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'You ungrateful little manipulator,' she hissed. 'After everything we've done for you.' I stared at her, genuinely confused. 'I'm sorry?' 'Don't play innocent.' Evelyn's voice rose as she stood, her chair scraping against the hardwood floor. 'You've been poisoning Victor's mind against his real family for years. And now I hear you've been spreading lies about your treatment here to the Pembertons and the Caldwells?' My heart raced. I hadn't spoken to anyone about my life here—I barely had friends outside the house. 'That's not true, I—' 'ENOUGH!' I didn't see it coming. The sharp crack of Evelyn's palm against my cheek echoed through the dining room like a gunshot. My head snapped sideways from the force, and a burning sensation spread across my face. Complete silence fell.

Everyone in the pack knew that a simple offering of food could make me, the so-called "foolish princess," do anything. Kaizen Phillips, the Beta of the pack, once handed me a piece of cake, and I clung to him for years after that. Though he never showed it openly, he despised me in private, calling me shameless and accusing me of throwing myself at him. I didn’t understand what "shameless" or "throwing myself at him" meant—I only knew that Beta Kaizen gave me good food, so he must be a good person. I liked him, and I wanted to repay his kindness. That was until the news came from the northern border: our pack had suffered a defeat, and Vera Fernandez, the Lycan King’s most cherished daughter, was to be sent as a mate to the rival pack’s Alpha to secure peace. Vera’s mother, Bristol Larson, the Lycan Queen, came to me personally, carrying a box of pastries. She pleaded with me to take Vera’s place in the mark ceremony. I wiped the crumbs from my mouth and waved my hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, Your Majesty.

I had rehearsed the words so many times that by the time I finally said them, they came out calm. Almost gentle. Like I was reading from a document I'd already signed. "I, Selene Carlson, Luna of Ironvale Pack, reject you, Arthur Miller, Alpha of Ironvale Pack, as my fated mate." The office was quiet except for the rain against the windows. Arthur sat behind his desk — the same desk we'd picked out together eight years ago from a salvage yard when we couldn't afford anything better — and he didn't flinch. He didn't look up. He had a pen in his hand and some kind of territory report open in front of him, and for a moment I thought he hadn't heard me. Then he set the pen down. "Accepted," he said. That was it.

I hired a lawyer to end my bond with Ryan, who'd cheated on me. Imagine my shock when that lawyer walked in-it was Matthew, my ex-mate, with whom I share so much painful history. Tensions ran high as we worked on the case, and I had to tell him I'm pregnant. I don't even know who the father is-maybe Ryan, or maybe someone from that blurry, drunken night I can barely remember. Flashbacks keep hitting me: our breakup was all a misunderstanding. Later, my daughter Lila and Matthew's daughter Sophie ended up at the same preschool. Then Lila got hurt, and I had to admit the truth-Lila is Matthew's child, too. Now he wants to be in her life, but I'm still hurting from how he distrusted me before. I'm planning to move to Meridona to escape it all, but. I don't know if that's the right choice.

His sharp intake of breath washed over her. His gaze dragged over her breast to her mound that the thong did a bad job covering. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned. His voice was deeper than any she ever heard. "On the couch." She obeyed without thinking. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions. "Spread your legs." She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers. His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth, biting, sucking, tugging until sparks shot to her core. "Jason-" she gasped, desperate. ******** Anna was supposed to be enjoying her sister's wedding afterparty, not stuck in a locked car with the groom's infuriating older brother. Jason Knight-best man, shameless flirt, her personal headache-had been under her skin since they met for rehearsals, and now, in her space. He wasn't supposed to make her skin heat with one touch. And she definitely wasn't supposed to end the night tangled in bed with him. One night. That's all it was meant to be. But what Anna doesn't know: Jason isn't just her brother-in-law's maddeningly smug brother, he's the boy she once humiliated in high school-the one who never forgot, and he's spent every one of the years after changing everything about himself. Now, he's back with a grudge, a memory that cuts deep, and a plan. Twenty-one days. One dangerous game. Anna is about to learn that some grudges don't fade, they smolder and ignite. When old wounds collide with white-hot chemistry, will revenge blur into something even more dangerous? or will it be their ruin?

One night. One howl. One kiss that changed everything. Seventeen-year-old Ethan Cross wakes up with blood on his hands and a wolf in his soul. Marked by an ancient pack and hunted by shadowy enemies, he's thrust into a war he doesn't understand-where every full moon threatens to steal his humanity. Maya Reed is the only person who can calm the beast inside him. She's also hiding the truth about who she really is. As danger closes in and the moon tightens its grip, Ethan must choose between running from the monster he's becoming-or embracing it to protect the girl who makes his heart remember how to be human.

I was the trophy wife of Wall Street’s golden boy, Spencer Elliott. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, silent spouse, enduring his coldness and his mother’s venom. I did it all because Spencer was the only person paying for the experimental medical care keeping my dying mother alive. But during a high-society gala, the gilded cage finally broke. I overheard Spencer laughing with his mistress about the "custom cocktail" he was feeding my mother. He wasn't paying for her cure; he was paying a doctor to systematically poison her with sedatives to keep me dependent and compliant until his forty-million-dollar inheritance vested. When I tried to confront him, the mask of the perfect husband shattered. He dragged me by my hair into our bedroom and slammed me against the wall, his eyes cold and murderous. "If you ever try to leave, your mother gets an overdose. Accidentally, of course." He told me I was nothing more than a pawn for his payout. I realized then that my entire marriage was a calculated swindle, and the man I thought was my savior was actually my mother's executioner. The betrayal was so deep it turned my blood to ice. Every sacrifice I had made and every humiliation I had swallowed was built on a monstrous lie. I felt a cold, sharp rage replacing my despair, a surgeon’s focus shifting from healing to a much more dangerous kind of excision. That’s when Julian Sterling, the most feared man in the city, stepped out of the shadows to burn my world down. He rescued me from Spencer’s violence and promised me a life of freedom, but as I finally exhaled in his arms, my secret burner phone buzzed with an encrypted message. The man who originally ruined my family was back, and the last time he was seen, he was standing right next to Julian. Is my new protector my greatest ally, or the target I've been hunting all along?

My father was the King of Wall Street until he was branded a fraud, turning the Maxwell name into a lead weight dragging me to the bottom of the Hudson. I walked into the Brennan Media Tower with blood-red lipstick and a desperate proposal, offering myself as a "paper wife" to Garland Brennan, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. Garland didn’t even look at me as a human being; he tore my term sheet in half and called me "radioactive" before having security toss me out like trash. I returned to my rotting apartment in Bushwick only to find my roommate’s cousin, a debt collector named Jax, waiting to break my bones. He pinned me against the wall, his hand heavy on my throat as he sneered about selling me to a club to pay off my father's debts. With my ribs aching and my back against the radiator, I had to leak corporate secrets on Twitter just to summon Garland’s private mercenaries to stop a predator. The humiliation didn't stop there. At the Met Gala, the elite mocked my dress made of construction tarp, and my father’s creditors began harassing my senile grandmother in her nursing home. I was a cornered animal, and Garland Brennan was the only hunter offering a cage instead of a grave. I realized then that in this zip code, you are either the predator or the prey, and I was tired of being hunted. Garland offered me a marriage contract that demanded total submission—no equity, no voting rights, just an employee with a wedding ring. I signed the four-hundred-page document with a steady hand, but not before hiding a legal poison pill in the fine print. He thinks he bought a silent asset, but I just secured a front-row seat to his downfall.

Five years. Four hundred million dollars. And the wedding dress was never mine. I found out on a Tuesday—a C-list actress draped in my custom Vera Wang, hanging off my fiancé's arm. Six months of French lace. Six meters of Italian silk. Every stitch a promise I had made to myself: someone finally chose me for me. He locked the doors of that boutique. Froze my cards. Threatened my friends. Told the world I was just a delusional former assistant who didn't know her place. The internet called me crazy, a liar, a desperate woman who couldn't take a hint. His name trended everywhere. My accounts got suspended before I could say a word. What he never knew: his empire ran on my capital. His patents were mine. His executive assistant had been feeding me evidence for months—emails, recordings, a paper trail of fraud stretching back years. I dialed the encrypted phone. A voice said, "I've waited five years." "Then wait three more days," I said. "I'm going to tear his head off."

“You're mine now, Brittany.” He whispered in my ears. I froze. I don't remember telling him my name. Zayne…Zayne…oh God. Now, I remember why his name sounded so familiar…but it was too late, I thought as I lost consciousness. __ Brittany's life has been full of heartbreaks and pain, from her father's death to her mother's manipulation and abuse, while using religion as a weapon. She grews up with fear, guarding her virginity like a cloak because of her mother's constant words in her ears. Until she meets Zayne, known throughout New York as the CEO for his ruthlessness, he turns out to be Mafia too. Zayne claims her as his refusing to let her go. Will Brittany grow to love him and give him a chance after what he did to her? What happens when she's the only one who can save him from enemies flocking around him? __ “I'm letting you go, doll.” He mumbled as he held on to me, his eyes growing weak. My heart twisted in my chest as tears fell down my cheeks. No… “I don't regret a thing. You taking me was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

"What gives you the right to think you can control me?" I fumed, feeling the anger rising in me. Before I could react, he had me pinned against the wall, his eyes staring into mine. “Go ahead and deny it all you want but this body of yours belongs to me completely. Like hell I'd let anyone touch you that way.” _ Violet Murray had always longed for the day she would find her mate. She doesn’t expect the painful rejection and humiliation that comes from the Alpha. Tired of everything she’d been forced to endure; she does the most reasonable thing anyone would do in her shoes. Strike a deal with his long-time rival, Lucian Sinclair. They form an alliance under the guise of a fake relationship. She swears she has no feelings for him. When their fake relationship bleeds into something else, she finds herself questioning everything, including her growing feelings. Lucian Sinclair had one simple aim; completely destroying the one thorn in his flesh, Tristan Black, along with his bleeding pack. He finds an opportunity in the person of Violet who bears a grudge against Tristan and her former pack for all she’d been put through. They agree to form an alliance for the sole purpose of taking their mutual enemy down. It was meant to be no feelings attached. When the lines start to blur, her finds herself unable to deny the feelings he has for her. When different enemies threaten to tear them apart, they must decide if their love is worth fighting for.

The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and impending rain, but all I could focus on was the heavy, rhythmic thrumming of my second heart. My pup. Eight months along. This was the furthest I had ever made it. Seven times before, my body had failed me, or so the pack healers claimed. My wolf was too weak, they said. Too broken from my years as a rogue to sustain an Alpha’s offspring. But this time felt different. I kept a protective hand over the swell of my belly, waddling slightly as I walked the perimeter of the Blood River territory. "Luna Scarlet, perhaps we should turn back," one of the guards, a Delta named Harris, muttered.

My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, forced me to kneel in the freezing mud to apologize to his mistress. He believed her fake tears over my dignity. While the icy rain soaked through my dress, a sharp, jagged cramp seized my body. I screamed for him, begging for help as I felt the life slipping out of me. But Dante didn't move. He just lit a cigarette, his eyes cold as steel. "Get up when you are ready to learn respect," he said. He walked inside with her, locking the door and leaving me to bleed out in the storm. I lost the baby that night. The doctors told me the damage was permanent—I was barren. I thought that was the bottom, but I was wrong. When I returned to the estate, a ghost in my own home, he threw me into a flooded cellar full of rats because Elena accused me of poisoning her son. He tortured me for days to protect a child that wasn't even his. That was the moment the love died. So, while he was away on business, I didn't just pack a bag. I executed a plan three years in the making. I vanished. But before I disappeared, I left him a gift on his desk. A USB drive containing the security footage of Elena’s lies, the medical report of the miscarriage he caused, and a paternity test proving he had destroyed his true family for a stranger's bastard. By the time he fell to his knees screaming my name, I was already gone.

Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky. But I know what I am. My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died. My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day. On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes. The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate. Which happens to be me. I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!" I thought my problems were over then. But it was only the beginning.

In her previous life, Eliana took the fall for her adopted sister Iris and lost everything, even being forced into a marriage where her work was stolen to build another man's empire. Meanwhile, her sister's "perfect" marriage ended in tragedy-her husband turned out disabled and died young. Reborn, the sisters swapped their fates, Iris claiming the handsome man for herself while Eliana marrying the allegedly sick billionaire. Eliana only smiled-she knew the truth behind her marriage in the previous life. This time, she chose a different path, bringing her brilliance into the light while using marriage as a mere tool. Yet the man she married stood firmly by her side, saying, "With me behind you, no one will dare touch you."

A suggestive iMessage on the family iPad was the first crack in my perfect life. I thought my teenage son was in trouble, but anonymous Reddit users pointed out the chilling truth. The message wasn't for him. It was for my husband of twenty years, Anthony. The betrayal became a conspiracy when I overheard them talking. They were laughing about his affair with my son's "cool" school counselor. "She's just so... boring, Dad," my son said. "Why don't you just leave Mom and be with her?" My son didn't just know; he was rooting for my replacement. My perfect family was a lie, and I was the punchline. Then, a message from a lawyer on Reddit lit a fire in the wreckage of my heart. "Gather proof. Then burn his entire world to the ground." My fingers were steady as I typed back. "Tell me how."

Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing. Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate. The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her. Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.

The scent of white lilies was suffocating. It hung heavy in the air of the Seattle funeral home, masking the damp scent of rain seeping in from the gray world outside. I stood at the mahogany podium, my knuckles white as I gripped the edges. One year. It had been exactly one year since my father, the titan behind Shaw Dynamics, had left me in this shark tank of a city. "My father believed in legacy," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "He believed that what we build outlasts us..." A sharp gasp sliced through the solemn silence. In the front row, Cassidy Moreno—my father’s widow, three years my junior—swayed dangerously. Her hand flew to her forehead, a perfect tableau of distress. Beside her, Archer Austin, my fiancé of five years, moved with a speed that betrayed instinct, not concern.

Zeynep es obligada a casarse con un hombre al que no conoce, se encuentra en un país extraño al que llegó mediante engaños, en un pueblo con costumbres arraigadas que ella no entiende ni desea seguir, poco a poco ese hombre al que cree odiar va despertando en ella una pasión que jamás creyó sentir, la invaden sentimientos encontrados, se siente dividida, lucha entre quedarse a su lado o regresar al país del que jamás debió salir. Kerem es un hombre fuerte, apasionado, odia a Zeynep, fue obligado por sus padres a casarse con ella, siente un gran resentimiento, odia que las mujeres intenten acercarse a él desde que su antigua prometida escapó con un turista norteamericano el día de su boda, tiene sobre sus hombros la responsabilidad que su padre ha puesto sobre él, ser el próximo jefe del clan Ozturk, jefe de todos los clanes, después de un tiempo se da cuenta de que lo que siente por Zeynep no es lo que él creía. Juntos tendrán que luchar por su amor, además de intentar mantenerse a salvo después de quedar en medio de la lucha entre clanes por conservar el poder.

Moonlight turned the blood on his skin to quicksilver as I crouched beside Logan—the unknown, broken wolf I should have left to die. My name is Sierra, Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack, raised as the sole daughter in a sisterhood forged by pain, my mother’s betrayal etched into our laws: men bring only ruin, trust none but your blood. Yet here I was, pressing moss to Logan’s open wound, my hands trembling as I weighed the risk of treason. His body was battered, his features sharp beneath a crust of blood. When his eyelids fluttered, he managed a hoarse, “Where…am I?” “You’re safe,” I lied, though every sense screamed danger. His eyes—icy blue, alive with questions—locked on mine, searching for truth and finding only desperation. If my sisters—especially Diana, my relentless Beta and the enforcer of our laws—found him here, the cost would be my title, my honor, maybe my life. Still, I pressed on, binding his wounds with scraps of my own tunic, making a promise I couldn’t voice. His trembling hand caught my wrist. “Why are you helping me?” he whispered, clinging to consciousness. I didn’t have an answer. My compassion was the one weakness I’d never been allowed to show. I glanced over my shoulder, heart pounding with terror and defiance. If even one of my sisters sensed the secret hidden in this cave, the world I’d fought to protect would be consumed by flames. But for him—for Logan—I could not walk away. Not this time. ....

The bass from the ballroom above thumped through the ceiling of my tiny room, vibrating against my ribs. It was Alpha Hayes Stone’s twenty-eighth birthday. The entire Stoneclaw Pack was celebrating their ruthless, powerful leader. And I, his fated mate, was sitting on a lumpy mattress in the basement, forbidden to attend. I looked down at the braided leather wristband in my hands. I’d spent weeks working the dark material until it was soft enough not to irritate his skin. For five years, I had been Hayes’s secret. Unmarked. Untouched. He claimed he suffered from Bond Aversion—a rare condition where the mere touch of his fated mate caused him debilitating, agonizing pain.

I, I'm Lila. My mate Peter branded our pup a bastard after a rigged moon blood test, driven by Freya's lies. Haunted by a past life's betrayal, I fled to the Lunar Maternity sanctuary, only to uncover Peter's affair with Freya. Worse: my mother-in-law, Eden, hoarded my clothes and drugged me-turns out, he's a hermaphrodite who forced himself on me, fathering the pup...

She thought she could leave the past behind... But when Elena Rivera accepts a job as a live-in nanny, the last thing she expects is to come face-to-face with the man from that unforgettable masked night. Even through the disguise, she had felt the hardness of his face, the heat that appeared in his eyes when he was hitting it on the bed and the way his touch set her on fire. Four years later, that same feeling rushes back the moment she sees him again but only colder this time. He doesn't recognize her.....But when his deep, commanding voice demands she pay for the broken frame, Elena finds herself trembling just the same. She tells herself to keep the secret. To stay silent. Because if he ever remembers that night... she's not sure what would break first, her heart or her carefully built life. Can she keep her secret or will their past finally catch up with them both?

"C'mon, move it!" I whisper-yelled at Amber amidst the burning flames and smoke even though I could see that she was exhausted. "I'm tired!" She whispered back. "I'm also exhausted and in pain but do you see me slacking off? You got me in this mess in the first place so don't you dare play the tired card." I said to her angrily not bothering to keep my voice quiet anymore. We heard cracking sounds and looked to the direction the sounds came from. One of the pillars holding the warehouse broke away and was falling towards Amber. "Watch out!!!" I yelled and pushed her out to the other side of the direction the pillar was falling to. "Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed from a searing pain from my ankle. Megan is a college student who lacks parental love due to the fact that her lifestyle is not in accordance with what her parents chose for her. She meets Harry and she fell for him along the line but they ended up being manipulated which led to their breakup. Years later, secrets are revealed, mysteries are solved and Harry wants Megan back in his life but she is no more the same person she was before. The question is: will she allow her emotions dance in freedom or will she put it in a cage, locked away?