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"You are mine. You can't run away from me!"
"I succeed because I don't trust men."

Viola, a country girl goes to New York alone for true love, but her beloved husband Orlando betrays her. Penniless, she took the divorce agreement and left this sad place.

A few years later, the country girl turned into a billionaire, and her ex-husband tried to get back together with her.

"Sign it," Logan said coldly, raising three fingers. "First, don't file for divorce unless I allow it. Second, last at least three years of marriage. Third, take care of each other's business. Because really, we're just strangers."
Victoria's hands trembled as she stared at the contract. "What I need is my daughter's life. What you need is your freedom. Let's not pretend this is a gift."
Once, Logan was the powerful CEO of Dallas Corp. Now, after a tragic accident, he is bound to a wheelchair, consumed by hatred and loss. Victoria, desperate to save her dying daughter, offers him a deal, help her child live, and she will help him reclaim everything stolen from him.
But what begins as a loveless marriage of convenience soon becomes a dangerous entanglement. In a world of betrayal, secrets, and burning grudges, neither of them expected that this contract could awaken something far more dangerous than revenge—love.

He put his wife behind bars to avenge his first love.

For three years, she suffered. Her baby was torn from her arms; her proud family was wiped out; her grandfather’s body was tossed away like worthless garbage.

Yet the real monster was sleeping in his bed—a hypocrite who starved his infant son in a pitch-black, rat-infested basement.

When the truth was buried beneath her scars, she pointed a gun at his chest, tears fading into ice.

"In my next life, I will never love you again."

Then, she stepped off the cliff. He screamed, clutching at the empty air as she vanished.

She died a broken victim.

But she was reborn as his executioner—and this time, mercy was off the table.

Merri Khate Manalo works as the secretary for Evan Alexander Virkin, a heartless, arrogant, demanding, nonchalant, and perfectionist boss. Unfortunately, she is stuck with a boss like him. To make matters worse, her parents died in a car accident, leaving her with ten million pesos in debt.
With her savings gone, she was evicted by her landlady and pursued by loan sharks. As if that wasn’t enough, her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. Merri was on the verge of losing her mind! She had lost her parents, her home, and her money. On top of that, she was betrayed by the people she trusted the most.
Just when she was about to lose faith in life and faced a near-fatal accident with a truck, her boss surprisingly came to her rescue. Even more shockingly, he proposed marriage to her!
“You need help. So do l. My bride ran away with a random man. So, l need a substitute bride, marry me, and you will get everything you need,” he said.
“Not only that, you will have a place to stay. If you live with me, they can’t harm you. So, will you marry me, Merri?”
Is marrying her boss a blessing or another disaster? They are fundamentally different from each other, and she cannot imagine being with him. However, given her circumstances, she knows she cannot be picky. If she is, she might end up either homeless or a companion to an old and ugly loan shark leader. Plus, she can’t stand facing insults from her traitorous ex and former friend. Becoming the substitute bride of her heartless boss might just be the best choice for her!

“My sister escaped this marriage. Now you will take her place.”

My family thought they were sending a useless Omega to die beside a cursed Alpha.

They were wrong.

I arrived at Silvermoon Pack as a replacement bride, expecting cruelty from Kyle—the infamous Alpha who lost his wolf, his power, and half his face after a betrayal.

Instead, I discovered a powerful man trapped inside a broken body. A man who protected me from his own pack, gave me his trust little by little, and awakened a bond neither of us could deny.

While I fight to heal his poisoned body, I uncover a conspiracy hidden inside Silvermoon’s walls. Someone wants Kyle dead. Someone fears the power growing inside me.

Because I am not the worthless Omega they believed me to be.

And when my true identity is revealed, the entire werewolf world will have to bow before the bride they underestimated.

My sister ran away the night before her wedding, so I had to take her place and marry Damian Kovac, the city's most feared don.
I figured he'd throw me in the harbor out of pure rage. Instead, the man wouldn't even touch me.
A month in, still sleeping in the guest room.
I wasn't my sister's level of charming, but I wasn't hard to look at either. And this man couldn't spare me a single glance?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I grabbed the divorce papers I'd already drawn up and stormed toward his study.
Right as I raised my hand to knock, I caught his childhood friend's voice through the door.
"You moved heaven and earth to get the woman you've been hung up on, and now you're icing her out? Didn't think I'd live to see the day."
My hand froze.
The woman he'd been hung up on? Me?

The plan was simple: Break the nephew by seducing the uncle.
Wesley Vance didn't just break my heart; he tried to sell my dignity. So, I went after the only man he feared. The man who owned the city, the empire, and Wesley’s future.
Lance Lawson. He’s cold. He’s untouchable. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. I thought I was the one setting the trap. I wore his shirts, haunted his penthouse, and chipped away at his legendary control until the ice finally cracked.
But I made one fatal mistake. I thought Lance was a man I could use and discard. I didn't realize that once you wake a predator, he never goes back to sleep.
Now, Wesley is gone, the Vance family is in ruins, and I’m trapped in a gilded cage of my own making. Because Lance doesn't want my loyalty. He wants my soul.
I wanted revenge. I got an obsession.

I used to be the Blackwells' best killer. For him, I walked away from that life and became his wife. I even gave him a daughter.

I thought it was redemption. Turns out, it was the start of something worse.

Three years ago, during that shootout at the docks, his first love showed up with his bastard son. When the rival family put guns to both kids' heads, he didn't hesitate. He chose to save her son.

My daughter burned in the explosion.

That was the day the man I loved for ten years died. What's left is just my sworn enemy.

Our ceremony was ambushed underground. One exit. Corvin was the only one who could move fast enough to carry someone out.
In my last life, he chose me — and left Niamh behind. She didn't make it. He spent five years after that making sure I understood what that meant. Every day I woke up was a day she couldn't. When I finally ran out of ways to leave quietly, I chose a window that faced east and walked into it.
Now I'm back. Same corridor, same chaos, same choice.
This time, I said: "Take Niamh."
The way his shoulders came down — like something he'd been holding for years, finally put down — told me everything five years together never did.
He promised to come back. He was already moving when he said it.
I knew I had to get out myself. But the ferals who'd killed Niamh last time found my corridor before I made it to the stairs.

The morning after the Haze, I open my eyes expecting to see the love of my life, my fated mate. Instead, I see... HIM! "This can't be happening!" *** Would you rather live in a world where the impossible is possible or the possible is impossible? Blanca faces an uncertain future when she finds she's mated to the one man she never thought could be her mate. If Kieran is her mate, then her entire life is a lie. Since she's been abused her whole life, that might be a good thing. But this is... wrong on so many levels. Will Blanca find out the truth about her real identity--or be banished from her pack forever? If you like love with a twist, give this one a chance--don't quit too soon, or you'll never find out Blanca's secret!

Kate Brady doesn’t exist. She’s a name on a passport, a voice Jackson Ruspoli has started to trust, a lie built carefully enough to survive inside the walls of Ruspoli Industries. Underneath her is Natalie Cromwell, a woman who died the same year her father did, when his ruined name became the only inheritance she had left.

Getting close to Jackson was supposed to be simple: find the buried proof that clears her father, and disappear before anyone learns her real name. But Jackson isn’t the careless mark she expected.
He’s sharp enough to know something about her doesn’t add up, and dangerous enough that being caught could cost her more than the job.

Then someone else starts using her real name.
Someone who remembers exactly what happened ten years ago, and wants the kind of ending that doesn’t leave room for the truth to matter, only for everything to burn. Now Natalie isn’t just racing to expose what Jackson’s family did. She’s racing to stop a stranger from destroying her only chance to do it right, before she becomes the one person left to blame.

The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to Jackson. And the more she has to lose the moment he finds out who she really is.

She came here to be the hunter. She’s starting to realize she might already be the prey.

I have once killed a man.
He was my first love. Everything about him was like a dream come true until my blindness was lifted, and I realised he was my greatest mistake.
Eugene would beat me to a stupor, yet I played the role of a happy wife on the outside. I had lost two pregnancies because of him, but I hoped he would change. He promised to. He would buy me tons of gifts to apologise, yet he always returned to being the beast he was the very next night.
I could tell no one about the unexpected turn my relationship with Eugene had taken because no one would believe me.
Even when I escaped and ran to an old lady for help, he made me look like the villain.
I had lost hope. I was seven months into my third pregnancy when he tore my skin with a blade. I struggled and struggled until I stabbed him mercilessly.
That should have been my happy ending.
I gave birth to my child and started a new life in a new place.
Like a new dawn, my life was finally becoming perfect... until I woke up to see my daughter drowning in the bathtub.
Written on the mirror was a message in blood.
'I'm back.'
Now, he haunts my baby every night, and I wake up covered in bruises as though he abuses me in my sleep.
I reported every incident to the police, but even though there were clues, no one could find him.
However, in my lowest moment, only Detective Dorian stood by me. He was the only one who made me feel safe.
And he promised to help me catch the person behind my misfortunes.

For three years, she nursed her paralyzed husband, risked her own life testing experimental drugs, and nearly destroyed her health to pull him back from the brink of death.
But on the very day he fully recovered, he held his first love in his arms and declared, “I will take care of her and our child for the rest of my life.”
Heartbroken, she asked for a divorce. In return, he coldly froze all her bank accounts and forced her out of the house with nothing, sneering, “You are nothing without me.”
It was not until she hid her pregnancy test and walked away for good that he finally panicked.

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

He unfastened it, freeing her breasts, and he squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting a moan from her.
"You like that, huh?" he growled playfully in her ear. She didn't respond – she couldn't.
Words had lost all meaning in the wake of the mind-blowing pleasure that coursed through her body. He moved his lips to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue, nibbling them gently before closing his lips around them and sucking. Her body arched towards him, the sensations unbearable and yet not enough.
"Fuck, Dominic," she moaned.


In the shadowed corners of a life marred by neglect and abuse, Ava navigates her existence with a resilience that belies her years. The youngest of six and the only girl, she has become invisible within her own family, her days a relentless cycle of servitude and solitude. Trapped in the confines of a home that feels more like a prison, her only solace lies in the dreams that dance just out of reach, fueling her hope for escape from the cold, dim basement that is both her room and her refuge.

But Ava's world is about to tilt on its axis. The unexpected intervention of a high-ranking mafia official, a figure both feared and revered, offers a flicker of light in her endless night. This man, with his own shadows and secrets, sees Ava in a way no one else has. He offers safety, a concept so foreign yet desperately yearned for. Yet, with his protection comes the tangled web of his world, drawing Ava into a reality far removed from the simplicity of her own struggles.

As she steps tentatively into this new life, Ava must navigate the complexities of trust, the unfamiliar terrain of human kindness, and the realization that strength comes in many forms. Her journey is one of transformation, a path littered with challenges, unexpected alliances, and the daunting task of tearing down the walls she's built around her heart.

This story is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a tale woven with threads of hope, redemption, and the relentless pursuit of a life reclaimed. It's a narrative that asks the reader to believe in the possibility of second chances, not just for Ava, but for the very essence of humanity itself.

As the daughter of the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Agatha was not respected within the pack. She wondered why Alpha and Luna had taken a fancy to her sister and treated her badly. One day, while on patrol along the border, she felt a tear in her heart and went home to rest.
When she opened the door, she saw her mate and her sister, Vera in bed.
How the next?

The universe was full of mystery. If you think that it's only about the world or the Earth, that was a big mistake because the universe has a lot of parallels and in every dimension, there was another world. And that's when this whole thing started.

Centuries ago, when the royal family was assassinated by Aceller, the next alpha of the kingdom of Ice, an evil, selfish, arrogant, murderous half-brother of General Erox Lander, Andrews. He is a very quiet and devoted guy at work. And he came from the fiery kingdom. This dimension has four kingdoms. Fire, ice, water, and air.

Aceller, or Ace, thinks that no one sees him when he kills the queen and the king. But the truth is, someone saw him that night, and it was none other than the princess.

Princess Margaret, who came from the fire kingdom, was a beautiful, kind, naive girl. And the only witness, aside from the magic ring that came from the king, is the magic ring. That ring is called magical because it can record the whole life of the last owner. The princess had no idea and was so very terrified that night. Because of that, she decided to escape and sneak to another dimension. which she never knew. It was the present, meaning whoever crossed the portal would travel through time.


The portal was located in the deepest part of the ocean.

But General Erox Lander, Andrews, They followed her, but in the middle of travelling, they didn't know that in the future there would be another Margaret and Erox.

What they didn't know is that in the future, there will be another soul that looks exactly like them, and they will also go into the ocean.

"Say, who sent you?"
"I... I just want to..." get my money back.
Before Vichy can finish her sentence, Makino interrupts. "Want to be my woman?"
Sure enough, this is another woman who drugs him and tries to get into his bed.
"If you want to die, I will let you get what you want."
"Asshole, you let me go!
"Drugs dare to take, now play with me sex so even..."****

Vichy Colman saved a man, and it turns out to be Makino Field, the richest man in Iugi City.
He is hearsay ruthless, unscrupulous...His has only profit in his eyes without any other thing even his family. When Vichy rescued him, he promised $100 million in reward.

But when that $100 million turns into a pride price to marry her, Vichy shouts, "I only want the $100 million reward, not you!" "You give your life to save me, I can only repay you with my own life."

"Why? Did you ask my opinion about marrying you?"
"So will you marry me?" 'No!
"Then I might as well condescend to marry to your family."
"Makino Field, you has no face."
"Face is worth less than a wife."

"So... I don't want the money then."
"The money has been transferred to your account already. Now it's too late to change your mind."

Vichy is about to crying. She saved a person, and now she needs to devote all of her, TO HIM!

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

"She was MINE before. How could I have known she would find another man so quickly?"
Dresden Wade was pretty sure the goddess was punishing him. Married for half a decade to his childhood sweetheart without a child, he is desperate for a chance to fight his wrongs when he sees her again.
His TRUE mate. The woman he scorned and humiliated all those years ago.
Except that now, she is standing holding hands with another Alpha.
Mara Reid wants nothing to do with the surly, arrogant Alpha that used to be her mate. He had made the earlier parts of her adulthood traumatic to say the least.
So why did meeting him again feel like coming home?
Why did her traitorous heart skip whenever he called her name?

I was the last of the Holy Bloodline. To the Nocturne Clan, I wasn't a Princess—I was a walking incubator, a terrified blood slave bound by the lowest pact to breed their pureblood heirs.
"I promise you... the next child you bear, I will let you raise yourself," my husband,the Vampire Prince, whispered, holding our newborn son wrapped in his sister-in-law's blanket.
He used my body as a shield against silver blades to protect his sister-in-law.
For nine years, I endured the silver whips, the boiling sunlight, and the agony of watching my babies handed over to another woman.
But when I discovered my husband was the very monster who slaughtered my families, I shattered heart turns to ash.
So, I give him exactly what he deserves—a pile of scorched ashes in a dark prison cell.
By the time the Vampire Prince realizes he cannot live without his wife, I am already “dead”.

My Alpha husband made me miscarry seven times—using our children to save his Omega first love.

Each so-called fertility tonic left me permanently infertile.

I once thought he might love me, even just a little—until the pack uncovered photos of his Omega, from girlhood to now.

Even when I caught them together, all I got… was abuse. I need a revenge, to all of you.

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

Renee thought marriage meant forever. But to Clark, she was nothing more than a burden… a mistake he planned to erase. The night of the fire, he made his choice: to leave her behind, to let the flames consume her, and to start over without the wife he once vowed to love for a mistress he once introduced as “Just a Friend”.
But fate had other plans.
Pulled from the ashes by Andrew Kinsley… the man who’d always loved her in silence…Renee was given a second chance at life. Now stronger, sharper, and no longer blinded by love, she returns not as Clark’s wife, but as his nightmare.
With Andrew at her side, Renee is ready to dismantle everything Clark treasures… his career, his reputation, his family… piece by piece.
Because some betrayals don’t deserve forgiveness. They deserve fire.

The world thought I was a broken man after rotting in the Abyss for five years. Even Moretti, the wealthiest mogul in Cold Harbor, dared to point a finger at my nose and demand I kneel.
He razed my estate, seized my daughter, and humiliated my past on a city-wide livestream.
What he didn’t know was that the moment his infrared scanners locked onto me, I had already initiated the sequence for a dormant orbital satellite that had been sleeping above us for five years.
When the skyscraper turns to ash, the man kneeling before me won’t be that arrogant tycoon—only a trembling corpse.
After all, in this city, I don’t believe in reason. I only believe in retribution.

No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth… He would always find me.

Knock. Knock.

I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest.

Just as I was saying... He had found me.

But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist.

I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate.


Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they lived.

But all her hopes were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men.

Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his bestfriend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her.

All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life.


TRIGGER WARNING!

This is a dark romance novel, which might contain some unsettling themes rated 18+. It is everything dark and forbidden. Please, be guided.

Dante Ashford is my stepbrother, and the one person I should never have fallen in love with.

When I was ten, my parents died saving his family. The Ashfords took me in. He was good to me back then. Somewhere along the way, I fell for him.

When I was eighteen, he nearly died in an ambush. I donated blood, then a kidney to save him. I was unconscious for three days. When I woke up, Vivian Ross sat by his bed—and he believed she was his savior.

After that, he pushed me away. Vivian became his fiancée.

In my past life, Vivian's crimes brought disaster to our family. Dante got on his knees and begged me to take her punishment. I refused. She died anyway. Then he pretended to love me, planned our wedding—and on that day, his assistant announced to everyone: "This wedding was a lesson to show Miss Elena Hayes what it feels like to be abandoned by the whole world."

I jumped from the church balcony.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at that moment—him on his knees, begging.

This time, I said yes.

Dante, from now on, we're done.

On the way to the hospital to deliver my baby, rain was coming down in sheets.
Suddenly, my husband slammed on the brakes. He'd spotted his ex-girlfriend standing in the downpour with her child.
"She's struggling as a single mom. I'm just going to help her carry those groceries upstairs. Ten minutes, tops."
Clutching my belly through the contractions, I begged him, "But I'm about to give birth. I'm in so much pain."
He just locked the car doors with a click, his voice sharp with annoyance.
"Sarah, can you try to be a little more empathetic? She's soaking wet."
In those ten minutes, my water broke. Desperate to survive, blood on my hands, I crawled out through the back hatch.
While I was fighting for my life in the ER—
His ex posted a snapshot.
In the video, my husband was gently toweling off her hair. The caption read:
[So glad you're here.]

On Ivy’s wedding day to her fiancé James, Alexander, the ruthless Lycan King feared throughout the kingdom, storms in, tears her from the altar, and forces her to be his wife.

Believing Ivy responsible for his fiancée’s death, he vows to make her pay.

“You destroyed the love of my life,” he snarls. “So it’s only fair that I destroy yours.”

However, as their marriage unfolds, Ivy looks nothing like the schemer Alexander expected. Her gaze is too clear, too steady. And the harder he tries to hate her, the more his actions betray him.

When Ivy is publicly shamed at a royal banquet, Alexander is the last person she expects to defend her.
“You’re my mate, little liar,” he growls. “No one gets to hurt what’s mine but me.”

When Ivy struggles to afford her mother’s lifesaving surgery, she discovers Alexander has already covered the cost.

When Ivy learns James, whom she once trusted with all her heart, betrayed her long before their wedding ceremony, Alexander should have relished watching her break.
Instead, her enemy holds her together as she falls apart.

Alexander blames it all on the mate bond. Anything but love.

So why, when Ivy finally escapes him—when Alexander believes her dead and lost to him forever—does the monster who once ruled with an iron fist… kneel?

Three years later, when Alexander finds Ivy alive, a little boy stands beside her.
Ivy has built a life without him, and he can do nothing but wait outside her door like a supplicant awaiting mercy, begging for a single glance.

This time, Ivy is no longer a woman he can command to stay.
This time, the choice is hers.
If the Lycan King wants his Luna back, he’ll have to grovel and pray she chooses him.

Kayla Brookes once believed in forever. She gave her heart to Adrian, the man she thought was her soulmate, and trusted her best friend like a sister. But everything came crashing down the day she walked in on their betrayal. In one brutal moment, her marriage ended, her heart shattered, and her world fell apart.

Left with nothing but her pain and a dream, Kayla vowed to rise again. She buried her tears and built herself from the ground up, turning every ounce of heartbreak into strength. Four years later, the woman who was once broken now sits on top of the world—CEO of the country’s most successful interior design company, admired, respected, and untouchable.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Adrian returns, filled with regret and desperation. He begs for forgiveness, pleads for another chance, and promises he’s not the same man who let her go. For the first time, Kayla sees sincerity in his eyes… but she also remembers the pain.

And then there’s Steven Wade—the cold, calculating heir to Europe’s most powerful family. Mysterious, charming, and impossible to read, Steven offers Kayla everything Adrian couldn’t: security, admiration, and a chance at a future untouched by the past. Yet beneath his polished mask lies secrets of his own.

Caught between a man who destroyed her and a man who might never let her in, Kayla faces a choice that could define her forever.

Will she listen to her heart—or protect herself from love’s cruel game?
Because in the end, even power, success, and revenge can’t silence the heart that still remembers what it means to love… and what it means to hurt.

She married the wrong man.

And fell into the arms of the one she should never want.

Elena becomes Luca Marino’s wife for one reason only—to save the only family she has left. But on her wedding day, she realizes the truth: she is nothing but a replacement. His heart still belongs to another woman… one who returns pregnant with his child.

Cold, cruel, and unforgiving, Luca turns their marriage into a punishment.

Until Adrian Marino enters the picture.

Powerful. Untouchable. And Luca’s uncle.

From the moment he sees Elena, something shifts. A look that lingers too long. A concern that feels too real. A connection that shouldn’t exist.

In a world ruled by loyalty and blood, crossing the line means death.

But what if Elena is the secret that ties them together?

And what if Adrian has been waiting for her… long before she ever knew his name?

NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGEIf you are not into Adult and Mature Werewolf/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book.
Fate's love falls on the weak Omega, will the sensitive and timid her become strong as a result?
Her destined mate is so handsome and strong that their love seems to be unequal from the beginning ......
What does the love given by the moon god look like? The two who were deep in lust did not know, but in the moonlight, the two hearts seemed to beat closer and closer.
She will become brave and firm under his wings, and he, will he reveal his love?

It was supposed to be a bet to make her fall in love with him, break her, and humiliate her in public as revenge for his best friend, but that playboy, Henry, never knew that the hunter would be hunted and she would be the one who broke his heart into a million pieces.
But none of them will win this bet.

“So, you say you liked me from afar? But I have never met you even once before!” Elissa stood up, confused. He seemed more like a stalker, but he was handsome as hell, and seemed to be from a powerful and wealthy background; she just couldn’t end it simply.

He stepped closer, leaning to her ear and saying with his husky, hot manly voice, “You didn’t see me. But I have been watching every step of yours. I know your….”

He paused, then continued with a smirk, “I know every inch of your body.”

She jumped back, looking into his eyes, searching for the lies, but he didn’t seem a liar. She gulped nervously, “How and … what…” she stuttered.

But he pulled her close to his chest, “What do I want from you?” he moved his hand on her waist down to her hip, then said, “Of course I want to sleep with you!”

Even so, she was scared, but she, without hesitation, pushed him with all her strength and slapped his face, saying angrily, “Sleep my ass! In your dreams”

His eyes glowed with interest. No girl ever rejected him and slapped him boldly. He muttered before she could leave, “I will. We will. Very soon.”

"He rejected her like she was nothing. He didn't know she was everything."

Seraphina Frost was the quiet girl. The weak one. The rejected mate. When Kaston Grey looked her in the eyes and said "I reject you as my mate and my Luna," he didn't flinch. He chose Violet Rosso instead — a socialite with a million followers and a ruthless agenda.

So Seraphina left. She hid her true Alpha scent under wolfsbane every morning, traded her family crest for a law degree, and built a quiet life in Port Sterling. Nobody knew she was the sole heiress to the Frostmoon Clan. Nobody knew about the fifty billion in assets, the private armies, or the seat on the Apex Directorate. Nobody knew she was the most powerful Alpha on the continent.

Nobody except Cassius Aetheris — the youngest Chairman in Directorate history — who had been checking into the Port Sterling penthouse every year without fail, watching over her from a distance, waiting. Now the Blood Moon Summit is three months away. Frostmoon Clan has no Alpha heir on record. Her father's message is short: come home or lose everything her mother built.

Seraphina goes back to Blackridge County. Not as the girl who faded into walls. As an attorney, a clan heir, and an Apex-level Alpha who is done being underestimated. Kaston's pack is already falling apart. His money is gone. Violet has shown her true face. And the man who rejected her without blinking now wants her back.

Too late.

But Kaston was never the real threat. Someone has been quietly dismantling the Aetheris Clan from within — long before Seraphina came home. Talon Voss. A name spoken only in whispers. Kidnappings. Assassinations. A secret bloodline powerful enough to shatter the entire Directorate.

Seraphina, armed with her law degree, her mother's wolf-bone talisman, and three years of buried rage, is the only one positioned to stop him. Cassius spent years protecting her from a distance. Now it's her turn.

There's still the matter of the Moon-Silver Cuff — forged in blood, engraved in rune, commissioned by Cassius years ago with both their initials fused in silver. He never stopped waiting. She never stopped running. The mate bond never stopped burning.

The most dangerous person in any room is the one everyone wrote off. Seraphina Frost is done being written off.

My eyes flew open.

My heart stopped.

And my entire body froze.

Literally.

I was staring right into George's eyes and he into mine—he had not stopped stroking my insides gently, in a rhythm that brought me to my knees and I was having a fucking orgasm as my heart pounded in fear.

George was the devil.

He really was.

Why did I think that I could trust him with my body yet again?

But that was the thing about devils—they lured you in, making you trust absolutely while you knew that it would never end well and yet, their call was irresistible more so than a siren's.


Samara was born a curse. Granddaughter of a powerful Alpha, daughter of a father no one will name, she's spent her whole life paying for a love that wasn't hers. When her grandfather decides to sell her off like property, she runs — straight into the arms of the one man fate swears is hers.

Lucian doesn't want a mate. Especially not a scentless, wolfless girl who looks exactly like every rogue he's sworn to destroy. He should reject her. He should kill her. Instead, he can't stop watching her.

But before he can choose her, she's stolen — sold on a black market built for monsters, passed from one Alpha's hands to another's, until she finds herself bound to a second mate who wants her just as badly. Two Alphas. One girl caught between loyalty, hunger, and a bloodline neither of them could ever imagine.

Because Samara isn't just hunted for her body. She's hunted for what sleeps inside it — a secret older than the wolves themselves, one that could burn every pack to ash.

Some mates are chosen. Hers were both a curse and a war.

"Serena, Tina's parents once saved your life. What's wrong with letting her have this one?"
At her eighteenth birthday family reunion, Serena's six biological brothers all took Tina's side, defending the fragile adopted daughter while tearing Serena apart.
No one saw Serena tumble down the stairs, bleeding and broken.
In her previous life, she believed blood was thicker than water and kept giving in.
Tina stole the original figure skating program Serena had spent months creating. With one excuse about her weak health, her brothers joined forces with Serena's cheating boyfriend and forced her to donate her bone marrow, destroying her skating career forever.
She was locked away in a mental hospital, tortured to death, while Tina, who stole her life, was worshipped as a champion.
Reborn with a second chance, Serena finally lets go of her family.
She exposes every lie, returns all of her brothers' love to Tina, and walks away without looking back.
"You can keep these worthless brothers. I don't want them anymore."
From then on, Serena rises to the top and becomes a world champion in figure skating.
When her brothers finally learn the truth, regret comes too late.
As they kneel beneath the podium begging for forgiveness, Serena gives them only a cold glance.
"I was never worthy of being your sister, remember?"
She already died once for family.
This life, she belongs only to herself.

Accused of a crime she didn’t commit and banished to a life of misery, Lyra survived five years in the shadows... until her past finally caught up with her. Silas, the Alpha who swore to destroy her, has claimed the fugitive as his mate. But in this pack, the blood bond isn’t a blessing—it’s a death sentence. Amidst threats in the dark and a Valentine’s Challenge that will forge their fates, Lyra must choose: succumb to the dominance of the man who hates her, or awaken the forbidden power coursing through her veins.

Mira was born with a forbidden gift shadow magic wrapped in wolf blood, a power the kingdom outlawed long before she took her first breath. When her abilities awakened, she trusted the one person she believed would protect her: Jason, crown prince of the Lycan throne and her fated mate.

She was wrong.

Jason betrayed her to save his crown.
Mira burned for her survival.

Three years later, she returns as the mysterious Shadow Wolf, stronger, colder, and determined to make Jason pay for every bruise, every lie, every regret buried beneath his royal skin.

But fate is cruel.

Because the moment he sees her again, Jason recognizes the scent he tried to forget the scent of the woman he lost…the woman he destroyed…the only woman the Moon ever marked for him.

And Mira has only one goal,

Make the king kneel and then decide if he deserves forgiveness or destruction.

A hundred years ago, old Duke Rowland saved me with a bowl of hot soup when I was dying. To repay him, I swore myself, as the Silver Wolf Goddess, to a hundred-year covenant protecting House Rowland.

I taught Garrett how to hold a sword. I turned Caleb into a prodigy at the Mages' Guild. I saved Preston's family from ruin.

But Lillian took a potion to fake being sick, and all it took was her claiming only my heart could save her to turn three men's knives on me.

In my last life, I begged them to listen, told them that cutting out my heart would tear down the foundation of House Rowland itself. They finally backed off.

Then Lillian, trying to keep the lie going, secretly upped her dose and poisoned herself to death in her own bed.

The three of them lost their minds and blamed me for her death.

"A beast doesn't get to call itself the guardian of House Rowland. Die."

They cut my heart out. I died on that altar.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they took my heart.

This time, I didn't waste my breath. I handed it over myself and let them have what they wanted.

The goddess's heart fell. The covenant ended.

They just didn't know yet how badly House Rowland would fall apart without me.

After I was unexpectedly marked by a stranger wolf, it was considered a disgrace in our pack. My step-sister convinced my father to strip me of my hybrid wolf, but thankfully, I hid my healing abilities and left the pack.
A year later, to break the bond, I returned and became the new Alpha’s doctor.
My step-sister, now the new Alpha’s fated mate, used every trick to try and force me out.
But then I discovered a shocking truth—the fated mate the new Alpha had been searching for, the one he marked that night, his future Luna, was actually me?!

After I was unexpectedly marked by a stranger wolf, it was considered a disgrace in our pack. My step-sister convinced my father to strip me of my hybrid wolf, but thankfully, I hid my healing abilities and left the pack.
A year later, to break the bond, I returned and became the new Alpha’s doctor.
My step-sister, now the new Alpha’s fated mate, used every trick to try and force me out.
But then I discovered a shocking truth—the fated mate the new Alpha had been searching for, the one he marked that night, his future Luna, was actually me?!

Love! Is this word beautiful or deceitful? I am tired of hearing him say that soulless I love you and get back to his mistress, side-chick, or whatever. it is not like we are in a relationship or we are a couple. The relationship we are in is more than something which shouldn't be named.
I just want to be loved by him, physically and emotionally. I should be the one he is seeking whenever he feels horny, is it wrong to feel like this? But not for only tending to his wounds or being a shoulder to cry on. Maybe it's wrong to feel something for the man who never describes you as more than a friend but always looks at you like he wants to do things with you that friends shouldn't. What is so good about her is that he always ends up in her bed, maybe I never will know, and by asking I don't want to ruin whatever we have. but it's time to move on from Ezra Irwin and do something good for my life too. Come and follow Fay Moore and Ezra Irwin in their Life's Drama and know what will happen.

My boyfriend looks at me like I'm trash. Too fat. Too plain. My clothes are ugly. He never misses a chance to tear me down.

I thought he was just mean. Then his "good friend" Sophie spilled coffee all over our ten-thousand-dollar control board.

That board was three months of work. Three months of all-nighters, twice I passed out from low blood sugar. It was our entry for the National Robotics Competition. The deadline's tomorrow. Now it's gone.

I confronted Sophie, and he stormed in, pulled her into his arms, and pointed his finger in my face. "It's just a stupid competition. Did you really need to come at Sophie like that?"

Turns out he's not just mean. He genuinely can't stand me.

After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for.
James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world.
Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? "
But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day.
James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.

In a world where power, wealth, and betrayal intertwine, Isabel reclaims her place among the elite after years of being forced into the shadows. Once discarded and humiliated, she returns as the long-lost daughter of the prestigious Montgomery family—stronger, wealthier, and no longer willing to be silent.

The people who believed they had erased Isabel from their lives are unprepared for her return, especially Alexander, her ex-husband. The man who betrayed her and cast her aside after an affair with her best friend now finds himself facing the woman he wronged—no longer powerless, and no longer in love.

As Isabel sets her revenge in motion, buried secrets, family conspiracies, and unresolved emotions threaten to complicate her plans. Torn between justice and lingering feelings, Isabel must decide whether vengeance will finally set her free, or if love will become her greatest weakness.

In this high-stakes game of regret and retribution, the final outcome will be one no one sees coming.

For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.

Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.

Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."

Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."

Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.

But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage—but on her own terms.

When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.

What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe—the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.

“I reject you as my mate. I chose her. Diana will be my mate, not some pitiful scrap of a slave.” The words that shattered her world came from her own fated mate.

Cast out and scorned, omega Alicia should have died in the wild. Instead, she discovers a fierce new strength: she is carrying the child of the Alpha who betrayed her. Now, hidden in the mountains under the protection of the formidable Alpha Brooke, she vows to protect her son and forge a new destiny far from the cruel Moon Pack.

But the bond she shares with Alpha Max is not so easily broken. Haunted by her memory and tormented by whispers of a living heir, Max begins a relentless hunt to reclaim what is his. As ancient powers stir and rival packs collide, Alicia must choose between the safety of a new love and the dangerous pull of a scarred past.

Can a rejected mate ever be forgiven? And what price is an Alpha willing to pay to win back the family he threw away?

I crawled out of a mental hospital in the middle of the night—bleeding, broken, and desperate to see my husband.

Instead, I found him toasting champagne with the sister who put me there.

My daughter was starved in an orphanage. My father died alone, his grave unmarked.

And my husband? He threw me back into the snow to die.

A stranger pulled me from the cold. He didn’t offer comfort. He offered a choice.

“Do you want to make them pay?”

Now the man who buried me is begging on his knees. But hell taught me one thing:

Some sins don’t deserve forgiveness.