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The heat radiating from Mina’s small body felt less like a fever and more like a warning. It burned against my palm, a dry, searing fire that made the damp chill of our Queens apartment feel even more oppressive. Outside, the October rain lashed against the single-pane window, the sound like gravel being thrown against the glass. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of old radiator dust and my own rising panic. I checked the thermometer again. 103.2°F. The numbers glowed red in the semi-darkness, mocking me. “Mommy,” Mina whimpered, her voice thin and reedy. She thrashed against the tangled sheets, her usually bright eyes glassy and unfocused. “I know, baby.

Astrid's world is shattered when she discovers her fiance's betrayal and her sister's deceit. Consumed by anger, hurt, and a thirst for revenge, she makes a choice that will forever alter her destiny as she becomes entwined in a passionate and tumultuous relationship with the mysterious Mr. Thompson. Astrid must confront the darkness within herself and the true depth of her own desire. Will she find solace in the arms of her new lover or will the secrets and obstacles tear them apart? A heart-wrenching tale of love,lust and redemption.

The golden lights of the Shadowpine Pack's grand ballroom cast dancing shadows across hundreds of faces, all turned toward the center of the polished marble floor where my mate—my Alpha—held another woman in his arms. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my fingers gripping the silk fabric of my emerald gown so tightly I could feel my nails threatening to tear through the delicate material. Fifteen years. Fifteen years I had stood in shadows like this, watching Dexter lavish attention on everyone except his Luna. But tonight felt different. Tonight, as Beta Elise Williamson melted against his chest, her perfectly manicured fingers trailing along his broad shoulders, something inside me finally cracked. The territorial expansion celebration was supposed to be our triumph. Our pack had grown from a struggling group of thirty to over two hundred strong wolves, thanks in large part to the fifty thousand dollars I had invested from my inheritance during those desperate early days. Money Dexter had never acknowledged. Success he had never shared credit for.

I have been Luna of the Ironcrest Pack for seven years. I know what silence from Ezra feels like. It has a texture — cold and deliberate, like a door shut not from the wind but from a hand. This one has lasted seven days, and on the morning of the eighth, he walks into my dressing room without knocking. I am sitting at the vanity, working a comb through my hair. I watch him in the mirror. He does not look at my face. He sets a glossy black box down on the vanity surface — not handed to me, just dropped — and takes one step back, the way you'd put down something that isn't yours and never was. "Joelle didn't want these." His voice is flat. Finished.

Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life. Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?

I was the Mafia Princess of the Wolfe family, engaged to Daniel Marino to unite our powerful syndicates. But during a hit at a speakeasy, we were both gunned down. As my chest was torn apart by a Tommy gun, I looked at my fiancé, expecting him to reach for me. Instead, there was no despair in his eyes, only a twisted, selfish terror. We both died on that floor, but the devil sent us back to the day of my hospital discharge. Instead of finalizing our wedding, Daniel stormed into my father’s study. "I won't marry Isabella. I want Celine." He demanded to break our engagement, claiming he wouldn't be collateral damage in a Wolfe family war, and declared his true love for my sweet, orphaned adopted sister. He thought shedding me would save his life, completely unaware that the assassination was orchestrated by his precious Celine. In my past life, I didn't know she was a rat who sold our patrol routes to rivals and plotted my murder just to take my place. If I hadn't died once, I would have believed her manufactured tears and comforted her. But this time, I remembered everything. I buried the vengeful woman I had become and let my face pale as I pushed open the heavy oak doors. "Daniel? You... you want Celine?" I whispered, forcing a heartbroken tear to fall. This time, I would play the fragile victim, just so I could orchestrate their absolute ruin.

To escape my psychopathic, controlling lover, I faked my death in a Syrian war zone. Thirty-seven reconstructive surgeries later, the terrified girl he kept locked in a basement was gone. I returned to New York as an untouchable neurosurgeon, Dr. Alivia Clay. I only came back to save his grandfather—the one man who helped me escape. I thought my flawless new face was the perfect armor. But the moment Collis Duncan saw me, he cornered me against the hospital wall. He didn't recognize my face, but he recognized my panic. He trapped me in his arms, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and orange blossom on my skin. "You smell exactly like a ghost I used to know," he whispered. Worse, a traumatized, mute little boy with Collis's exact gray eyes stumbled into me in the hallway. The boy clutched my white coat and handed me a flashcard with a crude drawing of a woman. "Mama." My blood turned to ice. Five years ago, I was told my newborn baby burned to ashes in that medical tent. How could this boy be alive? Why did Collis have my son while I mourned a pile of dust? Now, Collis is ordering a microscopic background check, desperate to tear my fake life to the ground and cage me again. But I'm not running anymore. Once I finish this surgery, I'm taking my son back.

I was never meant to see it. The moment wasn't intended for my eyes, but fate has a cruel way of revealing truths we've spent years avoiding. The crisp autumn air kissed my skin as I stepped into Le Bernardin, Manhattan's crown jewel of fine dining. Alexander had texted that he was running late for our anniversary dinner—our sixth year together. Six years of loving a man who had never once looked at me the way he was looking at her now. I'd arrived early, hoping to surprise him with a vintage watch I'd spent months tracking down. Instead, I was the one ambushed by reality. Weaving through the sea of white tablecloths and crystal glasses, I spotted them tucked away in a corner. I instinctively slipped behind a decorative pillar, my heart hammering against my ribs as the scene unfolded before me. Alexander Dropkin—my Alexander—was on his knees.

The bass from Marcus Thompson's sound system throbbed through the floorboards as I navigated my way through the crowded living room. Quinn's surprise return from her year abroad had brought out everyone we knew in Seattle, and the house was packed wall-to-wall with familiar faces. I needed air—space to breathe that didn't smell like cheap beer and perfume. "Elia! Where you headed?" Marcus called out as I slipped past him toward the back door. "Just need some fresh air," I replied with a tight smile. "It's getting a bit stuffy in here." The cool night air hit my face as I stepped onto the porch. String lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the small backyard. I inhaled deeply, trying to clear my head. Six years with Cillian, and sometimes I still felt like I couldn't quite catch my breath around him.

The scent of rosemary and roasted garlic hung heavy in the air, a cloying reminder of a memory that only one of us kept. I adjusted the silverware for the third time, my fingers trembling against the cold metal. Three years. It had been three years since the Swiss Alps swallowed Cassius Payne and spat out a stranger who wore his skin but spoke with a voice devoid of our history. Tonight was the anniversary of our first date. The real one. Not the fabricated timeline Liana Hart had fed him. The lock clicked. My breath hitched, a painful knot forming behind my ribs. Cassius walked in.

“As you make your bed, you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?” He captured her, and had no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down. He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who’s just an ordinary and young supermarket staff. Her life has totally changed since she met him. He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

Thirty years as a Beta's rejected mate. Thirty years of watching my wolf wither while Grant chased every she-wolf who batted her lashes. When I caught his scent on another—*again*—I ran. Not from him. From the bond that was slowly killing my beast. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Kael Vyrion. Alpha King of the North American packs. My *true* fated mate. The moment his ice-blue eyes locked onto my broken wolf, my entire body ignited with a claiming heat I'd never known. Grant thinks he can win me back with apologies? He doesn't understand: **A rejected mate doesn't beg. She ascends.** And when the Alpha King marks me under the full moon, every wolf in the hemisphere will hear my howl.

Eighteen years of hope, one night of shattering betrayal. Beta's daughter Maliyla finally finds her fated mate, the powerful Alpha Erick Lopez, only to be publicly rejected just hours later. Humiliated and cast out by her entire pack, she is forced to run, barely escaping a fatal attack. But fate isn't finished. Rescued by a rival pack, Maliyla meets the one man who makes her heart beat again: a powerful second-chance Alpha. Her first mate broke her; her second mate wants to claim her. Can Maliyla heal enough to choose a new life, or will the ghost of her rejection haunt her forever?

She was the daughter they tried to erase. Now, she is the Queen they cannot escape. In the Moon Shadow Pack, Audrey is a ghost in her own home. Born on a night of prophecy but appearing to be a "powerless" human, she has spent twenty-one years as a servant to her cruel stepmother and her pampered half-sister, Samantha. Her father, the Alpha, looks at her and sees only the death of his beloved wife-a stain on his legacy that needs to be removed. When a marriage alliance is struck with the powerful and mysterious Silver Pack, Audrey's family concocts a deadly plan. They will veil Audrey and swap her for Samantha, sending her to marry the blind Alpha, Lucas. They believe the union will kill her instantly, leaving the path clear for Samantha to claim the crown once the "sacrifice" is complete. But the prophecy had a secret. The moment Lucas claims his bride, his sight is restored, and the power dormant in Audrey's blood erupts. She isn't a human, and she isn't a mere werewolf-she is the long-lost White Wolf, the True Luna of the Silver Pack. As Audrey rises from the ashes of her betrayal, she is no longer the girl who cowers in the shadows. With a powerful Alpha at her side and an ancient magic in her veins, she is returning home. And this time, it won't be to serve-it will be to burn down the house that tried to destroy her.

In the fog shrouded forests of Crescent Valley, Elara North never expected to return. She thought the past was behind her until the town, the forest, and a mysterious Alpha named Kael Draven reminded her that some destinies cannot be ignored. Kael is fierce, commanding, and unshakably determined. And when he claims Elara as his fated mate, she is thrust into a world of pack politics, primal instincts, and dangerous secrets. Suspicion and attraction tangle together, and the closer she gets to Kael, the more she realizes that survival may mean surrender and love may come with a cost. With the forest alive, predators lurking, and the full moon looming, Elara must uncover the truths that everyone else fears to face. Can she trust Kael with her heart... and her life? Or will the shadows of Crescent Valley consume them both?

This holiday collection is pure, uncut sin under the mistletoe. Step-siblings tangled in tinsel and sweat. Best friends betraying vows on the Christmas rug. Stranded guests double-stuffed by the hosts. Secret Santas delivering creampies instead of gifts. No safe words. No condoms. Just raw, bed-breaking, screaming-orgasm holiday hookups.🔥 Kinks include: daddy kink, age-gap, cheating, Double Penetration, squirting on the Christmas tree, caught masturbating, and marital-bed breeding while the spouse sleeps downstairs. If Christmas makes you wet for the wrong reasons-this blizzard will drown you in it. Strictly 18+.🔞🔞🔞 Grab a blanket... you'll need it to hide the stains.🔥🔥

The phone lit up at 2:47 in the morning. I was standing at the kitchen counter in the dark, reaching for the water glass I'd left there after dinner, and Xander's phone was just—there. Face-up. Glowing that particular blue-white that means a new message. *Miss you already. Tonight was everything. — G* The counter edge cut into the heel of my hand. I'd pressed into it without realizing. I read the message twice. Then the screen dimmed and the kitchen went back to dark, and I stood there very still the way you go still when you've heard something fall somewhere in the house and you're waiting to understand whether it broke.

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I stand before the mirror in our bedroom—mine and Raylan's—though it hasn't felt like ours in months. My fingers work through my hair, braiding it in that familiar pattern I've done since I was a girl. Mom always said I braided when I was nervous, and tonight, the Blood Moon festival has my stomach in knots. The mating mark on my neck catches my eye. I touch it, and the skin feels cold. Wrong. It should pulse with warmth, with the connection between me and my Alpha, my mate. Instead, it's like touching ice. *Raylan?* I reach out through our mind-link, trying to coordinate our entrance to the ceremony. As Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I'm supposed to enter the hall on his arm, a united front for our people.

I can feel the weight of the tray cutting into my palms before I even enter the banquet hall. The ceremonial glassware—crystal goblets etched with the pack's crescent moon sigil—clinks softly with each step, a delicate sound that feels obscene against the low hum of anticipation threading through the Moonveil Pack house. My Omega uniform, rough-spun linen that itches against my collarbone, marks me as clearly as a brand. I'm Briana Gilbert, wolfless Omega, and tonight I'm invisible labor in a room full of wolves waiting to bare their throats to someone new. The hall is already half-full when I push through the service entrance. Strings of white lights crisscross the vaulted ceiling, casting everything in a soft, deceitful glow that makes the room look warmer than it is. The air smells like pine boughs and roasted meat, undercut by the sharp, electric scent of too many wolves packed into one space. I keep my head down and my movements efficient, setting goblets at each place setting with the mechanical precision I've perfected over the past year. Don't be seen. Don't be noticed.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her!" He growled. "But she is nothing. She's just an unwanted omega," Jamey said. "Not anymore," King Barakar replied. "She is mine! She is my mate!" Raya was done with mate bonds, and pack loyalty. Broken, betrayed, and abandoned on the day that was meant to be the happiest day in her life by the Alpha she had loved in silence, she leaves only to collapse at the feet of the most powerful person in the five kingdoms - the Alpha King himself. He claims her as his fated mate and is passionate about her. But unknown to them, they share a destiny that pre-dates them. Raya finds herself in the midst of a power tussle, and she is the center of it all. Her awakened wolf is a threat to some, and a weapon for others. This time, she chooses to fight for her life, her freedom, and the wolf within, even if it sets the world ablaze, no matter the cost.

I was the orphan Marcus Thorne took in. He was my guardian, my savior, and the man I foolishly fell in love with. But when he caught me sketching his portrait, he didn't see devotion. He saw a mess. He called my feelings "inappropriate" and told his fiancée I was just a "minor household issue" before shipping me off to Italy to get rid of me. He thought I would pine for him. Instead, I erased him. I blocked his number, deleted his photos, and sent him a check for every single cent he spent on me with two words: *Debt paid.* Three years later, Marcus showed up in Florence. He looked wrecked, desperate, and furious that his "property" had walked away. He tried to order me home. He tried to claim he finally loved me. He expected the girl who used to worship him to fall into his arms. But I looked at the man who broke my heart and felt absolutely nothing. "You don't love me, Marcus," I said, stepping back into the arms of a man who actually valued me. "You just hate losing." And for the first time, I watched him crumble while I walked away.

After surviving twenty-one years in a brutal orphanage, I finally returned to my billionaire biological family with the silver pocket watch that proved my identity. But my relatives didn't care about me; they only loved Corie, the fake daughter who had stolen my life after our mothers switched us during a hospital fire. On my very first day home, the family faced total ruin over a thirty billion dollar debt. The creditors demanded a Dunlap daughter marry their comatose, vegetative heir to settle the score. Without a second thought, my grandmother and uncle pointed their fingers at me. They claimed Corie was too delicate and precious to spend her life nursing a corpse with a heartbeat. "You're used to hardship and deprivation," my grandmother sneered, demanding I fulfill my so-called family obligation to save them all. I looked at these strangers who had ignored my existence for two decades, expecting me to sacrifice my future just so a thief could keep enjoying my stolen wealth. They thought they were tossing an unwanted orphan into a living hell. But when I saw the medical file of the comatose heir, a cold thrill ran through my veins. It was Andres Gillespie. The man who had taken my innocence during a mountain storm four years ago, and the secret father of my hidden twins. I calmly set down my coffee cup and smiled at my arrogant family. "I'll do it. I'll marry him."

Every night, Lucian would give me medication and then send me off to the beds of his seven different "buddies." They made a bet: "No protection allowed. Whoever gets her pregnant in a month owes Lucian two million dollars." A month later, I was indeed pregnant. The moment Lucian got the test results, he promptly arranged for an abortion. "Get rid of this kid, and we'll marry right away," he said. I slapped him hard, waving around the marriage certificate. "Get lost. Do not disturb the wedding between me and the baby's father." --- "Miss Hoffman, it's not a stomach illness, nor did you eat something bad. You're pregnant." Dr. Lawrence's words echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. Pregnant?