3591 Book(s) Related to my luna

Emily Hollen and Sebastian were high school sweethearts but a lie created by a vicious ex-girlfriend drove a wedge between the couple causing an end to their relationship.
It's now years later and they're adults. Emily is a hotelier with a passion for traveling and establishing hotels around the world. Her next destination took her to a country she wasn't familiar with and it was governed by a monarchy. What a surprise it was for Emily when she learnt the soon-to-be-king was Sebastian and he was looking for a bride to rule at his side.

Larry and Angel had been secretly married for six months—bound by a contract neither of them had ever expected to become real. To the public, they were nothing more than close friends. No one knew they were husband and wife.

Their marriage had never been built on love. Larry agreed to the arrangement because the contract benefited Angel, promising to protect her from her ruthless stepfather. But without love, their relationship slowly deteriorated. Day by day, the distance between them grew until their marriage became little more than a ticking time bomb. Then Angel made a terrible mistake.

She cheated on Larry unintentionally. She had too much to lose. Her protection, her freedom, and the carefully constructed life she'd fought so hard to preserve were all at risk.

Desperate, she swallowed her pride and begged Larry.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I'll do anything. Just name it.”

Larry stared at her for a long moment.

Then he said the one thing she never expected.

“I want him too, I want Matteo.”

Angel was visibly shocked, but Larry's expression remained unreadable.

“Marry him for me.”

He’s ruthless, calculating, and driven by vengeance. She’s warmth, light, and everything he never dared to want.

For years, his only focus has been revenge—love was never in the equation. But when he's tasked with protecting his best friend’s little sister, the walls he’s built begin to crumble.

She finds good in everyone, even the man who warns her to stay away. He’s cold, possessive, and dangerously addictive. Yet, despite every warning, she falls for the one person who could break her beyond repair.

Because when love and obsession collide, the fallout is anything but predictable.

Before Lauren Jones's hand touched the bedroom door, she had heard the sound of people having sex in the room. A woman's deep moan was mixed with a man's low gasps that she couldn't be more familiar with.

Lauren frowned, held back her hand, and kicked the door open.

The two entangled bodies in the room made her feel nauseous, so she turned her head in disgust, covering her mouth and nose.

The lean and handsome man on the bed stopped, glanced coldly at the uninvited guest at the door, and slapped the woman under him on the plump buttocks, "Get out."

"If you ask me, I can shorten your imprisonment period. But you have to ask nicely," Sebastian Crowley said with a sly grin.
"Mr. Crowley, you should be more careful when having one-night stands with women," Vivienne Scully retorted coolly. She had promised herself that the night with Sebastian was purely for revenge. Why was he still pestering her? Did he think he had fallen in love with her?

Larisa Starr, a kind , strong and best female warrior though can have a nasty temper most times was tagged as a murderer from the incident that killed her sister which made her father loathe her so much, no one could prove her innocence except the strange man that saved her from falling down the cliff. Her father threw her to her sister’s mate to get even with him and also help in straightening his pack which she objected to but as always, she has no say in whatever happens in her life ever since Hazel died. With a heavy heart, she went to the bar to knock herself off. She came across her strange savior again, emotions that had bottled up inside both of them spilled to the surface while they had one passionate night that feels like forever… covered in shame on how she threw herself on the man without knowing who he is...to add to her problem, she realized that she was pregnant for the stranger. Can her life ever get better?

Aria is desperate. Her best friend, Lena, needs surgery.

A mysterious offer appears: a contract to spend 30 nights with a rich man who needs a virgin.

The payment equals the surgery cost.

Aria signs, thinking it’s a shameful but harmless deal.

She’s taken to Kael Donovan’s estate, massive, intimidating, surrounded by forest.

Kael is distant, treating her like an object.

He believes she’s just another human pure but replaceable.

Their first night is awkward, tense, electric. She senses something feral in him.

Development
Kael’s wolf, Rhett, reacts violently the moment he touches her growling “Mate.”

Kael refuses to believe it. The curse shouldn’t allow him a mate.

He decides to keep her anyway for the sake of breaking the curse.

Aria feels strange sensations hearing whispers, her senses sharpening but thinks it’s fear.

Kael starts acting possessive, jealous when she smiles at his guards.

He hates how much he wants her. She hates how much she needs him.

Their nights turn passionate and raw, but he still keeps his heart locked.

Aria’s emotions deepen. She starts to see the man behind the Alpha.

Rising Tension
Aria learns bits about the curse Kael’s pack is dying out, and his inability to bond might destroy them.

Selene Voss, Kael’s chosen fiancée by alliance, visits the mansion.

She instantly despises Aria, sensing the mate bond before Kael admits it.

Selene begins plotting.

I was born into blood. Into power. Into a family that calls me the curse.
My fate? To marry the son of our enemy.
My rebellion? To lie—and claim I was in love with Kian O’Sullivan.
Now the lie is my prison.
Kian isn’t my savior. He’s a wolf dressed in silk, a monster with grey eyes who would rather break me than hold me.
But when the bullets start flying and our enemies circle closer… he’s the only one standing between me and death.
And maybe the only man dangerous enough to make me beg for it.
NOTE: This is a DARK ROMANCE story. It includes disturbing content like: Extreme violence, torture, degradation, BDSM, drugging, Somnophila, self harm. Sexual assault and group sex(not including the main leads). Both main leads are red flags!

I knew three things about him:
He wore a mask.
He never spoke in public.
And he never, ever lost a match.

They call him The Phantom, the undefeated underground wrestling god, No one knows a thing about him except he was a son of a legendary wrestler, I was supposed to stay far away, he ruined my life without him knowing.
I stayed far from him
Until I was forced to be his PR crisis Manager, a man I very well hated, for destroying my family, but that was not enough when i was forced to marry him.
the very same monster, i have been running away from.
But the marriage come with unexpected surprises, things aren’t what they seemed
My husband wants me but he plays dirty. And the deeper I fall into his brutal grip, the more I crave the pain, the power, and the man underneath the mask.
He says I’m his weakness.
But I just might be his downfall.
And in a world where losing isn't an option, loving him could ruin us both

I lost my fertility saving my husband’s life. His reward was a mistress who got pregnant.

Three years ago, I took a poisoning blade meant for my husband Marcus, saving his life and destroying my fertility. The poisoning left me ""damaged goods""—his mistress's favorite term for me. While I struggled with grief over the children we'd never have, Marcus found someone who could give him everything I supposedly couldn't.

When I think back to overhearing his judgment of me, I still can’t stop myself from trembling: “That infertile piece of sh*t.”

My so-called perfect husband.

The betrayal was devastating enough. But Vera, his pregnant twenty-six-year-old trainer, had a talent for twisting the knife.

Look what your husband helped me pick out yesterday, she'd text, sending photos of baby clothes and ultrasounds. He's so excited about becoming a father. His first REAL child.

Sweet dreams, Mrs. Gray. While you're alone in bed, I'll be showing your husband what he's been missing.

Each message was a calculated attack designed to break what remained of my spirit. She'd call during family dinners, text during our rare intimate moments, send photos of Marcus's gifts—jewelry I'd never received, romantic gestures he'd never made for me. The message was clear: I was the expired wife being phased out for the upgraded model.

I cried until I had no tears left. I planned my escape to Paris, signed divorce papers, and prepared my revenge."

Word spreads all across the underworld, a running joke everyone whispers: Wanna take down Don Dante?
Don’t waste your time digging up dirt on him—come straight for me instead. But good luck pulling it off.
First you’d have to cut through three layers of snipers posted at my side, blast your way past five full squads of close-quarters bodyguards, and dodge the armed attack helicopter circling overhead 24/7.
Once, I only got a tiny bug bite from a mosquito. That very night, three district capos vanished off the face of the earth without a trace.
And yet this man who’d burn the whole world down to keep me safe shoved me away on our wedding night.
He brought another woman into our elaborately decorated bridal suite and spent the whole night tangled up with her.
For every single minute they spent tangled together inside, I slammed my fists against that door right outside.
I stared at that face etched deep into my bones, watched him speak words that sounded totally foreign, hold another woman close—and I couldn’t wrap my head around any of it.
Where’d the man who once jumped in front of a bullet to shield me go?

I woke up, and my world collapsed.

Lying next to me was Sebastian—the golden boy, the heir to the Rhodes empire, and the nemesis who has tormented me for twenty years.

I fled. I swore to take that night to my grave. If I kept my mouth shut, no one would know.

But Fate has a twisted sense of humor. Five weeks later, two red lines on a pregnancy test slapped me in the face. I’m pregnant. And the father isn’t just my childhood nightmare. He’s the man who just bought my company. My new boss.

I tried to hide. He hunted me down. He scares off my dates. He tramples my pride. He invades my life like a tyrant. He mocks me in public, yet destroys anyone who touches me in private.

"Nancy, did you really think you could escape?" He pins me against the wall, his eyes dark, that familiar scent of cedar suffocating me. "Admit it. You hate me, but you need me."

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

My father died owing the Callahan family a blood debt. His payment? Me and my sister—married off to their sons.

I woke up reborn on the night they buried him.

Standing in that funeral chamber, watching the lawyer crack open the sealed will, I discovered I could suddenly hear thoughts. My sister Vivienne's voice ripped through my head: Not marrying that butcher. No way in hell.

She lunged forward and grabbed Adrian—the refined bastard son who looked like a lawyer instead of a mobster. The same "perfect gentleman" I married in my past life.

Which left me with Dominic Callahan. The scarred heir. The Executioner.

Last time around, Vivienne married Dominic and got beaten down for years. I married Adrian and lived like a queen.

I almost laughed out loud.

Because she has no idea—this time, she's the one who grabbed the monster.

My fiancé and I got engaged, then he joined an academic project in another state that required him to stay for a year.

I agreed to wait for him to come back and get married, with plans to see each other once a month.

But for the entire year, he found excuses every month to avoid seeing me.

Even when my mother was critically ill, I called him crying, but the phone always went to cold voicemail.

That day I drove three hours to find him and waited outside his apartment for a long time.

He still never replied.

So I stopped waiting for him and married a man who treated me well.

Who knew that when he found out I got married, he regretted it.

My sister's husband showed up on the gossip pages with his first love, so Claire decided to divorce him. Then she asked whether I was leaving too.

"Of course," I said.

I had been my sister's shadow since we were kids. Claire was smart, capable, and brave enough for both of us. She married billionaire CEO Grant Whitaker, and I married his younger brother, Cole. Following her had given me a home, a career, and a husband who made me forget how much I liked sleeping.

If Claire left the Whitaker family, I was leaving with her.

Cole's eyes went red when he found my packed suitcases. He backed me into the watch cabinet and gripped my waist hard.

"My brother may have cheated," he said. "I didn't. I'm not giving you a divorce."

I always thought Arthur's surgical hands were a gift from God.

When my sister Emily was crushed in a car crash, he spent ten grueling hours in the OR. He emerged exhausted, eyes red, and pulled me tight. "I'm sorry, Anna. I tried everything," he whispered. "But her heart... it can still save someone else."

I believed him. God help me, I even thanked him.

A year later, I cracked his locked safe and found a black flash drive.

The security footage showed my husband hovering over Emily's ICU bed. He didn't call for help. He didn't try to save her. He just watched her oxygen drop, then calmly reached out and yanked her breathing tube.

One room over, his first love was waiting for a heart transplant.

Just like that, my world vanished. My husband wasn't a savior in a white coat. He was an executioner.

Three years ago, to save my Clan Lord husband from a hunter's death trap, I forced him to stop at the border.

Instead, his First Embrace, Seraphina, crossed in his place and was burned to ashes.

Shattered by her death, he suffered a breakdown and was diagnosed with Crimson Frenzy.

For three years, I let him wildly drain my source blood, cheating death in underground clinics countless times.

This time, his violent feeding caused a miscarriage and permanently destroyed my ability to conceive.

Yet, while still in agony and desperate to find him a cure, I overheard his secret conversation with the butler.

"My Lord, Seraphina is still alive. Why keep faking this illness? If the Madame finds out and severs the Blood Pact..."

"Sever it? What right does she have? If she hadn't blocked me back then, Seraphina would never have run off with another vampire. She deserves every bit of this suffering!"

When twisted steel tore through my stomach in a horrific helicopter crash, I was pushed to the absolute brink of death.

In my darkest moment, Alaric, the Vampire High Lord, saved me.

He healed my shattered body, bound me as his fiercely protected mate, and spoiled me with what I thought was endless devotion.

Until tonight. My blood amulet unexpectedly resonated with our pact's magic, intercepting his encrypted call with his private physician.

"I orchestrated that crash. Maiming her was the only way to justify the continuous blood draws."

"But My Lord, drawing any more will cross the lethal threshold..."

"So what? She has a congenital immunity to pain. As long as she doesn't die, it's an honor for her to bleed to suppress Elena's werewolf venom."

The salvation I worshipped was nothing but a meticulously designed trap to harvest my veins.

If that's the case, I will tear this blood pact to shreds.

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

"Without her designs, none of this would have happened." My husband raised his glass to me in front of everyone.
Eight years of marriage. Five years building this company from a moldy basement. I thought we'd finally made it—until that night, when his mistress's messages lit up his iPad: "You hurt me on the couch last night." "You promised to marry me and let me move into your villa. I can't wait anymore."
I gave this man eight whole years—my talent, my entire youth. And he wanted to take it all to support his mistress.
Sorry, darling. I'm not the fool you married anymore.

I loved Lia Rockefeller for ten years, and it cost me everything.
When she said the cheerleaders were ganging up on her, I charged in and took the punches for her.
When she cried that her stepsister would ruin her at Yale, I tore up my acceptance letter right then and there.
When she held me tight in the middle of the night and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you"—I thought it meant forever.
Three months later, I overheard her laughing in the locker room—laughing at me.
"Ian's like a lapdog. So easy to play. Now that Yale spot's open, Emmett can go with me instead."
The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces? Just tools to control me—to keep me loyal while she slept with her side piece.
She thought I'd still take a punch for her, even with a broken nose.
She thought I'd never wake up.
I'm awake now.
In her stepsister Serena's bed.

The world honored Professor Guo Zhenghua for his devotion to justice—and praised his wife, Lin Wanyu, as a woman of rare integrity.
But Lin Wanyu was not her name.
The real Lin Wanyu was my grandmother. She died in a remote village without legal papers, a marked grave, or anyone willing to admit who she was.
When the impostors’ grandson demanded a position at my law firm, I told him no.
By morning, his family had taken my career.
By noon, I had opened the file that could take everything from them.

I died on that operating table.

Arthur cut my five-year-old son Leo open and took his kidneys to save his bastard kid. Leo died. I died. They threw us out like garbage in the snow.

But I came back.

Back to that same rainy night. This time when Arthur tried stealing Leo's life-saving medicine for that bitch Lily, I slapped her face to pieces.

Outside the OR, Arthur shoved donation papers at me. I laughed and dialed a number I'd buried five years ago.

"Viktor? Your sister needs a favor. Bring your guns."

Explosions echoed through the hospital as my brother walked through the smoke.

"Nobody touches my nephew." His gun pressed against Arthur's forehead.

Arthur was scared shitless: "Jesus Christ... you're a Rockwell?!"

Too bad he figured it out too late.

My son Leo died in the snow. Three rogue wolves tore him apart that winter night.

My Alpha mate Carl didn't hunt them down. Instead, he brought home Elena—his childhood sweetheart—and her five-year-old bastard.

"Leo died because you failed as Luna," he said, pushing the boy toward me. "You'll raise him as our heir."

I looked into those cold eyes, and something inside me died.

At the cliff, I severed our bond in front of the entire pack. Then I jumped.

That unbreakable Alpha? He shattered completely.

My name is Damian Lemaître.

In my past life, I was Serafina Camarilla's lapdog for ten years, being drained of my life, used, and squeezed dry of my last bit of value.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the scene of the blood pact ceremony. She sat on the high seat, waiting for me to kneel down and swear the oath with the same excitement as in my previous life.

"Damian Flamel, are you willing?"

"No."

Intro: I'm an S-Class superhuman, but I was locked in a basement for five full years, subjected to inhuman abuse and torment. All they wanted was to drain my blood and energy dry. I once believed that if I could just endure it all, I would see my family again. Until my wife Valen's voice came through the intercom and revealed that it was all a lie. I will turn my fury into strength and tear it all apart with my own hands.

The day I signed the divorce papers, Ethan Frost lit up the night sky with thousands of drones spelling out, ‘Vivian Moore, I love you.’ The whole city celebrated his new romance.
On our daughter, Sophie’s birthday, he watched coldly as Vivian’s daughter snatched away her favorite Elsa princess cake—and didn’t even blink when I was shoved down the stairs. Bleeding and trembling, I looked up to see him tenderly massaging Vivian’s feet.
But what truly shattered me was the day Sophie struggled in the pool—Ethan held me back, eyes dark, roaring, “What do you want?”
Later, he scrambled to Sophie’s photo on his knees, crying “Where’s Sophie? Bring her out.” While I only felt absurd, I smiled through my tears “you will never see Sophie again—ever.”

Five years. Five years I gave everything to Paxton Sterling—my heart, my body, my wolf's soul. I built his empire as Chief Strategy Officer while wearing his mark like a badge of honor.

Then she came back.

Layla—my pure-blooded half-sister with her perfect smile and poison tongue. Within days of her return from Europe, Paxton was ready to throw me away like yesterday's news.

"I want to sever our bond, Freya. Lyra is my true mate."

Wrong move, Alpha.

He thinks I'm just another submissive mate who'll quietly disappear. He's forgotten I'm a mixed-blood Alpha who's been playing nice for far too long. While he's busy playing house with my backstabbing sister, Lucas Morgan—the most dangerous Alpha in the territory—is making me an offer I can't refuse.

Paxton wants to discard me? Fine.

But he's about to learn that some women don't just walk away—they burn everything down on their way out.

I'm done being the good girl. Done being the perfect mate. Done hiding what I really am.

Contract Marriage+Kickass Heroine+Hidden Identity+Regret
For two long years, Aria Smith devoted everything to Ethan Holt, convinced she was his beloved Luna and his fated mate.
Until a trip to replace her lost marriage certificate shattered every lie.
Ethan had never loved her. Her closest best friend Clara was his real destined mate. The adopted son Aria had raised with all her love for two years was actually their biological child.
Before she could process the brutal truth, a sudden call overturned her whole life. She was not a lonely, powerless human orphan as she had always believed. She was the sole legitimate heir to Vincent Smith's staggering cross-realm fortune, inheriting his massive business empire that dominated both human and werewolf worlds.
Her heart completely broken, Aria made her choice without hesitation.
"I am single. Legally, I have never been anyone's wife."
She cut off all ties with the Silver Creek Pack and stepped into her rightful identity as a billionaire heiress overnight.
Ethan and Clara mocked her relentlessly. They believed the helpless human orphan could never survive outside the pack, and she would soon come crawling back begging for forgiveness.
They never foresaw the day they met again.
When Aria returned, she was no longer the humble, gentle human Luna who lived for Ethan. She stood powerful, wealthy, and untouchable, holding unmatched commercial power that shook the entire werewolf realm.
And right by her side stood a dominant, peerless Alpha King—someone far more powerful than Ethan could ever dare to rival, ready to burn the whole world down for her revenge.

Juliet Austin was an Omega meant to be used and discarded.

For years, she was drained to keep her sister alive. When her sister vanished before a political mating meant to save the Frostfang Pack, Juliet was chosen as the replacement.

A bride was required.
And no one would miss an Omega.

Forced into the bed of Alpha Kaius Blair, the most feared Lycan King alive, Juliet expected death. Instead, she became the woman he could never forget.

Then she disappeared.

To survive, Juliet erased her past and was reborn as Austin Voss. She was no longer weak, no longer obedient, and no longer willing to be sacrificed.

But fate is relentless.

When Alpha Kaius finds her again, he does not recognize the woman standing before him. She is calm, unbowed, and powerful in her own right.

Once an Omega offered as a replacement bride, Juliet must now decide whether to keep running from her past or turn back and claim the destiny they tried to steal from her.

A story of rebirth, identity, and a mate bond that refuses to be forgotten.

"I, Alpha Drake Collins Thaddeus, reject you, Layla Diana Montez, as my mate. You are nothing to me now—banished from this pack. Forever."
What would you do if the man you gave your heart,tossed you aside like yesterday's trash?
I gave Alpha Drake everything—my loyalty, my love, my body. I nearly died saving him. But when I needed him most, he turned cold, mocked my scars, and cast me out like I meant nothing.
Scarred. Wolfless. Pregnant.
I stumbled into Shadowsville Pack, broken and barely alive. That's when he found me—Antoine Del Morino, the elusive Southern Lycan King. He saved me, sheltered me, and gave me the strength to rise again.
Years later, I'm no longer the omega who begged to be loved. I'm one of the strongest, wealthiest Lunas alive. And just when I finally start healing, Alpha Drake returns… begging for another chance.
But my heart now beats for the man behind the mask.
Should I give Drake a taste of his own rejection—or fully surrender to the love Antoine offers me?

“Sign the papers, Michelle,” he continues to speak. “We are done. I am getting married to Natalia, and she will become the Luna of the pack, the same pack you so much love. We have nothing in common anymore. I reject you as my mate.”
My heart shatters into a thousand pieces the moment his words reach my ears. I can feel the bond breaking and my wolf howling in my head. Everything inside of me is in great turmoil. I begin to feel dizzy, and my legs almost give way, but I hold myself up. I cannot give up now. I have a child growing inside of me. I must be careful.
“Breaking a bond we used three years to build—is that very easy for you?”
With one last look at the mansion, I turn around and walk away, leaving everything behind. My life, my husband, my title as the Luna, and everything I have ever worked for, because my Alpha husband decided to bring his ex-girlfriend back into our lives, and he threw me out. But what he didn't know was that I was carrying his baby. That secret will follow me to the grave. He does not deserve to know anything about them.
But what is more interesting? Nicholas, the richest and most ruthless Alpha, comes crawling back when he finds out that his triplets were already being fathered by another ruthless Alpha.

"Go ahead and play the victim. That's all you ever do," he spat and rage flashed in her eyes.
Before he could process what she was doing, she'd grabbed him by his tie and yanked hard. They both stumbled forward and she crashed into him, her face colliding with his chest.
When Raelynn's contract marriage to Alpha Rai, her destined mate is threatened on the night of her wedding anniversary, her life takes a spiralling descent into chaos. Divorced and rejected by her own husband, she leaves the pack. And years later, she returns stronger than ever, with a set of twins who take after he ex-husband.
Determined to bring her back to his side, Alpha Rai is met with several unexpected encounters including several contenders for Freya's once broken heart. Can he reclaim what was once lost? How does his first love fit into their ill fate? Would they be able to overcome their cursed fate?

Sienna Alexander's mate didn't just betray her. He stood there and let it happen.
On her coronation night, Lucas broke their bond and claimed her stepsister in front of the entire pack, too proud to see what his own mother-in-law was doing behind him.
While the crowd was still cheering, Morrigan carved Sienna's power out of her body, vein by vein, and planted it inside her own daughter's womb like something she'd been owed for years.
Then they left the body behind. Nobody checks if a corpse is still breathing. They should have.
Half-dead in the woods, Sienna feels her wolf clawing to break free, and every instinct in her screams to let it happen. But the Moon Goddess's law is older than her pain: an omega who shifts before her power settles doesn't survive it. Shifting means dying.
She shifts anyway.
A rival Alpha finds her collapsed at the tree line before the goddess can collect what she's owed. His name is Damien, and he has no idea he just pulled the Millennium Wolf out of the dirt.
Call the dead, owe the dead.
Lucas and Morrigan are about to learn what that means.

"As Alpha," Ryan began, his voice firm, "I am rejecting you, Liora Ashwin, as my mate."
I didn't have it all. I wasn't well-loved. I had a weak wolf.
But I had him—my fated mate, the man I loved with my life.
Ryan Crest was like the air I breathed.
And then, on my twentieth birthday, everything came crashing down. He drugged me. Delivered me to a room. And by morning, he rained accusations on my head.
I was rejected, betrayed, flogged, and thrown out—no trial, no justice, not even when the truth stared everyone in the face.
My sister took my place. Pregnant with his heir. A scheme well planned.
But from the ashes rose a cold Alpha—masked, dangerous, yet fiercely protective. With him, I carried a child of my own. And for the first time since my fall, I was certain of one thing: I would live. Protected. And maybe… loved.

My breathing was still uneven when Robert’s phone lit up on the nightstand.
One new message.

"Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah.

The words cut through me like ice water.

Robert. My mate. The Alpha of the Ashborn Pack. The man everyone praises as the perfect future king.

And me? I’m his Luna. Supposedly the rightful queen at his side.

But no matter the circumstance, no matter the weight of his responsibilities, the first person he thinks of is never me. It’s always her.

At the banquet, when the elders forced him to make a choice—me, his Luna, or her—the room fell into a suffocating silence.

I still remember the way my heart begged him to look at me, just once, just long enough to see what he was about to destroy.

But his answer came sharp, quick, without hesitation.

"Sarah."

One word. One name. And with it, he tore my entire world apart.

Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees.
His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body.


I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive.
When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events.
And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack?
Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village.
But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse.

Nalani Barak, a spirited and courageous young she-wolf belongs to a pack struggling to survive against the encroaching darkness threatening their existence.
Desperate to save her beloved pack from certain destruction, she makes a life-altering decision: to enter a contract marriage with the formidable Alpha of the Black Land Pack.
Little does she know that her mysterious fiancé, Alpha Terran Cullen, carries a secret that will turn her world upside down.As Nalani arrives at Black Land Pack that will become her new home, she is shocked to discover that her fiancé has a fraternal twin brother, Heath. And as fate would have it, Heath is none other than her unforgettable ex-lover whom she still harbours sinful desires for.
Emotion’s clash, and buried feelings resurface, as Nalani finds herself torn between her duty to her pack and the undeniable connection she still shares with Heath.As she navigates through the treacherous path of her forbidden desires, Nalani must choose between honour and the flames of a love that never truly extinguished.
Will Nalani chose her fiancé over her ex? Will she find a way to save her pack while rekindling the flame with her unforgettable ex-lover? Or will she succumb to her sinful desires?

“Look, Isla, I am sorry to break the news to you but it is your sister. Cora is dead. She was killed by rogues. Pembroke was destroyed. Miller is also gone. The whole pack is destroyed. Nobody survived.”

I held the phone away from my ear trying to make sense of what was being told to me.

“You’re lying. I will rip your head off, you sick fool. How dare you tell such disgusting lies.” I exclaimed as tears brimmed my eyes and started to fall down my cheeks.

Isla, a hybrid wolf witch, grapples with her powers while keeping her true nature hidden due to her mate's family's aversion to witches. However, a heartbreaking message from her former pack shatters her world, compelling her to confront her true identity and the immense obstacles that lie ahead.

Will Isla find the strength to accept her hybrid nature and discover redemption? Can she transform her perspective on her powers from a curse to a blessing, ultimately finding acceptance and belonging? As she embarks on a challenging journey, Isla's quest for self-acceptance unfolds, revealing the profound impact of embracing her unique abilities.

In a poignant exploration of identity and resilience, Isla's struggles illuminate the path to her redemption. Her transformation unfolds as she confronts her inner conflicts, societal prejudices, and the healing power of self-acceptance. Will Isla ultimately reconcile her hybrid nature, recognize the inherent value of her powers, and forge a path where she finally feels accepted? The answers lie in her unwavering determination and the trials she must overcome along the way.

As I walked down the corridor, I heard a woman moaning and the familiar moans of a man, I stopped, shaking with nerves, pain, and anger.

They were lying in bed, completely naked and in an intimate embrace. I could feel my heart thumping out of my chest as I tried to process what I was seeing.

His face was red, and he was breathing heavily. He seemed to be trying to compose himself, but he couldn't quite manage it. He stammered as he tried to find the right words, but it was too late. I had already seen enough. But after a few seconds, he spoke, and I was shocked by what I heard from him.

"I know you've been fooling around with that man. I'm tired of your lies and betrayals. I can't trust you anymore, that's why!" he answered with a cold voice. "I'll put you in prison for this!"

I could feel my heart shatter at that moment. Is he gaslighting me?


Samantha Apollo, Luna of Bloody Moon pack, was betrayed and banished from her pack by her own mate, Alpha David.
Determined to take revenge and reclaim what is rightfully hers, Samantha embarks on a journey of revenge. However, her path to revenge becomes complicated when she discovers that the new mate who saved her is Alpha David's brother. Will she be able to take revenge and regain her rightful place in her pack? or will she be left betrayed and lost once more?

“They shattered my bond. Scarred my body. Stole my future. But they will never break my spirit.”
Once destined to be Luna, Irene now hides behind a mask—barren, disfigured, and betrayed by the man who was supposed to protect her. When her mate, the Alpha, brings home a child that bears his unmistakable eyes and dares to ask her to raise it, Irene finally sees the truth: the attack that ruined her life was never random. it was planned.
But Irene isn’t broken. She's awakening.
Leaving behind the lies of the Silvermoon pack, she returns to her forgotten roots, to a father who once ruled the mighty Moonshadow pack and to a destiny no one saw coming.
Just when she thought she had lost everything, a chance encounter with a mysterious, sinfully powerful Lycan King ignites a spark in her soul and in her long-silent wolf.
Scarred, yes. Barren, maybe. But Irene is no longer a pawn in anyone’s game.
This time, she’s rewriting the rules and claiming her throne.

When my mate dumps me in front of two entire packs, it can’t get worse—until I realized I was pregnant.
Seadon
Our engagement was meant to unite two werewolf packs.
Then one accusation turned me into public enemy number one.
I thought my mate would stand by me—instead, he ended our bond in front of everyone and left me to bear the blame alone.

With no other choice, I fled to the human world, raising the little one whose fuzzy ears pop out at the worst times. I thought I’d finally outrun the wolf-pack drama—until danger found me again.

And guess who shows up like a hero? The same alpha who walked away.
He swears he’ll clear my name and protect me, but there’s something he doesn’t know.
There’s a tiny pair of eyes watching him from behind the door—our son.
Alex

My back arched, giving him more access to my skin. My core throbbed. And my breath escaped through me in harsh raggedness.

“Trey,” I managed to say, hoarse, trembling. “Trey…”

“Speak…” he ordered, his voice muffled against my neck. His hands slipped into my jacket, finding my hardened nipple beneath the soft woolen shirt I wore. No bra. “Speak.”

He squeezed, sucking more aggressively at my neck now. “Speak, Feyre!”

“We shouldn’t.”

Trey stiffened at my words, his lips stilling against my skin. His breath was warm, ragged, uneven—like he was barely holding himself together. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled away, his lips dragging against my skin until they were gone entirely. The absence was immediate. Cold. Aches bloomed where he had been only moments before.

His hands moved to the blindfold, and in one swift, deliberate motion, he yanked it off. The sudden light made me blink rapidly, disoriented. His face was close, impossibly close, his dark, smoldering eyes locking onto mine. I barely had time to process the intensity in his gaze before his lips crashed against mine again—harder this time, more demanding.

He kissed me like he was trying to claim me, like he wanted to erase any hesitation I had left. My lungs burned as he stole my breath, leaving me gasping against him. When he finally broke away, our foreheads pressed together, I was left panting, my chest heaving against his.

A lost kingdom’s child. A rejected wolf. And a man who would burn the world for her.

This time, she wasn’t running. This time, she was ready to fight.

A rogue is captured when her adoptive parents invade the Night Shade’s pack’s territory. Now, Raelynn is not only a rogue, but also a slave of the cruel and cold hearted Alpha Erik Henderson.
Day by day, she will be more attracted to him: his looks, his scent and his pain will make her want to be his balm after such a rough life.
Will Raelynn, with her good temper and kind heart, be able to break into Erik’s walls? Will he accept her, despite her low rank, and take her as his Luna? And what if she is not who she seems to be? Can they be together?

"I fell in love with a stranger. I didn't know he was my brother."
When I first saw Victor, I didn't see a sibling. I saw a man who set my skin on fire. I saw a pair of dark eyes that reflected my own soul. Our attraction wasn't just a choice—it was a gravity I couldn't escape. For weeks, we existed in a fever dream of late nights and whispered promises, building a future on a foundation I never knew was forbidden.
Then the truth came out. One old photograph, a single name, and my world shattered.
Now, the touch that felt like heaven feels like a sin. But how do you stop your heart from beating for the one person you were never supposed to touch?

In my past life, I signed a marriage agreement, served as a live-in son-in-law for five years, and died in a hospital. Meanwhile, my "wife," Grace, was on the moon, embracing her lover and watching the star rings.
Given a second chance, she threw the agreement in my face at the marriage summit: "Sign it. After the wedding, I'll go find Karl. You'd better act like the legal wife."
I didn't refuse; I just tossed the agreement to my emotional nemesis .
The whole city laughed at my madness.
Until Grace flaunted her "pure-blood heir" at the 100-day celebration, I publicly projected her sterilization report—
the bastard in her arms was the product of her lover and a downtown prostitute.
And her lover was being mutilated in the downtown area.
In this life, I'm not a live-in son-in-law; I'm her gravedigger.

On the day of my final interview for the Yale scholarship, my childhood best friend, Carter, handed me a carton of chocolate milk.
I drank every drop, touched that he’d remembered. When I woke up, the hair I’d been growing for ten years was scattered all over the floor.
The prettiest girl in school twirled her scissors and smiled at him. “Your mom’s sleeping pills work great. I practically shaved the pig bald.”
He leaned against the doorframe, his voice flat. “It’s not like you were ever pretty anyway.”
When I was eight, he promised to marry me once my hair reached my waist.
That day, I dried my tears and gave back the ring his grandmother had saved for “Carter’s bride.”
Later, he waited outside his Yale dorm all day, only to learn that I’d gone to Stanford, three thousand miles away.

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."