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Vicious and despicable, that's how James Mitchell defined Emily Carter. He despised her, tormented her, and never showed any mercy. Then, one day, right in front of him, she ended her own life...

"I remember the first time we started talking. You were the reason I got my laugh back. The reason I fell asleep with a smile on my face. The reason I had motivation to do things again. The reason why my problems didn't seem so bad. You truly have made my life better by just being in it. I love you so much, Vivian... but that's not enough to do this forever.
“…lets breakup...
Vivian's heart stopped beating the moment Nathan said this. She had sat there, full of smiles while expecting the sweetest proposal ever. She got her heart shattered instead and to make matters worse, it was all on camera. She hired a content creator to film the whole thing so she could post later. Now she's got a record of her heart being broken into a million pieces.

Vivian and Nathan have been together for five years and she sacrificed so much for their love. She gave him her savings to start his law firm, changed her lifestyle completely to satisfy his taste, and lived every day to impress him. He finally got comfortable and decided he wanted a focused lady to match his new status. He got a new girlfriend and then dumped Vivian in the most humiliating way possible.
Vivian was so heartbroken but the betrayal made her vow to go on a change journey to get back her life, while also planning a massive revenge on Nathan. Will she succeed on this new pact? Or will she will find love again?

When I realised my lawyer husband couldn’t let go of his first love, a divorcée with a little boy, I started teaching our daughter to call him “Daniel”.
When our daughter ran a fever, one late-night call from his first love was enough to send him out the door. I stroked her burning forehead and taught her to say, “Bye, Daniel.”
He had promised to come to her school’s Father’s Day assembly. Then his first love rang in tears, saying her son had no dad to go with him, and he was gone, just like that.
I didn’t even look up. I handed my phone to my daughter and let her tell the class parents’ WhatsApp group that “Daniel” couldn’t make it.
Every time, she hesitated for a long while.
Eventually, my husband realised how much he owed us.
He suggested, all on his own, that we have a family portrait done.
But right outside the photography studio, his first love rang again, sobbing:
“Daniel, could you come to Toby’s nursery right now? It’s the parents’ sports day, and every other kid has a dad running with them. Toby’s the only one who doesn’t…”
A flicker of pity crossed my husband’s face. He was about to crouch down and explain to our daughter.
This time, she didn’t need me to remind her. She gave him a little wave.
“It’s okay, Daniel. Go and be with your other child. Me and Mummy are enough for the family photo.”

I clutched my pregnancy test results in my hand, standing outside the door of Ethan's office.

I wanted to surprise my husband with this news.

Instead, I overheard a conversation about how to "permanently remove" me from his and our daughter's lives.

Everyone said I killed my mother.

So Dad and Carter hated me from the start. They only had love for Vivian.

On my eighteenth birthday, Vivian drugged me and I was nearly raped. That's when Nolan Blake showed up—business tycoon, my savior. He claimed me as his in front of everyone and warned anyone who dared mess with me would pay the price.

After that, Vivian bullied me? He made her apologize. Dad humiliated me? He made him shut up. Carter mocked me? He destroyed all of Carter's business deals.

No one had ever protected me like that. I fell HARD.

Three months later, I walked down the aisle in white.

Nolan spoiled me rotten. I became the woman the whole world envied.

Until the day I was five months pregnant.

At a family party, the balcony railing gave way. I was falling, screaming—then Nolan caught me. His arm broke. I only had minor injuries.

Everyone said how LUCKY I was—a husband willing to break every bone for me.

Until I stood in the hospital corridor and overheard that conversation—

"Aurora is the only match for Vivian," Charles's voice came from the hospital room. "Vivian's kidney failure is getting worse. We can't wait anymore!"

"You think I don't KNOW that?" Nolan lowered his voice. "But she's already pregnant! Pregnant women can't donate organs!"

"That's why we staged the fall," Carter said coldly. "It was supposed to make her miscarry—"

"ENOUGH!" Nolan's roar cut him off. "I want to save Vivian MORE than ANY of you! She's the one I love. But you can't hurt Aurora like this. I have my own plan—after she gives birth, I'll make her donate 'willingly.'"

After hearing those words, I collapsed trembling in the hallway.

So that was why he married me. Not because he loved me, but to save Vivian. Everything he did for me—his tenderness, his protection—it was all for HER.

Just like Dad and Carter, he loved Vivian.

Not me.

I touched my slightly rounded belly as silent tears streamed down my face.

If no one wanted us, then we'd disappear.

I tricked my billionaire husband into signing divorce papers—he had no idea.

"Exam documents," I lied.

His ex-wife laughed. "Boring paperwork. Don't bother reading it."

He signed without even looking.

Three years of marriage. I thought he'd learn to love me. Ever since she came back, my dinners grew cold while I reheated them alone. I waited in our bed, night after night. I watched him drop everything and run to her with every phone call.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

That same day, I saw him at the hospital—holding her hand, asking about her baby.

I finally stopped waiting.

I left the estate at dawn. Left behind the jewelry, the designer clothes, the empty promises.

Then he showed up at my door.

"I know about the baby," his voice was raw. "I know about the accident. I know everything."

He looked at me like I was his entire world.

Three years too late? Or just in time?

After ten years of marriage, my fated mate, Alpha Harvey, had slept with nearly every female worker in the Silver Claw Packhouse.
When I was seven months pregnant, his newly kept mistress, Yvonne Robson, offended the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack at a celebration banquet. Badly.
"Jasmine, you, kneel and apologize on her behalf."
The entire banquet hall fell silent.
I blinked at him, sure I had misheard. "Excuse me?"
"She's young," he said impatiently, as if this were a minor inconvenience. "She made a mistake. You're the Luna. You need to fix it."
I placed a hand over my swollen belly, my wolf snarling inside me. "I'm pregnant, Harvey. How can I kneel? What if it hurts the pup—"
He cut me off harshly. 'It's just kneeling. You've never acted so delicate before.'
He dragged me forcefully to Alpha Kenneth.
Then, before I could react, Alpha Harvey shoved me down, forcing my head toward the ground.
Pain shot through my knees as they hit the floor.
And then—a sharp, wet sensation beneath me.

“My world is a mess; you want nothing to do with this"
“You don't have the right to decide that for me." Her chest was heaving, harsh breaths scraping the walls of her nose. “I am your wife, and I am choosing to be in your mess."
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. “This is your last chance. Once you step in, I can never let go."
"I'm not planning on it."

Jade Saint, who was switched at birth, is coerced into an arranged marriage after returning to the Sterling home. That is, until Roman Volkov – the richest and most dangerous man in the city – claims her as his bride.
Desperate to save her dying adoptive mother, she willingly enters into a contract marriage with the devil himself.
But marriage to Roman is not what she thinks it is – not the enemies lurking in the shadows. Not the dangerous world he refuses to explain, and certainly not the way his cold touch begins to feel like a promise instead of a warning.
Because the more she tries to understand him, the more she realises he didn’t choose her by accident.
And the truth behind it all may destroy her.

“I used to have ice surrounding my heart, but it melted the moment I fucked you,” Hardin said and she scoffed.

“It was just a harmless sex, grow up kid, and let me go!”She yelled.

Freda was cheated on by her boyfriend because, he claimed she was bad at sex so he had to cheat.

Freda was angry so she went to the clubhouse with the intention of having sex with another man just to see if she was really bad at it. She didn’t know she ended up having sex with a mafia lord.

Later on, she was kidnapped by him who was lust after her after having sex with her.

He threatened to kill her best friend if she refused to be with him, having no choice, Freda agreed with an intention of killing him.

Slowly, she didn’t know how this hatred of hers turned into love, something she wasn’t willing to let go even if he was indifferent towards her.

“You’re just one of his sex toys Freda, I was once like you. When he’s done with you, he’d trash you,” Despite knowing all of this, would she let go or hold on it him?

Find out!

Aston Whitmore thought I loved him. Truth is, his mother bought a year of my life for a million dollars.
He thought those 3 AM study sessions were about redemption and romance across class lines. He didn't know I was never watching his pretty face—I was watching the countdown to my mother's kidney transplant payment.
I froze this trust fund prince's credit cards, cut his internet, and nailed him to that desk until his eyes went bloodshot cramming calculus.
When he turned into a guard dog in front of the whole cafeteria, publicly staking his claim on me, all I was calculating was the date that final payment would clear.
Today, he burst through the mansion door clutching his Yale acceptance letter, ready to give me some grand confession.
I was already thirty thousand feet up on a flight to Zurich, staring at that million-dollar deposit notification, face blank as I pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it in the trash.
No note. No goodbye.
Just one notarized Service Completion Certificate sitting on that empty desk. Terms fulfilled. Transaction closed.

Eight years after Lucan Altieri left Chicago, he finally came home as the new Don—and to get married.
That same day, I received my final verdict. After eight years of endless dialysis and a rejected kidney, my doctor took my mother aside and told her there was nothing left to try. All the hospital could do now was buy me a little more time.
Mom was helping me out of a cab and into my wheelchair when a black car pulled up next door. Lucan stepped out with his fiancée.
He stopped when he saw me. His gaze dropped to the wheelchair, and his mouth curled into a smirk.
"Well, Quinlan. Eight years, and this is what you're reduced to?"
I tugged my sleeve down over the bruised, ruined veins of my dialysis fistula. "I broke my leg on the ice."
He laughed and pulled his fiancée closer. "Perfect timing, then. I'm getting married. You should be a bridesmaid."
I smiled back at him. "I can't. I won't be here to see it."
Then I patted my mother's hand. Without a word, she turned my wheelchair and pushed me inside.

What do you do when you catch your fiancé's best friend, who hates you with every fiber of his being, jerking off with your photo on his phone?


Nadia's almost perfect life was almost coming to an end when she mistakenly sent nudes meant for her fiancé to his best friend, her boss, the cold, ruthless Mr. Jeremy Kellason.

And on the same night, they had a late-night meeting at their office suite, where they had to share the same wing.

It was 1 AM when Nadia went to return the files she mistakenly took from her boss's office... That was when she heard it... In his bedroom... He was jerking off with her photo in his hand.

She should have run away, but she didn't make that decision in time, until his eyes met hers... That was the moment everything changed for Nadia.

Now, trapped in a forbidden web with her boss/fiance's best friend, she had two options... Call off the wedding and marry her boss, or he tells her fiancé that the baby she was carrying belonged to him, and he wasn't going to let her go for any reason in the world.

BOOK 3 OF THE CORPORATE SIN SERIES. All BOOKS IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE.


TRIGGER WARNING!!!

This book drips with everything you’ve been warned to stay away from: obsession, coercion, power imbalance, and a morally black anti-hero who plays god with people’s lives.

It is raw, twisted, and unapologetically toxic.

I was snatched at three.
By fourteen, I was missing both legs, half-deaf, and half-blind.
When my billionaire blood family finally brought me to their Texas ranch, the fake heiress cornered me.
"Try any tricks to steal my place," she sneered, "and I’ll break your legs."
I just unhooked my prosthetics and let them drop to the floor.
When my biological brother grabbed my shoulder, hissing a warning in my ear to stay in line, I tapped my skull and yelled, "What?! This ear is entirely dead! I can't hear you!"
They both backed away, looking at me like they’d seen a ghost.
A few days later, the fake heiress threw herself down a staircase to frame me—and accidentally tore my shirt open.
The whole party froze. My back was a horrific map of trafficker brands and whip scars.
My parents pulled me into their arms, trembling violently. "Who did this to you?!"
"It wasn't me! Don't try to pin that on me!" the fake daughter shrieked in panic.
I nodded slowly. She was right. The traffickers did it.
I was the only kid who crawled out of their hellfire alive.
And I promised the kids who burned that I would make our monsters pay.

Introduction: In order to marry his first love, my Alpha forced me to take a memory-loss drug.
"She's my first love, and she wants a grand wedding. You've always been understanding; don't make this difficult for me."
"Seven days after taking the antidote, everything will start over."
The drug began to take effect, and the first memory to fade was the moment we severed our bond.
After losing my memories, he called me "sister," trying to erase any connection between us.
But what he didn't know was that this drug was something I had developed myself, and there was no antidote.
If you want to be with your first love, then I wish you both a lifetime of happiness.
But when he painfully came to find me, begging.
I simply said one sentence:
"Sorry, who are you?"

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness.
Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced."
Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!
Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision.
That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!"
Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

In my last life, the city became a locked-down apocalypse zone.
My “family-first” elite father shoved my older brother into a raider’s shotgun just to survive.
My pampered socialite mother thought I was dead weight—and personally threw me into a tide of infected.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the third day after the world collapsed.
Watching my mother still dilute her luxury face cream with the last half case of water—while my father lectured me about principles—
I drew my tactical knife and pinned it clean through the solid oak table.
“From now on, supplies are split. Rot here and prove it to me.”

I'm the mafia heir's practice girlfriend.
He uses me to learn how to control his temper, how to kiss, how to make love.
All so he won't freak out his true love after they get married.
His guys worry: "Boss, you're not actually catching feelings for the maid's daughter, are you?"
Michael laughs coldly: "Would you fall for a sex toy?"
Everyone thinks I'm pathetic, but I keep smiling while I hand him knives and light his cigarettes.
Until news breaks that he's engaged.
His mom slaps down a hundred-million-dollar check: "Get away from Michael. Disappear forever."
I take the money like a good girl and vanish.
But that night, I hear Michael tried to kill himself and got rushed to the ER.

An accident took my sight when I was a child. From that day on, my world was nothing but darkness.

When I was little, Derek, my childhood sweetheart, held my hand and swore he would be my eyes and protect me for the rest of my life.

But as we grew older, he began to see me as a burden just because I was blind. He fell for my bright, outgoing younger sister, Lilith.

He often hid my cane and watched me struggle to find my way. Then he and Lilith would laugh at me together.

Today was my coming-of-age mate party. It was supposed to be the day Derek and I became mates.

Instead, he brought in five werewolves and had them pretend to be him so I would have to pick him out from among them.

He said that if I chose him correctly, we would mate today.

But I could smell every one of them clearly.

Not a single man among the five was Derek.

Then again, whether I chose him or someone else had stopped mattering a long time ago.

"Ssshh. You made me cum twice already. I’m not leaving you untouched. I want to taste you, suck you, feel every inch of you deep inside me.”

“Fuck,” Valtor growled, a deep velvety rumble that sent a pulse of heat throbbing through my wet pussy. “Who the hell taught you to talk like that?”

No one. I never dirty-talked with Kallias. These words came purely after the fire Valtor ignited in me.


I was the happiest woman alive until my husband and my maid betrayed me in one night.

Now I am no longer the good Luna they once expected me to be, but a wounded woman burning with vengeance. I am willing to give anything, do anything, even if it means striking a dangerous bargain with Valtor North, the handsome Rogue King whose reputation makes every Alpha tremble in fear.

But fate made its twist again. An unexpected mad attraction rose between me and the man I should hate, the sworn enemy of my kind. The Rogue King.

Torn between duty and desire, I face the ultimate battle. Can I survive the storm or will it consume me whole?

On the eve of the World Championship, my head coach's wife drugged me.
She personally destroyed my throwing arm and gave my starting jersey to her new substitute lover.
Even to "maintain the body" for that cheater, she disregarded my life and forcibly drained 1200 ml of my rare blood type.
She confidently declared, "In less than three days, he'll be crawling back to me like a dog."
I didn't make a scene; I calmly signed the divorce papers and dialed the number of that billionaire heiress.
Later, her cheating lover was disgraced and kicked out of the team.
She traveled halfway around the world, knelt at my wedding, and plunged a knife into her chest, begging me to come back.
I just coldly watched the security guards drag her away:
"Hurry up, don't dirty my wife's estate."

When I was injured and hospitalized, my husband, Adrian Hale, was still giving me the silent treatment over his ex-girlfriend.
 
During our worst fight, he told me, "If Vanessa and I wanted to be together, you never would have become Mrs. Hale."
 
After that, I became the kind of wife he'd always claimed to want. I stopped asking questions. I stopped checking when he would be home. I stopped arguing when Vanessa called.
 
Yet, that was when Adrian began reporting every detail of his day, avoiding Vanessa, and trying to come home early. On my birthday, he canceled a trip to Europe and flew back overnight to surprise me.
 
I should have been moved.
 
Instead, I hid in the kitchen and whispered to my best friend, "We're getting divorced. Why is he going to all this trouble?"
 
She laughed. "Adrian Hale is rich, gorgeous, and finally acting like a husband. Are you sure you won't regret leaving him?"
 
I thought about it.
 
"No," I said. "I think I'll finally be able to breathe."
 
Something dropped to the floor behind me.
 
I turned. Adrian was standing in the doorway, looking completely ashen.

On a storm-stranded island villa, Clara Hayes wakes after a vicious bachelorette party to find four women dead—among them her former best friend, bride-to-be Vivian Sterling. Branded the obvious killer, the discarded ex must fight a locked-room mystery, class prejudice, and a carefully staged narrative as buried trauma, betrayal, and revenge surface through rain-soaked glass, shattered flutes, burned letters, and one untouched bottle of soda.

Here is the English translation, tailored to match the gritty, dramatic, and satisfying tone typical of apocalyptic revenge web novels:

In my previous life, I was drained to the bone by the so-called "Doomsday Evolution System," forced to watch as my best friend and fiancée stepped over my corpse to scavenge my supplies.

When I opened my eyes again, I had regressed to exactly three days before the apocalypse. When that faint blue, glowing "cheat" materialized once more, I decisively took a step back, watching my enemies fanatically claim it for themselves. They thought they had grasped the key to ruling the doomsday. Little did they know, they had just swallowed a parasite that would devour its host.

Then, the extreme cold descended, and toxic spores blotted out the sky.

Using my knowledge of the future, I struck a deal with a female black-market boss, packing an underground bunker with tons of supplies and heavy firepower. Sipping hot coffee in front of the control room monitors, I sat back and enjoyed the show. I watched my enemies be systematically stripped of their sanity, sacrifice their companions, and ultimately degenerate into mindless, mutated lumps of flesh driven only by base instincts.

In this man-eating apocalypse, I refuse to touch any bizarre parasitic "gifts." Thick alloy doors and an endless supply of ammunition—that is the only true law of survival in the wasteland.

Three years ago, my fiancé Asher stole my project achievements for his white moonlight Chloe and abandoned me cruelly.
Three years later, he returned arrogantly, ordering me to tidy up my villa, accept his mistress, and humble myself to apologize. He even humiliated me with a mistress contract.
A vicious supporting female system suddenly bound to me, forcing me to fawn on Asher, yield to Chloe, and end up miserable and jealous according to the fixed script.
But I refused to submit to fate.
I only want a peaceful and free life with my husband and my daughter.
I have never been a side character in anyone’s story. I am my own sole protagonist.

For two years my mother told the whole town that my sister Zoe was in a hospital in Switzerland.
She shut the heat off in my room with a wrench, because Zoe's ward is kept at sixty-five degrees. My dinner was always cold, because Zoe can't keep solid food down. I never got a birthday cake, because Zoe hasn't had one since she was seventeen.
The day I won the state 1600, she pulled the medal off my neck in the parking lot and didn't say one word the whole drive home. Then she walked me down to the basement, dropped it on the floor, and ground it under her heel until the ribbon came apart. She took a picture of it lying there. I'll send this to your sister. So she knows her little sister is keeping her company.
She came back down that night with a pair of garden shears. I fought her. She got a fistful of my hair, put my head over her knee, and cut it all off, because chemo took Zoe's.
Then I found something down there my mother never meant me to see.
My sister isn't where she said. And she isn't sick.

On my wedding day, I ran, still in my wedding dress not because I wanted to, but because my mother had a car accident.
By the time I got to the hospital, Lucia Vitale, Finn’s mother, threw a five-million-dollar check at me and told me to leave her son.
Before I could even respond, the door was kicked open.
Finn stood in the doorway.
He raised his phone and played a forged recording.
“My mom needs the money… I know I’m not good enough for him… I’ll leave him…”
He didn’t listen to my explanation.
He dragged me out of the hospital room, shoved me into a car, and took me to the Vitale estate on Long Island.
The room he locked me in had bars on the windows.
There were listening devices hidden in the walls.
“You’re my wife,” he said coldly.
“What’s the difference between a wife and a prisoner?”
For six months, I endured his imprisonment and endured him bringing women to the room next to mine.
The women he brought home.
Every night, their moans echoed through the walls.
Meanwhile, Finn was on a private island, celebrating his mistress Isabella Moretti’s birthday.
A forty-million-dollar island.
A heart lit up in the sky by drones.
Isabella said,“he never loved you. You were just a mistake.”
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.
But I knew one thing: escape, or face death.

This was the most miserable Christmas I had ever experienced.
On Christmas Eve night, my husband brought his mistress home and demanded that I, his pregnant wife, leave with nothing.
On this day, I lost my husband and also lost the child in my womb...

They pulled my husband Beckett’s car out of the Avery River at four in the morning.
I was sitting in the reception area of the Ardenvale police station, having waited all night. Everyone thought I was just the pathetic wife—the one who had been humiliated at her mother-in-law’s birthday banquet, went home early, and panicked when her husband never returned.
No one knew that from the moment I dialed 911, this was exactly the news I had been waiting for.
He was dead. And I was the one who made it happen.

On the night my grandmother died, my husband Kael came home trailing blood.
His leather motorcycle jacket was soaked dark red, yet he flashed a savage grin: "I wiped the floor with those bastards tonight!"
For three years, he had treated our home as nothing more than a pit stop between reckless street races.
I’d finally had enough. "After the funeral, we're getting a divorce."
Before the words fully left my mouth, my phone rang. It was his riding partner, Lunn, his voice choking with sobs: "Sera... Kael drove off the cliff tonight. They only recovered bloody pieces of his helmet!"
But the "dead man" was standing right in front of me...

My husband often made me suffer for the sake of my younger sister, even divorcing me because of her.
My parents gave all their love to my sister and neglected me.
My husband and parents even had my sister perform surgery on me.
But they didn't know that my sister had no idea how to perform surgery.
It didn't matter though, because I no longer cared.
On Christmas Day, when they were celebrating, they finally remembered me.
But I was already dead.

For five years, I had turned Preston Tanner from a broke kid who could barely afford tuition into one of Silicon Valley's hottest young founders.
I thought we would do exactly what we had promised back in that garage—take our AI healthcare startup public, ring the opening bell together, and get married.
Until today.
At the product launch that would determine whether we landed our Series A, Preston stood before the press and credited the core algorithm patent I had spent seventy-two sleepless hours developing to a girl who couldn't even write Python.
"Sloane, you're already my fiancée," he said. "Willow needs this patent to strengthen her green-card application."
Staring at his utterly self-righteous face, I felt sick.
I didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, he had rotted from the inside out.
And if he was rotten, it was time to throw him away.

"I, Dominic Thorne, hereby reject you as my fated mate." Those words shattered my soul in front of the entire pack. Eighteen years old, and I still couldn't complete a full shift—the "defective reject" everyone loved to mock. But what nobody knew was the monster sleeping inside me. When a stranger with golden eyes found me bleeding in the forest and whispered, "You're not broken. You're something the world hasn't seen in a thousand years," I realized my rejection was only the beginning. Something ancient is waking up inside me. And it's hungry.

For 300 days, Wendy Bailey believed she was building a family. An orphan who finally found love, she swallowed her husband's "pregnancy vitamins" like sacred vows—until she overheard the truth.

She wasn't a wife. She was a womb.

Aaron Hill's real plan: extract his heir, then bury her in a mental institution—clearing the throne of Mrs. Hill for his precious first love, Aria.

"Once she's on the delivery table, she dies after giving birth."

He wanted a son. He wanted her gone.

But Wendy already dialed the clinic. The abortion is scheduled.

Now the bleeding orphan he treats like a dog is about to teach the Hill dynasty a lesson: a vessel can shatter—and take everything down with it.

How much will it cost Aaron when he realizes he destroyed the only woman who ever truly loved him?

Revenge is coming. And it's wearing his ring.

For three years, the man I met online has called me Mistress. I've never seen his face.

Tonight, a bullet tears through my shoulder at my mafia family's welcome dinner. I hide in a linen closet, but the hitman follows me. A silver tag slips from under his shirt: Vee's Good Boy. I gave it to him. He doesn't know the woman behind the door is the one he's been begging to meet.

I text him an order. His gun vanishes from the doorway. Then his footsteps come back.

Elroy has severe OCD. In the ten years we've been together, he's never allowed me to eat in his car.
On our tenth anniversary, we made plans to watch the stars together.
But just as I reached the mountaintop, my phone rang—it was him.
"Something came up at work. I can't make it tonight. You go ahead and enjoy the view."
The moment he hung up, I saw his female classmate's post about returning to the country.
Catalina was sitting in his passenger seat, holding a half-eaten piece of cake in her hands.
【Someone was afraid I'd get hungry coming back so late, so he specially brought me this little cake～】
Another picture showed Catalina's shoes—still on—planted firmly on the passenger seat.
【He says I'm the only exception to his OCD～ I can do whatever I want in his car, hehe.】
I looked up at the twinkling stars above me, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
This was the tenth time he'd abandoned me.
Every single anniversary without fail, this "female classmate" of his would show up.
I once tried to gently tell him: "I don't want to be interrupted like this every time."
Elroy looked at me with displeasure. "Interrupted? Catalina is my friend. Can you not be so petty?"
The cold wind howled across the mountaintop. Catalina's words stuck in my heart like a thorn, stinging until my eyes grew wet.
After ten years, I'm done with this relationship.

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

Shana‘s world turned up side down when she realized she was wolfless. However, when Shana got bullied as the wolfless transfer student in a new school, the hot hockey captain suddenly ran to her and lifted her in his arms.


"You were there for me when I needed you. Now, it's my turn to be there for you."
Blinking in astonishment, I found myself staring into the familiar face of Bear—
the chubby-cheeked, infectious-smiled, and brilliantly blue-eyed best friend I had thought I had lost.

"Run little she-wolf, as far as you can because if I ever catch you, your worst fucking nightmare will become your reality.” He whispered dangerously, his grip on me painfully tight.
A smile curled the corner of my lips, and I raised an eyebrow, running the tip of my nail down his chiselled jaw challengingly.
“Oh but you’re wrong Blue-Eyes because I am the stuff of nightmares, and I'm here to create hell in your life. Not scared, are we?”
Icy blue eyes met my unblinking bright blue.
“I'm warning you, don’t mess with me.” He growled.
“Oh? But the thing is, I always do what I'm not supposed to.”

Azura Rayne Westwood. Known for her devilish ways and wild personality, was the youngest child of the renown Westwood couple. From her days at the Academy, word of her antics spread far and fast, yet there was far more to the young nineteen-year-old woman.
The skeletons of the past are never left buried, and life isn't all as carefree as Azura portrays it to be. When demons from her past begin to make life difficult, she ends up making an even bigger mistake. Spending a night of intense passion unknowingly with the infamous stone-hearted Leo Rossi, changing her life forever.
When Leo finds out that the woman he bedded was from none other than one of the packs he resents the most, he turns away from her, but he forgot one very vital detail; Azura was no angel, and when you mess with the Westwood Devil, you're tied for life.
In a journey of passion, fire, strength and rejection, who will triumph?
The young girl with the heart of fire, or the Alpha who yields nothing but hatred and resentment?

Mistaken for a runaway bride, Mildred's ordinary life is shattered when she's forced to marry the Alpha King. Trapped in a castle of secrets, she's a pawn in a deadly game she doesn't understand. When danger strikes, Mildred must face her greatest fear to save the kingdom and the heart of a king who never wanted to love her. Will their bond be their undoing, or will it be the key to their survival?

"You're nothing but a worthless breeding machine trying to seduce our Alpha!" Scarlett shrieked, her claws inches from my throat.

"Do it," I whispered to the voice in my head.

Scarlett lunged, the massive red wolf aiming for a fatal blow. Time seemed to slow down. An ancient, icy power erupted from my core, and with a strength that was not human, I slammed her violently into the dirt.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Even Alpha Acheron took a step forward, his silver eyes wide with shock.

"Impossible," Scarlett choked, her eyes filled with sudden fear.

As she whimpered and scrambled backward, I flexed my partially transformed arm, the silver fur shimmering with an ethereal glow.

"I'm not worthless," I growled, my voice laced with the ancient power of the silver wolf. "If you dare touch me again, I'll tear you to pieces."

"And this Alpha, this man, he belongs to me!"

For the first time, my voice was filled with intimidation and dominance.

As if being sold as a slave wasn't enough, she has to bear the ruthless alpha king a heir which she does,but in his absence, because she had to run to save her life and that of her babies.

Years later, she returned but not as the pathetic little girl that she was. she is now a woman sort after by many alphas and he would have to fight them all to win her back.

"You're quivering for me," he growled against my ear, his hand already slipping beneath my waistband, teasingly slow. His fingers traced through my hidden depths, unraveling the secrets I kept buried—body and soul.


Dean was in the next room—my Alpha, my mate, the father of the child I’d concealed for seven years. But I didn’t care.
Not with Luca. Not when every inch of me already surrendered to his touch, claimed by the heat of his desire.

I grew up believing I was wolfless—just a girl with no future in a pack that worshipped power. Until one reckless night with Alpha Dean changed everything.
He left me with a memory…And a child. I ran because I knew what happened to illegitimate Royal blood. They’re ridiculed. Rejected. Labeled Bastards before they can even walk.
Now, seven years later, fate dragged me back. Dean is searching for his Luna, and I’ve been chosen as a candidate. He looked me in the eye… and rejected me in front of the entire pack.I thought it was over.

But then Luca—Dean’s hybrid brother stepped forward. He shouldn’t want me.
I’m off-limits, broken, a mother. But the way he touches me says I’m already his. And I know what happens when an alpha claims something: He never lets go.

Can I survive being the prize between two Alphas? And when the truth about my child finally comes out…
Will either of them still choose me?

"MATE!!"
I caught the scent of my mate.
I thought the Moon Goddess had finally answered my prayers. I followed it through the crowd, ready to claim my mate, the woman with curves in all the right places.
Instead, I found Blake, a man with no curves at all.
I am Alpha Nate, the most powerful wolf in the region, and I have built my entire reputation on hating everything Blake represents. The Moon Goddess did not bless me. She punished me.
I tried to reject him on the spot, but Blake refused.
He made me a deal: three months to make me fall in love with him. If he failed, I could reject him and never see him again. I immediately accepted because I knew it was impossible.
I love women, their soft curves, their warmth, everything about them. There is no way a man could ever make me feel the same.
Three months.
That's all Blake has to prove the Moon Goddess didn't make a mistake.
But as the days pass, the line between certainty and doubt begins to blur, and the mate bond refuses to loosen its grip.
With my father—the man who created the law banning same-sex mates and an entire pack waiting for me to reject Blake, every choice I make threatens everything I've ever stood for.
Will I prove that fate was wrong… or discover that the one thing I've spent my life fighting is the one thing I can never escape?

“Just say yes, Ken…” He whispered huskily against her neck. “Be my mate.”
Every part of the female Beta was screaming to say yes, her body very much aware of the Alpha’s presence, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was, “I—I can’t.”


Kendra Sullivan is a feminist… one who believes that she should make her own choices in life, rejecting the laid down roles of women and she wolves, which is to populate the pack and care for their young.
Alpha Killian Silvercrest is cursed, and only his mate can save him and the entire pack from imminent doom. He is desperate, and already enamored by Kendra, and she by him… but their union goes against everything she stands for, and she is the most stubborn person he has ever met.
Torn between her own personal beliefs and saving her Pack, Kendra has to make the greatest sacrifice she has ever made. But what choice will she make?

“If another man dares to glance your way, Annaliese, I’ll blind him. If he dares to speak your name, I’ll cut his throat. You are not for the world to see, not for anyone else to want. You are mine to look at, mine to take, mine to own , and no one… I mean no one else gets a single piece of you.” Cassian heaved, resting his entire face against the crook of my neck. “Do you hear me?”

———————-

To be an omega is to be invisible. To be a wolfless omega is to be prey.

Annaliese had survived years of hell in the Silverpine Pack but nothing could have prepared her for the agony of finding her fated mate in Alpha Cassian Blackthorn, the ruthless and most powerful Alpha in the north. The man who disliked weakness and weak people, the man that looks at her with disgust.

Annaliese had thought that was over until she realizes Cassian’s obsession now borders on madness.

Cassian won’t let her leave the pack house. Won’t let other wolves near her. Won’t stop appearing whenever she goes with wild eyes and clenched fists as if the rejection broke something inside him instead of her.

He doesn’t want her but he can’t let her go.

When Alpha Ronan Visits and shows interest in the worthless Omega everyone else ignores, the fragile control Cassian’s bee clinging to snapped.

Suddenly Annaliese is caught in a deadly game between two Alphas, and she doesn’t know the rules.

But the more she searches for answers, the more she realizes that some truths are buried in blood.

And digging them up might cost her everything.

"You’re being bullied. I’m being harassed and stalked by my past flings, so why don’t we help each other out, nerd?"
"How?"
"It’s easy. Be my girlfriend."
"Like a fake girlfriend?"
"Yeah, that. Your presence is gonna keep those bitches away and I get to keep your bullies away. Problem solved."

When the school's bad boy proposes an enticing offer to the school’s nerd, it feels like the perfect plan at the moment. She becomes his fake girlfriend, resolving his chaotic sexual life, and he gets to defend her from her bullies.
A fantastic plan, with zero loopholes. But what happens when the desires and sentiments set in between them? Do they make a plan out of that too, or are they trapped for life?
Can they find a common ground to groom these intense feelings in a Pack where hierarchy rules, forbidding them from being together? Or would they have to let go of each other?

“Keith…” I breathe, rather wickedly as a hint of a smile appears on my lips. “Are you…aroused?”
“Would you stop?” he bites out. “I have a beautiful girl in my arms - I can’t help how my body reacts.”
“Oh, sure,” I tease.
“Stop. Moving.”
“You know, I’m surprised you saved me,” I begin, wanting to annoy him even more. “Especially because you think my behavior is so - oh, what was it? Immoral?”
“Just because you’re an immoral minx, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be hurt,” he says dryly.
A minx, huh?

--
I‘m pro anti-matebond. My wolf City, however, allows us to mimic the scent that each individual werewolf prefers.

She makes men obsessed with me. They think they’re in love and will do anything I ask of them.

I used my charm and saved my bff from her abusive mate, the beta of Lock Heart pack.

While his alpha, Keith, a mate bond believer, have my charm disabled…

What do you do when you fall in love with the man who hurt your best friend?
Her plan was simple: seduce the scumbag who shattered her best friend's heart, make him crawl, and then ruin him. It was supposed to be a cold, calculated game.
Enter Jason: the campus heartthrob, the future Alpha heir, and—according to Lysa's intel—the target. She played the innocent girl, lured him into her trap, and waited for the perfect moment to strike. She thought she was the cat and he was the mouse.
She didn't know she was hunting a predator who had already claimed her as his Fated Mate.
Now, an Alpha knows his human Mate only approached him to destroy him. And he wants her back anyway.
"The game ends when I say it ends, Lysa. Not when you decide you're bored. When. I. Say."

"You dare kill your own fated Mate—you'll die too!"

The instant the silver knife went in, his pupils shrank. Her answer was to drag him down with her into the freezing depths of the lake.

Three months ago, Serena was the happiest woman in the world. Her husband Miles was gentle and caring, never looking down on her half-human blood. But that glass of heartvine-laced wine at their wedding became the beginning of a nightmare—he delivered her into the Alpha's bedroom with his own hands, all for a chance at promotion.

Her mother driven to death, the entire Pack spitting on her, "BITCH" sprayed across her car—and her husband smiling as he said: "What else is a half-blood good for?"

So she raised the silver knife.

But death wasn't the ending. When she opened her eyes again—her neck was clean, no bite mark, the calendar frozen on the very night it all began. The Alpha's Mating Ball.

Reborn, her eyes were cold as the water at the bottom of a lake.

This time, she would no longer be the drugged prey pushed into that room. She would smile—sweet and obedient—while sending every single person who hurt her and her mother straight to their graves.

And Dominic, the Alpha who once called another woman's name, was seduced by her on purpose this time. He saw through her performance—yet chose to indulge it. Like watching a piece of prey walk knowingly into a trap.

But when their fates truly tangle together—will she still remember she came for revenge?

Sapphire Black, the future Alpha Luna of the 2nd most powerful pack in the region, has never worried about meeting her mate. After all, she has beauty, intelligence, and power; she has made a name for herself and every pack knows it. But, what's she to do when she meets her mate by chance with another woman in his arms?

“Alpha do you feel that?” Asks Ron
“Yea” I growl threateningly, “surround and close in on them now!” I instantly shift and head towards the invader.
5 minutes later we reach the clearing, the invader was a wolf. A beautiful mud reddish brown wolf. It’s big but I can tell it’s a female. Standing my ground I growl indicating I want her to stand down. Instead she growls defiantly and takes a defensive stance. I was about to attack when Ron links me, “Alpha wait! She has a pup with her!”