
Alpha Scarlett
At only 5'2", it's hard to believe that Scarlett Lobo is an Alpha. Yet she is. Scarlett is the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack. In fact, she is one of the only female Alphas in the country. Leading her own pack, combined with the fact that as an Alpha her fated mated can only be another Alpha, and despite her petite stature people find her intimidating (okay, some people find her intimidating. Other people still resent the idea of a female Alpha), she has yet to meet her fated mate. She's nearly given up, tempted to take a chosen mate, but every time she brings it up, her family talks her out of it. So, she waits, having the occasional fun with her warriors or with unmated Alphas from other packs. That, along with the satisfaction she gets from being a powerful Alpha, leading her own pack is nearly enough for Scarlett to accept the idea that she may just go unmated. Except for that pesky little problem of needing an heir. But, then the Congress of Werewolves and Shifters (COWS) call their first national conference in nearly a quarter of a century, ordering all Alphas to attend. Annoyed to have to leave her pack, but curious as to why this conference is being called, Scarlett attends expecting several days of rather dull meetings, debates and workshops, thinking her only enjoyment would come in the form of her occasional bed buddy, Raul Farkas the Alpha of the Dark Sun Pack. What she doesn't expect is for Ruby, her wolf, to begin driving her nuts on the plane on the way to the conference. And she really wasn't expecting the overwhelming scent of leather, tobacco and parchment to hit her as she checked into her hotel. Alpha Grey Badar may be the one who sent Scarlett's senses into overdrive, making him, presumably, her fated mate, but as the younger (without a pack of his own) brother of the Dusky Mountain Pack, is he really interested in her or her status as an Alpha female?
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Chapter 2
Scarlett's POV
"Tasha! Channing! What do you have for us?" I call out to two of my trackers as I walk toward the pack land's northern border. They had gone out, following the unknown scent that the warriors had picked up. Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I are on our way to meet them as they return home.
They both shift from their wolves into their human forms as Jacob tosses them both a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
"Well," Tasha says as she jumps into the sweatpants Jacob gave her, "it's interesting."
"Fucking weird is more like it." Channing says as he uses the t-shirt from Jacob to wipe some sweat from his face. "We lost the scent."
"What's unusual about that?" Bree asks. "Doesn't that always happen if you don't catch them? Their scent starts to fade as they get further away until you don't have it any longer?"
Bree, my Gamma, is another life-long friend, whose father was, you guessed it, my father's Gamma. Born only a few weeks behind me, Bree's parents decided to follow in my parents' footsteps and declare that as the eldest Bree, she would be the Gamma heir. Granted, once I became Alpha, I could have named whomever I wanted to the ranked positions, but it's tradition for those to be inherited positions just like an Alpha. Fortunately, much like Cayden, Bree and I have always been friends and being in a similar position herself (she's one of the only female Gammas in the country), she understands the pressures that I sometimes face. But, unlike me, she has Asher, her supportive, loving, can't-keep-his-hands-off-her mate. I'm happy for Bree and Asher, truly. They were childhood sweethearts, always hoping they'd find out they were fated mates. And then, on Asher's 18th birthday, just a few months after Bree's, they felt a pull toward each other like nothing either had ever felt before – or at least that's what they tell me. They knew they were fated mates. After we graduated from high school, they went to the same university (there was one stipulation that Bree's parents put on her inheriting the Gamma title - mate or no mate, she was going to college) and then the night of their graduation, they marked each other. (My parents put the same stipulation on me, but to be fair, my brothers and I were all expected to go to college if we ever want to inherit any of our parent's money, so I never felt like it was something that my parents or Bree's parents did simply because we're women.) And they've been deliriously happy ever since, and Asher, the son of two warriors, took to his new role of male Gamma, like a fish to water, never once trying to overshadow his mate or undermine me.
"That's just it – the scent starts to fade as they get further away. These scents just...stopped." Jacob says, shaking his head and throwing the now sweat-stained t-shirt over his shoulder.
"What?" Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I all say unison. Even when we're not actively using the mind link with each other, we're still linked to each other. I love my leadership team.
"He's right, Alpha. We had the scent, we had it, we had it but instead of slowly starting to fade, like Gamma Bree said, it just suddenly disappeared." Tasha explained, her already big, brown eyes, now the size of dinner plates.
Myself and my three ranked members just stood there, staring at Tasha and Channing, our heads tilted, brows furrowed and mouths slightly open, like we're dogs staring at a ceiling fan. After a moment, I shake my head, bringing us all back from our states of confusion.
"It just disappeared? I don't understand, how could that happen? Are you sure the scent wasn't starting to slowly fade but because you were running so fast in your wolf forms, you didn't notice it until it was entirely gone?" I ask, knowing the answer because these are two of my best trackers who know how to do their jobs and do them exceptionally well.
"Yeah, we're sure, Alpha. We went back over the area for miles, checking and double-checking. One moment, we have the scent and the next it's gone."
"Did you see or hear anything near the scent? Unusual footprints? Strange sounds?" Cayden asks as he runs his hands through is mop of curly brown hair, still looking confused.
Tasha and Channing glance at each other and then both take a deep breath. "We saw footprints, yeah. Human footprints."
"That doesn't make sense. There is no way humans can outrun two werewolves." Jacob replies.
"We know. But what makes it weirder is the footprints were like men's shoes. Not boots or sneakers, dress shoes. Like you'd wear with a suit." Tasha says, looking at Channing who nods in confirmation.
Suddenly, I feel my cell phone start to vibrate in the back pocket of the jeans I'm wearing. Pulling it out, I see a text message from Raul, asking if I'll be around this evening because he's in the area. I can't help but smile to myself as I type out my message to him that yes, I'll be around and I'll call him later because I'm dealing with some pack stuff right now."
"His reply only a few moments later, "Perfect. Hope it's nothing too serious. Dinner out at that new Italian place in your town and then dessert in your bedroom." He follows it up with an eggplant emoji and a happy face with its tongue sticking out. I feel my core becoming hot and slowly exhale, forgetting that I have five werewolves with me who can probably smell my arousal as it pools between my legs, knowing that Raul is planning to do with his "eggplant" and tongue.
"Raul?" Cayden asks with a sly smile. I know he worries about me being lonely and while he's certain I'm going to find my fated mate, he's happy for me that I'm at least having some fun until then. The others stand around, smiling their knowing smiles at me.
"Mind your own business." I growl at him. The growl is partly because I don't want pack members talking about my personal life (even though I already know they do), but mostly it's because I'm aroused now and can't help it. Cayden, knowing me better than anyone besides my own family, just snorts at me. "So, there are humans running around who are faster than werewolves and apparently they're well-dressed?"
"That's about the size of it, yeah." Channing says.
"Alright. Well, that's a new one. Beta Bree, add some more warriors to the patrol tonight and let's have some trackers on standby who can immediately go after the scent if the patrols pick up anything." I tell her, knowing that she's probably already making a list in her head of the wolves to add to patrols and the trackers to have ready and waiting.
"On it, Alpha". She says as she pulls her own cellphone out of her back pocket and begins texting someone. Like I said, we're always linked, even when we're not. The six of us turn and start heading back to the packhouse.
"Any ideas as to who or what this is, Alpha?" Jacob asks.
"No. Do any of you?" I have a suspicion, but I don't want to say it aloud until I can get more information. The five of them also claim to have no ideas. "Alright. When we get back to the packhouse, I'm going to make some calls. Cayden come with me and Jacob, call around to the neighboring packs and see if they've experienced this, too."
"Will do." He says, determined. Of the four of us, Jacob is the youngest; still 18, and as such, takes his responsibilities very seriously so no one thinks of him as still being a pup.
"You know something, don't you?" Cayden asks me in the mind link. I notice that it's just the two of us in the mind link, Bree, Jacob, Tasha and Channing aren't privy to our conversation."
"I don't know yet. But we're going to find out."
Chapter 3 coming soon
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9.0
Leila Jones was never meant to be seen, only used.
In a family that worships perfection, she is the invisible daughter.
Ignored by her father. Humiliated by her stepmother. Outshined by a sister who smiles sweetly while sharpening knives behind her back.
When Leila is framed for a crime she didn't commit and betrayed by the one man she trusted, her life collapses overnight.
Cast out. Disgraced. Silenced.
But what her enemies don't know is this:
A soft heart can still learn to be ruthless.
As secrets unravel and power shifts hands, Leila must decide whether to remain the scapegoat she was raised to be, or rewrite her fate with blood, strategy, and a black card that opens doors no apology ever could.
Because forgiveness is optional.
And revenge is intentional.
What kind of book is this?
Well black card soft heart is a contemporary power rise revenge story focused on betrayal, elite family dynamics, and a woman's strategic transformation.
Romance exist but it didn't save her. POWER did

8.3
On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen.
When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face.
He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet.
He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child.
I left that night and never looked back.
Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer.
He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give.

9.2
"Isabella this is the right time for you to choose between me or Hector, because any one you choose now will be your husband till the contract end."
"Think well Isabella don't make mistake."
She spilled coffee on the wrong man.
Isabella Ramirez is drowning in debt, exhaustion, and fear-working double shifts to keep her dying mother alive. One mistake in a crowded café brings her face-to-face with Alejandro De La Vega, a billionaire feared for his cold heart and ruthless power.
His punishment is cruel.
His offer is worse.
One year as his wife in exchange for her family's freedom.
But inside his mansion, Isabella learns that marriage without love is a cage. Betrayal hides behind charming smiles.
A former wife returns with secrets. A cousin watches from the shadows. And the contract that binds her may destroy her heart.
When lies explode and power turns brutal, Isabella must choose between survival and love-before she loses herself completely.
Tropes
Contract Marriage
Poor Girl × Billionaire CEO
Forced Proximity
Inheritance Deadline
Emotional Abuse & Redemption
Love vs Power
Public Scandal
Love Triangle
One True Love

7.8
Kylie Miller had been a quintessential good girl for over twenty years.
Her only two outrageous actions were agreeing to her best friend Mina Hall's request to pursue her twin brother, and getting drunk and hiring a "male prostitute", which resulted in them having sex.
When she sobered up, not only had she inexplicably married the "male prostitute", but she had also let him move in.
Mina was furious, convinced that Kylie had fallen into a trap.
However, Kylie looked at the bank card balance her husband had given her.
The balance was so high she could hardly believe it. Kylie wondered-were male prostitutes all this driven these days?
He not only traveled all over the country on business trips, but also had to attend shareholder meetings. Even in his busy schedule, he wouldn't forget to ask her for sex.
Wait a minute, at the late family gathering, why was her husband so familiar with Mina?

7.2
Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace.
Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow.
Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss.
Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.

8.6
"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option."
I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs.
I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world.
"Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution."
For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love.
Standing in that hallway, I realized he was actually shopping for spare parts.
"She is your wife, Ethan," Ben argued weakly. "You can't just harvest her like a crop."
"She became my wife because she was useful," Ethan replied, his indifference cutting deeper than any scalpel. "Now, she can be useful for this."
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The nausea I’d been feeling wasn't stress.
I was pregnant.
And those "vitamins" he fed me every morning? They weren't supplements. They were poisons designed to ensure I remained a viable donor.
He was killing his own child to save his mistress.
To him, I wasn't a partner. I was livestock. An asset to be liquidated for parts.
I didn't burst into the room. I didn't scream.
I walked away in silence, my hand hovering over my stomach.
He wanted my kidney? He wanted to carve me up?
I decided right then. I wouldn't just leave.
I would terminate the pregnancy, fake my death, and burn his entire world to the ground.