Alpha, Your Love Came Too Late
When the pack was attacked, chaos erupted. Bran's favorite girl abandoned him, fleeing like the others, leaving him broken and alone. I stayed. With my suitcase in hand, I chose him over my own safety, nursing him back to strength while the pack crumbled around us.
Three years passed. I endured his anger, his coldness, believing my loyalty would matter. But then she returned-the one who left him to die. He welcomed her back like nothing had happened, his rage shifting fully to me.
I had given him everything, yet he left me with nothing but heartbreak.
So, I left.
I walked into a new pack, hoping for a fresh start, and found Alpha Steven. One look, and my wolf whispered the truth: Mate.
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Chapter 1
I set the platter of honey-glazed ribs on the table, the low murmurs I'd overheard from the kitchen ceasing like a pack silenced by an Alpha's glare.
Alpha Bran's golden eyes flicked to the ribs, and his jaw tightened when he noticed my gaze lingering on the half-empty plate.
"We couldn't wait," he muttered.
"Elena's flight was delayed for hours, and she was starving."
Then I saw it-Bran's hands, strong and steady, working at a rib.
He tore into the thick, sinewy meat with ease, his claws just barely visible beneath the curve of his fingers, slick with sauce as he stripped the rib clean.
I froze.
Bran never ate ribs.
The mess, the effort-it wasn't his style.
"You're eating ribs now?" I asked.
He didn't stop. "Yeah. Why?"
"You used to hate them," I said, quieter now.
"People change," his gaze finally lifting-past me, not to me.
Without a second glance, he tossed the rib onto Elena's plate.
"Eat something," he said curtly.
"Unless you want to pass out halfway through another glass."
Elena stared at the plate, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched her wineglass.
I set my fork down with a soft clink, pushing back my chair. "I. I had some ribs while cooking. I'm full," I murmured, forcing a small smile. "You all enjoy."
I looked at Bran.
He didn't say a word, just picked up his glass and took a long sip of wine.
One of his friends, sensing the awkwardness, tried to mediate.
"Elena, it's in the past. Let it go. Everyone's here to enjoy themselves, not to-"
Elena cut him off, hastily wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She raised her glass, her voice trembling but defiant.
"You're right. Let's not dwell. To you," she said, looking directly at me, her tone sharp. "Thank you for taking care of Bran all these years. I'll drink to that."
Before I could react, Bran slammed his glass onto the table, his voice sharp as a blade.
"Enough, Elena."
Her hand jerked, spilling wine across my face.
The sting of the cold liquid didn't bother me as much as the silence that followed. I reached for a napkin, slowly wiping my face as Elena gasped.
"I-I didn't mean to." she stammered, then suddenly slapped herself hard across the cheek.
"I'm sorry!"
But she wasn't looking at me. Her gaze locked onto Bran, wild and desperate.
"Say it, Bran. Say you hate me. Say you'll never forgive me, so I can finally let go. Do you want me to die? Is that it?"
Bran's jaw clenched.
"Elena, stop it," he growled.
Without warning, she turned and bolted toward the balcony.
"Fine! I'll end it now!"
"Elena!" Bran was on his feet in an instant, catching her before she could throw herself over the edge. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
"Have you lost your mind? Enough of this!"
She writhed in his grasp, her voice cracking with sobs.
"Let me go! You don't forgive me! I'm already dead inside!"
Bran's voice dropped. "I forgive you. Is that what you want to hear? I forgive you."
Elena froze, her sobs quieting as she searched his face.
"Do you mean it?"
His hold loosened, and he let out a tired sigh. "Yes."
For a moment, the room was still.
Then, I stood, tossing the soaked napkin onto the table. Bran's head snapped toward me, his body stiff.
"You're leaving?"
I met his gaze briefly, cold and detached.
"Enjoy your forgiveness," I said, walking past them without another word.
Under the hot water of the shower, I finally tasted the salt on my lips.
Bran's head snapped toward me. "Wait-"
Before he could finish, Elena spoke.
"Bran." She paused. "Four years ago. I didn't have a choice."
I froze mid-step.
"My mom-" Her voice broke.
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7.6
Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes!
"Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?"
Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles.
Fuck!
His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin.
A violent tremor shot through my whole body.
A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian."
I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came.
Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch.
I cursed myself in my mind.
He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist.
My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad.
"This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me."
Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth.
Oh God.
His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch.
And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey.
He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force.
That rhythm.
Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth.
"Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?"
He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts.
"Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?"
My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him.
A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat.
"Good. so good."
My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason.
I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart.
He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came.
He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts.
He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention.
His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey.
Fuck!
My hips jerked upward without control.
My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole.
"I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian."
--
I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car.
With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me.
That night, I nearly lost my life.
Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate.
But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him.
I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate.
But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises.
Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-
9.6
He rejected her under the moonlight. Now fate has thrown them into the same war...
Aria Ashborne was supposed to be forgotten the castaway of a fallen pack, the daughter of a disgraced Alpha. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. When Alpha Kaiden Blackthorn the brutal enforcer of the Northern Territories discovers she is his fated mate, he rejects her in front of the entire council, branding her unworthy.
But Aria doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She builds. She builds in silence.
Now a fierce warrior leading her own rebel wolves, she's forced into an uneasy alliance with Kaiden when a deadly new force begins tearing through the werewolf ranks. Old enemies. New secrets. And a bond neither of them can truly sever.
What happens when hate burns hotter than desire? And when the one person you swore to destroy... might be the only one who can save you?
7.1
One look was all it took for the Golden Wolf to mark his prey.
To the glittering elite of Milan, Dante Moretti is a god among men, a billionaire mogul whose Midas touch turns every gold future into an empire. But beneath the bespoke Italian suits and the cold, amber eyes lies a monster. Sworn in as the new Capo of the Moretti Syndicate over his father's open casket, Dante is a man who rules with an iron grip and a heart of stone. He doesn't ask for what he wants. He takes it.
Then he saw Bianca.
Bianca Rossi is a creature of light, an innocent art student who finds beauty in the shadows of Milan's back alleys. She lives for her canvas and her dreams, unaware that a chance encounter in a midnight storm has placed her in the sights of the city's most dangerous predator.
Dante doesn't just want her. He is obsessed.
Using his billions like a silken web, Dante orchestrates a "gilded cage" for Bianca. From anonymous scholarships to lavish "chance" encounters, he draws her into a world of blood-stained gold and lethal power plays. But Bianca is no porcelain doll. Behind her soft beauty lies a fierce, indomitable spirit that refuses to be bought-or broken.
As a brutal war with the Ricci family threatens to burn Milan to the ground, Bianca must choose: flee the man who stalks her dreams, or stand beside the Wolf and become his Queen.
In a world where loyalty is paid in blood and love is a lethal weakness, will Dante's possessiveness be their salvation... or their ultimate destruction?
7.7
On April Fool's Day, Esme fakes her own death after discovering her husband Theo faked a plane crash to test her love, only to endure his abuse and control. Theo, believing Esme dead, later learns the truth about his mother's death and his misunderstanding of Esme. He tries to win her back, but she has moved on and plans to marry her supportive senior. During a dramatic showdown, Theo kidnaps Esme, but she escapes by parachuting from a plane. Theo, in a daze, jumps into the sea where his cruel prank once took place, meeting a fateful end.
Esme finally finds freedom and happiness, leaving the toxic past behind.
7.2
When ordinary wolf Thalia Emerson is hit by a luxury car, she never expects the owner to be Alpha Cassian Frostclaw-ruthless heir to the most feared pack, a man whose presence alone commands obedience. Desperation drives her to accept an unthinkable deal: three years bound to him in exchange for the money that could save the only family she has left.
For nearly three years, Cassian is absent, leaving Thalia to rebuild her life, chase her dreams, and quietly count down the days to her freedom. Just when she believes the contract will end without consequence, Cassian returns-unannounced, uncompromising, and very much aware of the woman she has become.
What begins as a cold pact slowly unravels into something neither of them planned. As power collides with vulnerability and duty tangles with desire, Thalia must decide whether her heart is merely surviving. or learning to belong.
8.6
My world crumbled when I saw my husband, Arthur, across the street with his mistress, Karin, and a son who was his spitting image. For years, he' d told me he wasn' t ready for a family. It was all a lie.
But the true horror began at my own awards ceremony.
Karin' s son, coached to hate me, rushed the stage and attacked me. The assault caused me to miscarry the baby Arthur swore he never wanted. As I lay bleeding on the stage, my husband didn't help.
He shoved me aside, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You monster!" he roared, scooping up his son and leaving me shattered in front of everyone.
Later, Karin cornered me, her voice a triumphant whisper. "I made sure you'd lose the baby." Then, she pushed me off a cliff into the churning ocean below.
But I didn't die. A fisherman pulled me from the water, broken but alive. As the world mourned the "accidental drowning" of Elenora Dawson, I made a call to the Vienna Conservatory.
"I accept."