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On the night legendary Head Elder Zane Valdez is condemned for destroying his own pack's nursery and exposed as a rogue wolf, healer Juliet Sinclair discovers the cruelest twist of fate: he is her destined mate. Before she can save him, the new Alpha exiles Zane into the Forbidden Forest, forcing Juliet into a marriage built on gratitude rather than love. Everyone believes the infamous rogue wolf died that night.

Two years later, relentless rogue attacks push the Nykaris Pack to the edge of destruction. Their last hope arrives with the Alpha of the Kaelvor Pack, a fearless ruler whose name commands respect across the region. To Juliet's disbelief, the powerful Alpha is Zane, alive, stronger than ever, and carrying scars far deeper than the ones carved into his body. Although he agrees to defend the pack that abandoned him, the warmth he once possessed has been replaced by a ruthless heart that refuses to forgive.

Forced to work side by side, Juliet begins uncovering the painful truth behind Zane's exile and the sacrifices he made after losing everything. As her feelings for him awaken once more, the marriage she desperately tried to protect begins to crumble, exposing betrayals, hidden agendas, and a conspiracy that reaches the very heart of the pack.

When the truth behind the nursery explosion finally emerges and an army of rogue wolves descends upon the werewolf world, Juliet and Zane must fight not only for their second chance at love but also for the future of every wolf condemned simply because of the blood running through their veins.

WARNING: This is no sweet love story. It’s raw. Dark. Obsessive. The kind of power, control, pain, and BDSM-fueled pleasure that ruins you for anyone else.

My name is Ashley the good girl but that only got my mate to cheat on me with another man on our engagement ritual and the pack labeled me a rejected mate. Vodka couldn’t drown the shame. Nothing could.

I was already labeled a laughing stock so I might as well do the most forbidden thing ever by fucking
the ruthless Alpha Kaden who happens to be my father’s best friend.

BLURB

For four years, Avrielle lived in a gilded cage of gratitude, cherished by a husband who stayed by her side after a tragic accident left her paralyzed. She believed she was a beloved wife—until she found the diary. Inside were the jagged words of a man trapped by guilt, dreaming of a divorce and the woman he truly loved.

Now, Avrielle has twenty-four hours to play the part of the happy bride one last time. While Kayden performs a mask of devotion, she is orchestrating a silent escape that will strip him of everything. But as the clock ticks down to her flight to Switzerland, the lines between her revenge and her lingering love begin to blur.

What if all she believed in was a lie... What if she caused her own destruction?

Alexander Gray never suspects his investment consultant Vera is the hidden trillion-dollar heiress of Sterling Holdings. Fed up with restrictive elite life, she hides her identity to work an ordinary job. A sudden encounter with her boss sparks a thrilling secret romance—professional by day, irresistibly intimate by night.
When Alexander’s mother offers $50 million to drive her away, Vera shuts down her arrogance with a $100 million counteroffer. Her extraordinary talents soon surface, bringing huge profits and stunning the entire board. Once her true identity is revealed, the cold-hearted CEO falls madly in love, cherishing her genuine self over her wealth. A sizzling billionaire romance packed with shocking reversals and sweet true love!

For seven years, Elara sacrificed her blood to her wolf family, only to be betrayed by her husband and own child for a fake savior and a handful of candy. She abandons all love, awakens her ancient vampire queen power, and delivers brutal, unforgiving karmic punishment to everyone who drained and deceived her. No forgiveness, only eternal solitude atop her blood-stained throne.

In this apocalyptic world of extreme heat, I fight for water in the underground black market, and I risk my life to hoard supplies.
My internet-famous roommate enjoyed my efforts while hiding in the air-conditioned room, panting softly in front of three fill lights: "We need to slow down and reconcile with nature."
Later, she stole my supplies and sold them to drug lords, causing me to be roasted alive on the riverbed.
After being reborn, I turned and left.
"Don't you like a slow-paced life? Stay here and enjoy it."
The end times have only just begun.

"Abort her mutt. Liora is carrying my true pureblood heir."
My Alpha husband’s voice was ice-cold as I bled out on the delivery bed.
The woman he was protecting? My fiercely loyal best friend.
While I was screaming in pain, biting my lips bloody to birth his child, he was in the next room, making her moan. He killed our baby.
When I returned from burying my only family in the freezing rain, his guards threw holy water in my face.
"Wash her," Lachlan ordered coldly. "The stench of death on her will harm Liora's pup."
I stared at the man who once took nine lashes of a barbed whip just to marry me.
In one night, he aborted my baby to save hers. He let my grandmother die of shock. He tossed me a bag of gold like a beggar and told me to stop causing drama.
So, I took the gold, packed my bags, and vanished into his world.

Three days after I died, the morgue called my husband Sebastian to collect my ashes.
He was kissing another woman when he hit speaker, his voice cold and dismissive: "She's dead? Cremate her. Don't call me again."
And just like that, my body was wheeled into the cremation chamber.
When he finally showed up to collect my remains, he smashed the urn on the floor and ground every fragment of my ashes into the tile with his shoe.
"Playing dead? What a pathetic stunt," he sneered. "Tell her the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up. She'd better show up at the cemetery on her knees, or even if she really is dead, I'll scatter her ashes in the sewer myself."
But he didn't know—I truly was dead.
My soul was bound to him, forced to drift at his side as he planned a lavish wedding with his adopted sister Claire—his mother's true killer.
By the time he discovered the truth and exposed Claire at the altar, I had already vanished.
He lost his mind, racing to the ocean to search for my ashes.
Never knowing that the remains he'd crushed like garbage under his shoe—the "fake ashes" he'd dismissed as part of my act—
Were all that was left of me.

Every night, dragging noises come from the floor above.
The neighbor claims he just can’t sleep, yet he stares at my window and grins in the dead of night.
Later, he dies.
But at two in the morning, I still get a text message from him.
Someone else warns me: Don’t go to the sixth floor.
The police say this building doesn’t even have a sixth floor.
Yet I’ve seen people go up there with my own eyes.
Where exactly does this so-called sixth floor lead?
Who really died?
And who on earth is the one texting me?

I've married sixteen dead men for a living. My seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.
I was born knowing one thing: the dead can speak one last time — but only to a spouse.
So I marry dead men. Rich families pay me to wed their fresh corpses, carry the last words sealed inside me, and read the testament out before the heirs. Then I burn the marriage certificate, and the marriage ends at the grave. Starting price: six hundred thousand dollars.
This morning, the Crane heir drowned in his own pool. Twenty-eight, obscenely rich, not one word left behind. The family offered five million and a private jet. By my count — my seventeenth husband. By a wide margin, the handsomest.
I said "I do" to a corpse for the seventeenth time. Then I called for his last words.
Silence. Sixteen weddings, sixteen voices. Husband number seventeen had nothing to say.
Because my seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.

I lent my Bugatti to my secret boyfriend for clout. He repaid my trust by gifting my car to a scheming cheerleader, letting her publicly humiliate and frame me. The whole school mocked me as a poor garage keeper’s daughter, unaware I’m the hidden billionaire heiress behind the supercar. Now I’ll destroy his fake rich life and avenge every insult.

For three years, I deliberately suppressed my grades to rank under my boyfriend William, paving his way to our promised Cambridge exchange. I overheard him and my best friend Maddie confess they framed me for plagiarism in my past life, driving me to jump off the 38th floor, yet they still carried on an affair. They lied and ignored my pain afterward. Heartbroken, I secretly applied to Cambridge alone. The twist? My years of hiding my brilliance were never selfless sacrifice. I collected all their dirty secrets. I’m going to Cambridge not to flee, but to ruin every dream they cling to.

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.

The day I secured the finale at New York Fashion Week, my adopted sister was in a car crash that left her completely blind.
And so began a ruthless campaign to destroy my life.
Listening to me prepare for the runway, she touched her heavy gauze bandages and wept bitterly. "You're so brilliant, Valora. Not like me... I'm just a useless, blind burden."
To placate her, our brother burned my core design sketches to ashes.
On the day of the show, my finale haute couture gown was maliciously slashed to ribbons. My reputation was left in ruins, and every single sponsor pulled their funding.
Later, she live-streamed her suicide attempt from a rooftop, sobbing that a disabled girl like her didn't deserve to be loved.
My husband dropped to one knee in front of the entire world and slipped the custom diamond ring—my ring—onto her finger.
That very night, I was dead-bolted inside my roaring, fire-engulfed studio.
With toxic smoke searing my lungs, I dialed my husband's number for help, only to be met with his frustrated, impatient voice:
"Serafina is blind! The fire alarms have her terrified! Stop being so damn petty and jealous right now!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of her accident. The day she faked her blindness.

I waited five years for a heart transplant.
My mother—the Luna of our Pack, the healer everyone worships—gave it to someone else.
An orphan girl she took in. A girl who now calls her "Mom."
Ivy got my heart. She got a wolf. She got a mate and a wedding so grand the whole Pack attended.
Me? I watched from the corner, still dying, while my mother smiled for the cameras and accepted praise for her "selfless sacrifice."
When I finally snapped at the ceremony, she slapped me. Told me to apologize. Said I was embarrassing the family.
I'm her actual daughter. I'm the one who can't shift, can't feel a mate bond, can't survive another six months.
But sure. I'm the problem.
They wanted me to stay quiet and die gracefully.
I chose to make sure everyone sees who their perfect Luna really is.

On our fifth anniversary, Caspian gifted me a luxury yacht bearing my name. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive.
But when I finally conceived his child and prepared to share the news, his mistress sent me photos—him cradling a baby she'd given him, his eyes filled with a tenderness I'd never seen.
Five years of waiting, five years of infertility—all an elaborate lie.
He once whispered in my ear: "Even if every man in the world betrays his wife, I never will. You're my life. Without you, I can't survive."
I quietly packed, left behind my pregnancy report and all the evidence, and drove away. Three hours later, he received the call: my car exploded on the highway. No survivors.
From that day on, the most powerful man in Valen City lost his mind completely.

"The Draganovs are moving on Celeste tonight. I'm taking her to the safe house. We'll do the claiming after this, Orla. I promise."
That's what my husband said the seventh time he chose Celeste over me.
Celeste. The girl he'd loved since before he had a wife to ignore.
The first time, she heard footsteps outside her window at two in the morning. Rafael sent his whole detail to sit on her house and left me at a meeting with two men who wanted our shipping routes and didn't like being told no. I came home with a bullet crease across my ribs. He apologized for a week.
The third time, someone tipped the cops on one of our warehouses and she got scared. He drove her upstate himself. I took a knife at the door because there was no one left standing in front of me.
By the sixth time, he didn't explain. He just texted the doctor to be ready for me and left.
He's a Don. When the guns come out, he walks away clean. I'm the one wearing his name where everyone can see it. The one they aim at first. Six scars say so.
Every time, he held my face after and promised. Founders' Day. In front of every family in the city. Once Celeste was safe. I believed him six times.
So when the seventh time came and he chose her again, my bags were already packed.
There won't be an eighth time he sends me out to die for her. Next time, there won't be a wife left for him to send.

For the tenth time, James Smith left me behind because of a call from his female student.
But it was as if I had become a different person—I no longer doubted that there was something ambiguous between James and his student.
Even on our wedding anniversary, when he abandoned me in the remote mountains for Sophia's sake, I bore no resentment.
Eventually, James began to sense something.
"Emily, you seem different," he said.
I shook my head with a smile.
Because I had simply made a different choice from the one in my past life.

Six weeks after his girlfriend had twins, my husband got himself fixed. He billed it to my insurance.
Then he spent nine years driving me to fertility clinics. Two surgeries. Four rounds of shots. He held my hand every time and told me next time.
The whole town said it was my fault. His mother asked me every Sunday if there was any news.
I died at forty-four. Three days before the end I couldn't open my eyes, but I could hear them over my bed. The girl I bought a purple bicycle for called him Dad.
Then I opened my eyes and I was thirty-four again, on a gurney, waiting for them to open me up one more time.
Last time I lay back down and let them do it. I did it three more times after that.
This time he's paying me back for all nine years, one line at a time.
The nurse asked me to confirm my date of birth. I did. Then I told her I wasn't doing it.

The stepbrother I grew up with was a golden boy, a star varsity quarterback everyone had high hopes for.
But for a street-level delinquent, he abandoned his Ivy League future.
Desperate to pull his life back on track, I tried to expose his toxic girlfriend.
Yet, he hated me to the bone for it.
For her, he ruthlessly dragged our family into the crossfire of a deadly gang dispute, causing us all to meet a violent, tragic end.
I never expected fate to rewind the clock.
To give me a second chance.

I spent three hundred years winning Varen Ashworth's war. Bled for him. Handed him my army, my secrets, the healing blood from my own chest. He'd be nothing without me.
On his coronation day, he announced his queen—and it wasn't me. It was Elara. Some trembling, doe-eyed girl he'd pulled out of a Demon camp. He told me I could stay on as her handmaid.
I laughed, voided the contract, and walked out.
Because I've lived this life before. Last time, I exposed Elara. Saved his throne. He thanked me—then slaughtered my entire bloodline.
This time, I'm not saving anyone.
This time, I'll watch him figure out exactly what kind of woman he picked over me. And when his whole world comes apart—he'll be on his knees, begging the one person who could've stopped it.
I won't be listening.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

I was just on the phone with my husband. He was stuck in traffic, apologizing for being late to our anniversary dinner. Forty minutes later, detectives are at my door, claiming he died in a crash three days ago. If Silas is dead, who just sent me a text?

At my boyfriend's exhibition party, I went into anaphylactic shock after eating the cake Mia handed me.
I stumbled, reaching for my EpiPen, only for Mia to snatch it out of my hand and crush it under her heel.
"Give... it back..." I choked out, grabbing onto my boyfriend's arm.
He just shook me off, disgusted. "Chloe, can you stop being so dramatic? It's not that big a deal."
"Yeah, Mia's basically family," one of his friends chimed in. "You're being way too jealous and controlling."
Nobody was listening to me anymore.
With the last of my strength, I pressed down on the hidden button on the side of my watch — the one I'd never had to use before.

At last season's Grand Olfactory Gala, Vivienne Harrow presented my formula before I could reach the stage.
I confronted her. She asked where my proof was.
I had nothing. The formula had never left my head — no notes, no records, nothing. I didn't know how she'd gotten it.
I died not knowing.
Then I opened my eyes, and she was already reaching for me.
"Not this time."
I stepped back.

In my last life, I was the one who stopped it.
The second I recognized what was in that cup—a cold medicine loaded with compounds that end any pilot's career on contact with a drug screening—I knocked it out of Ivy's hands. Reid shoved me so hard I hit the coffee table. He got his four stripes anyway. Then he publicly destroyed my reputation, stood by while his fans harassed me off the internet, and smiled when I was pushed down a flight of stairs.
I died knowing he never looked back.
This time, I come back as myself: senior aviation medical officer, five years into a relationship with a man I now see clearly. When Ivy holds out that same cup with that same bright smile, I already know exactly what's in it.
I take a step back.
"Drink it while it's hot," I tell him. "Don't leave a drop."
I spent one lifetime being everyone's safety net. Not this time.

My two best friends killed me over a girl who'd been dead six months.
Lila Bishop never got a single offer. So she cried and clung until Cole and Wes were ready to throw away their full rides and follow her to nowhere. I tried to stop them — they called me jealous and cut me off. So I went over their heads. I called their moms. I fixed their signing papers myself, the night before the deadline.
Six months later Lila was gone, and they blamed me. They dragged me to the roof of our gym and threw me off.
Then I opened my eyes — three months back, the day it all started.
Last time, I broke myself trying to save them.
This time, I'd let them jump.

I'm just a stay-at-home mom. Old T-shirt, secondhand car, nobody ever looks at me twice.
At the school fundraiser, my husband's mistress put a peanut in my seven-year-old's mouth. He's severely allergic. As he choked on the grass, she crushed my hand under her heel and kicked his EpiPen straight into the lake.
"One worthless little life," she said. "So what if it's gone."
She's wearing my clothes. My jewelry. Spending my money. She calls me trash in front of the whole school and threatens to have my legs broken.
She thinks she's untouchable, because she's the wife of a Wall Street golden boy.
What she doesn't know is that every dollar he has, every thread she's wearing, even the air she's breathing — all of it belongs to me.
I walked away from that world to raise my son in peace.
She just gave me a reason to come back.

Three years ago, my fiance Marco Ferrante walked out on our engagement for his mistress Vivienne Salas — and now they're both back, kicking in my door and screaming that my baby isn't his.
He's right. It's not his.
It belongs to the most dangerous man in Verrano.
And Marco just put his boot through the Devil's only heir.

After I took in my first love, she promised she'd always be good to me.
But after my mother died in a car accident, I found her in our home—with another man.
She told everyone Colin was her true love, that I was just a little brother she never wanted, and that I was the one who couldn't let go.
Everyone turned against me. My father had a stroke from the rage. Colin even had someone run me over—cost me an eye.
Seven years later.
I stood outside a convenience store holding flowers when I saw them.
Audrey's daughter looked at me with pity. "Mom, that man only has one eye... Is he selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.

“I love the noises you make when I go down on you, it turns me on and you taste so sweet, like honey.” 

When Charlie started dreaming about her ideal lover, she had no idea he could ever be real, or her boss and fated mate.

After finally getting her dream job, Charlie meets the CEO for the first time only to find out he's the man who has fulfilled her every sexual desire in her dreams. This delicious, muscular, perfect man has been haunting her dreams for months, showing her everything she had always wanted but never thought she could have until she met him.

It turns out that him being her boss is just the tip of the iceberg in what becomes an insane adventure of her discovering the supernatural is real, her true parentage, and a world she had no idea existed. All the while a sinister force is looming over her and her Alpha lover, threatening to destroy the world as she knows it.

"What you loved, my fair lady. wasn't me, but an illusion, a lie you were so eager to believe". his smile didn't reach his ears as he looked at her, noticing the amount of pain and betrayal her face carried.

"Can you say that you still love me? The real me, with all my ugliness? can you still look over everything I've done to you and say that you love me?". He searched her eyes, hoping to find even a shred of love left in them. But just as he expected, there was none for he had destroyed it all with his own hands.

"And now what?"

"Now, It is Goodbye...", He said as he placed her on the ground, "Go back to your life, the one you had before me. Forget the the beautiful lies, forget the monstrous truths, forget me and live."

Taking few steps away, she watched him carefully, afraid it might be but another trap, seeing he didn't make any moves towards her, she turned around, ready to leave but she felt his iron grip back on her arm before she was pulled into a desperate, bittersweet kiss.

Born as an illegitimate daughter of the King, sent away to live among the priests, Sara had a dull and meaningless life, believing she was a hidden disgrace, a black page in her father's honorable history, but her life was turned upside down when she decides to look for some answers about her true identity, and she finds herself in a journey of love, survival, secrets and heartbreaks, especially when she falls into the clutches of a demon lord who tells her she is the quill that would write the rest of their world's history...

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Warning: This book contains mature content

Milicent Stark knows what it means to endure. She has endured hardship, grief and bullying all her life. She’s the girl people laugh at, the one they ignore, the one they shove aside, and she’s fine being invisible.

When she accepts a job to be a live-in nanny, she expects long nights and screaming children. What she doesn’t expect is Romeo Sinclair, the school’s star Quarterback, and her worst enemy.

Roman Sinclair is Riverfield High’s star quarterback, adored, untouchable and complicit in every bullying. At school, he watches his girlfriend and teammates tear Milly apart. At home, he wants nothing to do with her.

Somewhere between stolen glances and shared silence, hate begins to fracture, and something unexpected begins to bloom. Romeo must choose between the role he’s expected to play and the girl who might cost him everything.

Lucia was destined to spend her life with Kaden; everyone knew it as a fact. Yet, on the day of the mating ritual, he chose another woman to be his Luna, instead of his predestined mate.

Feeling rejected and humiliated, Lucia resolved to leave. The only problem was that despite not wanting her, Kaden refused to let her go. He claimed he would rather die than watch her walk away.

A mysterious man who has entered her life became her second-chance mate, will he be strong enough to protect her from Kaden's irrational behavior? Is he truly a better option? Will Lucia find acceptance in her new home?

My name is Hazel Valentine and I am 18 years old. I was raised by my rich aunt and uncle because my parents died.
I woke up in a completely strange room.
With no time to think or explore, I hear a series of footsteps and the voices of two men talking.
Had I been kidnapped and sold to the old man?
I ducked into the closet and peered through a crack to see the two men entering.
They were so handsome and after I listened to their unbelievable conversation and even forgot the dangerous situation I was in.

"Do you like it when I touch you here?" I cupped her pussy.
"Yes," she sighed, "I love it when you touch me there."
I added another finger and pumped faster.
"Oh God, don't stop - ohhhh!" She screamed out.

My name is Zander Knight and I am 25 years old. I am the alpha of the largest pack in the world and my wolf is called Demon Wolf.
Lately I've been burnt out from all the trouble witches and rogues have been causing. But I'm good at dealing with them so that's not what bothers me the most.
I can't cum with other women since I had a dream about a beautiful woman eight months ago.
To add insult to injury, with only a few months to go until I turn 26, I won't be able to lead my pack anymore if I don't find a MATE.
I'm going crazy.

I didn't know the stranger in the club was a devil. I didn't know he’d been watching me for years.

Dmitri Thorne is the undisputed king of Hudson University—a hockey star with a lethal slap shot and a heart of ice. To the world, he’s a god. To me, he was a one-night mistake I never intended to see again

Then my mother married his father.
Now, the "Devil of the Ice" lives across the hall. He doesn't want a sister. He wants a captive. He has turned his family’s penthouse into my golden cage, clearing a path through anyone who dares to look my way. But as the secrets of our fathers’ pasts begin to bleed into the present, I realize Dmitri’s obsession isn't just dark—it’s a trap.

Four years ago, I ran to the edge of the world to escape him. I traded my name for a lens and my heart for a camera. But the Devil doesn't forget. And he’s finally come to France to collect his debt.

It's a gripping story and an overwhelming love!

After being betrayed by his ex-wife and disbelieving in love, Igor Durand, a strong and seductive billionaire, decides never to mix love with pleasure again. Enhanced by his very peculiar job, he, a retired assassin, meets Becca Moreau, a mind-blowing woman who has just arrived in his country.
It was supposed to be just another night of pleasure between them, but the connection was so strong that a spark of feelings took them by surprise. But Becca has no idea that her lover has such a troubled past.
Can their passionate love overcome everything?

A future Alpha whose life begins to depend on her presence.

A god in disguise hiding secrets far older than the pack itself.

And a powerful witch who would tear the entire pack apart just to claim her.

They all want to monopolize her, but how could she choose when she could have them all?


In Blazing Moon Pack, fate is law.

Every wolf must obey the mate chosen by destiny. Even if that bond destroys them.

Tyra has hated the system her entire life. She watched it break her mother, and she swore she would escape before it could claim her too.

But on the night every young wolf receives their wolf, Tyra realizes something heart shattering.

She has no wolf.

Declared moonless, she is stripped of status and forced into servitude for the very royals she despises. A ritual is done to erase her ability to love, turning her into nothing more than a living tool. But it didn't work.

Soon Tyra finds herself trapped in the center of dangerous attention, caught between powerful forces that refuse to let her go.

The pack believes a moonless girl is powerless. But they are about to discover just how wrong they are.

Because even though Tyra has no wolf, she might be the most dangerous thing the pack has ever created.

Riley Cold was born an Alpha’s daughter, yet she has spent her entire life treated like a disgrace. A latent wolf unable to fully shift, she is mocked by her pack, rejected by her own blood, and used by the father who sees her as nothing more than a bargaining piece. Forced to survive in a world where weakness is unforgivable, Riley learns to sharpen her claws in silence. She becomes fierce, defiant, and impossible to break.
Everything changes the night she wakes inside a hidden mountain den ruled by the ruthless Alpha, Rex Goodwin.
Feared by enemies and obeyed without question, Rex is power wrapped in cold control. He expects loyalty. Submission. Fear. What he does not expect is Riley Cold — the girl who looks him in the eye and refuses to bow.
Their connection is immediate. Dangerous. Forbidden.
The more Riley fights him, the stronger the bond between them becomes, igniting tension that threatens to tear the pack apart. But while sparks fly between Alpha and rebel, darker forces begin to close in. Old grudges awaken. Rival packs circle like predators. And Riley’s father is willing to sacrifice anything — including his own daughter — to claim the power hidden inside her.
Because Riley was never weak.
The truth buried within her latent wolf could destroy packs, challenge Alphas, and change their world forever.
Now hunted by enemies and trapped between hatred and desire, Riley must decide who she truly is: the broken girl everyone underestimated… or the force powerful enough to bring even the strongest Alpha to his knees.

Kaelani Quinn had her entire future planned.
Win the tournament. Graduate. Become a pack doctor.
Simple.
Then a dream changes everything.
When Kaelani discovers she is the heir to an ancient line of witches, her carefully planned life begins to unravel. Strange powers awaken inside her, mysterious symbols appear on her skin, and a hidden altar tree—the only thing capable of stabilizing her growing magic—has vanished without a trace.
As her powers spiral out of control, Kaelani finds herself caught between three very different Alpha heirs. Liam Grey, the easygoing newcomer who quickly becomes her friend. Kieran Vale, her younger sister's boyfriend who suddenly can't stop seeking her out. And Zaire King, the powerful heir from Red River who knows far too much about her magic and refuses to explain why.
With rumors spreading through school, dangerous secrets surfacing, and enemies beginning to hunt what she is becoming, Kaelani must uncover the truth about her bloodline before her magic consumes her completely.
Because she isn't just a wolf.
She isn't just a witch.
And the truth about what she is could change the supernatural world forever.

“Mom, what happens to your rank once you are rejected?” I sat down on the chair in front of my desk and leaned on the back studying her. “I mean, you were chosen by the moon goddess to be that rank, right?” I frowned and she nodded. “But then you are rejected … What happens to your rank?”

My mind kept drifting, If it wasn’t running around trying to find Ezra, I was wondering about my rank. Werewolves were considered to be the same rank as their parents until they finished high school and started working in the pack. Once they started their job in the pack, they were given their new rank, or if they were female and they were mated to a higher rank than that of their daily job, they received their mate’s rank.


Blanca had been looking forward to her eighteenth birthday forever. It would be the day she could show everyone that Carlo the alpha wasn't her mate like they all thought ... Until she came down the stairs and saw him ...
Carlo rejects Blanca before he even wished her a happy birthday which sets Blanca on a new path where she meets the rogue thief, Ezra.
Who will win her heart in the end or will she send them both packing?!

Edgar once lived a quiet, controlled life built from the ruins of a tragedy. A brilliant mentor and devoted bibliophile, he spent six perfect years with Amanda.
Until the night she disappeared without a trace, the victim of a brutal, unsolved crime.

Time has passed. The pain remains.

Then, Sara appears.
A gifted young writer with haunting eyes and a presence too familiar to ignore. Her words stir something long buried inside Edgar. Her face echoes Amanda in ways that defy logic.

It's impossible. And yet...

Driven by obsession, Edgar begins watching. Studying. Following. He tells himself it’s curiosity, maybe inspiration. But as the lines between memory and reality blur, his need for answers—and for her—intensifies.

Why does she remind him of Amanda? Who is Sara really?

In a chilling spiral of fixation, grief, and fragile hope, Edgar must confront the truth: is this his second chance at love—or the beginning of a descent he can’t escape?

He died once. No one remembers.

Except Elena.

Years ago, a boy named Samuel drowned. The town mourned and moved on. But when he suddenly reappears—alive and unchanged—Elena is the only one who knows the truth: he shouldn’t be here.

Because she remembers his death. And she remembers the quiet, cold presence of someone else there that day. Someone who let it happen.

Now, time is breaking. Echoes of another life bleed into hers—a life where she is the one who died. And a desperate stranger from that other world is hunting her, not to harm her, but to save her from a fate that’s already written.

To survive, Elena must unravel the only question that matters: Who changed Samuel’s past? And why are they coming for her future?

Some stories begin when time forgets to end.

Ocean is a normal human girl. She went to live with her uncle in New Orleans after her parents death. But there she fell in love with a bad boy who wasn't normal human being.

Moon is a supernatural hybrid creature. But he never knew that he's a hybrid. He was adopted by a werewolf family.

Will he ever be able to find out about his true being?
Will Moon and Ocean ever be together?
What mystery the forest they both are attracted to, holds for them?

It talks about how love can overcome all obstacles irrespective of the situation. If the people involved stay and fight together, they will definitely win.

Fuck, I want to hate him at this moment.
He inches his way lower and lower until he reached my dripping core, He stops and kisses my pussy lips before using his tongue to open me up.
Then he kissed my clit, and I came hard.


Bastet is the leader of the Hunter association founded by her ancestor Abraham Van Helsing. In a male-dominated field, she is the only woman ever to hold the top position, due to the fact her father had no sons. She worked harder than any of her male predecessors, always dutiful to the cause.

However, she is stuck between a rock and a hard place because she loves two men. One man owns her heart while the other owns her soul. However, she must marry and choose her future husband wisely.

Making the wrong way can turn her world turns upside down. During her decision making jealousy and envy shows its ugly head. And threaten to destroy all she holds dear and what he works for.

At nearly 298 years old, Effie is used to things going her way and having perfect control over both her werewolf and succubus sides. She’s content with her life, she has everything she needs to stay at her strongest so she can easily protect herself, the people around her and everything that is hers.
However, something changes that means her control over her succubus starts to wane. Effie has to determine what caused her succubus to become irresistible, and work to limit the effects before too many people get accidentally caught in her web. And that all starts to happen around the full moon too, giving a whole world of new problems for her head of security, Luke, to deal with.
To prevent it all hitting the fan, she’ll need to keep her closest friends close, and do what she can to keep her personal bubble safe from threats.
Her increased strength and abilities lead to problems with the alpha and luna of the local wolf pack, and that’s problems that there will be no return from.
Effie comes out on top, but that’s not before her life and the lives of those around her change forever.

I spent twenty years being invisible. Twenty years making his favorite meals, raising his daughter, loving his family like my own.

On our anniversary, I baked a cake for six hours. He came home and ripped diamond earrings from my ears—they were for his mistress, not me.

My daughter rolled her eyes: "I wish Victoria was my mom."

My five-year-old grandson looked at me with disgust: "You're old and ugly. We want Victoria!"

So I filed for divorce, packed my bags, and called my father—the same father who stands on palace steps, waiting for his daughter to come home.

My ex-husband thought he married a nobody. He's about to discover he threw away a princess.

And when he finally figures out who I really am? It'll be far too late.