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Because of his grandfather's dying wish, Supreme Court Chief Justice Garrick Vance—the most powerful beast-shifter in the city—was forced to marry me, a human court clerk who had secretly loved him for years.

For six years we pretended to be strangers at work while he remained ice-cold toward me and our daughter Wren at home. When his celebrity ex-girlfriend Seraphina returned from overseas, I watched him come alive for another woman—attending her parties, rushing to her side at midnight.

Meanwhile, our five-year-old daughter waited every night for a father who never came home.

The day Wren nearly died from his careless gift, I finally signed the mate bond dissolution papers.

This time, he's lost us forever.

Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"

In my past life, I loved the wrong man, chose the wrong path, and died trapped in an underground prison.

Reborn and given a second chance, facing the choice between the Blackwood brothers, everyone expected me to fall into Kellan's arms again—that once "perfect lover," that demon who tortured me to death.

But this time, I chose his older brother, Kai.

I chose the eldest son rumored to be cold and ruthless, the dangerous man who handled "gray business" overseas, the only person who bled for me in my previous life.

When I took Kai's hand in front of everyone, Kellan lost his mind, and so did my twin sister Aria.

"You love me!" Kellan screamed hysterically. "How could you choose that cold-blooded bastard?"

I smiled calmly: "Because this time, I'm choosing someone who truly loves me."

The pain of my past life won't repeat itself. The revenge of this life has only just begun.

When my best friend’s biological father found her, she became the heiress to a crime family.

I was the extra baggage she insisted on bringing home. My greatest talent? Making one penny do the work of eight.

She handed me $450 million and put me in charge of the family’s new project.

I couldn’t bear to spend it. I paid out just $7,500.

Then the project collapsed. The family’s captains turned against her, and a rival boss showed up with his men waiting downstairs.

The girl who’d been raised in her place slid a transfer agreement across the table.

“Give me your shares. Walk away from the family. And I’ll make sure your gold-digging little friend gets out alive.”

With tears in her eyes, my best friend pressed her last bank card into my hand.

But I couldn’t stop staring at two words in the agreement:

Without compensation.

Before she could sign, I lunged forward and tore it to pieces.

“Hold on.”

“For seventy-five hundred dollars, you get the docks, the house—and her?”

Tessa died betrayed by her mate, and by the bond that was meant to protect her. Pregnant and broken, she fell with a single prayer on her lips: please let me try again.

The Moon Goddess answered, and she was given a second chance at life… but the mercy came with a cruel condition. Tessa would live only long enough to give birth to her child. After that, death would claim her without exception.

Bound to time and ticking fate, Tessa makes a dangerous blood pact with Dylan, a powerful Alpha cursed by a terminal disease. What begins as a contract marriage, becomes a love so powerful, it rewrites every rule they swore to live by.

Torn between duty, love, and the child she refuses to lose again, Tessa must face the impossible choice the Moon Goddess left her with:

Is a borrowed life worth a love that cannot survive it?

I clasped my hands over my bare breast as the old emperor pressed on me, trying to rape me, a 14 year old girl. They called me the cursed concubine. “You killed your mother at birth,” they claim. Even my father sold me for a piece of dirt to the Emperor with an appetite for young girls like me.

And then, they blamed me for his illness. "Your presence here has only brought suffering and pain in the palace."

"A lowlife like you doesn't deserve any form of dignity!"

They stripped me, tied my thorn cloth around my neck like a leash and pulled me like a common dog.

"Now woof! woof! Like a sick dog you are!"

I was waiting to die.

Then the prince returned.

Fresh from a decade-long war with werewolves, drenched in blood and victory, he shattered the palace silence by defending me—the woman everyone else wanted erased.

All I wanted was gratitude.

What I got was a night in his chambers… and secrets powerful enough to bring an empire to its knees.

I thought I was a curse.

A liability.

A plague.

But the prince awakened something far more dangerous.

And this palace will learn—

I was never weak. I was only unclaimed

To outsiders, it might seem harmless. After all, what danger could there be in loving someone so flawless—handsome, powerful, eternal? But for Hazel, giving her heart to a vampire lord is nothing short of ruin. The man who makes her pulse quicken is the monster who shattered her world. His coven slaughtered her father’s pack, drenched the city in blood, and seized it as their throne. And Ethan—the vampire lord himself—is the one who ended her mother’s life.

She tells herself it isn’t too late—not too late to turn back, to hate him, to despise him the way she should. She could obey her father and walk away. If only her heart would let her.

"It's PRINCESS Kaelyth to you and every piece of trash out there!"
His jaws clenched, the vein on his head slightly moving from that singular act. Disgust rippled through her as she stared at the towering seven feet tall man in front of her. He was a Fallow. The dust beneath her feet was of more value than the demon looking down at her.
The anger that thrummed in his veins threatened to send him into a chokehold. The Royal glaring at him like he was nothing, was the main reason he was here. And she had the guts to act all high and mighty. "I saved your life," he growled, the hatred and anger causing his body to tremble slightly.
"I would have rather died than let you lay a hand on me you filthy Fallow!"
The tension in the air was palpable.
"Well I'd rather die than let a being who is not me, kill you!
"Her breath hitched. His words, the anger in them all sent a zap through her body, pooling in the pit of her belly, sending her core into a clutching frenzy.
Her eyes flared, fists tightened. "Are you threatening me?!"
"Threat?" He repeated with a humorless laughter. "I don't make threats Kaelyth. I make promises."
The way he said her name almost paralyzed her with need. If it didn't already. "Watch your words Fallow!"
"Watch your back Princess."

When Princess Kaelyth's world starts falling apart, the last person she expects to show up is a lowborn demon she has always looked down on. He is a Fallow. Everything she was taught to hate. But after over a thousand years, the universe has finally created a true mate bond again and it chose them to be fated mates.

A dark romance demon fantasy.

Astrid was born from a forbidden love between a human and the Lycan King. Now, she is the heir to his throne—and the last person the kingdom wants to see wearing the crown.

With enemies determined to kill her before she can become queen, Astrid has spent her life fighting to survive. But things become even more complicated when she discovers her mate, Alpha Jeremiah.

Jeremiah is cold, ruthless, and hates her kind. He doesn’t want Astrid as his mate. He wants what she can give him—the throne, the kingdom, and the power that comes with her blood.

When Jeremiah marks Astrid for his own selfish reasons, she finds herself trapped between the man destined to be her mate and the kingdom she is destined to rule.

But Astrid soon realizes that the battle for the throne is only the beginning.

Because in a world where love can be used as a weapon, trusting the wrong person could cost Astrid her life—and her kingdom.

Rhea Morgan, a partially deaf investigative journalist, uncovers a blood-soaked conspiracy involving corrupt political systems and her own mysterious heritage.
Kellan Thorne is an exiled Alpha vampire who is on the run from the rest. Both Ree and Kellan’s lives intertwine but they soon discover that what they share might soon be torn by dark secrets that have been buried for long.

At the family banquet, a power-hungry male special assistant projected a dimly lit bed photo onto the massive screen. He claimed he had slept with my wife—the heiress to the family—and demanded I walk away from the marriage with nothing.
While all the relatives were waiting for me to become the laughingstock, my eyes landed on a red rose burn scar in the corner of the photo. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp. He had no idea that the woman he had just slept with was actually the wife of a psychopathic serial killer.

Ten years of knowing each other, today was our engagement.

I was the Holy Maiden of the Silverglow Clan; Kane was the young lord of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

The union of the two clans to resist the blood-clan beast tide together had been my wish since childhood.

But on the wedding day, in the sacred hall, my palm faced his, only the final blood pact remaining, when a woman holding a blood-stained swaddling bundle rushed into the hall and said it was his child.

Kane rushed down. He cut his fingertip and tested the blood; the royal mark lit up between the wolf cub’s brows.

He smiled—a gentle smile he had never once given me in three years.

The elder said, first take her as a concubine; the queen’s position would still be mine.

And I walked down from the altar and slapped him across the face.

“Break off the engagement.”

Remove the crown, sever the contract, withdraw three thousand wolf riders, take back the moon-steel weapons and the beacon array.

Kane said I was throwing a tantrum.

He did not know that from the moment I took off the crown, I had already calculated how to make him pay!

"You have no wolf."

In a world where your wolf determines your power, your rank, and your worth, those four words are a death sentence.

Vivienne Frost was born to inherit the most ancient Pack in the North. Silver wolf bloodline. Destined for power.

But on the night of her Awakening Ceremony, nothing answered.

Her father stopped seeing her as his daughter. She became a bargaining chip — traded into a political marriage with an Alpha she never chose.

So she runs.

Under a fake identity, Vivienne enters Thornfield Academy to uncover who is being groomed to replace her. But the most dangerous thing at Thornfield isn't the conspiracy.

It's Kael Thorne.

The most feared Alpha in the academy. A man raised to be a weapon, who has never let anyone close enough to see what that cost him.

Vivienne breaks that rule on day one.

She notices his scars. Challenges his dominance. Refuses to fear him.

And his wolf responds to her.

When danger closes in, Kael makes a choice no one expects — he marks her. Not because he trusts her. Because protecting her becomes the one instinct he can't fight.

But the girl they called wolfless was never truly empty.

Something ancient is waking inside her blood.

And the Alpha who marked her will have to choose — protect the bond, or let them both burn.

Raven is not your regular 21 year old girl. She's different. Trained and equipped by her father to hunt down the very creatures that killed her mother. She'll stop at nothing to finish them all.

But one hunt goes wrong, changing the course of her life forever.

Saviour has waited for his mate all his life but not as hard as his mother has. The day the huntress is caught, Saviour knows everything is about to shift but he's adamant on controlling the wheels of the quickly sinking ship that's his life.
First son of three, born to Alpha King Raphael. But he'll need a mate to take the throne and restore his mother's place as ‘most valued mate.’
Now how can he do that when his mate is a reject?

Raven soon realizes she's in a world ebbed in secrets and lies. One she must play a significant role in.
From Huntress, to captive, and from captive to Queen.


“You breached our borders with the intent of killing our men, women and children. You are a traitor who doesn't deserve to live. It is merciful for the alpha King to spare your life. But you will forever walk in the skin you hate. Forced to live like one of us, a captive of Darkwaters.”

"Maybe," she whispered, refusing to look away, "I'm tired of being protected."
Something dangerous flashed across his face.
His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closing as if simply being this close required every ounce of his self-control.
"You have no idea," he breathed, "how difficult you make this."
She swallowed. "Then stop fighting it."
For one impossible second, it looked as though he would. Instead, Dorian exhaled a shaky laugh, stepped back, and opened the door.
"Get some sleep, Livvy."
She stared at him in disbelief. "That's it?"
A slow, devastating smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "If I kiss you tonight..." His gaze locked onto hers. "I won't stop at one."


Olivia "Livvy" Hart thought monsters only existed in stories.

By day, she serves coffee. By night, she works at one of the city's hottest underground clubs. Her biggest problems are rude customers and exhausting shifts until a demon tries to make her its next sacrifice.

Saved by the mysterious and infuriatingly secretive Dorian Vane, Livvy is thrust into a hidden world where vampires rule from the shadows, demons hunt the innocent, and magic has always been real. Worse, someone powerful wants her alive... and everyone seems willing to kill for her.

Forced into the protection of Dorian and his four brothers, Livvy discovers her family has been hiding dangerous secrets for generations. As she uncovers the truth behind her bloodline, she finds herself at the center of an ancient war, hunted by supernatural factions that believe she holds the key to changing their world forever.

After an unexpected crash landing on a post-apocalyptic alien planet, Alyssa Carr, a bold and fearless human explorer, finds herself in a world where death reigns supreme, and the live dead have become rulers. Separated from her crew, Alyssa meets Kael'vok, the enigmatic and ruthless Zombie King, a powerful being ruling over a desolate kingdom of the undead. Marked by fate, Kael'vok takes Alyssa as his mate, beginning a dangerous dance of lust, control, and love.

Caught between her desire to escape and the strange pull she feels toward the Zombie King, Alyssa goes on a treacherous journey. As her body becomes awakened by his touch, Alyssa learns that Kael'vok’s dominion extends not only to the dead but also over her senses. Meanwhile, an invading alien force threatens both their worlds, causing the unlikely pair to join forces.

Through passionate nights and dangerous days, Alyssa is torn between the thrill of her burgeoning connection with the Zombie King and her desperate fight for life. As she navigates his dark kingdom, she faces her desires, an erotic exploration of pleasure, and Kael'vok’s control, unraveling a steamy love that could either save them both or lead to their destruction.

But the Zombie King holds secrets—secrets that could change everything she knows about her place in the world. When an alien invasion looms and she learns Kael'vok's tragic past, Alyssa must decide if her love for him is worth the ultimate sacrifice. Their bond will be tried, and with it, the future of their worlds.

Rejected by her mate for her best friend, ends up in a complicated situation with two men leading to humiliation.

What situation and why was she rejected?

Successfully escaping, moved to a new city to begin a new life but found one of her forgotten pasts staring right back at her in the face.

What past is this?

Humiliated, tortured, bullied and all, soon discovers she was granted a second chance mate but not one this time, two.

As Eve struggles to battle with this knowledge, she realizes she isn't who she thought she was at all but something greater, and now everyone wants her, including her ex.

"You summoned me, little librarian. Now you'll learn what it means to belong to a demon."
Mireya Ashcroft's life is already in ruins. Betrayed by her fiancé who stole her research to advance his own career, abandoned by her family who chose her perfect sister over her, and framed for a crime that destroyed her reputation---she has nothing left but her job shelving books in Ashenvale's oldest occult library.
On the blood moon, desperate to prove her stolen research was real, she performs what she believes is a harmless historical ritual. Instead, she tears open the veil and summons him.
Azraeth, the Demon King. The destroyer of armies. The nightmare whispered about in celestial temples and witch covens alike. Imprisoned for five hundred years by angels who feared his power, he emerges from his prison with vengeance burning in his eyes and an ancient hunger that nothing can satisfy.
Except the mark is now burned into Mireya's skin, binding her soul to his. And the binding wasn't random---it was prophecy.
As angels descend to execute her for the forbidden summoning and witches hunt her to steal the demon's power, Mireya discovers three shattering truths: her "ordinary" life was a carefully constructed lie, the mark awakening something dangerous inside her that tastes like chaos and shadow, and Azraeth doesn't just need her to survive his weakened state---her blood is the key to breaking the curse that's slowly killing him.
But accepting her dark power means embracing the monster inside her. And falling for the Demon King means becoming the villain in everyone else's story.
The angels called her a mistake. Her family called her worthless. Her ex called her forgettable.
The Demon King calls her his salvation---and his damnation.

At Blackthorn Academy, humans are at the bottom of the food chain. They exist to serve, entertain, or die.

Aria Vale was never supposed to end up here. But when a mysterious sponsor forces her enrollment, she quickly learns the truth—Blackthorn is a vampire stronghold, ruled by ancient laws and deadly desires.

Only to meet Lorien Duskbane, the cold, untouchable vampire prince. He’s cursed, doomed to destroy anyone he thirsts for. Yet, when Aria walks into his world, his control begins to unravel. She shouldn’t tempt him—her blood, her body, everything about her is forbidden.

But Aria isn't just a fragile human girl. A hidden power stirs in her blood, a secret that could shatter Blackthorn’s balance of power. And when another dark, ruthless vampire—Sebastian Voss—sets his sights on her, Aria is thrown into a battle between two predators who will risk everything to claim her.

She is the key to their fate. The curse. The prophecy.
And the one thing they can never have.

Will she run? Or will she give in to the hunger?

On the 10th anniversary of her father’s death, Serena planned to send off his soul with peace and grief… not betrayal.Her mother didn’t even light a candle to honor him. Instead, she shocked Serena with a sudden announcement—she was marrying an Alpha. And they were moving to Moonstone Pack immediately.
Though broken by her mother’s coldness, Serena had no choice but to go, hoping maybe this would be a fresh start. A new chapter but nothing could prepare her for what awaited.The feared Alpha’s heirs—triplets Rhys, Callum, and Dominic—took an interest in her. They teased her. Tempted her. Touched her soul. And under the moonlight, they marked her… and made her theirs.
One night of passion.
One unforgettable bond.Serena thought it meant everything.But by morning, they acted like strangers. And when she discovered she was pregnant with their child… they called her a liar.A rogue.A disgrace.In front of the whole pack, she was humiliated, accused of seducing the Alphas, and sentenced to banishment. Her mother said nothing. The triplets didn’t even look at her.Now, Serena has been thrown out like trash—handcuffed and alone, with enemies closing in.Was it all a cruel joke?Was she just a game to them?Is someone behind the triplets’ sudden change toward Serena?Why is Vivian so cruel to her?And most of all… can she survive what comes next?

Vera was the perfect girlfriend.
She cooked his meals, learned his schedule, and told herself the hesitation before he said I love you was just his personality.
Then she overheard him in a bar.
"She was always just the placeholder. I found her because she looks like Lena."
Three years. And she was nothing but a substitute for a woman who hadn't bothered to stay.
Vera walks out with one phone call and one decision: go home, accept the arrangement she spent three years running from, and face the Lycan King who has apparently been wearing a ring with her initial for nine years.
Caelan Blackwood doesn't explain himself. He doesn't beg. He just looks at her across her father's dinner table and says: "I've been waiting. Take whatever time you need."
She thought she was running toward safety.
She didn't know she was running toward the one person who had never stopped looking for her.
Marked By The Wrong Alpha is a werewolf romance about betrayal, identity, and the difference between someone who uses your name and someone who has been carrying it for nine years.

After being poisoned by her foster sister for years—fed weight-gain hormones disguised as vitamins—Chloe Harrison lost 90 pounds and clawed her way back from rock bottom.
Her cruel foster sister Mia even tricked her into a humiliating one-night stand with what she called "a fat, balding stranger." But that night was anything but shameful—it was unforgettable.
Now Mia has one final insult: marry the "pathetic cripple" Mia publicly rejected—a bankrupt, wheelchair-bound recluse named Julian Astor.
However, everything changes when Chloe walks into that conference room. Julian isn’t a broken old man—he’s six-foot-three of raw power in a Tom Ford suit, a devastatingly possessive billionaire CEO who makes her forget how to breathe.
All of a sudden, her contract marriage turns into something dangerously real. Julian doesn’t just want her on paper—he wants to worship every curve, trace every scar, and take her every single night.
Why does his touch feel so hauntingly familiar? And why does he look at her like he’s been searching for her since that rainy night?
A ruthless billionaire couldn’t possibly be obsessed with the woman he was never supposed to keep… could he?

Zuri is on the run from her powerful crime family, hiding in a small outlaw town where no one knows her name. But the night she steps into the Iron Kings’ biker bar, her past and future collide.

When a man puts his hands on her, Amani the ruthless Enforcer of the Kings, steps in. In front of the whole club, he makes a dangerous vow:

“She’s mine. No one touches her.”

To Zuri, it feels like a new cage.
To Amani, it feels like fate.

But secrets have a way of bleeding out.
The syndicate wants Zuri back. The MC doesn’t trust her. And the more Amani protects her, the more enemies circle to tear them apart.

Can Zuri outrun the darkness of her past, or will it destroy the only man willing to burn the world for her?

WARNING: This is a DARK ROMANCE containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence, noncon/dubcon, forced claiming, captivity, and other triggering themes.

Princess Leena of the Crescent Moon Pack lived a sheltered fairytale life behind palace walls, dreaming only of the fated mate who would complete her perfect life.

On her eighteenth birthday, that dream turned into a nightmare.

The ruthless Rogue Alpha slaughtered her parents before her eyes, then claimed her as his own, dragging the sheltered princess into his brutal, lawless world.

Now stripped of title, freedom, and everything she once knew, Leena is trapped at the side of the monster who destroyed her family. She must fight to survive his obsession, even as a dark, forbidden pull begins to awaken between them.

Will she break under the savage Alpha determined to possess her completely, or will she find the strength to turn his dangerous claim into her weapon?

I thought heartbreak would break me.
Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected.
It awakened the monster inside.
On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren’t mine.
Then he appeared.
Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me.
Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something.
And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them.
But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed.
The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan’s mating process…
One of us dies.

After losing her parents to a brutal attack, Liora is taken in by the mysterious and powerful Alpha, Kane. Under his protection, she learns to follow the rules, remain obedient, and suppress her own dreams. But as her first heat approaches, resisting Kane who owns her body and soul becomes impossible.
"Touch me," she finally begs, her voice catching in her throat.
His hand lands on her neck. "So this is what you want? To be used? I can do that, but you will never be the same again."
The desire between them ignites, pulling them into a tight embrace they cannot break, until the words slip out in the darkness.
"I love you, Kade," she whispers.
Silence follows, sharp and tense. "Sorry?" he asks, his gaze cold. "Sorry for what? That you love me, or was it just because the heat was overwhelming?"
Their instincts spark and the desire they both share for one another explodes, bringing them into a tight embrace and they find themselves unable to let go. Will they be able to resist fate? Or is this a forbidden passion that it set to consume them both?

TW!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE SCENES TW!! At a point in life, every wolf dreams of a happy ending with their mates, family, and friends, and Lenora wasn't an exemption. She was blessed to have been pregnant by her mate; the Lycan prince. She was finally going to build the family she never had the luxury of and her happy ending was about to begin, but fate had different plans for her and Alaric as a buried past showed its ugly head. Chaos, deceit, hatred, betrayal, secrets, death, lust, and love became the new theme for her and Alaric's love story as they grew to realise their enemy has always been their biggest supporter. This book is the sequel to Mated To The Devil's Son, I recommend that you read Book 1 to gain a better understanding as the book doesn't stand alone. °°° Book 1 — Mated To The Devil's Son (Completed)

"What are you? You are not a werewolf. What the hell are you?" Phoebe cried in terror as she looked at the man in front of him, shifting into a hideous monster. He smirked, pinning her against the wall, his grip tightened around her throat. "I am the devil.
The devil that's about to ruin your life." His words made Phoebe shiver in terror. "Strip! Now I own your body." He growled at her, pushing her on the bed. Phoebe watched him strip on terror. She regretted listening to her sister. Phoebe was a kind she-wolf.
Her pack praised her for her kindness and her bravery. And even in looks, she was more stunning than her older sister. Jealous Nina was threatened by her sister as Phoebe grew up.
To get rid of her sister, Nina decided to sell her sister to the king of the werewolf kingdom. What Nina didn't know, that it was devil himself, ready to ruin Phoebe.

Maya Aldridge thought her past was buried forever.
When a mysterious fire destroys everything she knows, the only clue left behind is a crimson crest which is a mark of a feared crime dynasty.
Drawn into the Crimson Empire as an assistant, Maya steps into a world ruled by blood, power, and secrets. As buried truths awaken, she unlocks a shapeshifter legacy long thought extinct, a legacy that the empire would kill to control.
At the center of it all stands Asher Crimson, the empire’s ruthless heir. Cold, dangerous, and bound by a deadly curse, he was raised to rule without mercy and to never trust.
Forced into an uneasy alliance, Maya and Asher walk a thin line between survival and desire, where trust is deadly and love is forbidden.
When betrayal surfaces and vengeance calls, will the Crimson Empire destroy them both… or will love rewrite a fate soaked in blood?

They called her cursed.
Useless. Disposable.

He called her his.

When Lyra Hale, a powerless omega, witnesses a brutal mafia massacre in the human city, she becomes a walking death sentence. Every crime family wants her silenced. Every door is closed.

Until Dante Moretti finds her bleeding in an alley.

Italy’s most feared mafia boss.
A monster whispered about in the underworld.
And secretly—an Alpha werewolf no one dares challenge.

He saves her life… then claims it.

Lyra believes she’s nothing more than an unlucky omega. What she doesn’t know is that her blood hides a forgotten power—one that once wiped out an entire pack. A power she can’t remember… but Dante can.

Because he isn’t protecting her out of mercy.
He’s keeping her to break his curse.

Under a blood moon, his wolf marks her, binding them in a dangerous bond neither of them planned. Desire turns violent. Trust turns deadly. And the closer Lyra gets to the truth, the more bodies fall at her feet.

Love was never meant to exist between a mafia killer and a rejected omega.

But fate doesn’t ask permission.
It only demands blood.

At her engagement party, her fiancé had betrayed her.She announced she wanted to take revenge on her fiancé.


A man’s icy lips covered hers as he devoured her, giving her temporary respite from the heat. She reached out and flung her arms around his neck, sucking his lips greedily.
Loud moans and pants soon resounded around the room. Their shadows on the wall opposite overlapped with a burning passion.
As the light was dim, Charlotte couldn’t see the man’s face clearly. The only thing that occurred to her was how beastly he was in bed. He savagely took her until dawn.

At my Mating Ceremony, the pack's newly appointed Chief Forger ripped the sacred collar from my neck for all to see.
"Your bland scent is entirely unworthy of such an ancient artifact."
She gripped the metal shears, flashing me a provocative smirk.
"The Alpha gave me permission to follow my inspiration whenever it strikes. I cut it, but I’ll forge you a new one later. Consider it a mating gift."
Gasps rippled through the surrounding wolves. For a female, having her bare, unmarked neck exposed in public was the ultimate humiliation.
My mate, the Alpha of the Obsidian Pack, strode over. Instead of punishing her, he warned me, "She is a rare prodigy, highly sensitive to spiritual aura. Don't throw your weight around as the future Luna and be so petty."
Catching the blatant favoritism in his eyes, I let out a cold laugh.
Fine. Since she destroyed the priceless treasure hand-forged by the High Priestess, she would pay the price.
I stared dead into his eyes and announced on the spot, "The Mating Ceremony is canceled."

I run the group. She was a college student I once sponsored.

Because I liked her, I gave her extra help—tuition support, an internship, a place to stay, and quiet access to my world. But we were never official, and nothing inappropriate ever happened.

I thought she understood boundaries. She thought I couldn’t walk away.

At an alumni speech, she built her “survivor” image by hinting she’d been gently controlled and kept on a leash by someone with resources. The clip was edited to perfection and went viral overnight—framed as me “preying on young women.”

Deals froze. A seven-figure contract got shelved. Reporters started circling.

I expected her to stop. On the phone, she laughed: “Attention is opportunity.”

That afternoon, I cut off her card, changed the locks, terminated the internship, and had counsel serve the letter.

She thought I’d soften. I simply made one thing clear: some attraction ends at the line—and some consequences never come with a warning.

In a world overrun by zombies, survivors built a fortress—and my fiancée and I joined its action unit.
To help her secure her position, I turned down leadership’s offer to run my own squad and stayed by her side as the “invisible” second-in-command.

For a full year, I made the tactics, wrote the contingencies, and cleaned up every mission.
She took my plans as her own credit—and let the team treat me like dead weight.

Then, on one operation, she ignored my orders and changed the plan on the fly. Disaster followed.
In the debrief, she blamed everything on me in front of everyone.

I resigned on the spot.

Not long after, I took command of a new squad—and delivered the cleanest record in the entire base.
Her unit couldn’t even finish routine recovery runs.

Until a mandated joint op put our teams at the same rally point—
and she finally realized the “legendary captain” was me.

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

I was married to Vera for three years.

In those three years, every time we fought, I was the one who backed down first. She got used to being indulged, and she got used to using the silent treatment to make me fold.

Then a blizzard grounded my flight. I didn’t make it back for her birthday. She filed for divorce out of spite and left the country.

Three years ended without dignity.

A year after the divorce, Vera returned with a new jewelry brand and a high-profile comeback. Everyone assumed I was still waiting for her—she assumed it too.

At dinners, she hinted at reconciliation, using our old story to build hype for her brand. The circle started whispering that I’d end up back by her side.

I corrected it, again and again. She ignored every word.

What she didn’t know was that I already had someone new—and we were preparing to get engaged.

When she saw the engagement planning booklet, she convinced herself it was my signal to take her back.

I explained. She insisted.

Until the day of the engagement, when she stormed into the venue…

Three days before my wedding, I found a spreadsheet on my fiancé’s laptop.
It was called Operation Prank Nora.
Five years of my life, itemized and checked off. The fake terminal diagnosis. The fellowship I gave away. The condo I signed over to my best friend.
And one new row, still blinking: Fake wedding.
My fiancé. My best friend. My stepbrother. The doctor who told me I was dying. They’d built a group chat around my tears and a running bet on when I’d figure it out.
They thought I’d cry. They thought I’d hand Ethan to Maddie with my blessing, like a good dying girl.
Instead, I made one phone call to my wedding planner.
On Saturday, two hundred guests are going to see a slideshow.
I won’t be there to watch.

I am Loraine Windrug, the most eligible bachelorette on this continent, every man competes for exclusive rights to me. My bank account is loaded, I even own more cars than I can drive, my multimillion-dollar mansion has every convenience imaginable.
Men long for me, either for their guaranteed business success after a date with me or as hunters because of my reputation as an elusive billionaire. Love is written all over me, everything I touch turns to gold. But I only date a handful of hotly singles with whom I share a secret friends-with-benefits relationship, satisfying my freaky side with wild, kinky sex. But I never trade my virginity.
And then comes that inescapable moment when I fall hard on that one man who is far beyond my reach. Dordrich Fellogan; is a billionaire media mogul, but sadly enough, married and with children.
Yet I pursue him, had him deep inside me, but couldn’t keep him. For his love is not mine. After a jealous ex-lover hints his wife, she catches us red-handed in the act, started an embarrassing scene which was uploaded on social media.
Then I flee from his life.
Five years later, when he is left a broken, bankrupt man, I return. I face him as a business partner. I own almost all the shares of his company. His wife abandoned him at the lowest point of his life, his future is now in my hands. I reinstate his media chain, drive him crazy with lust, but keep him out of my bed. When Elena wants him back, he’s to decide between Elena and me. But I am true love, desirable, unforgettable and more. The triumph card is with me…

This book has a dark tone, as it's a reverse harem novel featuring themes of betrayal, surprises, and rape scenes. If you are uncomfortable with these elements, I recommend not reading this book.

A young woman who is unaware of her own power unknowingly attracts the affection of five mobsters. It's not intentional on her part, as she doesn't realize the feelings are mutual, given her own attraction to them.

These five men are completely possessive and infatuated with her. She can't deny her feelings for them, even though she is just an ordinary maid.

However, to them, she is more than just a maid.

She is their woman, their princess.

“You can’t do this,” he said, voice cracking. “I have a scholarship. I have a team. If anyone finds out—”
“I’m not here to blow up your life,” I said, holding his stare so he understood I could if I wanted to. “I’m here because the guy on that couch wasn’t pretending. He was real for three minutes.” I didn’t blink. “I want that guy. And I’m not going anywhere until I get him.”

Ethan Drake is the golden boy of college hockey team—the disciplined captain, scholarship star, and future NHL prospect whose smile never slips. Behind the flawless image, though, Ethan is drowning in a secret that could cost him everything: he is gay. The only proof is a drunken kiss last summer with a boy whose face he can’t remember—until the new transfer rookie walks into the locker room with a small, unmistakable scar on his lower lip.

Ares Cole is everything Ethan trained himself to ignore: tattooed, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically out. He was outed in high school, lost his scholarship, and transferred twice before landing here. Now he’s sharing Ethan’s bedroom for the season, and he’s carrying a blurry phone video from that night—one that shows Ethan’s team bag in the background.

Ares has spent a year searching for the boy who kissed him like he meant it. He’s not leaving until Ethan admits the truth.

Trapped between the life he built and the one he wants, Ethan is forced to choose. When Ares announces he’ll quit the team unless Ethan stops hiding, everything explodes in a raw, public confrontation in front of the entire arena. Ethan’s secret spills out—not on his terms, but on the ice where it matters most.

Everyone used to say Ryan Scott loved me more than his own life.
I used to believe that too.
Then I found out I was pregnant with Ryan’s child—
and that’s when my adopted sister told me she was pregnant with his child as well.
So I chose revenge.
I emptied his accounts, staged the perfect accident, and planned my own “death.”
On the day I “died,” Ryan completely broke down, clutching my urn like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
While he sobbed his heart out in front of my photo, I was already holding another man’s hand—the man who never let go of me when I was at my lowest—
and walking toward the brand‑new life that truly belonged to me.

Three years ago, as Luna Gray, I secretly seduced Gabriel Ashford—heir to a powerhouse family—luring him into a scorching underground fling during our college days in Vale City. For three wild months, our passion burned hot and hidden, until I dumped him cold, leaving him reeling.

Now, I'm engaged to the Anderson family's polished gentleman—a strategic move that ignites Gabriel's explosive return from London. He's back in Vale City, transformed into a ruthless financial kingpin with the infamous "Big Cannon" nickname (earned from his handsome, towering build and the swirling rumors of his enormous dick—though only I know the truth: it's huge, and it wrecked me every time, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy I could barely endure).

Our secret past detonates, shocking Vale City's elite circles. Everyone braces for revenge from the ice-veined CEO, popcorn in hand. Instead, a viral video leaks: me straddling him in his top-tier ride on a foggy roadside, his dark eyes stormy as he grips my hips, slamming me against the steering wheel. We're grinding hard, my nails digging into his shoulders while he growls, "Feel how you own this cock, Luna? Beg for it." But in a heartbeat, he crumbles—eyes red, voice breaking: "Baby, I fucked up. Please, love me again?"

"Listen to me! As much as I don't want to touch you and vice-versa, I'm the only one who can help in ending your suffering RIGHT now!" he said as one of his hands slipped into my shirt, and I moaned as he cupped one of my breasts.

I had the most perfect life of a she-wolf. My dad, the Alpha of the Black Heart Pack doted on me so much despite me being wolfless. I was loved and respected in the pack under his protection.

But everything changed on my 18th birthday. I was accused of being a traitor and banished from the pack. Left with nothing, I was nearly raped and killed until the Alpha and Beta of the Crimson Blood Pack saved me.

There was always something about Beta Kyson that drew me to him. It turned out he was my mate!

Cover art by @rainygraphic

His lips grazed her neck, slow and hungry, trailing lower until his mouth closed around her breast like he’d done it a thousand times. His hands gripped her bare waist, firm and trembling, like he needed her just to breathe. She didn’t even know his name.

One night. One wrong door, and everything changed.

Amelia Raine never meant to sleep with a stranger, let alone one that is a billionaire. But when your sister’s life hangs by a thread, desperation doesn't leave room for dignity.

She thought it would end that night.
He didn’t even know remember her name. Until she realized she was pregnant for him.
While she’s a struggling reporter.
He’s a ruthless billionaire.
And she’s carrying his child.

Now, to save both their lives from media destruction, there's only one way out; a marriage neither of them wants.

What happens when the one night you swore to forget becomes the one thing you can’t escape?
And what if pretending to love each other… becomes the most dangerous truth of all?