedframe, and keep your voice down. Our parents are downstairs.” He smirks at me, pushing me into position.

Wanton and willing, I turn around, arch my back and perch my ass for him.

He leans down, flattens his tongue over my hole, and I jerk with a groan.

He pulls away, and I feel the blunt head of his pierced cock. He digs his finger into my hips and pushes in slowly. He opens me wider and slides his cock in. My mouth falls open in a silent scream, and I surrender.

He’s my stepbrother. My rival. My secret. My ruin.

Reid Beaumont has everything: status, control, the captaincy, the perfect life everyone envies. Then Saint Larue crashes into it like a wrecking ball: tattooed, reckless, openly shameless, and now living under Reid’s roof as his new stepbrother.
Reid hates him instantly. Until one kiss changes everything.

Soon hatred becomes hunger, and every fight turns into desperate touches, hidden hookups, and nights spent tangled in sheets they should never share. But Saint is hiding darkness deeper than Reid ever imagined, and loving him means stepping into a world of addiction, violence, and pain Reid cannot fix with control alone.

Because falling for his stepbrother may cost him everything.

But losing him might destroy him.

Four babies. A billion lies. One mess.

Ares Langford is reckless, spoiled, and dangerously close to losing his billionaire inheritance. One more mistake and his father swears to cut him off for good.

So when a cop pulls him over for speeding, Ares panics and lies. His girlfriend is giving birth, he claims. The officer insists on escorting him to the hospital. Desperate, Ares bribes a random nurse and finds a stranger who just gave birth to quadruplets.

Tessa Monroe is exhausted, broke, and alone with four newborns she never planned to raise by herself. When a cocky rich guy begs her to play pretend for a million dollars, she agrees.

But one lie spirals into a full blown scandal when Ares’ mother storms into the hospital, declares Tessa family, and whisks them all into the billionaire’s world.

Now Ares is stuck playing baby daddy to four kids who aren’t his, pretending to love a woman he barely knows, and fending off his father’s wrath all while the world watches.

What starts as a lie turns into the biggest twist of their lives.
Will love bloom in the chaos or will the truth destroy everything?

She returned to bury her father. Instead, she was forced to marry his enemy’s son.

Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son.

Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic.

Rosa has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, not in grief, not in business, and definitely not in bed. But Viktor plays a long game, and with every stare, every challenge, he pulls her deeper into a world of secrets, power, and heat.

She was raised to be untouchable.
He was born to conquer.

And in the space between vengeance and desire, who is going to lose control first?
(Contains mature and dark content)


EXCERPT
“It was hard to focus when his palm teased my folds, circling my cl*t until I could barely breathe.

‘Why would you want to leave this behind?’ he growled in my ear, his chest rumbling against my back.

Because I can’t trust you. Because I don’t know what I want.

‘Because it’s cruel,’ I whispered.

And then he pulled away, leaving me trembling, desperate, and furious.”

❦

Also by the author: Hunting the Hybrid Queen (dark shifter romance).

'Why now, why him? I shouldn't have looked. I shouldn't have stayed. But my ears betrayed me. Adrain's lips on her - it felt like a knife twisting inside me. Why does it matter so much? He's my best friend's brother. He is trouble. And yet, my heart races whenever he is near. I hate myself for wanting what I can't have."

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Inez is a romance loving nerd navigating her love life. After catching her boyfriend, Ethan, cheating, she stays with her best friend, Irene, where she meets the playboy, Irene's brother, Adrain.

Despite their instant attraction, Adrain's playboy reputation and Inez's insecurities keep them apart. As Inez faces bullying, family drama, and danger, Adrain becomes her protector and secret crush. Will they overcome their past and Adrain's possessive nature to find love?

Both of them closed in on me at once.
Ezequiel gripped my waist, his rough voice burning against my neck, while Emmanuel pushed my legs open with a confidence that made my breath break.
Their hands, their mouths, their hungry breaths claimed every inch of my skin as if I already belonged to them.
—You’re ours, —one growled.
—All of you, —the other finished, their tongues meeting between my thighs.
My moan was swallowed by the vampire’s fangs as he caught my jaw and forced me to face him.
—You’re not escaping us, little Omega, —he promised.
—Tonight… the three of us devour you.

"Hello, little one. You’re exactly where I want you."

The letter trembles in my hands. No stamps. No markings. Just Killian’s twisted promise staring back at me.
I thought prison would keep me safe. I thought concrete walls and armed guards could stop the monster who branded his name on my soul.
I was wrong.

"My name is Liam. Liam Draeger."
The Warden’s voice cuts through my panic. I look up into eyes that are the same shade of dangerous green as the money my father used to wash.
Liam Draeger. The rival. The enemy. The only man Killian hates as much as he loves me.

I’m trapped in a cage run by one monster, while another hunts me from the shadows.
Liam steps closer, wiping a tear from my cheek with a thumb that feels too rough, too hot. "You’re shaking, Kitten. Are you afraid of me?"
I can't tell him the truth. That if Killian finds out I’m here, looking at Liam like this... he won’t just kill me. He’ll burn this whole prison to the ground with us inside.

They were my ruin. He was my destruction. They were fire. He was poison, one that spread through every inch of my insides unleashing its venom. Larissa, after losing her parents to an attack and being subjected to vicious treatment from the pack due to her father’s sins has learned to keep her head down decidedly remaining as unseen as possible. Logan is the Alpha in line and the only one Larissa allows into her life to slowly unravel her as they form a relationship that transcends from simple friendship into a sizzling passionate romance. But in one night friendship is broken, trust is shattered, and intense loathe tangled in bitter repugnance is awoken, and now Larissa’s heart is darkened with a thirst for vengeance for a man who once upon a time was the only love she knew.

Ebony Winters is out of place and time when she ends up finding herself naked in the arms of her mysterious and powerful rescuer, the ruthless Lycan King.
She feels as if she goes from one hell to another when a woman, who considers herself to be the chosen mate of the Lycan King, tries to have her killed after she takes her place by his side. She has been considered nothing other than a weak human by all who meet her.
That is, until she finally discovers that she possesses a unique set of special powers that have remained hidden until the awakening of her rare red wolf. She will utilize them, embarking on a trip of self-discovery and discovering that she is the only one who can bring balance to her new life.
With the Lycan King at her side, she will stop at nothing to prevent those who wish to do her harm, as she falls for her rescuer, the Lycan King.