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"Females exist to serve, Seraphine. Not lead."

My father's mockery died with him—throat ripped open by Malachar's claws, blood spraying across the treaty I'd designed. My mother's screams cut short as Damien's blade carved through her chest. I grabbed my sister Lyralei and ran through carnage, wolves I'd known since childhood left bleeding on stone.

Hunters chased us into the forest. Lyralei fell from my back, her desperate scream swallowed by chaos. I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Left her behind to save myself.

Dying in the snow, I'm saved by Kaelen—a reclusive Alpha whose bite marks me as his mate. I bite back, tasting copper. He pins me against a tree, fingers thrusting between my thighs until I gasp. His tongue replaces his hand, licking hungrily. When he rises and slams deep, our bodies crash together. The orgasm that tears through me seals the bond forever.

His death means mine. But Kaelen refuses to help find Lyralei, keeping me trapped while his ex-lover circles. I'm drowning in desire for him even as I plan escape.

Between the Alpha who owns me and the sister I abandoned—I'll betray them all. Because Damien is coming to finish what he started, and I won't die on my knees like my parents did.

Lina Simpson knows two things for certain... life is cruel and trusting people always ends badly.

After getting thrown out with nowhere to go, the last person she expects to Payton paths with is Bellamy Middleton, the campus golden boy. He wants her the second he sees her and she wants nothing to do with him.

But when the line between obsession and protection begins to blur, Lina realizes Bellamy isn’t just hiding secrets… he is one.. and whatever is hunting her now smells fear....

"Kneel," he said, his cold voice carrying authority.
My knees hit the stone before I could process what I had just did.
I lift my head, and my breath hitched.
He steps closer, his scent hits me instantly, he smell of smoke, cigars, and something fresh, dangerous, and addictive.
Two fingers catch my chin, tilting my face up. His dark, unreadable, and searching locked on mine. My heart slams against my ribs.
I should have slapped his hand away. Instead, my stomach clenches at the contact, heat pooling down. The realization terrified me.
His gaze flicked briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes.
"C...Crystal," I stuttered strangely, which surprise me.
His thumb brushed the edge of my lower lip, slowly.
My mouth parted on a shaky breath.
He noticed.
A low rumble sound vibrated in his chest, his thumb pressed in, parting my lips farther, sliding just enough inside.
The pad of it was rough from years of whatever brutal life an alpha like him led, calluses scraping my tongue as he pushed deeper.
My tongue moved before I could stop it. I wrapped it around his finger instinctively, tasting salt and smoke and something darker, something that made my core clench hard. Heat flooded me, soaking my panties.
His eyes darkened to black, revealing only his pupil.
"Good girl," he murmured.


Crystal Vale has been cursed since birth, or so the world believes. Branded as bad luck, abused by her own family, and expelled for her violence, Crystal is sent to a disciplinary academy designed to break dangerous wolves. There, she catches the attention of Alpha Ryan Maxwell, the academy ruthless principal, Alpha, and enforcer.
Ryan rules with iron fist, ruthlessness and control.until fate betrays him He meet Crystal, his mate. A bond that is illegal, a bond that could end his authority a bond he vows to reject. Yet the more he fights it, the more Crystal becomes something far more dangerous than a weakness She becomes his forbidden treasure.
As council inspectors close in and the truth behind Crystal's curse begins to surface, Ryan must choose between destroying the bond, or protecting the one thing the world has always tried to discard.

I was the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Kris of Dark Moon. He raped a human slave 18 years ago and that was my mom. I became a disgrace and a shame to my family.

They punished me and locked me up in the basement all day except to let me out to complete my daily routine as a slave. Yes. I looked like any common slave of the pack house. No one would expect me as the Alphas's daughter.

As a hybrid, I hadn't been able to shift, but I could hear their thoughts. It's not a good thing though, for me, it's a nightmare. Most of what I've heard were my half-sisters' curses and insults.

"CLAUDIA! Hurry up and get in here!" I knew Elly was going to scream my name long before her shrill voice echoed out of her room and into the hallway where I waited.

This was the daily ritual, every afternoon. She would call for me, and while she sat at her vanity table, I brushed her long hair like a servant to her satisfaction. No one would guess she was my half-sister, nor Maria in the other bedroom...

Human journalist Lila investigates vanishings in a secluded town, only to be bitten and turned by Kai, the brooding alpha of the Crimson Pack. As uncontrollable, sensual shifts ravage her body, Lila realizes she's Kai's fated mate.

Their explosive chemistry is threatened by a vengeful ex-she-wolf and human hunters. Lila must embrace her new wolf, harness raging heat cycles, and fight for her place beside Kai amid pack intrigue and external dangers.

"But why do you want to stay with me?" I tried keeping a steady breath. He stood in front of me, barely any space between us anymore. I fixed my eyes on his hoping they won't trail down to his lips.
"To protect you." He answered short. Something flickered in his eyes but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Guards can protect me. Now tell me why are you doing this." I straightened myself, daring him. He leaned forward, his lips so close to my cheek and whispered.

"Patience love, everything in the right time."

"You're a werewolf, Jake! I will be a temporary substitute till your mate comes." My chest heaved up and down, struck by the harsh reality.

He's the prince of werewolves. She's the princess of demons and witches. Mates are sacred to werewolves. The love that mates have for each other is unlike all beings.

"You must seduce the Alpha if you want to get your identity as the daughter of my father," her step-sister spat those words on Emily's face before leaving her room.
"What do I do? Whom should I choose among family and love?" Emily cried loud looking at the moon through her window.

Emily is an illegitimate child of the Alpha King. She was abused and tormented all her life and longed for recognition from her father. But when her step-sister offered her a deal to get her identity as the Alpha's daughter; Emily fell into a deep dilemma. Will she betray her fated mate and sacrifice her love for the family who tormented her whole life or embrace her destiny? What will her mate do when he discovers her betrayal?

When Ava was forced to marry her stepsister Dora's impoverished fiancé Ethan, they never met. But the groom turned out to be a super hot billionaire.
Dora snatched her wedding dress and wanted to be the bride again. Ava sat among the guests. Ethan, however, walked straight towards Ava and said to her, "You are the only one I want to marry."

"There she is, get her!!! don't let her leave" soldiers could be seen chasing a woman who was wounded badly and petrified. This woman seem to be protecting something but what?
"At last we caught her" the men yelled encircling her and beating the woman to death as she bid a being who hide beside a tree close to the road.
An Alpha's Kiss tells the story of how a dieing alpha's life falls into the hands of a human Julie, in an attempt to flee from his enemies.
A sudden kiss brings their souls together and the lost alpha Lucian is forced to protect the naive Julie who wouldn't stop at nothing but to know who Lucian truly is.
It was difficult for both to hide their feelings as they got used to one another shortly.
Their love story gets even more complicated as Julie learnt the truth about Lucian.
Would she ever love a half werewolf and vampire? How would she tackle the fact that both her soul and this paranormal had been connected?

Fake crown. Wrong bride. Real mate bond....And one very unplanned pup.

Leanna
I was the princess’s shadow—her stand-in for speeches, signatures, and, apparently, the Alpha’s impostor bride.
Cedric Raine needed a bride to end a war. I needed to survive.
The crown was fake. The name wasn’t mine.
But every touch on mating night? Terrifyingly real.
He marked me, mated me, made me believe I wasn’t just a lie.
Until the real princess came back.

And he locked me in a cell.
So I left—with his heir.
Six years later, I don’t wear crowns—I build business empires.
Now I return to his palace in heels, diamonds, and zero regrets.
And when he sees my little boy with his eyes?
The crown won’t be the only thing at my feet.

Cedric
She wasn’t the princess. I knew it the second she stepped into my court.
But her scent, her fire, the way she trembled in my arms—that was real.

I kept her because I couldn’t let her go.
Even when the truth came for us, I chose silence to protect her.
Now she’s back—with a new name, her own kingdom, and a child that looks just like me.
And I’d burn mine down just to have her again.

"Let's get married here, today. I'll give you a home, a family, and after you give me an heir, you'll walk away with a hundred million dollars."
After being humiliated on her wedding day and finding her fiancé in bed with his secretary, Angel's world shattered. With nowhere to go and no one to turn to, she found herself standing before Salvatore, a man desperate for a bride to fulfill his dying grandfather's wish.
A contract marriage. One year. One heir. No love.
But as the days turn into nights filled with tension and stolen glances, the line between obligation and desire begins to blur. Beneath Salvatore's cold demeanor lie secrets, a vengeful ex, and enemies determined to destroy them both.
What started as a fake marriage soon becomes a dangerous game of passion and power — and the price of falling in love might be far higher than either of them ever imagined.

In the mysterious domain of Veridora, where werewolves flourish, Alpha Damien Silverstone drives the Sickle Moon Load with unflinching strength and dependability. Among his pack, Lily Adams, a defiant and furiously autonomous omega, longs to break liberated from the chains of custom that restrict her. As destiny interlaces its ways on a risky mission to help an adjoining pack, unquestionable fascination blossoms, challenging all standards and customs.

Drawn together by an unreasonable association, Damien and Lily face a world that considers their adoration illegal. As their sentiments strengthen, they challenge cultural biases, joining their pack under another pennant of acknowledgment and solidarity.

Amid fights and disclosures, their affection remains steadfast, demonstrating that even the most obstinate of hearts can be changed by an enduring power. Together, they leave on an excursion of self-revelation and mending, validating that mates will get through any preliminary to be together.

"Alpha's Irrational Mate" is an enchanting story of affection's ability to overcome all obstructions, where an Alpha's solidarity meets an Omega's assurance, reworking the standards of their pack and making another period of acknowledgment and understanding.

“She’s my mate,” Jason said softly, his head a little bowed.

The door behind us banged open just then, and I felt the wind rush through into the building.

And I felt something else. Something I couldn’t describe.

“No, she isn’t,” another voice called out, his voice booming a little, like the timbre that Jason said would be in the voice of the Alpha. “She’s mine.”



I thought my life could not get worse, having an abusive family and a stalker who made my life hell. Only my werewolf boyfriend Jason convinced me to go to his pack lands, where I would be safe.

But as soon as we made it there, I discovered that 'safe' was the last word I could use to describe my situation.

First, I was the only human there. Second, Jason lied to me and was never my mate. And third, I couldn't go back to the human world, because the Alpha claimed me as his, and now I am a prisoner for life.

Alpha’s Forced Mate is created by Caricia Dulse, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"You are my mate, I will kill everyone who gets in our way," Araia felt a shiver run down her spine as the cruel and cold-hearted Alpha, known as "The Bloody Alpha" for his merciless reputation, tightened his grip on her waist and gritted his teeth, declaring.

Transported to a mysterious world, Araia discovers that she is the long lost royal of a fallen pack. Desperate to reclaim her rightful place, she forms an uneasy alliance with the ruthless Alpha Alejandro, known for his merciless ways. As they work together, Araia begins to see a different side of Alejandro, and their relationship takes an unexpected turn. But when she is betrayed by Alejandro and those closest to her, Araia must confront her shattered trust and navigate the dangerous politics of the werewolf world.

How will she handle the betrayal of the man she once trusted?

His breath is hot against my ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “Even if you carried Medusa’s curse, I’d still want to stare into your eyes so my stone body could gaze into perfection for eternity.” His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire I never knew existed.

Isabella, a Luna cast aside by her pack for her inability to conceive, finally discovers she’s pregnant—only to catch her mate in bed with someone else. Heartbroken, she flees to a bar and finds solace in the arms of a mysterious stranger, surrendering to a night of passion she hopes will serve as revenge.

What she doesn’t realize is that her stranger is Asher, the ruthless Alpha King—and her mate’s estranged stepbrother. Drawn back to her, Asher feels things he swore he never would, yet remains unaware of her true identity.

Now, Isabella’s mate wants her back—and he wants their child. Torn between the mate who betrayed her and the powerful, dangerous Alpha who stirs her deepest desires, Isabella is thrust into a battle between two brothers who will stop at nothing to claim her as their own. But when she uncovers the truth behind her mate bond, she must decide if either man is worthy of her heart.

His breath was fire against her throat. "Tell me who you are," he growled, voice thick with rage—and something darker.
"I don't know," she whispered, trembling. But her eyes glowed. And deep down, something ancient stirred.
Liana Bellarose was mistaken for a powerful Alpha's bride—and taken.
But what begins as a terrifying mix-up quickly unravels into something far bigger.
Hidden within her is a power long thought extinct, one that could shift the balance of the entire werewolf realm. Now, every Alpha wants her. But Liana isn't here to be claimed.
She's here to reclaim everything.

“An Omega,” the first Alpha said, his deep voice laced with authority. He took a step forward, and Kai instinctively backed away.

“No,” Kai whispered, shaking his head. His voice wavered, betraying his fear. “I-I don’t belong to anyone.”

The wild-looking Alpha snorted, crossing his arms. “You’re in neutral territory, little Omega. That’s a bold move for someone unclaimed. Did you really think no one would notice?”

Kai swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to—”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” the third Alpha interrupted, his voice smooth and soothing. He tilted his head, studying Kai intently. “But you can’t deny it, can you? You feel it, just like we do.”

“Feel what?” Kai asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The first Alpha stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Kai’s. “The bond.”

Kai’s heart pounded in his chest. The air between them was electric, charged with an energy he didn’t understand but couldn’t ignore.

“No,” he said again, his voice shaking. “I don’t want this. I don’t want any of you!”

He turned to run, but the wild Alpha was faster. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Kai, blocking his path.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he said with a dangerous grin. “You can’t run from fate.”

“Who are you, Dakota?” she questions herself again while looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Her mind remained blank. Frustrated, she ruffled her wet hair and tweaked it slightly. “Why I cannot remember anything about me? Even a single... What is happening to me?”

Dakota Anika Vixen is the only child of Connor Vixen — who is the Alpha of the wolves in Flordenilla forest. The maiden is the next heir as Luna.
As punishment, Dakota will prevent her from turning like a wolf. All the things related to her being a wolf, she would forget. She can’t even transform into a wolf.
What will happen if Dakota woke up, had no memory, and found herself lying in Ivo’s restaurant?
Would Ivo accept and believe that she really lost her memory?

To spare an innocent she has to become his Sex slave. When Jason attacks her pack, Daniella, a half-breed wolf, wants to save a young wolf, but to do so, she has to accept his bargain. She must be his sex toy until the next full moon.
Daniella despises the alpha she must now give her body to, but she can't deny the response he inspires within her.
Alpha Jason stumbles onto something that could destroy all breeds of wolf. The leaders of Daniella's pack had been experimenting on wolves. The reasons why are still unknown, but Jason will do everything in his power to find out the truth, especially when he discovers Daniella was one of their experiments.

She woke up naked, bound, and on display in a birdcage.

Her husband sat in the front row while strangers bid on her unborn son's organs. He believed the video. The DNA test. The other woman's lies.

They took her baby. They took her mother. They tried to take her mind.

So she let them think she was broken. She smiled through the electric shocks. She bent without breaking. She counted down to the surgery that was supposed to kill her.

But she wasn't counting down to her death.

She was counting down to theirs.

They wanted her heart?

She'll give it to them—still beating, as she becomes their judge, jury, and executioner.

Dark Revenge Romance. CW: non-con, graphic violence, pregnancy loss, captivity. Read with caution.

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Blurb
"I am sorry for the inconvenience, I will move to my room now.”

"I love it when someone of your caliber inconveniences me.“

"Are you not afraid of what I might do to you?” He grabbed her neck and she moaned out slowly.

"Do to me what you desire,” She said breathlessly.

"It's best you let me go.” He kissed her neck and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"You are in my debt!!”

"Then why don't I clear off the debts.” He turned her to the bed.

Meet Tessy Jones, an MBBS student who has a deep crush on her hot neighbor who is old enough to be her father. Having a taste of him triggered everything about her to have more of him.

Tables turned upside down when she discovered he was daddy's best friend not just that she was also betrothed to his nephew.

Now Tessy is so obsessed with Daddy's best friend, what will she do? No father will want their daughter to date their best friend and the age gap is also a big no, lastly he is also a ruthless mafia.

What would you do if the Resonance Test matched you 100% with a species that had been extinct for centuries?

My grandmother died owing 1.2 million.

By the time the debt collector showed up at her funeral, I was out of options. Then three strangers appeared and paid off the entire debt on the spot.

The price? I had to enroll at Aurelis Academy, the most powerful magic academy in the world.

I'm Wren Hale. Sixteen years old. Human. Barely Level 1.

I grew up fixing fences and nursing injured animals on a dying farm. Casting spells? Yeah, not exactly my thing. I don't belong at Aurelis, and everyone here seems determined to remind me of that.

Then, on my very first day, the Resonance Test went haywire.

At least, that's what the academy claimed.

Because my actual result was a 100% resonance match with a dragon.

A dragon. A species that had been extinct for centuries.

I came here to pay off my debt, save my farm, and get back to my old life.

But apparently, the dragon had other plans.

Amara Snow hates Christmas with every fiber of her being. For sixteen years, December 25th has been a day of grief, not joy—the anniversary of the car accident that killed her parents. While the world celebrates, she works double shifts and avoids the holiday like a curse. When she loses her job on Christmas Eve and collapses in the snow, she's ready to give up. But a mysterious stranger with impossibly warm hands and eyes like starlight saves her life. Noelle Krystov seems too perfect, too kind, too good to be true. That's because he is. He's the immortal son of Santa Claus, sent to Earth to protect the dying spirit of Christmas. Falling in love with a human is forbidden—it will cost him his immortality. But when Noelle discovers that Amara isn't just any human, that she's the Yuletide Child born at the exact moment Christmas magic was created, their love becomes the key to saving or destroying Christmas forever. As dark forces rise to extinguish belief and hope, Amara must choose: continue hating the holiday that took everything from her, or become the woman who saves it. Sometimes the greatest magic isn't in believing in Christmas—it's in believing in yourself.

No one knew she was swapped at birth, doomed to be the family’s endless cash supply.
She died exhausted by their greed, yet woke up back to the fateful day of the unfair contract.
Reborn, she hides her cards well.
She will uncover all the fake heiress’s dark plots, retrieve her lost wealthy bloodline, and never let anyone drain her life again.

Martin Williams and Estella Jules grew up together, but lived completely different lives. She was the nanny’s daughter, while Martin was the child her mother served. After her mother died, Estella was taken in by the Williams family and raised to become the nanny’s replacement. At home, she was Martin’s loyal servant, but at school, she was his number one target.

Nobody knew about their secret master–maid relationship, and Martin would curse Estella if anyone ever found out they lived in the same apartment. He grew to hate her presence, while Estella continued to smile at him through everything. Not out of loyalty or obligation, but because she was sincerely in love with him.

Estella knew she would do anything for Martin, yet he never cared enough to notice. She couldn’t stop herself, like a moon drawn endlessly to the sun. Until one night, at Martin’s birthday party, her eyes finally opened to who he truly was. That night, she swore she would stop loving him, stop begging for him, and stop crying over him.

What she didn’t know was that her decision would only make their relationship even more complicated—messy, intense, and filled with the reckless sweetness of their perfectly imperfect youth.

Arabella owed her life to him believing that he’s the reason she didn’t die that night. The night she was ambushed and almost shot. But she never knew it was a perfect set-up by him just to walk his way into her life and ruin her.

For the sins of her father, Conrad married Arabella with the intention to break her and steal her heirloom. At the time Arabella found out the man she married had gambled with her heart, it was too late. Her image was tarnished on the net by a stunt Conrad pulled. Broken and devastated, she badly wanted to divorce Conrad and hurt him back but it was impossible and risky.

Because her only son whom Conrad turned against her, would gladly choose to follow his father in court. Meanwhile, her heirloom was in her son’s name. Therefore she would lose everything to Conrad. Everything was a cross road for Arabella. Everyone was against her, including her best friend who had been having an affair with Conrad.

However in her perilous moment, she never expected to come faced with a man from her past who died to her. The first man who ever hurt her but that same man was the only one who can help crush her husband and claim everything back. Does Arabella let off of resentment and accept Damon’s help?

Rachel Reizz is nobody — overweight, overlooked, and perfectly fine with that. Until she takes a job she can't afford to turn down.
Until she finds out who she's working for. Chris De Luca. Formula 1's golden boy. The most worshipped name in school. And the boy who has made her life hell since day one. The rule is simple: do the job, take the money, don't get attached.

“Go to your father’s chambers and kill him.”

The command controlled my body, forcing me to swing the saber. I watched in horror as I beheaded the Divine God—my own father. Stripped of my powers and exiled by my brothers, I fell from the sky and crashed into a freezing river.

I thought I would die. Instead, I was pulled out by three identical, breathtakingly handsome men.

“We should leave her,” one sneers.
“I’d like to fuck her though,” another says, his eyes raking over my soaked dress.

They are triplets. They are Alphas. And they have decided to keep me.
I am Lillyan Elyort, the fallen Moon Goddess. Now, I am a prisoner in the Blackmoon pack, surrounded by enemies who want to use me. But they don’t know one thing: I might be mortal now, but I still know how to bite back.

My twin brother and I were reborn at the same time.
In our previous life, he kicked me into the borderland overrun by monsters, while he went to enjoy himself in Radiant City, only to be exiled for his incompetence.
I reversed my healing power into killing techniques, building humanity's second-largest power amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only to be sacrificed in his jealousy, devoured alive by demons for seven days and seven nights.
This time, the carriage bound for the border stopped before me, and without hesitation, he pushed me toward the airship to Radiant City, eager to go to the border as the "savior."
Watching his impatient back, I almost burst out laughing.
Go, my foolish brother.
Do you think those bloodthirsty thugs of Shattered Stone Fortress would recognize you as their king without my self-created "healing backlash" in hell?
In this life, you'll stay in the hell you chose, and watch how I use healing magic to give this desperate world a "physical salvation"!

To save my wife’s family, I buried my name, wore myself down, and let a few strands of my hair turn gray while caring for her on the edge of death.

Three years later, she slipped into custom Chanel and slapped a divorce agreement down in front of me.

With her arm wrapped around a so-called old-money heir from Wall Street, she mocked me as a worthless nobody who couldn’t even afford a luxury handbag, a bottom-feeder who was never fit to stand beside her.

I signed my name without a word and watched her leave in triumph.

What she didn’t know was that the man preaching investments was nothing more than a Ponzi fraudster facing multiple charges.

And when the conference room door closed, Manhattan’s most feared ice-cold attorney bowed to me at a perfect ninety degrees and welcomed me to unlock the seventy-billion-dollar trust fund and take back control of the entire conglomerate.

A few months later, inside a women’s maximum-security prison in Brooklyn, she was dressed in a filthy, tattered prison uniform, sprawled across a floor slick with dirty water, sobbing as she was beaten and begging for my forgiveness.

I simply lifted my whiskey and calmly switched off the surveillance feed.

She loved him with all her three lives, only to be used and hurt repeatedly. When she returned to the wedding day for the fourth time, the phoenix refused to be trapped any longer. Betrayal ended, revenge arrived, and her destined dragon finally came to take her home.

I am Seraphine Marchwood. For five years, I gave every piece of myself to Alpha Veyron, convinced our mate bond was fated—until the night I accidentally overheard the truth.
He never wanted me as his mate. The entire proposed bond was nothing but a cover, a farce to hide his scandalous affair with Ophelia, the woman he actually loved. She was carrying his pup, and I was just the disposable, respectable shield to keep his reputation untarnished.
I ran that night, blind with grief and rage, until I crashed through the rotting beams of an old, rain-soaked ruin. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the taste of blood in my mouth, and the sound of his voice calling my name, too late.
When I woke up, I didn’t recognize him.
And for the first time since I’d known him, he looked terrified. The cold, unshakable Alpha who’d cast me aside without a second thought was panicking, desperate, scrambling to bring back the version of me that had loved him more than anything—even as a new, unforeseen path began to unfurl before me.

I woke up back on the night Rhys’s Blood Tide Frenzy hit.
This time, I wouldn’t offer my blood to calm him. Instead, I sent an urgent Message Crystal to Seraphina—his precious white moonlight.
In my past life, I saw Rhys’s Blood Tide spiraled out of control, threatening to tear his body apart.
In my past life, when he commanded me to call Seraphina, I had let my pathetic, unrequited love blind me.
I offered my own body as the cure, desperately weaving the Origin Blood Seal with him.
Not long after, I fell pregnant with his half-blood child.
He had no choice but to plan our wedding. On the big day, Seraphina was ambushed by blood hunters.
She sent ninety-nine distress blood signals, yet he was tied up with wedding duties and never saw a single one.
After his beloved nearly died, he laid every ounce of blame on me.
When I went into labor, he locked me away in the Blood Dungeon. He drained every drop of my Origin Blood in a ritual meant to resurrect Seraphina, leaving me and our unborn baby to die in agony.
As my life slipped away, his words echoed in my ears: I’d ruined his one true love, and both me and the child deserved to perish.
When I opened my eyes again, I was right back to that night.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

Nineteen times. That's how many times Elliot had walked out on me while we planned our wedding.

Standing in the bridal shop, he didn't even bother to sound sorry. "Cecilia, it's Vivienne. Another panic attack. She's alone—it's not safe. I have to get to her."

Margaux, my biological mother, shot me that look. "Your sister is suffocating, and you want to make this about a dress? Be the bigger person, Cecilia."

I watched him leave. No hesitation. No looking back. And for once, I didn't beg him to stay. Didn't crumble in the dressing room like I had eighteen times before.

I turned to the mirror. The bride staring back wore thousands of dollars in ivory silk. Her eyes were dead.

"Help me out of this," I told the saleswoman, whose face had gone pale. My voice came out calm. Almost pleasant. "I don't need it anymore. There won't be a wedding."

I barely escaped the Valley of the Dread Dragon, my magic completely drained. A betrothal awaited me in Winterhold. But the moment I arrived, my fiancé Arthur refused to acknowledge who I was. He stood by and watched as his socalled true love Elena stole my wand, scarred my face, and swore to strip me bare and parade me through the streets. He thought he stood above me, blind to exactly whom he was defying — I held his entire family in my power. When my brother Damian arrived, he did not merely rescue me. He gave me the chance to pay back every wound and humiliation I had suffered, one by one.

My twin sister and I were born on the same day. She got the love. I got the debt.
Some doctor told my parents I stole Colette's immune system in the womb, and after that, the rule was simple: every time she got sick, I had to hurt worse. Fever meant the basement. Below freezing, no blanket, no socks, door padlocked from the outside.
I was seventeen and I weighed under seventy pounds. My teeth were coming loose. My hair was falling out.
Then, on the coldest night of the year, something moved behind the cracked mirror in the basement. A man in a tailcoat. He said he could give me anything, as long as I could pay.
All I wanted was a blanket and a piece of bread.
He asked what I had left to trade.
I didn't have anything. So I offered him my last years.

I was marrying Boone Ashcroft on a Saturday morning. Before I could step out of the truck, his mother walked up with a rope and pointed at the cattle chute behind the barn.
Her terms: hands and knees through six inches of mud and manure. A metal headgate clamped around my neck at the end. That was the price of walking through her front door.
I said no.
Then forty Ashcrofts surrounded the truck. My phone had zero signal. My family was blocked behind a hay baler a quarter mile back. And the man I'd spent three years with looked me in the eye and said: "You're going through that chute today. Crawling or walking — pick one."
They cornered my best friend. Threw hog blood on the windshield. Thought nobody was coming for me.
They didn't know about the CB radio under the console — or the ten cousins listening on the other end.

Ten years ago, my mate faked his death in the war and ran off with his childhood sweetheart.
No goodbye. No contact since.
All he left me were two things — a debt of six hundred and eighty thousand, and a notice declaring him lost, stamped four years later by people who'd never met him.
The bank took our den. I moved into a shared burrow-flat at the edge of the settlement.
Three jobs after hours. Sold blood. Scrubbed latrines. Tested tonics for the healers until my nose stopped working right.
Ten years to pay off the debt. A desk at the Missing and Fallen Registry Office, once the ceasefire finally came.
My first case file was a man the law had already declared dead.
He said he'd been young and reckless. Walked out. Never looked back.
Now his family's land was due a war reparations payout, and he needed his name restored to collect it.
I stared at the name on the form. Recognized it instantly.
Smiled.
"Insufficient documentation. Application denied."

My Alpha King was the perfect partner in everyone's eyes. He was handsome, gentle, and caring.

In that cold prison cell, I watched my pregnant best friend snuggle in my mate's arms. They confessed the truth. They had been fated mates since they were 18. I was nothing more than a pawn for power.

Now that I was useless, he beat me to death.

But the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. I was reborn on my wedding day.

Looking at my mate's fake affection, I couldn't control myself. I slapped him hard across the face.

Reborn, I'm going to expose his true face to everyone!

What I didn't expect was this. While planning my revenge, his biggest rival would pin me against his office desk. "Sleep with me, and I'll help you get your revenge."

His hand slipped inside my underwear. "So wet already? Looks like your mate can't satisfy you at all."

Alpha Jericho rejected his mate before, but now he was ready to claim what has always belonged to him.


Alpha Jericho has been hiding in the shadows, biding his time, and now he was prepared to reclaim the woman who completely changed his life.

However, while he was away, a shifter he once trusted has taken control of his territory. He rules with fear and corruption, and Aria is standing by his side. To make matters worse, there's a hidden enemy waiting in the wings, but his mate refuses to heed his warnings.

Play the BDSM game with the mafia triplets

"You were ours from the second we set eyes on you."

"I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize that you belong to us." One of the triplets said, yanking my head back to meet his intense eyes.

"You are ours to fúck, ours to love, ours to claim and use in any way we want. Isn't that right, darling?" The second one added.

"Y….yes, sir." I breathed.

"Now be a good girl and spread your legs, let's see what a needy little mess our words have made you." The third one added.


Camilla witnessed a murder made by masked men and luckily ran away. On her way to find her disappeared father, she crosses paths with the world's most dangerous mafia triplets who were the killers she met before. But she didn’t know it...

When the truth was revealed, she was taken to the triplets’ BDSM club. Camilla has no way to run, the mafia triplets would do anything to keep her as their little slut.

They are willing to share her but is she going to submit to the three of them?

Giving up has never been an option….
While fighting for his life and freedom has become commonplace for Alpha Cole Redmen, the battle for both hits a whole new level once he finally returns to the place he’s never called home. When his fight to escape results in dissociative amnesia, Cole must overcome one obstacle after another to get to the place he only knows about in his dreams. Will he follow his dreams and find his way home or will he get lost along the way?
Join Cole on his emotional journey, inspiring change, as he fights to return to Crimson Dawn.

*This is the second book in the Crimson Dawn series. This series is best read in order.

**Content warning, this book contains descriptions of physical and sexual abuse that sensitive readers may find disturbing. For adult readers only.

Medici and her two vampire lovers.

"Guys, this is Isabella" Sarah introduced me,

"Okay guys so Isabella is apparently a first year, and from a random orphanage and didn't even know that her Dom is a king" Sarah laughed to me.

"You're with Edward? I couldn't handle him" Payton said.

"Handle him?" I asked, the girls all giggled.

"I didn't even make it past his manners phase" Sarah told me.

"Edward shares the throne of England and Russian territory with his father" Veronica explained to me,

"Wait what, England and Russia? What do you mean, England has a queen?" I told them,

"Not the human queen silly, the Vampi-" Payton was cut off by Edward strictly calling my name.

I turned around, terrified,

"Isabella, come here" he called to me, and beckoned for me to come to him. I walked over to him shyly, feeling the glare of jealously on the back of my neck.

"Yes sir?" I asked him when I approached, he sat in between other doms.

"Sit here darling" he told me and motioned to his lap. My cheeks were bright red,

"On-on your lap Edward?" I asked him.

"How DARE you address him by his name-" another dominant said to me, Edward help up his hand to silence him.

"Sweetheart, I know you're still new to this, but you will address me as 'sir' or 'master' here. Now sit on my lap" he told me. I sat on his lap.

Edward whispered something to Eros,

"Punish the girls for the gossip" he said calmly.

"Girls" Eros said harshly, they all looked over

"You all are being punished together for talking about things that are not yours to tell" Edward said calmly. They all look mortified.

"Go wait in the red room, I'll be watching your punishment with my sub" he said calmly.

Arkhaios is a very secret society. Isabella, however, as a human girl was invited. No one knows that Isabella is a pureblood royal child.
"Why would a royal child be orphaned?" someone would asked. Purebloods were rare, powerful, and honored. Royal families rarely concieved.
Because she's a Medici.
The Medici's, the thirteenth royal family. Previously the most powerful royal vampire family, until the twelve Royal famlies voted to have their line ended for war crimes.

Isabella is orphaned at birth. She gains admission into prestigious academy outside of London. When she attends the academy, she meets Edward.
Edward is commissioned by his father and the headmaster to mentor and protect her. While Edward is annoyed with the task, he falls in love with her. Isabella learns that she is not an orphan, but in fact a very powerful, yet-to-shift vampire. Attacks begin on her life.
Damien, Edward's half brother was hired by Edward to protect her full-time at the Academy. Isabella and Damien fall in love.
The three are told their relationship is untraditional and forced to keep it a secret...
It won't be a secret as you guess.

What exactly does it mean to be his bride?


Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride.

No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past.

Was he turning them into slaves?

Feeding them to his dragon?

Or was he... feeding on them?

That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human.

Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart.

What was he using them for?!

But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be.

Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen.

Why?

Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it?

“Show me your breasts.”

One of the buyers came up in front of her again. His nose crinkled, lifting his upper lip into a sneer.

She raised her fingers to her bodice, obeying as she always must if she did not wish to face severe punishment.

“My lord” manager appeared in a gesture of respect.

Suddenly, manager stopped. His voice rised in a strangled manner.

Gayriel looked up, unable to help herself. Three years at the choosing house and she had never once seen manager flustered.

“That one.” said a voice.


Woman. Virgin. Sex slave.

Three words that describe Gayriel on the day she is to be sold into service.

But she want freedom. She expected it would be difficult, and she expected it would be dangerous—the very act of escape would forfeit her life if she was caught. What she didn't expect was him.

Dynarys Firestriker, general of the Amber Aerie guard. Dragon Lord. Half Breed.

His very blood is a legacy he must fight to overcome, and slipping a female spy into his enemy's midst is the easiest way to prove himself. But the slave he chooses for the task is anything but easy. Worse, she tempts his beast...


PLEASE NOTE: This is a complete series collection for Amber Aerie Series by Lacey St Sin. Seperate books from the series are available on the author page.

"I'm mated to you, Asher," I whispered, hoping for his acceptance.

"No, you're mated to yourself because I can never be with someone like you," Asher replied coldly. "I, Asher, hereby reject you as my mate."

Confusion and heartache consumed me as I stared at him, my voice trembling. "Why are you saying all of this to me?"

"Because, Lenora, I can't be your mate. I regret accepting to be your boyfriend in the first place; it was merely out of pity," he declared, devoid of emotion.

Tears welled in my eyes as his words cut through me. "I've never loved you, Lenora. I thought you would grow stronger, but you're still the weakest wolf I've ever encountered, even at seventeen."

Lenora Hunter, marked as the weakest wolf in the Serene pack, had never let that define her until she faced rejection from Asher, her only hope. Meanwhile, the presence of Alaric, the New Alpha, struck fear into the hearts of wolves far and wide. He was a dreadful and elusive figure, known but rarely seen. Alaric's arrival in the Serene pack, with intentions unknown, only added to the turmoil. Would Lenora, as the weakest wolf, survive the clutches of this ferocious predator? Could she be an exception to his malevolent ways?

Lana Danley lives her peaceful life in the small town of Rosecliff where she is a senior in high school. The mundane routine of her daily life is weighing on her as she can only dream of the day she graduates and moves to the big city.
One night, during her shift as a part time forest ranger she finds an unusually large and injured wolf. She decides to help it by bringing it home to treat it’s wounds. Later that night when she goes to check on the wolf, she finds instead her classmate, River Attwood, naked and glaring daggers at her. Soon, she is pulled into the mysteries of Rosecliff and its entanglement with the creatures of the night who rule over the forest, werewolves.