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“W—we shouldn’t be doing this…”
I tried to whisper the lie, but Dominic was already on me, his mouth on my throat, hands claiming my body like he paid for the right to ruin me.
His fingers slid deep and stars danced at the back of my eyes. Dominic chuckles against my skin, “That’s Daddy’s good girl,”
and every boundary I ever believed in shattered.
No contract. No marriage vow. No lie I told could stop what happened next.


Lily thought it would be simple: marry her best friend’s husband under a false name, save her family, and uncover why her friend vanished without a trace.
But the moment she sees Dominic at the altar—dangerous, possessive and devastating—everything collapses.
Because Lily is hiding the one truth that could burn her new life to the ground:
Dominic is her daughter’s real father…
and her best friend’s missing husband.
Now she must survive a marriage built on secrets with a man who won’t stop until he owns every part of her.

Love was never part of Isabella Fisher’s plan.
At nineteen, she believed in books, coffee, and quiet routines not passion, not heartbreak, and definitely not men who looked like trouble.
But one reckless night in a crowded club changes everything.
She meets Lorenzo, an enigmatic Italian stranger with danger written in his eyes and sin in his smile. A night of heat and temptation ends as quickly as it began, leaving her with nothing but a memory she can’t shake.
Isabella’s world turns upside down when her mother announces her engagement to a wealthy businessman Giovanni Moretti. He’s charming, powerful… and hiding something. When Isabella meets his son at dinner, her heart stops.
Lorenzo.
The man she swore she’d never see again.
The man who now calls her stepsister.
As Isabella becomes entangled in the Moretti family’s dark world of secrets, power, and betrayal, she realizes the mark on Giovanni’s skin isn’t just a tattoo — it’s the symbol of a dangerous mafia empire. And Lorenzo? He’s caught in it just as deep.
Torn between her mother’s happiness and the forbidden pull of a man she should never want, Isabella fights the truth until love turns into war, and loyalty demands a price she never imagined paying.
Because in the world of the Morettis, nothing is safe, not family, not love, and definitely not hearts.

The military called me a legend. My wife called me a loser.

To honor a top-secret federal NDA, I buried my past and became a warehouse janitor at my wife's security firm.

I built her a multi-billion-dollar business empire from scratch, asking for nothing in return but the medical bills for my dying daughter.

Yet, just to marry another man, she stole my life's work as her own.

She went so far as to freeze my daughter’s healthcare account, throwing my dying little girl out into the freezing rain to force me out with nothing.

They thought they had stepped me into the dirt.

They have no idea that my NDA expires tonight.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out of the hospital with my girl in my arms, and dialed back into a locked military channel to issue one quiet command:

[SYSTEM RECOVERY: MASTER AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.]

Touch my daughter? Steal my work?

The reckoning has begun, and not a single one of you will survive the fallout.

Five months pregnant, I clung to the faint hope that my unborn baby and loving husband Liam would bring me warmth. But strapped to an operating table, I heard his cold order as the blade sliced my belly: cut out the fetus and discard it as medical waste—don’t delay Chloe’s kidney transplant.
My stepmother cheered next door, thrilled her daughter would get my kidney. They planned to drain me dry and leave me to die quietly. Little did they know, their brutal cruelty burned itself into my bones. When I crawl back from hell, I will break every last one of them.

To save my sister, I humbly married into her family, only to be treated like a parasite by my ex-wife, who was worth billions, and suffered endless humiliation.

When she stopped giving my sister her life-saving medication for her male best friend, I was completely desperate. On a snowy night, I plunged off a cliff with my car, and my body was never recovered.

It wasn't until the police presented her with her charred belongings and the truth about how I risked my life to save her that the once aloof woman went completely insane.

Three years later, I rose from the ashes as a multi-billionaire, while she knelt at my feet like a dog, begging and pleading, "Please... just look at me one more time..."

At the auction, when Anna’s painting was sold for the highest price of the night, I died in a dim underground studio.

No one knew that the painting had stolen my inspiration.

I was the most talented painter in the Hale family, yet I lived forever in my sister’s shadow — only because our paintings always ended up strangely similar.

At first, people said it was the bond between sisters.
Later, after my sister stole my paintings and exhibited them first, I became the so-called thief who plagiarized her works, while Anna turned into a celebrated, sought-after painter.

“Hard work really is more reliable than talent.” That was what people loved to say.

Before the auction, my family locked me away in the studio.
“Don’t ruin Anna’s big night.”

My sister Anna handed me a piece of bread.
“Little sister, have something to eat. When the auction’s over, we’ll go celebrate with a nice meal.”

“Look how kind your sister is — she still worries you’re hungry.”
Mother kicked me hard.

But she never knew Anna had poisoned the bread.
After just one bite, my skin broke out in rashes, I could barely breathe, and pain tore through every part of me.

Before I suffocated, I called my boyfriend Edd.
All I got was his cold scold:
“Lily, stop playing these cheap tricks!”

To the busy beep of the phone, I took my last breath.

When they came home triumphantly, thinking I was just being moody and refusing to join the celebration, they never knew I had stayed forever in that dark, quiet studio.

My roommate put a Blood Binding Curse on me — my own bloodline power, along with every resource I receive, gets automatically rerouted straight to her.
My ex helped her set it up. For six months she lived off my bloodline playing noble princess, him always on her arm, while I walked around hollow. The harder I fought to prove myself, the more I fed her.
Then I died. Came back knowing everything.
Here's what I figured out: the curse reroutes everything I receive.
Including debt.
I went to a guild and borrowed a batch of elixirs. Opened the contract.
The debtor on the line wasn't me.

On my due date, my husband Russell locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Pembroke family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Natasha and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Russell made this insane decision.

"My brother and Natasha's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

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

Wyatt’s eyes met mine, and I swear I saw them flash gold for a brief moment. The sunshine was coming through the window harshly though, so it was probably just a trick of the light.


Wyatt smiled and for a moment, it was like my heart leapt right out of my chest. He looked like a movie star standing there with the early morning sun behind him. His brown hair was styled a bit more than usual, with more prominent curls throughout and it was up and away from his face. His beard, which was usually more like a thick stubble across his cheeks and chin, had grown out a bit more, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed that this morning.

That was when I realized I never really let myself look at him for more than a few moments. If I had, I would have noticed the full sleeve of tattoos he had on his left arm– especially when he was shirtless this morning. Or I would have noticed that yes, he was sexy. Yes he was gorgeous. But he was also quite handsome and seemed to have a sweet air about him…


I shook that thought out of my head. As an alpha, he wouldn’t even be hanging out with some random woman– and definitely not one that read as human instead of a werewolf.


Wrenlee "Lucky" Jones wanted to keep a low profile. Hell, her life depended on it. But when she turned 18 and discovered that a long-time crush of hers was actually her fated werewolf mate, things get complicated fast. Within weeks, she finds herself the victim of an ancient curse and has to battle against both magickal entities and her stubborn, authoritative mate, who happened to be the Alpha King of the Appalachian Dominion. Suddenly caught between fate, fear, and love, Wrenlee must navigate the curse surrounding her and make decisions that will not only cost her... but will cost her mate. (Introductory Book to the Appalachian Dominion Novels, told in alternating perspectives)

Off to the human world, I could pretend to be just an ordinary girl with ordinary hormonal girl problems.


As everyone knew, I would be the one to replace my father as the future Luna and leader of the underground workings of the city. I had a front-row seat to the back-alley politics of the city.

The reality is for a wolf at seventeen, your world is never the same. It can be a lot of pressure. Even more so when you are the daughter of the alpha and are the future Luna of the pack.


Off to the human world where I could forget about all the mating stuff and pretend to be just an ordinary girl with ordinary hormonal girl problems.


Jackson Douglas was the town's bad boy, right down to his slick black hair, leather jacket, and boots. Pulling right up on the sidewalk was a primer black muscle car. Clearly, it had a lot of time, but into the motor and parts under the hood. V8 from the sound of the engine even in Idol.


"Thanks, but I think I’ll just call an Uber.” I turned to walk away but he caught my arm. “First off I have your phone, secondly you really do want to get in the car with me so I can get you home safely.” All of a sudden, looking in his eyes I wanted to do exactly that. All the irritation and creeps I was getting off our city’s bad boy were gone. I felt relaxed. Whatever was happening it didn’t seem to have complete control over my mouth though. “Fine, anywhere but home though and I will find something to stab you with.” With a huge smile now plastered on his face he simply said “Deal.” and we walked to his car. I opened the door so I could slide in. Oddly gentleman-like for the bad boy I thought, and it made me giggle. This was not good at all.


Darkness fell around us. The danger creeped in like a fog making it almost impossible to see a way out. This was it I thought, the end. The end of everything I know, everything I want. At that thought anger like I had never felt before burned within me like the fires of hell willing me to unleash them. To allow them to burn this world to the ground and everyone who dares to harm those that I loved. I no longer wanted to hold the fire back. I wanted to let it loose. Allow it to consume me. Looking around at those who were my friends and family, those who were here to fight with me who barely knew me, just believed in what we were here to fight for. I let go. I released the flames of rage. I felt the burn as they took over my thoughts and body doing what had to be done...

Warning🔞🔞🔞: This story contains a lot of explicit violence, foul language, and gore scenes, which are strictly not for readers under 18.
“Six months! Within six months, I will make you want me so much that you will not be able to breathe without me,” he said as he kissed her earlobe while he straddled her on his lap.
“You are wrong; in six months I will have people dropping flowers in your coffin as they bid you farewell after I have driven a bullet into your head.” Scarlett rasped as she stifled a moan trying to escape her mouth.
“Then it's a bet, but I know fate will work in my favor.”
“No, fate will work in mine,” Scarlett blurted as she tried to pick up the gun by his side, but he yanked it off her hand as he locked his lips with hers.


Scarlett Kendrick lost her family at the hands of Logan Russo, a deadly mafia lord, and she swore on her parents' lives that she would avenge them if that was the only thing she could do, but her uncle ran into trouble, and she was used as a collateral bride to a gang boss.
But on her wedding day, as she made to escape the wedding, she was kidnapped by her sworn enemy, with no escape route, but had to agree to a game with him. A game that needed six months.
He only asked for six months; he wanted her to be by his side for six months, and if she didn't fall in love with him, he would let her go, but Scarlett challenged him instead. She would get him killed in six months and not fall in love.
Would any one of them have their wish granted in six months?

Elena, a strong-willed She-wolf is forcefully sold by her father to the cruel Alpha Damien; they tell her that once she bears the Alpha an heir she would be set free.

What she doesn’t know is the cruel Alpha is her mate yet he remains oblivious to their mate bond, he torments her everyday and when Elena discovers she is pregnant she runs away from the abusive grasp of Alpha Damien.

Alpha Damien swore to find her and bring her back but what he doesn't know is Elena is now a well sought out healer.

Will Alpha Damien be able to get back his healer mate? Or will she end up in the hands of a second Alpha?

Find out in the gripping twist ahead!!

“I, Alpha Damian Blackwood, reject you, Arielle Slyden, as my mate.” You are not my mate, Arielle. You never were, and don't think the night we shared together meant anything to me.” Alpha Damian yelled at me as I stared at him in shock, his forest green eyes had no remorse or emotion in them. My chest pinched at me causing tears to fill my eyes but I refused to let him see how much effect he had on me.


One reckless night of passion on her eighteenth birthday became a curse that would haunt her. When Arielle's mate bond manifested, it cruelly tied her to Alpha Damian—her crush's older brother, and the man who had disappeared without a trace after claiming her innocence.

Arielle is caught between two brothers, one who owns her soul but refuses to be her mate, and the other whose forbidden kiss she craves.

What happens when Arielle discovers the one that had refused to claim her as his mate had marked her to be bound to him forever!!

Arielle gets tangled in a dangerous game of lust, and both brothers' interest in her might run deeper than desire. And their dark secrets might destroy her before she learns the truth.

My daughter Lily was shot dead while she was performing on her own stage.
I rushed forward to shield her, and a speaker crashed down onto my right shoulder. The bone shattered.
My husband, Vincent, “shot the gunman dead” at once and sealed off the entire opera house.
When I woke up in the hospital room, the pain almost suffocated me. My right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and when I tried to raise my arm, all I felt was a numb.
“…This isn’t what we agreed on.” The doctor’s voice was low and unsteady. “We only needed her blood sample for matching. Why did it have to go this far?”
“Lily’s blood type is a perfect match. This is the best possible outcome,” Vincent said. “I married Elena for this moment. I’ve been waiting for it.”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds. “But she’s your daughter… There’s no need to sacrifice a life, even if she is a Salaceno.”
Vincent cut him off. “You know how long an artificial heart can last. Camila’s daughter won’t hold out for long. I can’t put her through another surgery.”
“Camila’s child is the one I should cherish.”
At that moment, my blood ran cold. In his eyes, my daughter was nothing but an organ container.
He had no idea. All that talk about protecting his precious daughter—she wasn't even his.

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

"I'm all yours, take me," she whispered, running her finger all over the bare part of the chest, and sealing her fate with that one word.

"Once you become mine, you are mine alone!" He whispered the warning.


On that forbidden night of her eighteenth birthday, Eleanora's bond linked her to the one man she wished ill upon, the same man that had taken her innocence and disappeared without a word, the ruthless Alpha Alaric; worse still, he was the older brother to the man she secretly desired.

Torn between two brothers, one who owns her soul yet forbids her touch and the other whose forbidden touch she yearns for, Eleanora realises that there is more to her mate mark than just a claim.

She was not just a target but prey hunted by both brothers for far darker motives.

In a bid to change her fate, she journeys farther into a perilous territory; doom is now inevitable.

"You took my wedding dress for my stepsister?"
My voice was ice as I stared at the man I had loved for six years—the man I had saved with my own blood, drop by drop, through years of his illness.
Atlas Brooks couldn't meet my eyes.
"She's dying, Mandy. Susie's last wish is to marry me."
Six years of devotion. Endless blood donations. And this is what I get in return?
The man I saved wants to trade me for the sister who destroyed my family.
Let him. I'm done fighting for someone who never fought for me.
But when I tried to walk away, Atlas caught my wrist.
"After she's gone," he whispered, "we can still be together. Just... let her have this."
The dress. The wedding. The man. Let her have everything.
I'm not waiting around as anyone's second choice. Not anymore.
I'm ready to say goodbye to everything.
I thought I was leaving love behind forever.
I didn't know that at my stolen wedding, I was about to find it.

Extreme cold descended suddenly, with temperatures approaching minus eighty degrees Celsius.

My girlfriend tricked me into leaving the temperature-controlled fortress I had built with all my savings. She took her whole family and her lover and took over the place, leaving me, a cripple, to be left to die in a blizzard.

They sat around my fireplace eating top-grade Wagyu beef, declaring they would watch me freeze into an ice sculpture.

But what they didn't know was that, locked out, I turned around and dialed the number of the most brutal outlaw in the apocalypse.

I don't want the billion-dollar supplies and the houses; all I want is for their whole family to be trapped in this inescapable, icy hell, unable to live or die.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

In the wasteland, I earned enough military merit to be awarded two territories by the Alliance: an industrial city and an iron mine in the frozen tundra. In my previous life, my wife's younger brother threw a fit until he got the industrial city, while my wife forced me to take the frozen tundra iron mine instead. While their whole family lived easy in the industrial city, squeezing the workers dry, I was down in the frozen tunnels, struggling to dig ore day after day. Then the acid rain apocalypse came. The industrial city was corroded and brought crashing down by the acid rain, and my wife's family ended up covered in burns and open wounds. Meanwhile, I was doing just fine inside the frozen mine shafts. Out of kindness, I sent people to bring them to my side. I never expected my wife's entire family to turn on me and kill me together. Before I died, I detonated every last stick of dynamite in the mine and dragged them all to hell with me.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the Alliance office where the territories were being assigned. And this time, the first thing I heard was my wife saying, "Shut up! Give the industrial city to your brother-in-law!"

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

Everyone thought the disfigured obsessive fan was stalking actress Sophia Brown.

No one believed I was the real Sophia.

My twin sister, Lily, slept beside my husband, Don Jason. She used my face to star in my movies. She even took over my social media accounts and posted under my name.

I wanted an explanation. But Jason only looked at my scarred face with cold disgust and said he had always thought Lily was me. He said he had fallen for her and couldn’t let her go.

Lily told me becoming an actress had been her dream since childhood. Now that my face was ruined and I could no longer act, why shouldn’t I let her have it?

The only person who stood by me was my agent, Nancy. And because of me, even she was dragged into hell.

This time, I stopped trying to prove who I was. I chose another way.

"Who are you?" I came awake with a jerk, disoriented and aching all over.
A heavy male body lay beside me---we were both naked except for the sheet covering our bodies.

Embarrassment stained my skin bright red. I searched my memories of the night before, trying to figure out how I had gotten here while attempting to wrap the sheet around my body. I stopped when I realized I'd leave my bed partner totally nude.

My skin felt too hot and too tight as I tried to work out how to get myself out of the situation.
I wasn't used to being around naked men even if I was a werewolf. We cared about propriety no matter what humans thought!

I remembered myself saying over and over, "I'm your mate!"

I eased myself off the bed to look for clothes. I tried to be as quiet as I could so I didn't wake up the stranger.

I didn't take the sheet to spare his decency, instead sacrificing my own modesty: I'd rather be caught naked than have to face a naked man I'd evidently seduced with all the subtlety of a bitch in heat!

His scent was all over me, all over everything really. Rich and masculine, every time I breathed I felt as if I was being surrounded by the forest with hints of wood and a warm spice I couldn't name. I wanted to crawl back into bed beside him and never leave.

My wolf, Rayne, grumbled in my head, "We shouldn't leave! He is our mate!"

"Take me, please." This time into his ear. He sat up some and grabbed my hips pulling me on to him harder. The deeper he went the more I lost control. I could tell he was holding back. Maybe he was afraid to hurt me. The bruises, because of what he knows about my past, He thinks he has to treat me like I'm fragile. I looked straight into his eyes. "I can take it, please, I want you to make me yours." I was begging him now. I saw his face change as he sat up and pushed my legs up higher. Suddenly he was slamming into me…


When Sandra married Ryan she thought she had married her hero. A young bright police detective on his way up. It wasn't long before she realized she was wrong. A narcissistic abusive man with the support of the city and the police department. She was trapped. Caged. Until the night of her monthly trip to the movies with the friends she was allowed. The other police detective’s wives. She saw his eyes as he leaned against the wall. A tinge of recognition as she walked past him. Then everything went dark.

I am twenty years old, he is forty, but I am crazy for the man twice my age.

"You are so wet for me, Pumpkin." Jeffrey breathed.
"Let Daddy make you feel better," I whined, arching my back against the wall as I tried to push my hips down onto his fingers.
He started to finger me faster and my mind was in a frenzy.
"Moan my name." He muttered.
"J… Jeffrey," I said, he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pulling his head back to look at me.
"That's not my name." He growled, his eyes were full of lust and his breath was heavy on my cheeks.
"Daddy." I moaned.

Ever since her parents died, nerdy Amelia Forbes has always been bullied by the school's bad boy and jock, Jason. Ruthless and drop dead gorgeous, Jason makes her school years a living hell. Meaner than the devil himself, he is always sure to ruin Mel's day.

One day, they are paired up for a school project and in the process of working on the project at home, Jason forces himself on her. Ashamed, Mel feels disgusted with her inability to stand up for herself and soon, she finds out she is pregnant with her bully's baby.

Scared out of her wits, poor Mel is helpless. No one is willing to come to her aid except Adrian, Jason's best friend. And as Jason sees Mel with Adrian, he begins to get jealous and soon, he finds himself falling for Mel.

But will Mel ever forgive him? Will she ever forget the wrongs he had done to her?

Trigger Warning: 18+, rape, abuse, Mature and sexual content, slavery, violence.

"Don't get the ideas that you are ever going to receive anything other than hate from me, Athena. I don't need a mate. I don't need a weak pathetic bond like this to survive," He growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and harshly threw me on the bed.

I was naked and helpless in front of his menacing eyes.

"Sebastian, please don't do this..."

"I have purchased you from that auction only because you'll come in use to tame my wolf, and you are nothing but a good that I will use every day and night for my pleasure. And your life in hell starts from today."

"Please don't..." I begged but none of my words affected him.

I backed away till my body hit against the headboard but he dragged me by my ankles and shredded the last piece of fabric, my panties, and threw it away.


After being sold by my parents to auctioneers because of being a wolf-less she-wolf. When fate landed me in my mate's arms from the auction, for once I thought I was finally going to find happiness...someone who'd love me. But it was another hell I landed into.

Sebastian Valdez-- was known as the cursed Alpha who killed his own father. Everyone feared him, his barbaric deeds had no bounds, and he did not have a heart. He only had one rule in his life--Thrive in others' pain. But what he did to me was even worse.

He snatched my innocence, abused me, raped me every night, hurt me beyond extreme, and left me with only the want to escape from his cage but that was until I got to know what his curse was......I want to save him from the curse, no matter what he has done to me. I love him as his mate, not just a good from the auction...

I'll tear apart whoever hurt her, even if I have to kill half of my army!


Rati POV

Those men have the most disgusting smirk on their faces. One of them rips off my leggings and panties while the others hold me down roughly. I kick at him, but he grabs my damaged ankle, and I scream with desperate tears streaming down my face.

Just when I was about to accept my fate closing my eyes, I heard a growl that shook the ground. I feel the weight of Reem off me I repack and see a hand rip his heat off his body.

“MINE!”, an animalistic voice growls, and then I pass out.


Alpha Michael POV

Continuing to walk, I smell the stench of blood, sweat, and despair. At this point, the battle is over, and the injured of the opposing pack is rounded up.

Looking at her, I am in awe. She has beautiful raven hair paired well with her caramel skin, and even though she is battered and bruised, she is still insanely attractive.

Mate! She's my mate, the mother of my pups!

I'll tear apart whoever hurt her, even if I have to kill half of my army!


Alpha Michael is a ruthless Alpha. When he says jump, other Alphas say how high. The only thing is he is still a virgin. Growing up, he saw the consequences of Alphas spreading their seed. He has vowed never to jeopardize his Luna position. His mother taught him the importance of a Luna, stressing they are not just pup carriers but their equals. He promised his mother he would never have a girlfriend, mistress, or lover and that he would save himself for his true mate.

Rati Nymph is the daughter of a fallen Beta. At the age of 18, she became the mistress of the Alpha, who killed her father. She never cared if she found her mate; she was sure she never would as long as she was Mistress an Alpha. As fate would have it, her mate would make an appearance at a bad time. But fate doesn't stop there; she is stuck between her first and second chances. Unknown to her, linage carries a secret.

Aura Gracesyella Park, a famous soloist, is forced to lose her virginity due to a one-night stand with a handsome stranger man named Axel Xavier. In a bid to avoid scandal, Aura daringly escapes before the man beside her wakes up, hoping to never encounter him again. However, fate has other plans. Aura never anticipated that Axel would turn out to be her new bodyguard, assigned to protect her.

Eventually, Aura is compelled to share living quarters with Axel, at least until he is convinced that she is not carrying his child. How will Axel and Aura conceal their closeness to prevent public scrutiny? And what about Lionel, the man who has feelings for Aura?

Sianna rejected her mate for her sweetheart Curtis, as they had promised to choose each other to be their mate. But Curtis failed to reject his mate and lied to Sianna instead.
Anger drove her broken heart to fall into her ex-mate's arms. They had a steamy night, but god, why she never knew her mate was an Alpha!
And now the Alpha would never let her go. What should she do?

When I found out my boyfriend actually had a wife, I got drunk in a bar and kissed a stranger. I didn't expect it would be the start of something much more complicated... The stranger I kissed became my boss, his dog somehow only liked me, and I was introduced to a crazy world where supernatural beings existed....
I was asked to look after my boss’s puppy while he was away. The next day, there was no puppy, but a little boy...
Boy: "Mommy! I’m your pup!"🤩
Me："You are the dog??”😳
Boy "”No! I am a wolf 🐺"

3 years ago, I faked a pregnancy to steal half a million dollars from my mate. I felt as if I didn’t have any other choice as I had to pay my brother’s ransom or let him die.

Now, I would rather die than spend another day being treated with icy, bitter resentment.

My name is Rachel Flores and I rejected my alpha mate because I’m ready to live, not just survive!


"Who are you?" I came awake with a jerk, disoriented and aching all over.
A heavy male body lay beside me---we were both naked except for the sheet covering our bodies.

I searched my memories of the night before, trying to figure out how I had gotten here while attempting to wrap the sheet around my body. I stopped when I realized I'd leave my bed partner totally nude.

I remembered myself saying over and over, "I'm your mate!"

I eased myself off the bed to look for clothes. I tried to be as quiet as I could so I didn't wake up the stranger.

His scent was all over me, all over everything really. Rich and masculine...

Would risk it all for pleasure?
Brandi and Gio were never meant to happen and should not have happened but....one fateful night it happened and for them, there was no turning back.
His daughter's best friend to the woman in his bed., Giovanni will have a hard time accepting Brandi is no longer the little girl he knew.

Having three or more mates is just insane, whatever I am.

Fate will show me what's real using more than one extremely attractive and not remotely men. I feel limitless in their presence and it's becoming very addicting.


Orphan Eva Sims put herself through college through sheer grit and determination. She, because of her creativity and curiosity, fell into the perfect career as an investigative journalist for a paranormal magazine. One night, however, after a night of gathering research for an article, she finds herself the center of the story.

Can she accept that immortals exist? What's next? Talking animals? Eva has no clue what fate has planned for her. Will her journey lead to love or death?

"Claudia," Travis called but she began to place little kisses on his back. She trudged to his front before shoving her lips over his hungrily and roughly.
Firstly he didn't give in but soon, Travis began to kiss her with intensity too. Travis began to nibble her neck as Claudia's breath hitched beneath her throat making her breath come out in puffs. Soon they began to kiss again until they got into an empty room.
Travis pushed her to the wall as they deepened the kiss. They eagerly started to remove one another's clothing. Claudia was done as she quickly unhooked Travis's button. They fell to the bed as Travis began to ponder his member deeply into another woman vagina as the moans and groans of their ecstasy filled the air. "

Elona, who is eighteen, is on the cusp of a new chapter- her final year of high school. A dream she has her sights on becoming a model. But beneath her confident exterior lies a secret crush on someone unexpected- Mr. Crane, her best friend's father.

Three years ago, after the tragic loss of his wife, Mr. Crane, a painfully handsome man, stands as a hardworking billionaire, a symbol of both success and unspoken pain. His world intersects with Elona's through her best friend, their shared street, and his friendship with her dad.

One fateful day, a slip of a thumb changes everything. Elona accidentally sends Mr. Crane a series of revealing photos intended for her best friend. As he sits at the boardroom table, he receives the unexpected images. His gaze lingers on the screen, he has a choice to make.

Will he confront the accidental message, risking a fragile friendship and potentially igniting emotions neither anticipated?

Or will he grapple with his own desires in silence, seeking a way to navigate this uncharted territory without disrupting the lives around him?

Emerson Beckett has always done things on his own. Ever since his family disowned him for coming out, he’s had no one but himself to rely on. Now in his final year at the University of California, he just wants to finish his degree, play music with his band, and graduate in peace. But when he's forced to share a dorm with Adam Pierce—the school's star football player—his carefully controlled life starts to spiral.

Adam has one goal: the NFL. His entire future depends on his performance, both on the field and in the classroom. But when his failing grades land him on the bench, he has no choice but to accept tutoring from his insufferable new roommate. Emerson is the last person he wants help from, but a late-night study session changes everything. One kiss leads to another, and soon, they’re caught in a secret they can’t escape.

But Adam's father—the key to his football career—is a homophobic powerhouse, and their time together has an expiration date. The deal is simple: stay together until graduation, then walk away. But what happens when walking away isn't an option anymore?

Silverwood has always been a town full of whispers. Stories of shadows in the woods, glowing eyes in the dark, and creatures that disappear before dawn. But Riley Hayes never believed in fairy tales or nightmares.
Until the night she almost dies in the forest.
One moment, she’s just another high school senior, rolling her eyes at her best friend’s werewolf conspiracy theories. The next, she’s caught between two monsters with claws and teeth sharper than any human should have. She should be dead. She would be dead… if not for him.
Kieran Wolfe is nothing but trouble. A smirking, leather-jacket-wearing storm crashes into Riley’s life and refuses to leave. He saved her, but in doing so, he marked her whether by accident or fate, she’s now tangled in a world of pack politics, old rivalries, and dangerous secrets.
The Silverwood Pack wants Kieran dead. Their leader will stop at nothing to hunt him down. And now, Riley is a loose end they can’t afford to leave alive.
She never asked for this fight. She never wanted to believe. But when the full moon rises and the wolves come running, Riley has one choice: run or stand her ground.
And Kieran? He may be the only thing standing between her and the darkness.
But here’s the thing about werewolves…
The closer you get, the harder it is to remember you’re supposed to be afraid.

My boss sucks me masterfully. I can feel his tongue penetrating me, he alternates between his fingers and tongue as he makes me hornier and wetter.


I sit on his lap with my legs spread around his hips and our kiss becomes more intense and my intimate area throbs with excitement. I can feel his completely hard member next to me, right next to my completely soaked intimate area.

During the kiss, I start to roll on top of him and moan slightly. He then starts to bite my chin and goes down kissing my neck... Finally, he reaches my breasts and squeezes them. Then he takes off my blouse and starts sucking my breasts intensely...

And at that moment, I simply forget everything, my conscience has lost the battle to pleasure... And to hell with my conscience!


Elizabeth is a young woman who lost her father and had to take on the role of maid in the home of a wealthy businessman to support her sick mother and younger sister. She didn't expect to fall in love with her boss, a man with a troubled marriage, trapped in a secret that could destroy him. Elizabeth and her boss are living a forbidden romance, full of passion, drama and danger that could destroy their lives. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles and stay together? Or will fate tear them apart forever? Can a relationship that started out the wrong way work?

My boyfriend locked me out.
A killer had a knife to my throat.
He watched through the glass and did nothing.

The man who kicked the door down?
His uncle.
The one my boyfriend said was "dangerous."
He was right.

That night, I slept in the uncle's bed.
Wrapped in his arms.
Safe for the first time in two years.

My ex is begging me to come back.
His uncle just pressed a gun into my palm and said:
"Next time anyone touches you, you know what to do."

I should be scared.
I should run.
But when I look at him… I don't want to be saved. I want to be his.

This is a full-length steamy forbidden romance. No cheating. HEA guaranteed.

Ashley was always into hot boys in her hometown.
But this nerd guy made her heart beats fast, and made her blush like an innocent girl.
His glaring just made her panties wet.
“Y-you like me?” Uno’s golden gaze locked with my green one. It was like he was scanning me. my gaze travelled to his kissable lips.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I smiled playfully.
“But—“
I looked back at his eyes “I know you want me too Uno. That—“ I pointed to his boner, “proves it. You got it when I sat on your lap. I want you to touch me, feel me, kiss me Uno, and I’m sure as hell that you want it.” Before I could stop myself, my hand went to his trousers and squeezed him over his sweatpants. His thickness shocked me.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned as my hand squeezed him. I wanted his manhood in me as soon as possible or I’d go crazy.
Uno looked at me, lips parted. His gaze roamed all over my body. My face, my neck, breasts, legs, everywhere. I could see the inner beast in him wanting to break open the fucking cage and pounced out to ravish me. I could see the battle he was fighting in his eyes.
I leaned forward and whispered into his ear softly. “Let it go, Uno.”
Suddenly out of nowhere, it’s like something snapped in him and Uno pushed me down on the couch and crashed my lips to his.

"I should mention... I'm engaged."
Ava Reyes has spent four years doing what she does best — keeping her feelings exactly where they cannot do any damage.
She is twenty-nine, co-owner of a thriving bakery, and hopelessly in love with the one man she has absolutely no business wanting. Marcus Calloway is her best friend's older brother — steady, brilliant, and infuriatingly easy to be near.
When he left for London six years ago, Ava buried her feelings and moved on. Or did a convincing enough impression of it.
Then Marcus comes home. Permanently. And he is engaged. His fiancée, Isabelle Ferreira, is a sharp London solicitor who is warm, intelligent, and impossible to resent. She has done nothing wrong. She deserves everything she has.
Which makes what Ava is beginning to want all the more dangerous. Because the more Ava finds herself near Marcus — at family dinners, in stolen conversations, in the small accidental moments that keep finding them together — the more she notices things she shouldn't. The way he watches her. The way the air shifts between them when no one else is paying attention.
She is not a woman who chases unavailable men. She has a conscience, and it is loud. But she is also a woman who is tired of being careful.
What begins as a private war with herself slowly becomes something more deliberate. Ava doesn't set out to destroy anything. She simply sets out to make Marcus Calloway finally see her.
What she doesn't account for is how much it will cost — and how deeply she will fall before she understands the difference between wanting someone and deserving them. Some fires don't care how carefully you've been living.

"Look how wet you are," he roughly flipped me over, his fingers cruelly invading my pussy. "Your cunt is desperate for it, isn't it? You were born to be fucked by me, dear sister."

His thick cock thrust into me mercilessly. My walls stretched forcefully, pain and pleasure intertwining.

"Fuck... it's too big!" I screamed, gripping the sheets as I felt each savage thrust. "Alexander... please..."

"Call me brother," his teeth bit down hard on my neck. "Say you're my Omega."

When Omega wolf Erin loses her job for refusing her boss's harassment, a chance encounter in an alley leads to a night of passion with powerful Alpha Alexander. In a cruel twist of fate, she discovers her one-night stand is not only the heir to the Black Stone pack but also her stepbrother.

Caught in a whirlwind of pack politics, Erin is torn between Alexander's almost manic possessiveness and the cold machinations of his betrothed and her family. As the mystery of her origins unfolds, a shocking secret of blood vengeance rises to the surface.

In this forbidden affair where lust and hatred intertwine, where will their path lead?

Alma’s life feels like a prison. She must save her dying father while also providing an heir to the powerful Flores family, despite the fact that her husband, Luis, is unable to last in bed for more than five minutes.

However, her reason was not accepted, and she was given three months to become pregnant, or her father's medication would be removed. Alma, unwilling to watch anything happen to her father, decided to try harder—only to catch her husband with another woman, his skill leaving her stunned and confused. He was roughly thrusting into another woman, but he appears weak when he's with her.

Broken and desperate, Alma ended up in the club; there, she met a mysterious man who stirred feelings she couldn’t ignore. Despite this, Alma didn't go too far because she remembered that the heir had to come directly from Luis.

During her husband's father's memorial, the mysterious man showed up again and was introduced as her husband's best friend..

His presence stirs up the emotions she suppressed that night, swearing that nothing would happen between them.

Everything changed when Alma was told she had been moved to a new and more experienced gynecologist, only to discover that her new gynecologist was none other than her husband's best friend.

Will Alma refuse to stick with her new gynecologist, and will she be able to give the Flores an heir within three months?

"You owe me an explanation, Vanessa. How could you do this to me? How could you betray me like this?"
Vanessa rolled her eyes, her expression one of casual indifference. "Oh, please, Isla. It's been over a month. You need to move on. Nate never loved you—not the way he loves me."
"Since when?" she demanded. "Tell me, was it before or after I helped you get a job in his company? Was it before I regarded you my best friend?"
Vanessa rolled her eyes as if to say give me a break. "What does it even matter? It's all in the past."
The casual dismissal made Isla's blood boil. "What does it matter? You ruined my life, Vanessa! You took everything from me!"
But nothing could have prepared her for what Vanessa had to say next, as her lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, Isla. You're so dramatic. But if you really want to know…" She paused, her eyes glinting with malice. "Nate and I are expecting a baby."


Isla Carter's perfect life shattered the day she found her husband in bed with her best friend. Humiliated and discarded, she watched them marry just a month after her divorce, the world calling it true love while she was labeled a gold digger. Broken and betrayed, Isla vowed to rebuild her life—until Damien Blackwood walked in with a proposal she couldn't refuse.
Marry me. Help me destroy them.
Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Damien isn't offering love—he's offering revenge. Isla knows she should say no. But when revenge is on the table, how could she resist?
What begins as a game of vengeance soon becomes a dangerous dance of power, passion, and betrayal. Lines blur, feelings deepen, and just when Isla thinks she's finally won—she loses everything all over again.
Three years later, Isla returns, armed with a secret that will change everything. This time, the war isn't just about revenge. It's about who really owns her heart.

Naomi Thompson was blissfully preparing for her wedding to Alexander Darlington, the man she had loved since high school. But what should have been a romantic visit to his apartment turned into a nightmare, she found clues-Rachel's clothes and whispered conversations-that revealed a shocking betrayal. Instead of the fairy-tale ending she had dreamed of, Naomi was forced to confront the painful truth: Alexander had been unfaithful. Her world shattered just days before her wedding.
In a desperate attempt to escape reality, she had a one-night stand with a stranger-only to later discover he was her fiancé’s elder brother, Raymond Darlington.
Naomi ran from the marriage, vowing never to return. But five years later, she comes back with a new identity, Erica Smith, and a mission-to reclaim what rightfully belongs to her. To achieve this, she must enter into a contract marriage with Raymond Darlington. Will her plans for revenge stay intact, or will fate have a different path in store for her?

I feel his penis so firm, even though it's still covered by his pants.

I feel like a woman on fire, eager for this man to claim me. I know he wants it as much as I do.

I massage him slowly, squeezing his penis which seems like it's about to burst through his pants, so hard.

Vittorio slides his hand into my panties, his index finger slipping into my wetness, making me tremble immediately.

"Your body is driving me crazy... you're perfect," he whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

"I want more... so much more!" I affirm.

He slowly slides my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

He brings his mouth to my stiff nipples, sucking and nibbling lightly.

My desire was ignited, and my body wanted to be fucked immediately.

"Giullia Santori, a shy and dedicated young music student with a passionate love for the piano, dreams of becoming a renowned musician. However, her peaceful life is turned upside down on a fateful night when she finds herself saving a stranger who is being brutally beaten in the dark streets of her city. What she doesn't realize is that the man she rescued is none other than Vittorio Cassini, one of the bosses of the Italian mafia.

Vittorio's gratitude for Giullia grows rapidly, leading him to take on a protector's role in her life. As she is drawn into this mysterious world of crime, a deep bond forms between them. As the danger escalates, Giullia finds herself increasingly involved in a game of shadows and secrets that threaten not only her safety but also her heart."

Ava, who should have been a princess of a wealthy family, was reduced to an ordinary girl who couldn't even afford her adoptive mother's medical expenses due to a wrong swap at birth twenty years ago. A contract has bound her by accident to Ryan, the second young master of the Golden Group. She should have been the noble bride who stands by his side openly and justly. But now, she has become an underground midnight sweetheart who can't be seen in public. The mystery of her life experience is full of doubts. The impostor is still at large and has repeatedly framed her. Can Ava tear apart the impostor, find her identity, and make a domineering return with a proud posture to become the ultimate beloved of the second young master of the Golden Group?

Dwayne is next in line in the Alpha title. He rejected his mate because she was just a human. But as soon as she accepted his rejection his whole world crumbled.
After a month they met again but it was not a simple encounter it turns out that his human mate is connected to the royalties of werewolves.

Would he be able to chase her back? Or end up regretting it for the rest of his life?