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I spent six years working with the dead, earning money to save my son—enduring the stench and loneliness, clinging to hope.
I trusted my family, my husband, my parents, but they turned their backs on me.
They hated the smell of death on me, lied to me, and used my sacrifice for a fake sister.
All my efforts were for nothing; the hope I clung to was just a lie.
I walked away, broken and empty, while they panicked at my absence.
The pain is real, the betrayal is real—and there’s no going back.
But my family, my husband, my own son, even my parents, turned their backs on me.

Three years barren, and Jessamine walked on thin ice in the elite household. Her mother-in-law spat venomous curses daily, calling her a "worthless waste of space" and threatening to force her son into divorce.

She could still remember when Damien had severed all ties with his family to marry her—kneeling outside their door in the pouring rain, begging his parents to accept her: "Jessamine is my one true love! I can't survive without her!" Back then, she was the only woman who existed in his eyes.

But now, for the sake of family inheritance, he had the audacity to demand her consent for his childhood sweetheart Celeste to bear their child. Jessamine endured the soul-crushing agony of watching her husband entwined with another woman, night after torturous night.

Even more devastating—after Celeste delivered a daughter, Damien had the shameless nerve to declare: "The family still needs a male heir."

In that shattering moment, Jessamine finally saw the brutal truth.

In my past life, when I eagerly handed my ultrasound to my gentle doctor husband, I didn't get a warm embrace. I got a scalpel. Without anesthesia.

The man I loved dragged me into a pitch-black basement to butcher me alive. My once-doting mother called me a filthy whore, treating me like a sickening stain on the family. My fiercely protective brother pinned me to a metal workbench, offering me up as a living sacrifice.

I died in utter agony, left to rot and be eaten alive by rats in the dark. Up until my last breath, I couldn't understand:

Why did a single piece of paper—a sonogram of a perfectly healthy baby—instantly turn my entire family into bloodthirsty monsters?

At the Jones family’s political marriage gala, the New York mafia’s most public “celebration”, I, Isabella Rossi, who was a bargaining chip, had been Donovan Jones’s wife for five years.
He was the world’s top perfumer, the kind of man who could coax a scent from his fingertips that made people go mad-and yet, to him, I was a flower with no fragrance at all.
Five years of this marriage, and he had never touched me. The villa’s master bedroom was always his alone, while I was nothing but the “Mrs. Jones” in name-a decorative prop trapped in a luxury cage, so insignificant that even the servants dared to look down on me in secret.
When both sets of parents pressured us for a baby, he wrapped an arm around a famous model and sneered,
“A woman raised off a template like you is only good for taking care of a kid, not for sleeping with.”
He left me behind in the bridal suite-with his younger brother.
Then he took his new fling out street-racing.
That same night, a video of him and the model hooking up in a car shot straight to the top of the entertainment headlines.
And I became New York media’s favorite punchline: the “DISCARDED TROPHY WIFE.”
Just when everyone thought I’d spend the night alone, guarding an empty bed,
I crooked a finger at that eight-pack, absurdly good-looking brother-in-law of mine.
Donovan, you’re right-I am pretty suited to “taking care of a kid.”
Just not a baby. A 6'2", baby-faced college boy.

In a realm where werewolves, lycans, and vampires battle for dominance, the balance of power once rested in the hands of the pureblood werewolf royalty—being born of untamed strength, speed, and the magic of the old gods.

That balance shattered the day the vampires slaughtered the royal families, aided by a traitor and an innocent mistake—a young pureblood girl named Sky, cast out, sold like livestock, and forgotten by history.

But fate does not forget.

From being a pleasure slave to a ruthless noble, to being hunted by vampires and hidden by a lycan prince, Sky's journey is paved with betrayal, passion, and suffering. When she’s sold once again, this time to the cursed Alpha King, a tormented ruler bound by rage and ancient poison, she becomes his only hope for salvation

In a society where the strongest, bravest, and most brutal rose to power, everything came with a price. That price was loyalty, eternal service, obedience, and slavery to the one true master—the Overlord.

The Barons served him without question, ruling their towns in his name, clinging to privilege in exchange for survival. But Goshen was different. An independent cotton town, thriving and free, untouched by the Overlord’s shadow.

Until the Overlord demanded its fields.

When the Baron of Goshen refused, wrath descended. The Overlord slaughtered the people, burned the cotton to ash, and turned the land into a graveyard of smoke and silence, it became a Ghost Town.

By some cruel miracle, the Baron’s son, Widen Sawyer, survived. Stolen away by a ruthless Baroness who masked his bloodline and claimed him as her own, he grew in the midst of lies and ambition.

But Widen was not ordinary. He was one of the BLOODBORNS—rare beings blessed and cursed by ancient sorcerers with dangerous powers. Few walked the earth with such gifts, and fewer still survived long enough to master them.

Yet no mask can bury vengeance.

Widen lives for one purpose: to bring the Overlord to his knees and repay blood with blood.

Everyone at Crestwood High knows Jaxon Reed’s reputation.
Bad boy. Trouble. Walking red flag.

So when he asks Ellie Marrow out—quiet, rule-following, and painfully invisible—it’s obvious to everyone that it has to be a joke.

Except Ellie knows the truth.

Jaxon made a bet. A stupid, reckless one. And she’s the prize.

Instead of saying no, Ellie makes a choice no one expects: she agrees to fake date him—for her own reasons. With rules. Boundaries. And an expiration date. What starts as pretending quickly turns complicated as Ellie sees the side of Jaxon no one else does.

As rumors spread and lines blur, Ellie must decide who she wants to be when she stops playing it safe. And Jaxon has to face the truth about himself—and the damage a single lie can cause.

Because when pretending feels this real, someone is bound to get hurt.

On our third anniversary, I planned to announce my pregnancy, only to find my husband expecting a child with another woman
"It’s just for an heir," he pleaded, trying to trap me in our marriage.
Heartbroken, I hid my secret, served him divorce papers, and vanished.
When I returned to the spotlight, I wasn't alone. Beside me stood the city’s most mysterious and powerful tycoon.
My ex, crazed with jealousy, pinned me against the wall. "You are mine! Come home!"
But the tycoon pulled me into his arms, his gaze icy. "Back off. She belongs to me now."
In this three-way battle for my heart, who will be the ultimate winner?

Ryan Kade is the NHL’s ruthless captain, feared on the ice, untouchable off it. When a career-threatening injury forces him into rehab, he’s assigned Lena Morales, the team’s new physiotherapist: calm, brilliant, and completely immune to his charm.

Their attraction is instant and forbidden.

Every touch lingers too long, every session blurs the boundaries between professionalism and desire, and what begins as controlled tension erupts into a covert, addictive affair that has the potential to destroy them both.

As the playoffs approach, contracts are threatened, rumors begin to spread, and Lena may be held responsible for a man's success. When everything falls apart, Ryan must choose between pursuing the woman he loves and protecting his reputation.

A passionate hockey romance that is full of strength, temptation, and a love that won't go away.

“I hate Samuel Brown! I refuse to be his surrogate!”
I shouted at my adoptive mother, my voice filled with fury. As an orphan, I endured abuse from my adoptive parents and was constantly mocked by the pack.
At nineteen, I became an omega without a wolf, forced into the role of a surrogate for a cruel Alpha who bullies me. I often dream of escaping this tragic fate, but as a wolf-less omega, survival outside the pack seems impossible.
One day, a prank leads me to accidentally crash a banquet. There, I encounter the powerful and ruthless Alpha King and discover that I am his destined mate, the future Luna!
When the Alpha King asks if I want to leave with him, I eagerly agree, seizing the opportunity to escape my adoptive parents. But the Alpha King already has a close companion—will she accept my presence? How will I navigate the challenges that lie ahead?
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Nicole Salvatore is a news reporter and the little sister to José Salvatore, a police detective.

Contrary to her knowledge, her brother is a mafioso. In his bid to get her brother, Roman finally sets eyes on Nicole Salvatore and is obsessed. He swears she will be his.

...He kidnaps her.


"Hmm." I slide my hand down her shirt and see that her tips are erect. She gasps as my hand makes contact with her body. The glare she sends my way gives no clues but I know better. Once I reach the hem of her shirt, I slide my hand inside her shirt and up. I hear her let out a deep breath.

"You could have hurt yourself," I tell her, producing the small fruit knife tied to her upper thigh by her lacy underwear.

Her eyes widen when I flip the knife in the air between us and catch it.

"You wanted to kill me?" I ask her. "With a bread knife?"

"Thank you for saving me again,i whispered, ‘’but please can I see your face? Just this once,I want to know who's been protecting me."
The grip loosened slowly and the person removed the mask.
It was Minho….

She was locked up, tortured, and used as a breeding slave—until she escaped into a stranger’s bed.
One anonymous night left her pregnant with twins.
But the stranger is Lyall, the fearsome Lycan King.

When he discovers his heirs, he takes no chances, makes no deals—he claims her.
Selene flees to a hidden village, but no one escapes an obsessed king.

At his castle, jealous rivals, traitors, and old enemies target her and her powerful twins, who hold the key to a throne and a coming war.
The broken, tortured girl is gone. Something dark, ancient, and dangerous awakens inside her.
Lyall is not her savior—he is her obsessive, possessive, violent captor, willing to kill anyone who touches what’s his.

A one-night mistake becomes his all-consuming obsession.
And soon? She will be his Queen.

"Leonardo, what you're doing in this room with my husband and me on our wedding night?"
"Have you ever been with two men, Isabella?"
My head snapped to Leonardo so fast I heard a crack. "What?"
He sat there, looking calm and composed. "Where I come from, it's pretty normal. We share our women all the time."
After my husband cheated on me with his first love, my father forced me into a new marriage. My new husband turned out to be the man I had a one-night stand with the night my world came crashing down. But Alexander was different from the man I met that night. He was grumpy, didn't smile, and I think he hates me.
Then I met his father.
Leonardo Hayes with soft eyes, a seductive smile, and he was far too interested in me.
That night, everything changed.
They said I belong to them.
They say I was chosen for a reason.
The fine line between right and wrong was crossed multiple times. It was overlooked at first, but then everything started going wrong.
Tension starts to rise, and the truth begins to unfold. What do you think I should do when I found out that both men weren't humans? That they were something that should only exist in fairytales. And what do you think I should do when my ex-husband comes back on his knees, pleading that he wants me back?

"In the dawn of the darkest hour, a man will come in search of you. I would suggest you escape but your destiny wouldn't. For the truth that you search for and the werewolf in you, will want to fight him. That is when you'll meet yourself."
Eve Mitchel, a lonesome werewolf lives in the world disguised as a human in England. Under brewing circumstances, she is kidnapped by the Alpha King of the Moon-Wolfland as his assistant. Her journey sets out as an assistant turns slave serving an intimidating king that she can't help but resist.
Will a naive outcast find her path through heart-shattering truths and make it till the end?

"Stop this wedding! You're really going to stand here and marry her after what we've been doing behind her back?" Vanessa, Jason's co-worker, pushed forward from the crowd, her voice slicing through the stunned silence of the garden ceremony.
"I can't do this," Jason announced loudly, his words carrying across the stunned guests. "I won't marry you."
"I'll marry her."
Kimani thought she was finally stepping into her happily ever after after years of love and sacrifice. She believed she was marrying the man she had trusted with her whole heart. But at the altar, everything shatters when proof of his betrayal is exposed in front of everyone.
Instead of remorse, Jason humiliates her, turning love into blame and publicly abandoning her without hesitation. In a single moment, the wedding becomes a stage of disgrace, and Kimani is left standing alone under a storm of whispers, pity, and judgment.
Just when she is completely broken, a man steps forward from the crowd.
Alaric Walker. Billionaire. The untouchable head of the Walker empire.
A man who never involves himself in public scandals.
Yet in front of everyone, he claims her.
He declares he will marry her, turning shock into silence and rewriting her fate in a single breath.
What begins as a scandalous rescue shakes the entire city. A marriage born from betrayal becomes the subject of shock and speculation, with everyone certain it will collapse.
But Alaric does not treat her like a mistake. He protects her, stands by her, and slowly reveals a side of himself no one has ever seen.
And Kimani begins to realize this unexpected marriage may not be her downfall.
It may be the beginning of something far more dangerous than love.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered to the empty room, clutching the positive test while my husband zipped up his brother's widow's dress in the next room.

It was our one-year anniversary. I had spent weeks stitching a shirt for Alaric, hoping he’d remember me. Instead, I found him with Tazira. He didn't just ignore me; he looked at me with cold disgust, as if I were the dirt beneath his boots.

"I want her," he had claimed a year ago. Now, he only wanted to hurt me. He forced himself on me, using my body like a vessel for his rage, then left me bleeding on the couch to comfort her.

When the fire started—lit by Tazira’s own hand—I was tied up, suffocating in smoke. I screamed for him. I begged him to save our unborn pup. He burst through the door, looked me dead in the eyes... and turned away. He scooped Tazira up and carried her to safety, leaving me to burn.

That was the moment I died. Not physically, but my heart turned to ash. Through the roaring flames, I forced the bond to snap. "I, Elowen, reject you, Alaric Veylor."

He thinks I’m dead. He thinks he’s free to marry her. But I survived. And when I return, carrying the blood of a Queen he never knew existed, he will kneel in the ashes of his regret.

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

The day he first saw her, one thought consumed him, "I want to fuck her."

Their first meeting, which seemed like an unexpected encounter, turned her life upside down.

Rainee humiliated him in front of everyone just because Alex bullied her beloved brother.

Alex Fraser swore to own her all for himself, to make her beg on her knees until he was satisfied.

But their obsession led them to get deceived by their own desire.

"You think five years of running could free you from me completely?"

The man's icy gray eyes locked onto mine as his fingers brushed the faded bite mark on my neck.

His mark.

The nightmare I had spent five years trying to forget.

Five years ago, I fled the Black Moon Pack with nothing but scars and secrets, disappearing from Alpha Bruce's world.

Now, five years later, I have returned to Silver Crown City as a photographer. I thought I could finish one project and leave unnoticed.

I was wrong.

Bruce was still powerful, dangerous, and every bit the Alpha who stood above everyone else.

Worse, I soon realized our reunion was no accident.

The high-paying assignment. The unexpected invitation. The carefully arranged seat at the gala...

One wild night with a stranger. It was number one on Krystal Miranda's list to get laid before settling down in Clayland. Then, she thought she had left her one-night stand behind in the past but fate had other plans. As she struggled to settle down in Clayland, she unexpectedly comes face to face with the man she had a one-night stand with. Torn between avoiding him and confronting him, she discovered that he didn’t remember her or anything about that night. Will their unexpected reunion lead to a second chance at love? Or will she suffer a terrible heartbreak?

"The body was lying near the water fall on sharp stones. It was bloody, revealing traces of broken flesh under the clothes and it was a miracle that she was still alive after enduring everything.

She, the eldest princess of human world was married to the youngest Lycan prince so that the humans and Lycans/werewolves could live in peace but now she was dying alone unable to move her one finger.

But the physical pain was much less than the pain in her heart. She trusted him when he said he was going to protect her then why he let others to harm her.

Just so he could go back to his mate?

She tried to open her eyes but her eyes filled with blood. She was helplessly lying in her own pool of blood.

Suddenly, behind the red curtain she saw a shadow coming down the stones.

She coughed a mouthful of blood as someone approached her and glanced at her. He raised his sword while she tiredly closed her eyes ready to get free of all the pain she was experiencing but deep down she wanted him to come and save her.

Deep inside, she wished it was not her husband that tried to kill her.

But she knew the truth.

She was just an unwanted bride of the lycan prince."

Betrayed by those she trusted the most, Amelia’s life shatters when her betrothed publicly humiliates and rejects her and chooses her stepsister instead. 
 
But fate had it worse for Amelia when a secret that led to her mother's mysterious death and the massacre of an entire pack of hybrids must stay hidden. 
 
Left for dead after a brutal attack, Amelia is saved by the powerful Alpha Kaiden of the Silvermoon pack. As she recovers, she discovers she's inherited her mother's extraordinary powers—abilities that make her both feared and desired in the werewolf world.
 
When a deadly illness strikes the very Alpha that had destroyed her life, Amelia finds herself back in her pack. Out for revenge and to uncover the truth, Amelia must decide to save the Alpha. 
 
With Alpha Kaiden by her side and her enemies lurking in every shadow, Amelia uncovers the web of lies that threatens to destroy everything she holds dear.
 
When love, trust, and family bonds are broken, can Amelia be able to stand the challenges that fate throws her way? 
 
Find out in the gripping twist ahead!!

In the rain-slicked underworld of the North End, some secrets are meant to stay buried. Others are meant to be hunted.
Sloane Vance is the 4th Precinct’s best detective—sharp, cynical, and dangerously observant. When a routine stakeout at a coastal warehouse turns into a bloodbath, she finds herself staring into the eyes of a monster. But the man standing amidst the carnage isn't a common criminal. He is Fenris Volkov, the "Enforcer" of the city’s most brutal Syndicate, and a creature out of a dark, predatory myth.
Fenris’s orders were simple: Leave no witnesses. But the moment he catches Sloane’s scent, his inner wolf snaps its leash. For the first time in a century, the legendary Scent Lock is triggered. Instead of ending her life, Fenris abducts her, dragging her into a world of silver-laced glass, primal politics, and ancient blood-feuds.
Trapped in Fenris’s high-tech penthouse, Sloane becomes a "confiscation" of the Volkov line. As a detective, she tries to profile her captor. As a woman, she finds her body betraying her to the "current"—a magnetic, biological pull that demands she submit to the man who holds her key.
But Sloane is no ordinary human. She carries the dormant "Null" gene—a genetic anomaly that makes her the ultimate stabilizer for a Lycan on the edge of madness. As the city descends into a "Red Market" war and Fenris’s father, the Alpha Primus, demands her execution, Sloane must choose her side.
From the claustrophobia of a penthouse to the ritualistic fires of a Lycan coup, Sloane and Fenris forge a bond of blood and ash. To survive the Syndicate, the detective must become an accomplice, and the enforcer must become a king.
One scent to bind them. One crown to break them. One empire to burn it all down.

I thought I was broken.
Twenty-three years old, and my wolf had never surfaced. An outcast. A mistake.
But the night of the festival changed everything. My first heat hit me like fire, and three of the most dangerous Alphas in the realm rose to claim me.
Kia, the warlord feared for his blood-soaked battles.
AshBane, the cursed Alpha who collects souls like trophies.
And Lucivar, the Devil Alpha, banished for loving me in another life.
They say I’m fated. Desired. Owned.
But all I feel is the weight of chains tightening around my throat.
Because I’m not just their mate.
I’m the key to a curse that could burn the world.
And if I choose wrong… everyone dies.

Selena Vale doesn't have a wolf, status, or any business inside Blackthorn Academy.
She's a human orphan from a poor village. Or that's what she's always been told. Then her name burns into the Selection Hall with silver fire, and the most feared werewolf academy in the kingdom comes to claim her anyway.
Four powerful heirs want her gone.
Kael Draven is the ruthless future Alpha King. He calls her a distraction. Then an ancient soul bond snaps into place, and his obsession turns deadly.
Ryker Ashwood is Kael's rebellious cousin. He fights for her openly. He doesn't want to control Selena. He wants her to choose him.
Lucien Nightfang is the cursed shadow wolf. He understands what it means to be feared, and his bond with her runs the deepest. That makes him the most dangerous.
Elias Thorn is Blackthorn's golden prince. Perfect smile, perfect lies. He believes Selena could shift the balance of power forever.
Selena is soul bound to all four at the same time.
The academy fractures. Rivalries turn violent. Some students worship her. Others want her dead. The heirs grow more possessive every day.
Then she learns the truth. Blackthorn was built over an ancient prison holding a dark being called the Hollow King. The school has been secretly selecting students for a prophecy: Protectors. Betrayers. Rulers. Sacrifices.
Selena is the last Moonborn Luna, a bloodline everyone thought extinct. Her power could unite the werewolf clans or destroy them. The royal council murdered her parents to erase her kind.
Now she must survive the academy, handle four possessive Alpha heirs, and stop the Hollow King from rising.
The betrayal comes from someone she trusted.
The bond between all of them might be the only thing that saves them.

Blurb:

Rejected by her mate, sold as a slave by her family, Lilith is bittered by the amount of betrayal she suffered in the hands of those that she calls family.

Hurt by rejection, she gets herself drunk and has a one night stand with a total stranger and then sees him as the Alpha of Blood moon pack.. The same pack she's meant to become a slave at.

Meeting the Alpha of Blood moon pack and recognizing him as the stranger from that night, she did everything to avoid him.

But, the more Lilith tries to get away from Alpha Damian, the more she finds herself getting closer to him.

The more the Alpha King desires her.

Forsaken. Beastless. Cursed. When Aeloria Tideborn was placed into the sacred waters of the Beast Temple as a newborn, no creature answered her call. In a world where every child bonds with a beast protector, she grew up mocked as hollow....bullied at school, rejected by her parents, and forced to scrape by with nothing but her stubborn spark.

Until the sea claimed her.

On her sixteenth birthday, she found him: Kaelthys, a crying cub hidden in a seaside cave. Not just any beast, but a Leviathan, the ancient god-beast of the ocean, whispered about only in myth. From that moment on, she was no longer hollow. She was chosen.

Now eighteen, Aeloria is summoned to Beast Bond Academy, where the strongest bonded fae compete for rank, power, and survival. Trials are brutal. Ranks are everything. And her Leviathan bond makes her the academy's biggest mystery, and biggest threat.

But The Primal Accord hides a dangerous secret: they plan to enslave the sea and destroy the Leviathan's kin. Aeloria must decide whether to protect the very people who cast her aside... or rise as the heir of the ocean and lead the sea to war.

And then there are the four beast-bonded males drawn to her by fate, enemies, rivals, protectors, lovers. The bonds she swore she'd never need might be the only thing strong enough to save her world.

Dark Academia ✅
Rejected heroine ✅
Magical academy ✅
Deadly trials ✅
Reverse harem / multiple mates ✅
Enemies-to-lovers tension ✅
Mythical beast bond ✅
Sea creatures/Merpeople ✅

On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband—
She was pregnant.

But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow—he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.

Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone—

The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her—did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?

After escaping a brutal forced mating ritual in the mountains, I arrive in Manhattan alone, broken, and desperate—with nothing but the clothes on my back and a painful mark that allows my ruthless former Alpha to track me anywhere.

Everything changes when I'm rescued by mysterious Rhydian Vaughn during a deadly encounter with human predators.

But my savior makes me an unexpected offer: become his temporary mate and help him escape a centuries-old arrangement with a powerful Luna bloodline his family expects him to claim.

What I don't know is that Rhydian Vaughn is far more than he appears.

He is the hidden Alpha King.

The most powerful wolf in existence.

Yet instead of seeing me as a weak, wolfless outcast, he treats me like something precious. He looks at my silver hair—the curse that made my old pack despise me—as if it's the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

But why would a man who has everything choose a broken girl like me? Someone born without a wolf, who spent her entire life being told she was worthless?

I've never believed in the Moon Goddess or fated mates—not after everything I've suffered.

But what if the Alpha King's mysterious devotion means I'm actually his destined mate?

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."

Warning: Smut! Smut!! Smut!!! Rated 18. Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas contains possessive alpha behavior, forced proximity, age-gap romance, plus-size heroine, daddy-dom dynamics, jealousy, obsessive protectiveness, power imbalance, and holiday-season intimacy. Not suitable for readers under 18.
Dumped a week before Christmas, Annabelle "Belle" Evans forfeits her plan to spend Christmas with her narcissistic boyfriend in New York, and agrees to travel back home to Big Bear Lake with her perfect model sister and her nerdy brother-in-law. But a funny Christmas wish has other plans for her. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Belle wanders off for help and finds herself cornered by a wolf in the snowy woods. Just when she thinks she's about to be torn to pieces, a massive stranger appears—tall, broad, and sinfully hot, his eyes glowing amber in the moonlight.
He saves her life—and claims her as his.
"You'll be safer here," Jaxon murmurs, his gaze cold yet magnetic. "The full moon rules these woods. You'll be free once it's over."
"When will that be?" Belle asks, heart racing.
"After Christmas," he replies, leaving her unable to look away.
In his secluded cabin, every glance, every touch ignites a fire she hadn't expected. He's possessive. Obsessed. Dangerous. He's everything she wished for when she jokingly wrote to Santa for a "hot werewolf boyfriend." And the way he looks at her curves, the way his presence overwhelms her, makes her question what's real and what's forbidden. Now she's trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his touch, his heat, his growl, and the wild, wicked love burning between them might just make this her best Christmas ever.

"Undo your trick," he then said, and now he was dead serious.

"What trick?" I asked him, and he got up.

He then picked up a knife. Did he save me just so he could kill me?

Wasn't leaving me for dead enough for him?

He left me to die in that forest after I freed him, and now this.

He then slowly cut his hand, and suddenly, I screamed in pain and looked at him.

Right where he cut his hand, on his left hand, I also had the same wound.

What the hell?

How is it that he cut himself, and yet I also have the same wound?

"This trick, you bonded us together, you stupid witch," he said, his face red with rage.

"No, I didn't, that doesn't make sense" I said, and his eyes started changing colour.

"Fix this now, or I will kill your entire coven. I didn't spend centuries looking for a way to be immortal just so a stupid witch could get me killed," he said, and I froze.

If we are bonded together, then since I am mortal, he is technically mortal as well.

If I die, then he dies as well; how did this even happen?

I didn't do anything; what the hell?

I was seventeen when Kaelen Thorne promised we'd run away together. I was eighteen when my father sold me to a billionaire instead.

For twelve years, I've been Alexander Vance's perfect trophy wife: silent, obedient, and slowly suffocating behind designer clothes and empty smiles. He doesn't know the truth about what I am, about the forbidden bloodline I've kept dormant with suppressants and fear.

But now I'm pregnant, and I know exactly what my husband will do when he finds out. This child won't be treated as a son or daughter. It will be treated as property. As a weapon. As his.

So I ran.

I make it three miles into the wilderness before the assassin finds me.

When he steps out of the shadows, I see golden eyes I thought I'd never see again. Kaelen didn't come back to save me. He came to kill me. He's a Silver Enforcer now, the Council's executioner, and my bloodline is his next assignment.

But instead of ending my life, he offers something more dangerous: a contract.

"Pretend to be my mate for three months. The Council can't touch you if you're bonded to an Enforcer. When it's over, you disappear. You get your freedom."

I should say no and hate him for abandoning me. But with my husband's men closing in and nowhere else to turn, I sign my name next to his.

The contract says our bond is fake but my racing heart says otherwise.

But in a world where my blood makes me a target and my child makes me a prize, trust is the most dangerous gamble of all. And the man I'm betting everything on is the same one who destroyed me twelve years ago.

"I want to go back to London."
"No," he says simply, his voice low and commanding. "You're not going anywhere."
"Why not?"
"Because, unlike that worthless nephew of mine, I actually care about you."
Lyla Rose thought she had it all—love, power, a secure future. But a single medical report changes everything: she's infertile, and her ruthless husband, Vincent Ricci, discards her without hesitation.
He replaces her with another woman and locks Lyla away, believing he's done with her. But Carter Ricci, Vincent's cold and calculating uncle, rescues her. He offers protection, passion, and promises he's nothing like the man who destroyed her.
Yet Carter's care is suffocating. Locked doors, watching eyes, and a hunger that feels more like possession than love. When the truth about her infertility surfaces, Lyla realizes she may have traded one prison for another.
Caught between the husband who shattered her and the man who claimed her, Lyla must decide: can she ever be free when love itself has become a cage?

Inks Game

Life was good, the club was at peace. I rode, I partied and I inked my art onto peoples skin.
But God it was boring.
Right up until Molly moved in next door. Sweet, beautiful and clearly hiding something, she came in like a wrecking ball and took us all by surprise.
We all wanted the single mum. We all made the bet.
But the more I learnt about her, the more I realised that this was a game I couldn’t afford to lose.
Friendships and loyalties might be tested, but I was playing for keeps.

Phantoms and Lies

I know what everyone says about me.
I’m broody but more than anything I know how to keep myself hidden.
Which makes me the perfect person to go and investigate the disappearance of one of my club brothers, sisters. I was to watch out for her sister and keep her safe until the other one could be found, that’s all.
No touching.
And definitely no falling in love.
But the more I watched Rancher's little sister, the harder that became because I was pretty sure Clara has a secret and it was going to blow everything apart.

(Dive back into the world of the Lost Reapers, catch up with old friends and fall in love all over again in this new exciting installment)

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When a disgraced socialite is forced to stand in for her runaway twin sister at the altar, she finds herself bound to the "Executioner of Wall Street"—a man who knows she’s an impostor but intends to own her anyway.

Sandra Vance was always the "backup" daughter, living in the shadow of her perfect twin, Elena. But when Elena vanishes on her wedding day to the ruthless billionaire Alexander Draken, Sandra is forced behind the veil to save her family from financial ruin. She expected a cold contract; she didn't expect a husband who sees right through her disguise and finds the "wrong" sister far more intoxicating than the right one. In a world of predatory mergers and high-stakes scandals, Sandra must play the part of a billionaire’s wife while hiding a secret that could destroy them both.

Audrina, a powerless omega, becomes entangled in a web of deception created by her own flesh and blood. Her crafty stepsister sends her into the arms of MistyMoon Pack's Alpha, James, where she meets a guy whose icy demeanor conceals his powerful and fair character. With chiseled features and a stare that could melt steel, James is both hot and gorgeous.Their one-night affair suddenly blossoms into a lifetime commitment with the news of a kid on the way, leaving them divided between desire and danger.But behind the surface of their undeniable mate bond, there lies a hidden identity and buried truths that could ruin the spark that was just beginning to ignite.

Luca Moretti, the ruthless boss of the Moretti crime family, has always been at war with Viktor Sokolov, the cunning leader of the rival Sokolov syndicate. Their hatred for each other is legendary, their battles bloody and unrelenting. But when Luca is betrayed by his own men and delivered to Viktor, bound and helpless, he expects nothing but death.

Instead, Viktor makes a shocking demand: he wants Luca—not dead, but his.

As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Luca finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of power, loyalty, and desire. With betrayal on all sides and a fragile trust forming between them, Luca and Viktor must navigate a world where love is the deadliest weapon of all.

Accepting her fate as a slave, Danica Grimsley, the low born Omega never thought that she had to share her love not with her mate Konrad Winston only but with his enemy as well, Cassius Winston, the king of Lycans. When secrets threatened to spoil her life, Danica needed to choose between revenge and fate. Worst of all, both Alphas wanted not just her body but her soul.

My name is Arthur, Atlantic City’s number one pauper and absolute peerless coward.
On the outside, I roar with sheer arrogance: "The debt collector has returned from Hell!"
On the inside, I’m sobbing hysterically: "Mommy, save me! I really don‘t want to act tough!"
My name is Arthur, a complete coward whose hands shake even when trying to kill a chicken.
That was, until I was bound to a completely unhinged [Absolute Bully System].
[Ding! Novice Bully Quest: Crash the Mafia banquet and splash red wine on the face of the corporate heiress!]
[Ding! Advanced Quest: Steal the Underground Godfather's wife!]
[Ding! Ultimate Quest: Walk right up to the Underground Godfather and slap him mercilessly across the face!]
"Screw you! I don't even have the guts to kill a chicken, and you want me to beat up the Emperor of the Underworld? No way! I'd rather starve to death than dig my own grave!"
[Ding! Host's refusal detected. Punishment impending: Serial sphincter rupture resulting in explosive public diarrhea, accompanied by penile retraction into the abdomen, and the reverse fracturing of all 206 bones. It will take seven days and seven nights for you to finally die! Countdown: 3 seconds.]
"... System Daddy, I was wrong."
To avoid dying of explosive diarrhea, I had no choice but to let the System control my body, kick the doors open, heft a Gatling gun, and laugh maniacally: "So you're supposed to be the Underground Emperor?!"
But deep down in my heart, I was wailing uncontrollably: "Mommy, save me! I really don't want to act tough anymore!"

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

No one believed I was the real Sophia.

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

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

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

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

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

"I look better in the wedding dress. Your ugly fiancée can't compare to me, right?" "Of course, you do. You look way better."
Standing right outside the bridal fitting room, I watched my fiancé, Alexander Blackwell, hold his mistress in his arms.
The very wedding dress the woman wore was the custom-made designer gown meant for my own wedding next month.
For seven long years, I gave up my youth and poured everything into Alexander, turning him from a nobody into a tech billionaire.
He always thought I was just a helpless orphan who had nowhere else to go, blindly confident that I would never dare to leave him.
He had no idea that I was actually one of the heirs to the top-tier Sterling family in London.
When he finally realized what he had lost and desperately tried to beg for my return, I didn't look back.
Because I ran into Theodore Morrow—the city's most powerful, ruthless billionaire CEO, and the childhood fiancé whose heart I had broken when I called off our engagement years ago.

After the apocalypse, I built Dawnlight Base.

On an outside run, I died in an ambush—blast, fire, bullets. I watched my blood sink into the sand and thought it was over.

Then I opened my eyes five years later, living in a stranger’s body.

On a transport truck, I was locked in an iron cage with guns trained on us. The others told me who I was now: a bottom-tier gate guard, “cargo” being sold by Dawnlight to a mining camp.

They said after my death, my girlfriend took the command room, promoted her own people, broke up my old crew and stripped their weapons. Mismanagement followed. Mining rights were pawned off. Then they started selling the living.

I escaped and slipped back under the wall.

The quarantine corridor at the North Gate had collapsed and no one repaired it. A long line waited at the ration point, bowls filled with water-thin gruel.

And my girlfriend was signing papers—inviting an outside warlord into the city to “share governance.”

A week later, his convoy rolled through the gate. From the command building’s second-floor window, I flipped the signal switch.

The gate dropped behind them.

When gunfire erupted from every direction, they finally understood—

I was back.

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

For the top university in the North American wolf packs, transfer students aren't exactly breaking news. But this one sets the entire forum on fire.

It starts with a photo. A girl standing next to a tall, imposing man. Both faces are deliberately blurred, but that build, that presence... every wolf in North America recognizes it. The Alpha King. The caption reads: "Dad why'd you send me this 😭 I'm not ready to go public yet."

Minutes later, the post vanishes. But screenshots flood the forum.

"Moon Goddess above! Is that really the Alpha King?"

"The girl in the photo... could she be the royal princess no one's ever seen?"

The comments explode. Compliments flood in. Even my aloof boyfriend joins in.

Something feels off. I type out a comment: "The Alpha King keeps a low profile. His daughter should do the same. Posting photos like this... doesn't seem right."

Less than a minute later, the replies come.

"Who do you think you are to question her?"

"Can't stand seeing someone else do well, huh?"

My boyfriend chimes in too: "Quit it. You're embarrassing yourself."

I pick up my phone and dial a number. "Dad, since when do you have another daughter?"

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

LISA
I was supposed to hate Tobias Thomas. Everyone else did.
The arrogant quarterback with the perfect smile, the cruel mouth, and a talent for ruining lives—especially mine.
So I made a plan. My bully would fall in love with me.
He would finally understand what it felt like to be the one left bleeding.
I just never imagined I’d be the one who needed redemption too.
Somewhere along the way, I forgot revenge had an expiration date.
I fell for him too.
And for eight months, I loved the boy who wasn’t supposed to have a heart.
Until one accident erased me from his life.
Now he looks at me like we’ve never met.
Like he’s never kissed me.
Like he never begged me to stay.
Everyone says this is my chance to move on.
Maybe they’re right.
Because making Tobias Thomas fall in love with me once nearly broke me.
Making him do it again?
That might destroy me.
Especially if he ever remembers why I wanted revenge in the first place.

TOBIAS
Everyone keeps telling me I’ve forgotten pieces of my life.They’re right.
Because every time I look at Lisa…
It feels like my heart knows something my mind doesn’t.
She avoids me.
Lies to me.
Looks at me like I’m holding the weapon that ruined her life.
Yet I can’t stop chasing someone I don’t even remember.
Not when I keep dreaming about a girl whose face I can’t quite see.
Not when my hands know exactly how she fits against me…
Even if my mind insists we’ve never touched.
Something happened before my accident.
Something everyone is hiding.
And if I have to tear my own life apart to remember it…
Then that’s exactly what I’ll do.

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