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The world came back to me in fragments of pain. First, the beeping of machines. Then, the antiseptic smell of hospital disinfectant burning my nostrils. And finally, the crushing weight of loss that made my chest feel hollow, even before I fully opened my eyes. I remember the impact. The screech of brakes. The sickening sensation of being airborne, my body a ragdoll tossed by an angry god. The pavement rushing up to meet me, cold and unforgiving. And then... nothing.

At seventeen, Arwen Valehart, Queen of Ravendale, leaves the safety of the convent where she’s been hidden since childhood and travels to the glittering Valoria court to secure her country’s future. She is promised to Prince Lucien, the heir to the Valoria throne — a marriage that will unite Ravendale and Valoria against the threat of the British. But the Valoria court is nothing like the sanctuary she imagined. Behind the gowns and music lie whispers of betrayal, loss, and blood. Queen Aurelia Devienne, Lucien’s mother, will do anything to stop the union, worried for her son that he will inherit all her enemies. As Arwen tries to navigate the politics of court, she finds herself torn between duty and desire. Lucien is the prince she’s destined to marry — kind, clever, but bound by his own loyalty to Valoria. His half-brother Cassian, wild and devoted, becomes the protector she never expected. The triangle between them burns against a backdrop of rebellion and forbidden love. Every alliance Arwen makes threatens another. Every kiss could start a war. And when English spies, court conspiracies, and forces push Ravendale closer to ruin. Which will Arwen choose when love and duty collide?

The manila envelope arrived on my desk at precisely 9:17 AM, delivered by a courier whose face I didn't bother to remember. No return address, just my name typed on the front in sans-serif font that screamed of anonymity. "Another secret admirer?" Victoria asked, her voice dripping with the sarcasm we both knew wasn't entirely unwelcome. I set down my Mont Blanc pen and picked up the envelope, feeling its weight. Something solid inside. Something that would no doubt disrupt my carefully constructed day. "Open it," I said, already turning back to the quarterly reports that needed my attention. Victoria's sharp nails sliced through the paper. "Photos," she announced, her tone shifting from boredom to something sharper. "You might want to see these." I looked up, and the first image hit me like a physical blow.

Ten years. I've waited ten years for this moment. My fingers trace the delicate embroidery along the ceremonial gown's bodice as I stand at the edge of the Silverfang pack territory. Every stitch was sewn by his hands when we were young—before the world became complicated, before duty and destiny pulled us apart. The fabric whispers against my skin like a promise kept, even if I'm the only one who remembered. The autumn wind carries the scent of pine and earth, but my heart pounds so loudly I can barely hear anything else. Any moment now, Arian will arrive. My fated mate. The boy who sketched this dress on scraps of paper during lazy summer afternoons, who promised me forever under the full moon. I smooth down the skirt one more time, ignoring how my hands tremble.

My mother called me a defective product and insisted I marry Preston Finch, a man who treated our first date like a corporate merger. During our lunch, Preston demanded I clean his car like a servant, his arrogance snapping the last thread of my patience. I threw my iced coffee right into his lap, sending the cafe into a stunned silence as he screamed insults about my background and the cost of his designer pants. My mother didn't care about the abuse; she only cared that I had lost a "catch," calling me an embarrassment and threatening my future while my flower shop faced imminent foreclosure. Trapped by debt and my family’s relentless cruelty, I felt like a drowning woman with nowhere left to turn. Just as I hit rock bottom, Connor Powers—my brother's old roommate—stepped in, his icy gaze promising a brutal end to my misery. "Let's get married," he said, offering a cold, calculated contract that would shield me from my family forever. I signed the papers, unaware that I had just tethered my life to a man whose world was far more dangerous than I could have ever imagined.

I am only three years old, but I have the ancient soul of a Seer and the monstrous strength of a warrior. When my caretaker died, he gave me a blood-pact stone and told me to find my new guardian, Ryker Blackwood. I crossed the dangerous forest alone. I even slaughtered three massive rogues with a silver dagger and healed a dying noblewoman along the way. But when I finally tracked Ryker down in the pack market, he wasn't the strong protector I was promised. He was a disgraced outcast, kneeling in the dirt, bound with burning wolfsbane ropes. The pack's cruel enforcer was raising a silver whip to sever his leg for unpaid debts, while the entire crowd jeered and called him useless trash. He was utterly broken, penniless, and couldn't even defend himself, let alone protect a child. Silas had sworn Ryker was a good man. How could this pathetic, hated pariah be my destined guardian? Yet, seeing them humiliate Silas's only friend ignited a cold fury in my ancient wolf. I stepped out from the crowd, a tiny silver-haired pup facing down the pack's most feared enforcer. "Stop. You are not worthy to punish him." I exposed her darkest secret to the whole market, shattered Ryker's chains, and decided to save this broken man—even if my kraken-like appetite meant he'd have to hunt monsters just to afford my dinner.

Victoria Caldwell’s society wedding implodes when pregnant Sophia storms the cathedral claiming the groom, Alexander, is the father. Victoria calmly orders the reception to proceed, then secretly hires PI James Morrison and raids Alexander’s locked drawer, photographing credit-card receipts from his Chicago tryst. While Alexander swears ignorance, Victoria amasses proof of the affair and begins crafting a cold, calculated reprisal.

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, my boyfriend's childhood friend insisted on coming along. She said she wanted to be there for our happy moment. But as we waited in line, she suddenly fainted. Right there, my boyfriend intertwined his fingers with hers, giving her CPR. When the ambulance arrived, without a second glance at me, he accompanied her on the way to the hospital. That evening, she posted on Instagram, "Only Joel truly cares for me, always putting me first," along with a selfie of them cheek-to-cheek. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Professor Washington: "Professor Washington, is the plan to study abroad still an option?" --- A cold wind swept through, and I shivered involuntarily, staring at the marriage certificate in my hand. This was the fifth time Joel Porter had failed to show at the marriage registry. Each time, his excuses sounded plausible. But this time, I finally felt completely let down.

The water in the bucket was already gray, swirling with the grime of the dungeon floor. My knees ached against the cold, unforgiving stone, the damp chill seeping into my bones. I was the mate of the Alpha, yet here I was, scrubbing the cells like an Omega, while the real power in the pack wore heels and watched me with a smirk. "You missed a spot, Nellie," Jessica Stevens said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She stood just outside the iron bars, looking pristine in a white dress that seemed out of place in the gloom of the underground prison. I dipped the brush back into the water, fighting the urge to tremble. "I'll get it, Jessica." "Good girl. Silas hates a dirty house, you know. We all just want him happy." She leaned against the lever that controlled the heavy iron door of the adjacent cell. I froze.

Pain pulled me from the darkness like claws dragging through my ribs. I blinked against the sterile white light of Silverfang's healing wing, my throat dry as sand. The antiseptic smell burned my nose, mixing with the lingering copper scent of my own blood. Bandages wrapped tight around my torso, from my ribs down to my hip where the rogue's claws had torn me open during yesterday's border attack. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, a shadow of what she should be. Eight years since I'd given half my essence to save a dying boy, and she still felt like an echo of herself. The other pack members sensed it too — the diminished aura that marked me as somehow less than worthy of an Alpha's attention. I reached instinctively for Christian through our mind-link, the way I had every morning for eight years. The connection that should have been warm and welcoming hit a solid wall instead. Blocked.

Lyra gave her heart to the wrong man and her empire with it. As the founder of a top law firm, she trusted her husband with everything. Her love, her company, and her future. But the man she built her world around betrayed her in the cruelest way: stealing her firm, framing her for fraud, and shattering her life with the woman she once trusted as her friend. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, Lyra was killed by both of them. But fate wasn't done with her. Lyra wakes up one year before the betrayal. This time, she's not the same woman. She's colder. Sharper. Unforgiving. And she's ready to take back everything that was stolen from her. She won't be doing it alone. Two powerful billionaires step into her life. Vincent, the real estate mogul who's always cared for her from afar. And Louis, a brilliant tech genius with secrets of his own and a personal reason to see her rise again. They don't want to control her. They want to stand beside her. Two allies. Two offers. One woman who refuses to be a victim ever again. Lyra was reborn not for mercy, but for revenge. Now, it's her turn to choose who pays, who falls... and who earns the right to stand by her side.

In the Kingdom of Everspire, a celestial omen appears once every thousand years, the Blood Moon Prophecy. It chooses one woman to mate-bond with five Alpha wolves, each ruling a different pack. If she fails to unite them, the kingdom will fall to the Void Beasts that hunt in the shadows. This year, it chose me, and all five of my fated Alpha mates rejected our bond. I was the packless wolfless orphan no one wants. They don't know I'm the Silver Phantom, the realm's most feared masked rogue wolf who's slaughtered corrupt Alphas for a decade. They don't know I'm the Last Moonblood, heir to the ancient Celestial Pack that was supposed to be exterminated. They don't know I'm a True Alpha-stronger than any wolf alive-who's mastered nine ancient powers: primal magic, battle strategy, healing arts, divine shifting, and more. And they definitely don't know I'm the only one who can stop the Demon King of the Void from breaking through and destroying all shifter-kind. The Crown Prince Alpha thought bonding with me would weaken his bloodline. Now he corners me in the hallways, his voice low and desperate "You belong to me, Lysandra. At my side. In my bed. Under my protection. Your wolf calls to mine-don't you dare deny what burns between us." The General Alpha believed I'd be a liability on the battlefield. Now he drops to one knee before me after I ended a war he couldn't win, his eyes burning gold. "I was a god-damned fool. You're not just my mate. You're my Alpha. My equal in everything. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Say you'll stay." The Grand Sorcerer Alpha was convinced I had no wolf, no power, nothing became obsessed. "Your power passes mine. You're Mine. I've searched centuries for a mate worthy of me, and you've been here all along. Don't you dare hide from me again." The Merchant Heir Alpha called me forgettable. Now he traces the scars on my face like they're sacred. "I was blind and stupid. You're the most exquisite creature I've ever seen. Let me spend eternity proving I'm worthy of you. Let me worship you the way I should have from the moment we met." The Shadow Guardian Alpha refused to even acknowledge my existence. Now he stalks me through the darkness, his voice a rough whisper against my neck. "I've hunted you for years without knowing my prey was my mate. You're the only wolf strong enough to stand beside me. The only one I'll ever submit to. You own me, little phantom. Whether you accept it or not." And now all five of them are obsessed with me. Possessive and Feral with need. Too bad I'm the one in control now. And I have a Demon King to kill.

Hook: A 30-year-old hero, Kael, finds himself in a mysterious forest near the ancient Eldoria Castle. Strange creatures, forgotten magic, and hidden secrets test his courage, heart, and wits. Each chapter reveals new dangers, mysteries, and emotional struggles, keeping readers hooked.

The night Emily Collins was murdered, she learned the truth. The family she spent ten years loving were the same people who killed her parents, stole her inheritance, and raised her like a servant in her own home. Then they sold her off to Ghost. A feared crime lord known for violence, power, and the countless women trapped inside his mansion through debt marriages. Emily tried to escape. They hunted her down and killed her for it. But Emily wakes up five hours before her death with all her memories intact. This time, she walks willingly into the devil's den as his bride. Inside the mansion, survival is brutal. The wives scheme, betray, and destroy each other for power and protection. One mistake can end in disappearance…..or death. But Emily refuses to remain weak again. Quietly and patiently, she begins to rise. She gains influence among the women, earns Ghost’s attention, uncovers secrets, and carefully plans revenge against the family who ruined her life. One by one, the Collins family begins to lose everything. Because the broken girl they once tortured is gone. And the woman who came back from death is far more dangerous.

At six in the morning, the penthouse was a hush of pale gray light. The marble under my bare feet was cold. I sat on the edge of the bathtub with the test stick in my hand and watched the second pink line darken until there was no more pretending. Eight weeks. Maybe nine. My thumb found the inside of my left wrist and pressed there. A small habit. A way to hold myself in one piece. I did it without thinking, the way some people pray. I looked up at the mirror across from me.

The mind-link hit me like a physical blow, tearing through my consciousness with raw panic and desperation. *Luna! Emergency at the eastern border! Rogue attack! The pups—Emma—* I dropped the teacup I'd been holding, porcelain shattering against the kitchen floor as Gamma Reynolds' frantic voice echoed in my mind. My wolf, Celeste, surged forward instantly, her maternal instincts screaming danger. *Luke!* I reached out through our mate bond, but found only silence. Not the comfortable quiet of distance, but the deliberate, impenetrable wall that had become all too familiar lately. *Alpha Anderson is unavailable,* came Beta Marcus's strained response when I tried the pack link. *He's dealing with Nathan's emergency at the clinic.* Nathan.

Dangling off a balcony ledge, Juliana heard Braydon murmur, "Be mine, and I'll save you." Only later did Juliana learn they had already shared one reckless night-a setup by her two-faced boyfriend chasing promotion. Sweet and compliant, she fit the mold of a perfect lover. He ruled the underworld, sharp and merciless, and she, an orphan, made easy prey. He taught her to kill and conquer, and she yielded to his every demand. When a damning tape surfaced and prison loomed, he sneered, "Know your place." By the time she let go, he broke down, begging, "Please... just one more chance."

Dante Moretti was born into power,but never wanted it. The heir to Italy's most feared mafia family, he learned early that love is a weakness and loyalty is bought in blood. Until her. Victoria Hale ;bright, innocent, and hopelessly out of his reach. She was the one thing pure in his dark world, the girl who made him believe he could be more than his father's monster. But when his family discovered their secret, Dante was forced to vanish overnight, leaving her heart shattered to protect her life. Five years later, Dante is no longer the boy she loved. He's the Don cold, ruthless, untouchable. And she... she's about to marry his former bestfriend. Until the church doors burst open. Until the gunfire silences the vows. Until the devil she thought was gone drags her back into his world and whispers, "You remember who you belong to." Now, trapped between the man she once loved and the man she was forced to marry, Victoria must navigate a world of danger, obsession, and forbidden desire. Because loving Dante Moretti was never safe But surviving him might be impossible.

They say marrying Cassian Blackmoor is a death sentence. Seventeen wives. Seventeen funerals. One widower no one can explain. They call him cursed. They call him dangerous. Some call him a murderer who hides behind wealth and silence. But no one can prove anything - and no one dares accuse a billionaire who buries his wives with the same calm devotion he once loved them with. Eloise Laurent knows the rumors. She knows the whispers. She knows the stories about the widower whose brides never live long. Instead, she falls for him. For the quiet sadness in his eyes. For the way his voice softens only for her. For the way he loves like he's terrified of losing her. And maybe he should be. But when she discovers a hidden grave bearing her own name, Eloise realizes something far worse than rumors is waiting for her inside his house.

Adriana Guzman spent two agonizing days tearing through the freezing fog of the woods, searching for her missing five-year-old daughter. She finally found little Pippa curled up under a massive oak tree, her tiny body frozen solid and lifeless. Trembling, Adriana called her husband, Everette. Instead of panic, she heard the soft voice of his mistress in the background. "You think telling me my daughter is dead will make me book a flight home?" He laughed, accusing her of faking the tragedy for attention. When Adriana woke up in the hospital, Everette finally arrived, bringing his mistress with him. He shielded the other woman from Adriana's grief, threw a checkbook at her, and demanded she name her price to sign the divorce papers. He only believed the truth when the midday news broadcasted the discovery of Pippa's body. Exhausted and utterly broken by his cruelty, Adriana swallowed a hidden bottle of sleeping pills. As the darkness pulled her under, she felt a suffocating sense of injustice. Why had she wasted her life begging for a cold man's affection? Why did her innocent daughter have to die alone in the freezing mud while he drank champagne? But the end never came. Adriana opened her eyes to find herself twenty-one again, standing in a luxury hotel room as a younger Everette walked out of the shower to propose. This time, she smashed a crystal vase, pressed a jagged shard to her own bleeding throat, and looked him dead in the eye. "I would rather die right here than ever marry you."

Two thousand, three hundred and forty-one photos. That’s what seventeen-year-old Ian finds when he accidentally syncs his new tablet to his mother’s cloud account. The pictures aren't of family vacations or his high school milestones. They are of a boy he has never met—a teenager with his father’s chin, celebrating birthdays and holidays with Ian's parents just forty minutes away. Ian isn’t the beloved firstborn. He is the forgotten stand-in. For years, his parents have been secretly raising his father's illegitimate son, planning to formally introduce him to high society by secretly selling off the historic estate Ian's late grandmother left behind. They think Ian is clueless. They think he will quietly step aside. They are wrong. Before she died, Ian’s grandmother knew everything. She didn’t just leave Ian a secret key, a hidden $1.8 million trust, and the damning evidence of his parents' financial crimes. She left him a loaded gun. On the night his parents host a lavish gala to welcome their "real" son home, Ian isn't going to cry, and he isn't going to play the victim. He is going to walk in with a court order, emancipate himself, and methodically tear down the empire his mother built on deceit. My Mom's Cloud Album Exposed the Son She Hid From Me for Three Years is a gripping story of ultimate family betrayal, calculated revenge, and a young man's journey to reclaim his true name from the people who tried to erase him.

Sash knows Dante Hix is a jerk, but she can't help loving him. The fact that he's her stepbrother only complicates matters. Despite their tumultuous past, Sash finds herself broke and in need of his help. When she sees Dante again, she knows immediately that history is going to repeat itself. He asks her to dance, and before she knows it, she's back in his bed. But this time, there's more at stake - she's pregnant with his child. Dante promises to stay if she gives him what he wants, but can she trust him? This is just the beginning of a steamy and taboo romance that will leave readers on the edge of their seats. If you're a fan of alpha male billionaires and scorching hot romance, this multi-part series is for you. But beware - there are plenty of cliffhangers along the way.

BLURB Vivian spent half of her life trusting John, her sponsor as well as crush. She thought she meant something to him, she thought he was her whole world not until she got pregnant for him. But he showed her true colors, by leaving her to die mercilessly. But as fate would have it, she was given a second chance. And this time.... Fate gave her the real "world"

The silence in the Grand Hall was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. I stood in the center of the polished wooden floor, feeling like a criminal awaiting a death sentence rather than a victim recovering from a sacrifice. A thousand eyes bore into me, their gazes sharp with judgment and devoid of pity. My hand trembled as it rose to touch the thick, white gauze wrapped tightly around my neck. The wound beneath throbbed in time with my frantic heartbeat, a jagged remind of the rogue’s claws that had stolen my voice just three days ago. I wanted to scream, to plead my case, to tell them that I was still me, still Rachel. But when I opened my mouth, only a ragged, wet gasp of air escaped. The connection to my wolf was gone, severed along with my vocal cords, leaving me hollow and terrifyingly alone inside my own mind. I looked up at the dais, desperate to lock eyes with the one person who was supposed to protect me. Alpha Wesley sat on his velvet chair, his posture rigid.