10000 Book(s) Related to after they betrayed me i became the golden alpha s luna

His kiss was warm and wet, and he caressed my lips with his. His big hands ripped off my skirt impatiently as I struggled to get the words "No" from my mouth.
He entered me slowly, and I grabbed him by the shoulder and whispered," It hurts!" The man stopped suddenly and said, "You are really a virgin! You mean- you are...."I was speechless from the pain.
He instantly moved fast and hard. It became rough, it was urgent, and it happened.
I felt a burst of warmth rush through my body, and all my muscles tightened.


I have a few days to get married, so that I can take over the leadership of the Pack. However, a dark coven would not allow this to happen.
I had to seek assistance on how to protect my new relationship.
In the process, I got a chance to know who was behind the murder of my long term fiancée Jack who was murdered when the moon was just a quarter way. I had to seek justice and prevent such from happening again.
In a rush of time; I have to discover the truth, Protect my new relationship and as well act swiftly to protect our pack from the Witches.
"I know how you can protect him against the white witch," He softly said. I couldn't walk away anymore, I had this as the only chance to get rid of all the problems I had.
"How?"
"Undergoing the rituals. That's the only way, you have no time to think either. The full moon will be up tomorrow midnight, you've got twelve hours to solve all your problems. Are you in?"
"Yes I'm in!" I replied after a cloud of thoughts. To be sincere, my relationship with Otto was drafting apart, I needed some help.
That is how I got into much bigger problems. I thought all the pain would've gone by this. But no! I was wrong.


The witches' ritual was meant to drag me into their coven, make me powerless and even worse, break my virginity so I could be rejected by my mate.
There was only one way to get out of all the traps and problems, but which one?
And how? Am I even going to make it through, all alone? Or I'll make more mistakes?

When twenty-four-year-old Jasmine goes through a heartbreak that wrenches her heart out, she vows never to fall in love again. But when Damien St.Vincent saves her life from Vampire ex-fling, her whole world tilts. He comes with an offer, one of union, one she's forced to consider for the sake of her safety.
Damien is the Alpha of the Starlight pack and needs his Luna. And fast, if he's going to keep a curse from destroying the lives of all whom he loves.
And in time, Duty and need turn to Love and devotion in this gruesome yet sweet tale.
But first, they must survive their enemies, before they get to happily ever after.

Will they make it?

Aria Bennett has one goal,get through high school, keep her head down, and secure a future she can actually afford.

It’s been working so far… until she’s offered a paid tutoring job with a scholarship attached.

She says yes without hesitation.

Then she finds out who she’s tutoring.

Dominic Hayes.

Star quarterback. Top of the social ladder.
And the same person who’s made her life miserable for years.

Dominic doesn’t want her help, and he doesn’t pretend otherwise. He skips sessions, makes sarcastic comments, and does everything he can to get under her skin.

Aria, however, needs the money too badly to quit.

So she stays.

What starts as forced tutoring turns into constant arguments, quiet tension, and moments neither of them quite understands.

Because the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to hold onto the past version of each other, and somewhere along the line, hate stops feeling so simple.

Blurb

Reyhan Azhari, a young CEO known for his perfectionism and cold demeanor, hires a new personal secretary: Nadira Salma — intelligent, rigid, and just as much a perfectionist as he is. At first, they clash due to their equally strong personalities, but over time, admiration and emotional dependence begin to grow between them. Yet Reyhan harbors a secret: Nadira reminds him of a little girl with glasses he once met at an orphanage — a girl who left a deep impression on him.

As Reyhan starts to soften and show his vulnerable side, Nadira becomes confused by their growing closeness. Who is this girl from the past? And can Reyhan break through the emotional walls Nadira has built?

When innocent and quiet Elena Romano is forced to take her rebellious sister’s place in an arranged marriage to Lorenzo DeLuca, the ruthless heir of the DeLuca crime family, she steps into a world she never imagined.
Her sister, Isabella, was supposed to be the bride, meant to seal a truce between two powerful mafia families. But when Isabella runs away the night before the wedding, their desperate father threatens Elena to take her place or suffer the consequences.
Lorenzo, expecting a fiery and cunning bride, is shocked to find Elena—a soft-spoken but sharp-witted woman who wants nothing to do with the mafia world. He is cold, calculating, and sees her as just another pawn in the power game. But as the days pass, he realizes there’s more to her than meets the eye.

Skylar Scott is the only girl quarterback in top college football. She has no money, no family name, and one shot to go pro. Lose this season, and she goes back to nothing. Then her coach moves her into the team house with Owen Caldwell. The star player. The campus golden boy. Her brother's arrogant best friend. And the boy she just humiliated in front of the whole team.
Owen sets the rules. Don't look at him. Don't touch him. And he can change the rules any time he wants.
In the daytime, he calls her a charity case. At night, he waits up for her.
But Skylar is not the only one keeping secrets in that house. Someone on campus wants her gone. And the night a bag of pills shows up with her name on it, every rule is about to break.

“I am sorry. I didn't know what would happen. I just went to meet my dad.” I whimpered, standing in the corner, shivering with the incident.
“When I told you to stay away, why didn't you listen to me?” He growled at me angrily, covered with bandages and blood that had dried in his skin.
“I just wanted to meet him.” I cried, hoping my tears would soften his heart. But rocks don't soften up.
He was standing in front of me. He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to look him in the eye.
“And now, you better be ready for your punishment, bunny. Because you just disobeyed me and I hate people who disobey me.” The way his eyes darkened up, made my heart jump into my throat.
Everyone left us alone. I was locked alone with the devil, in between four walls.
Next thing I knew, he was forcing a kiss on me while pulling me toward the bed.
“Please, I will not do that again.” I whimpered as he tied me up with the bed. My arms and legs apart.
He didn't answer, but he tore my clothes off of my body.
“You will only learn after you are punished.” It was more of an animalistic growl, while his hands were all over my body, scratching me, making me scream


Drowning in debts and concerned about her mother's well-being, Layla made the deal with the devil himself. She had no idea , he was that very stalker who had terrified her half of her life. Not knowing what was coming for her. She soon realized her mistake. But it was already too late. She couldn't leave without being completely destroyed by the merciless mafia boss. The one who kills without thinking.

He can't love, he shouldn't love because he's a dangerous man. But this girl has got some type of hold on him.

Regina George is taken away as recompense for her father's betrayal of Gray Lane, a wealthy CEO but a dangerous Mafia boss. He decides to be lenient and keep her alive. But this isn't easy, as he finds himself drawn to her. He's further moved when he discovers she's never been really cared for, ever since her father's remarriage. Regina is terrified of his attitude towards her but finds herself falling in love with him. Her tender heart finds the human in him and she decides to stay, hoping that he will change.

Their mercy on each other turns into a dangerous love affair. But somehow, he manages to protect her with his life and someday, their love prevails over all oppositions.

Five years ago, Amelia Hart’s life fell apart in a single night. After discovering her fiancé’s betrayal, heartbreak drove her into the arms of a stranger, a man whose name she never even learned. It was supposed to be one reckless mistake… one night she would forget.
But that night left her with something she could never erase. Her daughter.
Now a single mother raising her brilliant five years old daughter, Lena is determined to keep love out of her life. Everything is under control, until she lands a job at the powerful Morgan Industries, she comes face-to-face with the company’s cold and ruthless CEO… Adrian Morgan. The same man from that night
When Adrian begins to suspect that Lena’s brilliant five-year-old daughter might be his, the past neither of them expected comes crashing back. To silence rumors and protect their reputations, they strike a risky deal: a fake relationship that keeps the truth buried.
But pretending becomes dangerously complicated. Because the closer they get, the harder it becomes to ignore the chemistry that still burns between them.
But the greatest risk of all may be falling for the one man she swore she’d never trust again. Because this time, her heart isn’t the only thing at stake.

Art historian Vivian Indila has spent her life chasing knowledge and caring for her sick younger sister—but when she’s chosen to be one of the organizers of a prestigious Victorian masquerade ball held on Valentine’s Day, she knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime.
At the mansion where the first ball was held, Vivian is drawn by an antique mirror, and a simple touch changes her life forever.
The mirror transforms into a magical portal, sending her back to 1885, the year of the first masquerade ball. Suddenly, she finds herself in a world she only studied in history books.
But then she meets Lord Adrian Northbrook, the mansion’s original owner. He’s handsome, enigmatic, and nothing like the man history recorded.
Because Adrian is not only a Duke but a powerful Alpha, and he instantly recognizes her as his fated mate, the one a prophecy promised would complete him.
Now Vivian must navigate Victorian society while searching for a way back to her own time. Yet the bond between her and Adrian grows stronger every day, and he is determined to make her stay.
Torn between the life she knows and a destiny she cannot escape, Vivian must decide whether to follow her heart or risk losing everything.

Liya Andrew lies in a dilemma where she has to get married to an arrogant billionaire to save her family business from bankrupt or run away with her fiance and get married to him.
But with her family in distress, she has to
sacrifice herself to save her family business from crashing.

Liya's parents signed their daughter off to Jude Sebastian, a well-known billionaire who has a clean good image not knowing they were selling their daughter off to a monster.

Liya's new home became hell for her, she was used for their selfish interest.

Tired of being used and maltreated, Liya started digging into her new family shocked to discover a lot of dirty secrets the Sebastian family was hiding.

The Sebastians decided to get rid of Liya for knowing too much, will their plan work?

Lots of dramas and battles as Liya kept her feet against the most powerful conglomerate family.

Will this small woman win against them?

Liya found out the Sebastians were involved in her family business crash, now she lost the love of her life to a monster.

Liya wants revenge but she got pregnant for Jude.

Will she let go for the sake of her unborn child? Or will she carry on with her revenge?

Let's found out!

Warning : 21+

Eli was raised by her abusive family who treated her like a slave, instead of a child who deserved love.

Provoked by the constant physical and mental torture she received, Eli attacked her father and almost killing him.

Realizing that she had made a fatal mistake, Eli, who was trying to escape from her house which she considered hell, was hit by a car carrying James Huntington, a young doctor who was the last heir to 'The Huntington' business empire.

As a form of responsibility, James paid all of Eli's medical costs until she recovered. However, Eli, who experienced severe trauma and was unable to communicate properly, forced James to take her back to his mansion.

James' kindness and gentleness were the trigger that for the first time made Eli feel truly loved. But that actually became the beginning of Eli's crazy obsession.

They've known each other for ten years, been in love for six, and married for three.
Yet he personally sent her to hell...
Blood draws, surgeries, a car accident, a raging fire—step by step, he led her to her demise, even sparing not their child.
But when she truly died, he went mad searching for her...
Sophia... come back to me. You loathe me so much, how can you just die...

I'm now walking towards the deepest part of the forest, my heart beating so fast, the place so silent and spooky.
"Are you sure about this Isabella?" Yvonne asked, her voice trembling in fear.
"I'm sure myself, but I just want to be far away from those bullies in school" I said with sigh.
I sighted a cave, it was calling out to me, I want to run away, but the cafe intrigued me in a way I can't understand.
I found myself walking further, then I turned around, but to my surprise Yvonne was no longer there.
But yet, I was curious, so I continued walking further in.
My heartbeat accelerated, when my eyes landed on a very scary creature lurking in the darkness, but it said word that lingers into the debts of my memory.
'mate'
Meet the intriguing story of Isabella, she was known to be very skinny and ugly, no one wanted to be her friend in school,then there was a faithful day she was bullied that was the day everything about her life changed.
The very day she decided to explore the forest, not knowing that was a beginning of something mysterious and delirious.

Three years ago, Nora Hart's seventeen-year-old daughter died after a charity party hosted by Hartley's most powerful medical family. The official record called it a voluntary overdose. Nora knew better: her daughter had called for help, the ambulance had been delayed, and someone had rewritten the truth before sunrise.

Now Nora has a new name, a quiet job inside Calder Health Network, and access to the files no grieving mother was ever meant to see. She will not beg the Calders for justice. She will let their own payments, reports, recordings, and betrayals lead them into the open.

But when the first accomplice panics, Nora discovers the cover-up reaches deeper than one spoiled heir. The man who buried her daughter's name is preparing to announce a billion-dollar merger in front of donors, cameras, and politicians.

This time, Nora intends to make sure everyone hears what really happened at the lake.

As a kid, I took everything apart. The trick was getting it back together before Dad noticed.

After college, that particular skill got me a job as a live-in companion and personal care assistant. The pay was outrageous. So was the challenge of the man I’d been hired to look after. He used a wheelchair, wanted nothing to do with anyone, and had already driven away seven assistants.

His mother took one look at me and decided someone his own age might have a chance.

“Keep it simple,” she whispered outside his bedroom. “Don't stare. Just help where you can.”

Then the lock clicked.

She went white. “Gray? Open the door. Don’t scare your mother like this.”

The house manager's spare key wouldn't turn. Everyone started talking at once.

I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair.

“Want me to try?”

When the door opened, I forgot how to breathe.

Graham Sterling, the golden boy from my high school, sat on the other side of it. The boy I'd spent years trying to get over.

His eyes caught on my face. For one impossible second, I thought he remembered me.

Then his expression shut down.

“Get out.”

In Aurora Academy, strength reigns supreme.
I am Athena, a born peak Alpha. I once trusted love and loyalty, only to be betrayed by my fiancé, my best friend, and the weak Omega I sheltered.
They plotted my downfall, stole my glory, and left me to die in the abyss.
Blood tempered my wolf soul. I return colder, sharper, and unchained.
No more tenderness. No more mercy.
I will reclaim what is mine. An Alpha rises alone to the throne.

Bryan and I had been together for a year.

He was gentle, thoughtful. I had no reason not to trust him.

Until the night the typhoon hit.

He called. He said he, his mother, and his brother's family were outside my door, soaking wet. They just needed somewhere to stay for the night.

I walked to the door.

My hand reached for the doorknob.

That's when I saw her in the hallway mirror.

My future self.

Covered in blood. Clothes shredded.

She was screaming at me. "Don't open the door! They'll kill you!"

Everyone knew Kieran Blackwood was the most dangerous man in this city—mafia boss, hands stained with blood.

And I, Aurelia Fairmont, the rebellious heiress, was his dirty little secret.

Every night, he'd pin me beneath him, claiming me with that rough whisper against my ear: "You're mine. Always." That possessive hunger made me believe I meant something to him.

Until she came back.

When danger struck, he didn't hesitate for a second. He dove for her, shielding her body with his own.

I was just his plaything while he waited for her return. A toy that could moan.

When she stole my mother's heirloom, he didn't just refuse to help—he locked me in his basement and tortured me for seven days and nights. That's when I finally saw the truth.

The day I left, I didn't look back.

What I didn't know was that after I left, the man went insane...

I drained my savings and ruined my health, spending six months building my sister’s dream mansion with my own hands. I turned down high-paying projects, worked day and night, and covered all construction costs out of my own pocket. All I got in return was betrayal from my own family. At the housewarming party, Chloe falsely accused me of theft. My father and mother backed her up, threatening to send me to prison unless I signed the debt over. They claimed it was my duty as the older sister, an unbreakable family debt that I had to pay no matter the cost. Humiliated and cornered in front of all the guests, I had no choice but to give in. But when they whipped up online hatred against me, I could no longer stay quiet. This unfair family debt? I will tear it up for good.

She died a victim. She woke up a predator.
Victoria Blake once had it all: a thriving career, a perfect marriage, and a best friend she trusted with her life. Until an unknown message shattered all her illusions.
She watched her husband and her best friend make love in Room 509. Their lewd moans echoed through the entire hallway, but her husband only responded by slapping her across the face.
That night, her husband and best friend decided that her cancer diagnosis would be the perfect cover for murder.
But she didn't stay dead.
Reborn five years in the past with her memories intact and something far more dangerous—the instincts of a hunter—Victoria refuses to be a victim this time. Armed only with her predatory senses and painful knowledge of the future, she begins a meticulous game, collecting evidence, building an army of talented women, and dismantling the lives of everyone who wronged her.
But when Marcus Reid, the mysterious VP who has been protecting her from the shadows, reveals himself as her wolf pack mate, everything changes. Together, they're unstoppable. Apart, she's still lethal.
Some women rise. She hunts. Nothing will stand in her way.
This paranormal revenge romance is about second chances, corporate warfare, and learning to trust again—even when trust has cost you everything.

I have been engaged to my fiancé nine times, and each time, he has abandoned me on the wedding day for my sister.

The first time, I knelt in the church, pleading with him not to leave, while he gently cradled my sister, not even affording me a glance.

By the ninth time, as he once again postponed the wedding for her sake, I no longer cried or protested. Instead, I calmly removed my veil and said, "You may go; the wedding is canceled."

He believed this was merely a ploy of mine, filled with confidence as he promised, "Once Emma is better, we'll reschedule the ceremony."

Little did he know that the departure date on my plane ticket coincided with our wedding day. As he frantically searched for me, I had already become the fiancée of his worst enemy.

This time, even if he were to kneel and beg at my doorstep, I would never look back.

On our fifth anniversary, my Mafia Don husband kissed my cheek, then switched to Corsican to tell our adopted daughter how much he enjoyed getting her pregnant piece by piece.

He didn't know I spoke seven languages. Corsican included.

He didn't know that in three days, I would vanish — no body, no trail, no goodbye.

When I disappeared, he lost his mind.

Now it was my turn to teach him what losing someone really meant.

My mother-in-law got pregnant at fifty-nine.

She had diabetes and high blood pressure, so I talked her out of keeping it. I thought I was saving her life.

I never imagined that months later my husband would die in a car crash, or that his parents would never get pregnant again, no matter what they tried.

They said I'd wiped out their family. So they put weed killer in my water.

My organs shut down one by one. My lungs turned to scar tissue. I suffocated slowly, wide awake for every second of it.

Then I opened my eyes on the night she told us she was pregnant.

This time, I took her hand and smiled. "Keep the baby, Mom. I'll help you raise it."

My daughter was running a fever. When I carried her downstairs, my sister-in-law was already waiting beside my husband Ethan Cole's car with her son in her arms.

Ethan hesitated. “Do you want me to take you?”

Before I could answer, Claire cut in.

“Ethan, it's Zack's preschool open house today. We're going to be late.”

“Besides…didn't we agree you weren't going to help her financially for a few months?”

Ethan looked at my daughter and me as if he wanted to say something. Then he drove away.

Just as my rideshare arrived, a notification from work appeared on my phone.

“You've successfully completed your probationary period. Your permanent position takes effect next month.”

I let out a breath.

It had been five months since Ethan cut off my card.

At last, I could start making the divorce happen.

At nine, I sacrificed everything to protect my mother from the fate of my past life. I sent her away and suffered fifteen years of agony in my father’s dungeon. Years later, the powerful Luna Selene reunites with me, bringing only suspicion and insult. Even her offer of her own life cannot atone for the past. Some sins cannot be washed away by death.

My family used me as bait to destroy my sister's happiness.

The plan was simple: fake being poor, watch my sister's construction worker boyfriend run when times got tough, then reveal the truth and break her heart. I was supposed to be the convincing proof of our "poverty."

But I didn't know I was acting. For ten years, I lived their lie for real. Starved while they feasted in hiding. Worked myself to the bone while they watched me suffer.

Then I got my dream job and burst through the door to save everyone—only to find my sister's engagement party in progress.

But she'd dumped the construction worker for a tech mogul. "Maya's suffering was so authentic," she laughed to her guests. "It showed me exactly what I'd become if I stayed with Jake. Thank God I came to my senses."

My pain was her wake-up call.

No one knew I was an addict.
Not to alcohol, not to drugs, but to the rawest, dirtiest kind of union.
To keep up the facade of this respectable job, to stop myself from turning into some desperate, heat-crazed stray begging for a man’s touch on the street, I had to swallow those little blue pills every day.
Until that damn blizzard trapped me with thirty hockey players reeking of sweat and testosterone, and my pills—gone.

I thought I had the perfect life.

A mansion in Westport, a successful husband, a beautiful daughter. Sixteen years of marriage that seemed unbreakable.

Until I found another woman's watch band in my husband's car.

Until I discovered that woman was my daughter's soccer coach.

Until I realized my nine-year-old daughter was helping her father lie to me.

Some betrayals strike like lightning. Others seep in like slow poison, until you discover your entire world is a lie.

When I stood on the platform at our annual community barbecue, armed with evidence and burning with rage, I understood a truth that would have destroyed the woman I used to be:

Sometimes the only way to save your family is to destroy it first.

At the Academy's Beast Hunt Competition, I killed a high-tier Shadow Wraith and carved out its core.

My sister Seraphine stole it and claimed first place.

That core eased the brutal dragon prince Draven's chronic migraines. He demanded to marry the mage who presented it.

My fiancé Kelvin soul-bound himself to Seraphine overnight to "save" her. Done deal.

Someone had to fulfill the dragon marriage contract. That someone was me.

Seraphine draped herself over Kelvin, smirking. "Sister, your fiancé's MINE now. Draven arrives in three days—better find some random dragon to marry, or he'll tear you apart."

I looked at her smug face and smiled slowly.

"What makes you think I won't marry him?"

For the sake of my gravely ill brother, I became Vince Hayes' mistress. I thought he was the god who pulled me out of hell, until he stood by and let his fiancée slap me across the face. So I left everything he'd given me, along with my dignity, behind that night. Later, that same arrogant Vince knelt at my hospital bed, his eyes red, begging me to come back. But looking at him, all I felt inside was a dead, barren silence. I no longer loved him. I didn't even hate him.

I'm the only daughter of a mafia leader. I married Marco, an outsider, against my father's wishes.

Six months ago, my father died in a car accident. Marco took over part of the family business. One day when I was feeling down, I passed through the slums and saved a girl named Gianna who was being beaten for stealing food. I took her in as my assistant and treated her like a sister.

But when I was six months pregnant, I walked into the company break room and found Gianna in lingerie, seducing Marco.

I ordered my guards to send her back to the slums immediately.

Marco tried to plead for her. I cut him off coldly: "I don't want to see her again."

He went silent for a moment but didn't oppose my decision.

Over the next three months, Marco seemed warm and caring on the surface but grew increasingly distant. I thought he was just busy with work and decided to help him after the baby was born.

My due date is this week.

Last night, Marco lulled me to sleep like always, his voice so gentle.

But now when I wake up, I find myself lying in the middle of a deserted forest.

And my husband, holding Gianna whom I had sent away, looked at me arrogantly and said, "Since you love sending people away so much, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem for me to send you here to give birth, should it?"

The tour bus hung precariously over the cliff's edge, smoke billowing from its engine. Inside, two pregnant women were trapped.

"Captain Walker, both pregnant women are in critical condition. Who do we save first?"

I had been pierced by a steel rod through my abdomen, my water had broken, and I was screaming desperately at my husband:

"Ryan Walker! My water broke! The baby's dying!"

On the other side, his first love Stella clutched her chest, her face deathly pale:

"Ryan, I'm having a heart attack! Save me!"

The man in the firefighter uniform charged toward Stella's side without hesitation.

"Captain, your wife's position is easier to reach!" team member Mike shouted.

"SHUT UP! Follow orders!"

He rushed to Stella without looking back, leaving behind one sentence:

"She won't die. I'm her husband, I take full responsibility."

No one would believe that Lorenzo Moretti's wife—the mafia Don's wife—

had to kneel in his study and beg him to approve three hundred thousand dollars to save her brother's life.

All because he thought a woman from Brooklyn's slums needed constant reminding of her place.

Just last night, kidnappers sent photos of my brother's severed finger, and I got on my knees begging him to sign that goddamn form.

His trusted advisor Sofia stamped "REJECTED" in red ink, sneering: "Insufficient proof."

Lorenzo didn't know I endured this humiliation because I once loved him.

Now Sofia told me my brother was dead, dumped in the Hudson River.

I don't need to be his caged canary anymore.

I downloaded a mysterious app that promised to "silence noisy neighbors for good." 
With one tap, I became the 48th and final voter—and the raging party upstairs went dead quiet.
Three days later, detectives told me the family upstairs had died in perfect silence.
And they found a sonic weapon hidden in my bedroom, registered only to me.
Outside the interrogation room, my neighbors watched me with knowing smiles. 
"Welcome to the jury," one whispered. "Your vote made it unanimous."
Now a new trial has begun on the app. A red number glows over my apartment.
This time, I'm the one being judged.

My husband sent me to a clinic to erase my "attachment distress" toward him and our daughter.

He said I was too obsessive, too clingy, that my love was suffocating him. So the day I found he'd booked three tickets to Zurich—one for himself, one for our daughter, one for another woman—I signed the consent form.

He said the treatment was temporary. That once I was "better," we'd still be a family.

Three months later, I walked out of that clinic. I remembered the white roses at our wedding. I remembered sitting up all night with our daughter when she had a fever. I remembered every time he'd told me he loved me. All those memories were still there, as clear as if they'd happened yesterday.

But when he stood before me holding flowers, eyes red, asking why I wouldn't fight anymore, why I wouldn't cry, why I didn't love him anymore—I could only tell him calmly:

I remember loving you.

That feeling, though? It's really gone.

He thought he was erasing my pain. He had no idea what he'd actually erased.

I used to be so sick of the mafia's endless bloodshed. So, when I met Cassian, I hid my real name and willingly played the role of his sweet, obedient girl.
But three years of devotion only bought me a gut-wrenching betrayal.
When I was eight months pregnant, he tossed me into the dungeon like trash, all so he could marry a mafia heiress. To ensure his new fiancé’s child inherited the empire, he ordered his men to inject me with labor-delaying drugs.
They suffocated my baby inside me.

"You're just an orphan, only fit to be a mistress," he mocked, looking down at me. That single sneer shattered my last shred of hope for a normal life.
Lying in a pool of my own blood, I stopped fighting and let out a cold laugh.
Cassian, you stepped on my baby's life to climb to the power you crave. I hope to God you don't regret this. Because the woman you just pushed back into the abyss will become your worst, unreachable nightmare.

Eight years together, and I'd hinted at marriage more times than I could count.

I'd even booked the venue in Hawaii, just like we'd promised each other years ago.

He played dumb.

Then he took the trip for two I'd been hoping for and handed it, without a second thought, to a young intern.

Something in me went quiet for good.

So I disappeared, cleanly and completely.

He spent the next month out of town at a conference, with the intern in tow. It was almost over before he noticed that I'd blocked him everywhere.

He was sitting in his hotel room, irritable, when his phone rang.

A friend, a few drinks in, was complaining on the other end. "Man, that's cold. You got married and didn't invite me? I had to find out from Chloe's Instagram!"

He went still. His hand was shaking a little when he asked for screenshots.

The screen lit up. The location tag said Hawaii.

In the photo, I was standing on the sand in a white wedding dress.

For a moment, his mind went completely blank.

I’m Maria, thirty years old, my body like a forgotten vine, aching to be watered and revived. Once, I thought marriage was my safe harbor, but my husband—that useless bastard—not only left me unsatisfied in bed, he betrayed my heart, screwing around with another woman. My pussy has long been dry, yet desire burns in my chest, forcing me to flee that cold, empty home and seek refuge in the vineyards of Provence, desperate for a breath of life.

Here, I met Julian. That evening, under the grapevines, he fucked me hard. I know this is just the beginning. My body and soul will be reborn in this steamy affair.

Seven years married. Seven years reading minds. Still ended up the biggest joke in New York's underworld.

My husband Dante—Mafia boss—put that ring on my finger thinking, "This should be Elena's."

Seven years taking bullets for him. Seven years tortured for him. All I got was his cold contempt.

Then Elena came back with a kid. I became trash.

"Victoria, you disgust me." He crushed me under his boot, had me beaten bloody—all for her.

That's when my heart died.

I didn't explain. Just watched the clock.

Three hours until the boat leaves.

Dante, we're done. Forever.

I ran into Arthur again in the ER. Seven years ago, he was the man who kept me.
He had brought his fiancée in. I was the trauma surgeon on call.
I opened Cecilia's abdomen with my own hands and pulled her back from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy that was bleeding her out.
Outside the OR, Arthur sneered that since I'd failed to sleep my way up back then, now I had to work myself half to death for a paycheck.
I nodded calmly and agreed with him. He took that to mean I wanted back into his bed.
What he didn't know was this: whatever I threw away seven years ago, I never look at twice.

His erection solid. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up, turning toward the bed.
I groaned when he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine, he nipped at my lower lip and sucked it into his mouth.
"Fuck, Raven," he cursed his eyes tracking down my body. "I've tried, but I can't wait any more."


Brutally orphaned and betrayed by her boyfriend Raven flees to Boston, ton call in a one time promise.
But Boston wasn't exactly what it had seemed, and she finds herself integrated into 'The Organization', the werewolf mafia syndicate of Boston.

With her new connections, including the enigmatic and sexy Anthony, an alpha with the determination to make her his Luna, will she finally be able to uncover the ever growing conspiracy surrounding her parent's deaths...and perhaps learn a little something about her own beginnings? Will they be able to save the packs of Boston? And when Darius shows up following the same trail of clues will she be able to sort out her intense draw to both of the two alphas? Who will save that piece inside of her that has been broken for so long?

"Five years. Five pureblood sons."
My husband's mistress smirked, parading her boys through my private hall.
She was the one who looked the most like me—the best of the 99 breeding Omegas my husband supposedly "rejected" years ago.
"Dominic told me he's disgusted every time he touches your barren, ruined body," she sneered. "I'm the one giving him a real family."
My husband dug up our dead daughter’s urn and let his mistress pour dirty dog blood on it.
"Her dead spirit is cursing my fertility," the mistress whined.
The next day, he cornered me at the hospital, threatening to leak the video of my dungeon torture if I didn't kneel to his mistress.
The sound of my own agonizing screams and the clinking of those heavy chains echoed from the speaker.
"Get on your knees and apologize to my mate," Dominic snarled, shielding his pregnant mistress. "Or I release this video. Everyone will see what a broken, dirty whore you really are."
My vision faded to black, my hands instinctively shielding my slightly aching stomach.
When his frantic hands rush my lifeless body into the emergency room, he’ll find two things in my coat pocket:
A finalized divorce decree.
And a scheduled abortion form for the baby he never knew I was carrying.

As a Luna, the reason I couldn't conceive for three years was shocking — my Alpha had secretly been feeding me suppressants all along. And if that betrayal wasn't enough, he let another woman carry his pup. Heartbroken and furious, I turned my back on him and severed the bond that once held us together. The headlines screamed: 'Alpha’s Luna Runs Away with Another Wolf.' Yes, I ran away with my first love, Beta, and now my regretful Alpha is hunting me down, desperate to win me back. Caught between the loyal Beta who has always been by my side and the Alpha who won’t let me go, which path will I choose?

At the wedding, Mia realized that her fated mate, the powerful Alpha Derek, despised her rogue status as much as anyone else. He has always loved his first love, Cassandra, even though she set Mia up and ruined their wedding. Heartbroken, Mia rejected Derek and left, but soon, Mia realized that she was the lost and amnesiac Alpha daughter of one of the biggest packs in the werewolf world.
And, she is pregnant......

I was the Luna of the Luthor Pack, the fated mate of Alpha Vincent. I once crawled through a snowstorm, begging for his essence blood to save our dying daughter. His only answer? A boot to my hand and a sneer: "Dream on, you shameless whore."

He shackled me to a silver rack, forcing me to watch faked videos of my "infidelity." To him, I was a corrupt stray; to me, he was my life, my soul, and my tormentor. He finally spat, "Since you love being serviced by men, let my pack have their fill of you," and sold me at an underground auction.

That night, my world shattered. My daughter was tossed into a pit of mad wolves, and I was discarded like trash. But when I finally broke free, I didn't want his love—I wanted revenge. Yet, the moment I disappeared, the man who once stepped on my neck began to lose his mind, hunting the world to find me.

"Marcella, come back," he begged, eyes bloodshot with obsession.

I looked at him, my heart a hollow void. "Alpha, you're too late. I died the day you threw our daughter to the wolves."

"What the hell are you two doing?"
My voice tore through the crowd—only to be met with the words that destroyed my world.
"It was a drunken mistake, Ava. Don't read into it—it was just a meaningless fling."
"Who'd want a lowlife orphan like you as Luna?"
"As for Ava, she's stripped of her rank and banished from the Oakwood Pack."
With those sentences, Liam—my first love, the man I believed was my mate—cast me aside before the entire pack. And just like that, I became no one.
Exiled and shattered, I fled into the human world, where a kind doctor, David, found me unconscious on the roadside. Three weeks later, I woke to a truth that changed everything: I was pregnant. With triplets.
Five years pass. I've rebuilt myself into one of the human world's rising physicians. I'm engaged to David. My children—Jace, Niko, and their sister Rhea—are my life. I've buried the past where it belongs.
Or so I thought.
When Liam's warriors abduct me outside a hospital parking lot, the nightmare begins again. A mysterious plague is ravaging the Oakwood Pack, and his father, former Alpha Zane, is dying. Desperate, Liam demands my help—while his new "chief witch," Lucy, tightens her grip on the pack through deceit, prophecy, and a seductive hold on him.
But secrets never stay buried.
When Liam discovers that one of the children he glimpsed has his eyes, everything spirals. Loyalties fracture. Old wounds tear open. And I'm forced into a deadly game—cure the plague, protect my children, expose Lucy, and finally confront the man who broke me.
Because this time, I'm not the powerless orphan they threw away.
This time, I'm coming back as something far more dangerous.

Even if he hated me, I couldn’t look away from him. Even if he called me an imposter, a trickster, all I could think of was how alluring his scent was. Even when he was ready to take my sister’s words over mine, I couldn’t help falling for him.
I wanted him to take me in his arms and tell me that the last few weeks had been a dream after all. That he loved me, as a true mate would. I wanted him to be my Prince Charming. To be my salvation.
But that was not my fate. Goddess forbid if I had anything easy in life!
Sometimes, I truly believed that this mate bond was a curse. Not my being the Stealer.


Callista Leander turned eighteen with hopes of finding her happily ever after. But instead, she was left locked in a tower of a castle, doomed to be married off to her true mate’s feral brother to save him from certain death.

All because of one curse and a conniving sister. Her life was suddenly filled with betrayals and secrets, and in every corner she looked, danger lurked. Now, with the whole world against her. At the mercy of an angry king, her oblivious one true mate, will she make it out alive on the other side?

Fifteen was the year Evangeline learned that love was a death sentence. Betrayed by her family and abandoned by the boy who marked and promised her forever, she was left to wither in the shadows of a ritual she didn’t understand. She never knew she was the tithe—the living sacrifice used to bleed a dark curse from his soul and into her own.
Five years later, she has rebuilt herself from the ashes.
Emerging from exile as a gifted Healer in the Imperial Military, Evangeline hides her scars behind a mask of cold professionalism. She has mastered the art of mending broken bodies, but her own heart remains a jagged ruin. She wants only one thing: to serve, to survive, and to forget the name of the man who destroyed her.
But the battlefield is a cruel reunion.
When she is summoned to the inner sanctum of the High Command, she comes face-to-face with the legendary Commander-in-Chief—the ruthless "Iron Ghost" of the Empire. He is older, harder, and hauntingly familiar.
The man she was sacrificed to save is now the man she must keep alive.
As the curse she carries begins to stir in his presence, Evangeline must decide: will she use her gift to heal the monster of her past, or will she let the darkness she took for him finally consume them both?

"Call me your stepson one more time." He growls lowly. I gulp nervously, feeling a sudden pool of desire in the pit of my stomach. My body feels scorched by his hot gaze. It feels like molten on my skin. "You're hurting me, Damian," I whisper and gasp when I feel the hotness of Daemon's body behind me. I frown slightly. Why's the Moon turning dark red? Doesn't that happen only when... Panicking, I look into Damian's eyes. And against my wish, we all utter the words, "Mate."


For Anya, looking at her chosen mate, the Alpha in his deathbed, —a man who murdered her parents, and enslaved her whole pack brought a sense of relief and victory to her. She could finally leave the pack that brought her all the pain, and lived a life without revenge.

But the Moon goddess played a trick on her fate. The Alpha’s twins returned home and secretly claimed her as their mate in their mating ceremony.
Knowing it’s wrong, she begged for their rejection. Yet, her pleas fell on deaf ears. In the face of overwhelming anguish, Anya reluctantly surrendered to her stepsons, plunging into an intoxicating vortex of pleasure that shattered the boundaries of reality. With each forbidden touch, she teetered on the precipice of both ecstasy and survival. Can they keep their tantalizing tryst concealed from prying pack eyes, or will the secret unleash a cataclysm that will unravel her world?