
After I fell to another alpha, my ex kidnapped me
I, Alice Stone, navigate a tangled web of love and betrayal with Victor Voss, whose affection for Rose Wyndham shatters my heart.
After discovering his hidden devotion to her and enduring his controlling ways, I vow to mate the South pack alpha to sever ties with my sire. Victor's obsessive attempts to reclaim me-including kidnapping and manipulation-only fuel my resolve.
When a dramatic escape leads to his injury, I find clarity.
Finally, I wed Quentin Morgan, freeing myself from Victor's shadow......
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Chapter 1
I'm Alice Stone, the "Flame Siren" of the circle.
None know how polar opposites like me and Victor Voss end up tangled in his Maybach, panting in charity gala restrooms, or pressed against winery windows, his grip on my waist making me weak.
After another tryst, as shower water hisses, I wrap a towel, dial my sire:
"I'll mate the South pack Alpha for his ritual, but on one condition."
His joy spills through the line: "Name it! Any thing!"
"I'll explain home," I purr, voice ice beneath silk.
Hanging up, I spot his laptop- telegrams glows with a message from "Rose":
"Victor, thunder scares me."
My digits twitch.
The bathroom door opens, water dripping from his collarbones, shirt unbuttoned. "Pack calls," he says, voice cool.
I arch a brow: "Pack calls or your sweetheart?"
He frowns, departing. The door clicks, my smile vanishing. I follow.
Half a hour later, through rain, I see Rose Wyndham in white flee the hotel.
Victor drapes his coat over her, lifting her bridal.
Our first meeting? After I smashed my sire's head, he sent me to Victor's manor for "discipline." I rebelled:
Day 1: Spilled coffee on his million suit.
He said: "Ydoria cashmere-charge Stone den."
Day 2: Shredded meeting scrolls. He recited every word.
Day 3: potion in his drink, camera ready. Instead, his kiss became my cure.
Waking sore, he pinned me to the window:
"Alice," he breathed, undoing me.
Since then, every mischief led to his office-doors slamming, desks shaking.
I'd become addicted.
So on his birth, I spent a day decorating: roses, candles, a mating ring. I waited till candles died. At 3, news flashed:
#Lord Escorts Lover
My phone dropped.
Next day, I stormed his forbidden study-walls of Rose's photos.
Graduation, travels, even sleep snaps.
I laughed, cried, destroyed them.
He returned, called cleaners, never looked my way.
I watched the ring swept like trash-he never knew it held my life.
He thought I'd beg, but love died.
"Where to, young mistress?" the driver asks.
"Home," I say, voice cold.
Sire hugs me: "Truly mating South pack?"
On the stairs, step-dam Wendy and her white Rose stare.
"Truly," I say, eyes frosty. "But my condition: sever our sire bond."
air freezes.
Sire's face contorts: "You dare! Know what you say?"
I meet his gaze, sneer curling: "Perfectly. You cheated, drove Mother to death for your mistress. This home ceased being mine then."
Advancing, I hiss: "The South pack alpha offers 50 billion for a ritual mate. You hounded me three moons-would you bind me next?"
He roars, shaking: "Fine-sever the bond! But you mate by month's end!"
"Wendy's daughter returned. She moves in tomorrow."
"Fawning over another's whelp, disowning your own-truly uniquely vile."
Turning, step-dam Wendy grabs me: "Alice, watch your tongue!"
"Why? Think to claim mistress once I'm gone? Your bastard daughter wears Stone silks, but can't scrub your shame!"
Wendy staggers, face bloodless.
I flee to my room, slide down the door, tears spilling silent.
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7.0
Sophia Hayes has perfected the art of control. In the high-pressure world of The Metropolitan, she's the youngest senior journalist ever hired-an achievement built on ruthless discipline, flawless execution, and a reputation that makes even seasoned reporters double-check their facts before speaking to her. She is sharp. Unshakeable. Precise to the bone. Her life runs on deadlines, color-coded calendars, and emotional walls tall enough to withstand anything.
Dean Mercer is everything she isn't-and everything she doesn't have time for. A wildly successful illustrator whose comic series Love Is a Mess has a cult following online, Dean lives in a world where structure is optional and inspiration is everything. His apartment is chaos. His sleep schedule is chaos. His heart is chaos. He creates brilliance in messy strokes but hides his deepest truths behind humor, charm, and a smile that masks more wounds than he lets on.
So when the magazine pairs them for a high-stakes project-a revolutionary feature blending investigative journalism with illustrated storytelling-everyone expects disaster. Sophia expects worse.
Their assignment: explore modern love through real stories across the city. Raw, unfiltered, unpredictable love.
Exactly the kind of assignment that makes Sophia want to run.
Dean arrives late to their first meeting with coffee stains and excuses. Sophia arrives with a binder thick enough to double as a weapon. Dean studies her timeline like it's written in a foreign language. Sophia studies Dean like he's a problem she needs to solve before he derails everything she's built.
Their partnership begins in sparks-sharp, heated, dangerous sparks.
Arguments disguised as discussions.
Discussions disguised as power struggles.
Power struggles disguised as creative differences.
But tension has a habit of twisting into something else when the nights grow long.
As they dive into the city-interviewing strangers whose love stories survived decades, storms, heartbreaks, second chances-something shifts between them. Slowly. Quietly. Against both of their wills.
Sophia begins to see past Dean's easy humor to the man underneath-the one who fears failing the people he cares about, who draws comics because it's the only way he knows how to tell the truth. And Dean sees the cracks in Sophia's armor-the vulnerability she protects like a secret, the softness she doesn't show, the fire in her that the world misunderstands as coldness.
Their conversations deepen. Their arguments soften. Their laughter blends.
And the chemistry-the kind they both pretend not to notice-tightens around them like an invisible thread.
But the closer they get, the heavier the air becomes. Because both of them are hiding something.
Sophia hides her fear of losing control.
Dean hides his fear of being the reason someone gets hurt.
And the feature they're creating-meant to uncover the truth about modern love-begins exposing truths they never meant to reveal. About each other. About themselves.
Their late-night work sessions grow intimate, electric. Their stories blur with the stories they're collecting. Dean sketches Sophia without meaning to-capturing expressions she never lets the world see. Sophia writes notes about him she can't bring herself to delete. Something real starts forming in the space between them, fragile but undeniable.
Until the past they both buried finds them.
A mistake from Dean's life-one he thought he'd left behind-reaches the editorial floor at the worst possible time. A detail with enough weight to derail the feature, shatter their progress, and wound the one person who finally saw him clearly.
Sophia's instinct is survival. Run before she gets hurt. Seal her heart before it cracks open. Dean's instinct is retreat. Protect her from the version of himself he fears is still true.
Deadlines tighten. Trust fractures.
Their work stalls, their communication splinters, and the connection they've been dancing around threatens to snap under the strain.
But desire doesn't listen to logic.
And hearts don't obey deadlines.
Even as they pull away, they keep orbiting each other-drawn back together by an ache neither can extinguish. Their arguments deepen into something rawer, heavier. Their silence holds more meaning than their words.
They must choose:
fight for the story that could define their careers...
or fight for the connection that could rewrite their futures.
And when an unexpected message, a truth revealed too late, and one irreversible decision collide, they're forced to confront the question their feature was meant to answer:
What does love look like today-
and can two people living at opposite rhythms find it before it slips through their fingers?
On the edge of losing their partnership...
their second chance...
and each other...

7.2
BLURB
Zara Winterborn believed that marrying Adrian Leighhton was a dream come true and the best thing that had ever happened to her broken childhood. Instead, it tied her to a man whose love hid a dark truth that burned her to ashes.
She overhears a phone call on their honeymoon that shatters her whole world. The love of her life is already married.
Feeling betrayed and desperate after learning she's pregnant, she makes some unthinkable decisions. She fakes an abortion, fakes a miscarriage, and disappears from her old life. Five years later, she returns as a renowned architect. Not as Zara but Aria Sterling with a secret daughter.
Adrian sees her at a gala and his regret transforms into obsession as he hires investigators to dig deeper. He will tear everything down, even his empire and his blood just to win her forgiveness again.
But Adrian isn't the only one who becomes obsessed with her. Even Damien, the stranger who helped her disappear to punish her, has his own plans and wants to use Zara as a weapon for revenge.
As secrets of stolen embryos, hidden mothers, children, unknown siblings, and bloodlines twisted by lies, come to light, Zara must choose. Does she stick with Damien and destroy Adrian forever or does she forgive Adrian and let him into their lives?
She vanished before. Can she disappear again when things get tough?

9.2
After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.

9.5
"You shouldn't be here, Fiona," his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her.
"Then tell me to leave," she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father's best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen's forbidden world. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen's wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family's reputation but her entire future.
And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?

7.6
AKARI TANAKA didn't know she was a werewolf until she inherited a murder.
Summoned to a remote Carpathian town, she learns she's the last heir of an ancient alpha line-and her great-uncle's suspicious death has thrown the local packs into a war for succession. As her own latent power violently awakens, Akari is caught between a ruthless rival alpha who wants to control her and a fanatical uncle whose faked death masks a plan to sacrifice her in a ritual that will rewrite reality.
To prevent a genocide of her own kind, Akari must forge an alliance with her enemy, master the wolf within, and confront the monstrous truth of her bloodline.
The price of leadership is sacrifice. The cost of failure is annihilation. But in Lupinara, the greatest predator isn't the wolf... it's the past.

9.4
Two Omega's. Two vampire princes. One night that changes everything.
When Eleanor Moreno and Ava Griffin are invited to a royal ball hosted by the Nightshade Clan, they expect nothing more than a show of power. But the truth gets darker. The ball is a choosing, and by dawn, both girls will be claimed.
Eleanor walks into the castle with fire in her heart. The vampires destroyed her family, and she'll never forget it. Then she meets Prince Jaxon, the arrogant heir who seems to enjoy getting under her skin. His smirk makes her furious, but the pull between them is undeniable and impossible to ignore.
Ava enters the same ballroom with shaking hands and hopeful eyes.
When Prince Axel asks her to dance, his warmth disarms her. For a moment, she almost believes she's safe. But even gentle hands can hide sharp claws.
By the end of the night, both girls are bound to the clan.
Eleanor will fight to escape. Ava will try to survive.
But neither of them knows that the real nightmare hasn't even begun yet.