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"You were his Luna," Lucien's voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine." Evelara's breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I'll fall into your bed just because you're the Supreme?" A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You'll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit... that I'm the bond he never deserved." ------- Evelara Stormrune's life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again. But fate isn't finished with her... When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not-ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own. Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole... or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel?

Three years of silence. Three years of being the invisible wife in a golden cage.Maya Thorne gave Julian Vane everything-her youth, her heart, and her secrets. She stood by him while he built his empire, waiting for the day he would finally hold her hand in public and call her his wife. But on the night of their third anniversary, the man she loved didn't bring flowers. He brought a divorce decree and a cold ultimatum.He was marrying Isabella-the socialite who supposedly "saved" him years ago. To Julian, Maya was just a business arrangement that had reached its expiration date.But Julian didn't just want her gone; he wanted her crushed. Within twenty-four hours, Maya is blacklisted, homeless, and hunted by the very man she once called her world.Until Cyrus Thorne walks out of the shadows.Dangerous, reclusive, and Julian's most feared rival, Cyrus offers Maya a deal that sounds like a devil's bargain: "I'll provide the throne; you provide the fire. By the time we're done, he won't just regret leaving you-he'll regret ever being born."Two years later, the "scholarship girl" is dead. In her place stands a ruthless queen of the tech world, draped in diamonds and standing at the side of a man far more powerful than Julian Vane. When Julian sees her again, he realizes the "savior" he married was a fraud and the woman he discarded was the only one who ever truly loved him.He's ready to get on his knees. He's ready to beg for a second chance. But as Cyrus pulls Maya into his arms and claims her in front of the world, she only has five words for her ex-husband:"It's too late for your regret."

I woke up in total darkness, the air smelling of stale chemicals and dying flowers. When I tried to sit up, my forehead slammed into solid wood just three inches from my face. I was trapped in a coffin, buried alive next to the cold, stiff body of my fake husband, Cedric. My stepmother, Hermina, had poisoned our champagne at the gala to seize my trust fund, and now she was hosting a lavish memorial service for us right outside the lid. I found a faint, erratic pulse in Cedric's neck, but I couldn't just scream for help. If Hermina realized the dose wasn't lethal, she'd finish the job with a lethal injection under the guise of medical assistance. To survive, I bit my tongue until I tasted blood and tore my hair into a tangled mess. When I finally kicked the lid open and spilled onto the marble floor, I didn't act like a rescued heiress; I crawled like a broken doll, shrieking about poisoned bubbles and "the bad man" while Manhattan's elite watched in absolute horror. The betrayal was suffocating. My own family watched as Hermina tried to sedate me back into silence, playing the role of a grieving saint while her eyes remained cold as ice. Even more shocking was Cedric, who rose from the casket like a predator, commanding the room with a terrifying authority that proved our entire marriage had been a lie. I couldn't understand how many secrets were buried in that house, or why my "boring" husband was suddenly acting like a man who owned the city. After kneeing Cedric in the stomach to break his iron grip, I bolted out into the torrential rain. I didn't care that I was barefoot or that the world thought I was insane. I had the key to my father's secret safe in my hand, and I was going to make sure Hermina paid for every second of darkness she forced me to endure.

The morning sun glinted off the lake's surface as I watched Eduardo from across the resort grounds. My fingers instinctively reached for my collarbone—a nervous habit I'd developed over our three years together. Secret years. Hidden years. "Need help with that, Bellamy?" Eduardo's voice carried across the lawn as he rushed toward his secretary, who struggled with an oversized suitcase. "I've got it," she laughed, but made no move to refuse his assistance. I shifted my weight, adjusting the strap of my own bag on my shoulder. No offer of help had come my way. "He's just being polite," I whispered to myself, though the familiar ache in my chest suggested otherwise. The company retreat was supposed to be a chance for us to spend time together outside the office, but Eduardo had made it clear: our relationship stayed hidden.

Blurb: When Vincenzo Moretti, heir to one of Italy’s most deadliest Mafia family, agrees on an arranged marriage to Luciana Romano, daughter to the ruthless Romano cartel. The dealll is supposed to unite two bring peace and unite the families. But during the planned “bride abduction,” his men abducted the wrong woman; Ariella Romano, Luciana’s quite younger sister. But unknown to the both family. Ariella and Luciana planned to switch to uncover the Moretti family’s darkest secrets. But Ariella soon finds out that Vincenzo is not the monster she thought he is and he falls for her for the first time. Yet behind their growing love, Marco Moretti, Vincenzo’s charming but jealous younger brother, wants to destroy them both. And when Ariella’s secret past ties her to a rival cartel, the truth exploded like a bomb leaving love and loyalty hanging by a thread.

When I picked up the ring at the jewelry store, a notification from Twitter buzzed on my phone. It was a post with a photo captioned: "True love knows no bounds." The image showed a man’s silhouette, smiling warmly at a woman. The figure was unmistakably familiar—someone I saw every day and was supposed to mark as my mate in just a week. "Miss Luna, your ring," the store clerk said, handing me the custom piece I had ordered a year ago. As the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I was accustomed to the respectful titles, but today they felt hollow. With a blank expression, I took the ring and went back to the car. I glanced at my loyal Beta, Richard, in the driver’s seat, took his hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "It's yours now," I said. Richard, my steadfast confidant and Beta, was taken aback, looking at me in shock. "My Luna?" "Take me home," I instructed, leaning back in the passenger seat and closing my eyes.

"There's no sleeping and spooning, Robyn. Just fucking. I will fuck you. Hard and fast. I will fuck you until I lose interest in you. I will fuck you every night, and I'll make sure you beg for more. That's for a year. You will be naked in bed for 365 nights. After that, your debt is paid. I will forget you exist. You will forget that anything happened between us. Unless you have my three million dollars right now, then you have no choice but to bend to my will." *** One night is supposed to be fun, not waking up sold to the highest bidder. Before I knew it, my boss, the beast with an ice-cold heart and a nightmare to work for, bought me and owned my very existence, turning me into his little bird in his golden gilded cage with impossible choices until I agreed to his dark bargain. Being at the mercy of a man like Spade Kolby with wealth, power, and an enigmatic past as dark as the night, I soon realized that having your boss save your life comes with a price. Nothing's free. The only way to pay my debt is to be his wife and surrender my freedom. But the second our skins touch, there's fire. The longer I try to resist his scorching touch and fight his death grip on my heart, the harder it gets, and I know nothing good comes out of falling for him.  Knowing the unimaginable consequences of escaping- how a snap of his fingers can destroy me, his words can rip me apart, and the unbreakable bond that binds us. After all, maybe once he gets what he wants, his obsession with me stops. Or maybe he's not as cruel as I imagined him to be.

Omega Lyra, once betrothed to Alpha Kyle, is forced to sew his new Luna's wedding dress. On the wedding eve, an out-of-control Kyle violates her; the chaos that follows kills the bride, and Lyra is falsely branded a murderer. Kyle binds Lyra as his nominal Luna to torment her-for three years, she endures mockery and isolation, finding solace only in late-night piano playing. His coldness and closeness to the late Luna's sister Rhea shatter her hope. Humiliated at Kyle's birthday banquet, Lyra demands to end their bond. Fleeing, she awakens hidden Alpha powers but is attacked by rogues-Beta Darren, who secretly cares for her, saves her. Now, Lyra must evade Kyle's family, find her lost sister, and fight for a place in the wolf world, turning her painful escape into a journey of redemption.

For eight years, I gave up my family fortune and my hearing to help my boyfriend, Emiliano Reed, become a rock star. I was his muse, his guardian angel, the silent partner in his success. Then, a miracle happened: my hearing returned. Just in time to catch him with a college student, and hear him call me a "burden" and a "charity case." The betrayal didn't end there. When his new girl wrecked the vintage car my late father gave me, I confronted her at the police station. Emiliano rushed in, not to defend me, but to protect her. He shoved me so hard I hit the floor, and the world went silent again. My hearing was gone, for a second time, because of him. "Are you deaf?" he roared at me, furious that I wouldn't just forgive him. "I gave you everything! It was exhausting, suffocating!" I looked at the man I had sacrificed everything for, the man who had just destroyed me all over again. He had no idea I'd heard every single, hateful word. "No, Emiliano," I said, my voice clear and steady. "The question is, are you deaf? Or are you just a coward?"

Hana is living a quiet life as an art teacher, a peaceful façade for the most dangerous truth of all she is Kurai-Hime, the exiled legendary assassin of a mighty Japanese Yakuza clan. Her past shatters her present when she is forced to honor a blood pact: replace her dead sister in a marriage alliance with Luca Conti, the formidable heir to an Italian mafia empire. Luca, a devastatingly handsome and ruthless "Smiling Tiger," expects a meek, political bride. He is charmed by Hana's ethereal beauty and delicate demeanor, vowing to protect his innocent "dove" from the brutal realities of his world. Hana plays her part perfectly, all while using her brilliant, tactical mind to analyze every weakness in his fortress and his organization. The fragile masquerade explodes when Luca is ambushed. Cornered and wounded, he expects a tragic end only to watch his seemingly fragile fiancée unleash a storm of elegant violence, wielding a katana to cut down his attackers. In that bloody moment, his shock transforms into awe, and a shocking, undeniable truth: he is falling in love with the ruthless warrior, not the gentle illusion. Now, their marriage of convenience becomes a dangerous game of hidden blades and raw revelation. As Hana's true identity begins to surface, she must navigate the venomous politics of Luca's family, the simmering rage of his rivals, and the lethal pull of her own past. To survive, this Yakuza weapon and her Italian Don must learn to fight not as protector and protected, but as equal partners. But when a final, devastating threat targets them both, they face an impossible choice will they sacrifice each other for the dynasties that created them, or become the most feared power couple the underworld has ever seen?

“You shouldn’t have disobeyed me, Hazel.” His voice came out hard and husky and she thrived at the soothing undertone that sent chills down her spine, her pussy, already gaining lots of wetness. “I am sorry Daddy, baby girl needed some alone…” she tried to explain, but his next action shut her up. He flung her over the bed like she weighed nothing, her face pressing into the pillow, while her ass positioned into the perfect doggy style he craved for. “I am going to punish you so fucking well, momma. I am going to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs, momma. Hazel gulps down the hitches in her throat at the thought of his 9 inches-thick, cock riding her tight cunt, to pleasure. Without any warning, Hazel felt his dick tearing throw her, as he made one rough thrust. “Oh my fucking goodness….” her words trailed into a moan, while his hands found the most adore part of her body, her waist, Pulling her backward, he began to thrust hard, and with each thrust, he got rewarded with moans that made him want to do more! Hazel had just gained admission to her favorite university in the city of Washington, she is forced to live with her father's most trusted young friend all in the name of protection. Hazel eventually finds herself in the bed of the man she claims she hates, the one who is to protect her from the outside world, after one foreplay, Hazel and Axel refuse to keep their eyes off each other. However, it didn’t end up as just a Lustful feeling. Will their love stand the test of time, in a world where fans criticize whoever goes intimate with their idol?

The crystal chandeliers of the Waldorf Astoria were still burned into my retinas when the harsh, fluorescent lights of New York Presbyterian’s VIP wing took over. The transition was violent—one second Maddox was standing beside me in a bespoke tuxedo, bidding on a Chagall at the silent auction, and the next, he was a crumpled heap of velvet and bone on the marble floor. Now, the steady, agonizing beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the sterile suite. Dr. Evans stood at the foot of the bed, his face a mask of practiced clinical empathy. "End-stage renal failure," he said, the words dropping into the room like lead weights. "His kidneys are shutting down. Without a transplant, Maddox doesn't have much time." I stopped breathing. The air in the room suddenly felt too thin, too cold. I looked down at my husband of eight years.

The rain drummed against the windows of Vibe, the trendy downtown lounge where I sat across from Siena, watching her expertly stir her mojito. Friday nights used to be sacred for Damien and me. Now they were just another evening of disappointment wrapped in excuses. "He's on call again," I said, my voice barely audible over the ambient music. "Third time this month." Siena rolled her eyes. "You know how hospitals are. Emergencies don't care about your social calendar." I nodded, but the knot in my stomach tightened. Something wasn't right. It hadn't been right for months. "Anyway," Siena continued, "I'm drowning in quarterly reports.

In the dead of night, I got a call from Reese. His breathing was heavy and he sounded frantic. "Sweetheart, the department store is on fire, and I'm stuck inside! You have to come save me!" I didn't even bother changing out of my pajamas before racing into the blaze. The flames were fierce, and a falling beam broke three of my ribs, but I refused to stop searching for him. When the firefighters pulled me out, I was sobbing, pleading with them to find Reese. Then a message from his secretary, Lilith, popped up on my phone. [Actually, Reese was never trapped in the fire. It was just our playful banter before!] Attached was a photo of Reese lying naked beside her, covered in lipstick marks. I didn't hesitate for a moment and decided to move abroad with my best friend, Mina.

The scent of vanilla and cinnamon filled the cottage kitchen as I pulled the small birthday cake from the oven. Twenty-five candles—I'd counted them twice, my hands trembling slightly as I arranged them in neat rows. Today was supposed to be different. Today, Joaquin had promised, would finally be the day we completed our marking ceremony. Seven years. Seven years of waiting, of being patient, of understanding why an Alpha needed time to make such an important decision. The mate bond thrummed beneath my skin, that constant pull toward him that had defined my existence since I'd returned to pack life at eighteen. Late bloomer, they'd called me then. The girl who hadn't shifted until the scandal broke, revealing I was the true Alpha's daughter, switched at birth with June Price. I smoothed my hands over the deep blue dress I'd chosen carefully—Joaquin's favorite color.

Betrayed, tortured, and brutally killed by the mate who swore to protect her, Omega Lily’s life ends in blood and agony. But fate offers her one last chance—a return to the past, before her world was torn apart. Reborn with the memories of her suffering, Lily is no longer the weak-willed Omega she once was. This time, she will rewrite her destiny. This time, the hunters will become the hunted.

Twelve nights before Christmas, Eve Moretti thinks she's found the one. Then the world she falls in love with burns. At a glittering syndicate ball she awakens to a truth she never knew, she's a werewolf, and Lucian Vasiliev is the mate she's been waiting for. For twelve days they fall fast for each other. For twelve days Lyra D'Amato tears them apart. On Christmas Eve, the pack burns and Eve is left for dead. Seven years later, a new woman, Evelina Stone returns as Lucian's assistant.. She is ruthless, unrecognizable, and she carries a secret child and a single, cold promise, she will do everything to have her revenge. She will take Lucian's pack, destroy Lyra, and make the Alpha understand what it cost her to survive. But the mate bond is not a weapon you can control. It pulls them together again, and on the day of Christmas, love and vengeance collide.

My wife, Elena, walked into the Grand Boardroom and placed a possessive hand on her lover's chest. Julian, a low-level associate I’d only hired as a favor to her, sat in my chair with his muddy boots on the polished mahogany table. He blew smoke in my face and laughed. "You're just a figurehead now, Dante. The Syndicate belongs to Elena. And since I'm the one keeping her happy at night, it belongs to me too." Elena looked at me with cold eyes, delivering the ultimate betrayal without a shred of remorse. "I'm pregnant, Dante. It's Julian's. We need the Moretti name for the baby, so sign the transfer papers and leave." She believed the power of attorney documents I signed while delirious with fever had given her my empire. She thought the mercenaries standing behind her were loyal to her checkbook. She truly believed she could fire a Don like a mid-level manager caught stealing office supplies. But she didn't know that in our world, loyalty isn't bought with stolen money. And she certainly didn't know what was actually in the leather folder she was holding. I looked at the traitor and the rat, feeling a strange, lethal sense of calm. "You want to talk about papers?" I tossed the real file onto the table, watching their smiles falter. "You didn't sign a transfer of power, Elena. You signed a Renunciation of Protection." I signaled my Enforcers, and the room exploded into motion. "Now," I said, staring at Julian's terrified face. "Let's see how much the streets respect you without my name."

On our third anniversary, I went to the Pack Registry to submit a design portfolio, hoping to surprise my husband. The clerk looked at me with pity and whispered, "Honey, the system won't let me. Your Mate Bond was severed three years ago." I stared at the screen in horror. Not only had Alpha Bennet quietly rejected me, but he had also registered a "Companion Contract" with Gianna—my former best friend who had maimed my right hand in an "accident." I tracked them to the Sacred Lake. Hidden behind a tree, I heard Bennet laugh. "I love that she's helpless," he told Gianna, pushing her on the swing he built for me. "I love that she can't Shift or draw. It makes me feel like a god." He wasn't protecting me; he was clipping my wings to keep me in a cage. When Gianna later framed me as a Rogue intruder, Bennet didn't recognize me in the dark. He whipped me five times with a silver lash, savoring every scream, unaware he was flaying his own wife. He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die in that basement. Instead, I severed the bond myself and vanished across the ocean. One year later, I returned to Paris as a renowned architect with a mechanical arm and the Lycan King by my side. When Bennet saw me and fell to his knees begging for a second chance, I simply turned my back and revealed the scars he gave me to the cameras. "You didn't love me, Bennet. You only loved my pain."

The penthouse was always cold. It was a sterile, museum-grade chill that preserved expensive art and dead marriages. I sat on the edge of the sprawling white sofa, my hands folded in my lap to hide the tremor in my fingers. My left arm throbbed—a phantom ache where the needle had lived for five years. Wesley didn’t look at me. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the Manhattan skyline reflecting off his scotch glass. He was a silhouette of sharp lines and ruthless ambition, the man I had bled for, quite literally, since the day I said *I do*. "The doctors cleared her this morning," Wesley said. His voice was devoid of inflection, a flat line. "Emilia’s numbers are stable.

She spent ten years loving the wrong brother. He only needed one night to claim her for good. Ivy has always been Julian’s shadow—fetching his coffee, doing his homework, waiting for him in the rain. But when she catches him kissing another girl on campus gossip forums, something inside her finally shatters. Enter Rowan Vance. Julian’s bitter rival. The cold, brooding architecture genius who never wastes words—or kindness. He finds her broken and soaked to the bone, and without a word, wraps his leather jacket around her shoulders. Rowan doesn’t want her gratitude. He wants her. As Ivy pieces herself back together—ditching the old habits, rediscovering her own fire—Julian panics. He never realized how much he needed her until she slipped away. But every desperate attempt to win her back only pushes her further into Rowan’s arms. And Rowan isn’t the kind of man who shares. “Hold still, Ivy. Unless you want Julian to see exactly who you belong to now.” From rain-soaked heartbreak to a love that rebuilds her from the ground up, Prologue is a scorching, emotional ride about finding your worth—and the man who makes you never want to be anyone else’s shadow again.

The scent hit me first—rogue wolves, their stench of decay and madness thick in the autumn air near the pack border. My heart lurched when I heard the terrified whimper. Tyler Grant. The alpha's nephew, barely six years old, frozen in the clearing as three rogues circled him like sharks around bleeding prey. I didn't think. Couldn't think. My legs moved before my brain caught up, launching me between the snarling wolves and the trembling child. Without my wolf, I was nothing—just flesh and bone and desperation. The first rogue's claws raked across my shoulder, tearing through skin like paper. Pain exploded white-hot through my nerves, but I wrapped my arms around Tyler and held on.

The sacred healing springs shimmered in the pale dawn light as I knelt before them, my knees aching against the smooth stones. Steam rose from the crystal-clear waters, carrying the scent of minerals and ancient magic that had blessed countless generations of the Sterling Moon Pack. This was my twenty-seventh fertility ritual in five years – I'd counted every single one. "Please, Moon Goddess," I whispered, my voice breaking as I sprinkled the mixture of herbs Healer Elara had prepared into the bubbling spring. "Grant me the strength to bear an heir for the Sterling Pack." My wolf, Luna, whimpered inside me, exhausted from years of these rituals. *We've tried so hard*, she mourned. *So many moons, so many prayers.* I felt the weight of disapproving gazes boring into my back. Elder Margaret's scent – pine needles tinged with disappointment – was unmistakable, as was the cold vanilla and cedar that belonged to my mother-in-law, the former Luna. They'd come to observe, as they always did, their silent judgment more painful than any words. "The water must fully absorb the essence," Elder Margaret instructed, her voice clipped.

Raven's entire life has been defined by loss and betrayal. At just 13, she watched as the Cartel brutally murdered her father-an act that not only tore her family apart but also set her on a path to destroy the empire responsible. Now, at 22, she's back in Spain, leading a ragtag team of rebels with the singular goal of dismantling the Gonzalez Cartel from within. But as Raven infiltrates the Cartel's operations and gets closer to Mario-Tito's ruthless son-the lines between enemy and lover begin to blur. But love is a luxury Raven cannot afford. Lucas, her devoted team member and secret lover, has always been by her side, waiting for the day they can escape the Cartel's grasp and finally be free. Torn between loyalty, love, and vengeance, Raven faces the ultimate dilemma: Will she sacrifice everything she's fought for to build a future with Mario, or will her thirst for revenge consume her entirely, leaving no room for love? As the stakes rise and the Cartel's reach tightens, Raven must choose whether to live for revenge or risk everything for the love she never thought possible.