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"You are wet, Red. I can smell your juices already." He said. I wanted to deny it but I knew he was right. The sides of my thigh were already clammy. How could he tell from afar? "No, I need to sleep. I told you I have a presentation tomorrow, right? I'm tired, I want to rest a bit." I replied. "You'll do that when I get a release. I'll make sure to be fast about it," he replied. I stood rooted on the same spot without moving. I knew he was just being civil with me. It was only a matter of time before he dragged me to his side. "Unless maybe you want me to call the others?" He asked but I could tell he was threatening me. Calling the others would end in me not getting any rest at all. "No, please," I replied walking obediently to his side. ***** Three men, one naive woman. Ziyana never knew her life would turn in the most dramatic way. She enjoyed the life of a princess until life happened. From being hated by her blood to suddenly being sold to a spoilt Mafia Lord. She thought she could navigate through it but there were two more brothers! Ruthless. Domineering. Voracious. The Niccolo Brothers' lives were full of danger and envy but these men never wanted her out of their sight. Would Ziyana be able to cope in the midst or run for her life before she get used to them?

In a world where omegas are born to serve and Alphas rule with iron hearts, Lyra's marriage to Alpha Darius seemed like salvation, until she learned it was all a lie. Betrayed, broken, and left for dead, she is saved by his rival, Kael, a man as dangerous as he is unreadable. Bound by vengeance, Lyra rises from the ashes to reclaim her life and destroy the empire built on her pain. But as secrets unravel and her buried power awakens, she must decide whether revenge will consume her or crown her.

The Grand Ballroom of the Collins mansion glittered like a fairytale, crystal chandeliers casting golden light across the sea of New York's elite. I stood at the center of it all, my white silk gown flowing around me like a river of moonlight. Every eye watched us—me and Oliver Martin, the perfect couple, childhood sweethearts destined for marriage. "Gracie," Oliver whispered, his breath warm against my ear as we waltzed across the polished floor. "You're breathtaking tonight." My heart fluttered beneath the delicate lace of my bodice. This was it—the night everyone had been whispering about for months. My debutante ball, where Oliver would finally make official what we'd both known since childhood. "I've been waiting for this moment forever," I confessed, my voice barely audible over the orchestra. His hand tightened slightly on mine. "So have I." As the music swelled, I caught sight of my father Anthony watching from the sidelines, his expression unreadable.

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Amber At sixteen, my life is ripped apart when I learn the truth, I was kidnapped as a kid, and the family I loved was never really mine. Now I'm forced to move across the country to live with my real mother and her family. I meet my new stepbrother, Caden Bricks and his dangerously hot best friends, Tony Baker and Ben Sullivan. They are handsomely arrogant, cruel and hate me to the very core by making it clear that they don't want me in at my new transfer school and out of their lives. But hate has a funny way of turning into obsession, and soon our explosive chemistry blurs into something far more dangerous than resentment. Then the ball drops. My biological father shows up alongside his ugly dark past, he's a serial killer who everyone believes was once dead. When someone close to me is taken, he forces me into a twisted game where every wrong move could cost someone's life. Surrounded by boys I shouldn’t trust but can’t stop wanting, I must decide who I really want to be, the victim or the survivor. Because this time, losing the game means losing everything.

The glass walls of the conference room reflected my smile as I closed my laptop. Ten million dollars. The largest contract in the company's history, and I had secured it single-handedly after weeks of negotiations. My heart raced with pride as I looked up, expecting—what? Applause? Recognition? Something more than the tepid response that greeted me. "Good job, Sarah," muttered Daniel from accounting, his eyes already back on his phone. A few others offered halfhearted claps that died quickly in the sterile air. I sought out Ryan's eyes—my husband, my boss—at the head of the table.

A month ago, Alpha Neo Scott of the Silver Moon Pack announced, citing the pack’s rule that "the heir must be mated," that he wanted to sever our mate bond. At that time, I had just found out I was three months pregnant. His cold words kept ringing in my ears: “My cousin Ellis is talented; the art of the Seventy-Two Transformations truly belongs to her.” “You know the pack’s rule: the heir has to be mated.” In a previous life, I tried desperately to save our bond, but it only ended in disaster for both of us. I attempted to stop their union, citing the rule against close relatives mating within three generations. But Ellis was an adopted child from a rogue family, connected to the pack by chance alone. When the Alpha couldn’t get the bond severed, he spread rumors that I had meddled in his relationship with Ellis, claiming they were childhood sweethearts, and that I had manipulated my way into his life by drugging his coffee and forcing the mate bond. Unable to cope with the pack’s judgmental stares, I ended up taking my own life in isolation. Now, staring at the bond severance papers on the table, I let out a hollow laugh. “Fine, let’s sever it!” *** I turned off the camera, the Alpha’s final close-up from the pack-wide training competition still visible on the screen. He stood in the center of the arena, bowing to the pack, but his eyes never turned towards me in the room.

She was born under a blood moon. Cursed. Despised. Forgotten.For twenty years, Quinn Blackwood lived as the pack's shadow-an omega meant to serve, suffer, and disappear. But fate had other plans. When the Alpha King, Jasper Hale, discovers she's his fated mate, her world splits wide open. The bond ignites between them, fierce and undeniable. One night of raw, desperate passion binds them forever.Then he rejects her. In front of everyone.The bond should've broken. Instead, it cursed them both.Banished and bleeding, Quinn uncovers the truth: she's the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline, her power buried under generations of lies. Every breath burns. Every scar screams. And when she realizes she's carrying Jasper's child from that single night, the curse digs its claws in deeper-because her choice will decide everything.But she's not alone. Lucien Dusk, the rogue who pulled her out of the dirt, offers something Jasper destroyed: a love that doesn't hurt. Gentle. Honest. Forbidden.Then fate twists the knife. A prophecy surfaces-her child will either unite the packs or plunge them into endless war. And it all depends on which mate she chooses.Two bonds. One curse. And a love strong enough to save the world... or burn it down.

For ten years, I was the perfect wife to Wall Street heir Garrett Wise. I was the polished GNN anchor who cleaned up his scandals, all while his family paid for my mother's mounting medical bills. But when a photo of him draped over my on-air rival went viral, I finally had enough and served him divorce papers. His revenge was brutal. He had me fired, framed for taking bribes, and publicly humiliated on my own network. Even my own son was turned against me, calling me a "bad mommy" after his grandmother and Garrett's mistress poisoned his mind. Trapped in our penthouse, Garrett offered me a disgusting deal to stay as his quiet, compensated wife while his mistress, Daphne, faked a pregnancy to secure her place. That's when I discovered the cruelest irony: I was actually pregnant with his child. As he lunged at me, his hands reaching for my throat, I grabbed the nearest weapon. "You did this," I whispered, looking him dead in the eye. Then I plunged the silver letter opener into my own stomach, sacrificing our unborn child to ensure he would carry the guilt, and I would finally be free.

I opened the wrong door. That was my only crime. I saw Roman Hale - the most powerful man alive - so vulnerable and broken, sitting on the floor of an empty room, crying over a photograph nobody was supposed to see. I tried to vanish as someone who doesn't exist at all, praying he hadn't seen my face, but I was so wrong. Three days later his car was outside my building, he didn't come for an apology or to silence me-he came to cage me. He called it an opportunity. I call it a random for a life that I'm barely holding together What neither of us said out loud was the thing sitting between us every single day -the secret so large it had its own weight, its own breathing room, its own four-year-old face. He's been searching for a son he doesn't know I gave birth to. I've been searching for a child I don't know he's been funding a war to find. We are looking for the same person. And the man who took him from both of us is standing in this house. Smiling.

I kissed Ashton goodbye at our front door, my lips barely grazing his cheek before he pulled away. His eyes never left his phone screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard with an urgency I hadn't seen him show for anything related to me in months. "Have fun with your teacher stuff," he said, waving me off like I was an annoying interruption to something far more important. I hefted my suitcase into the trunk of my Honda, the weight of three days' worth of conference materials and clothes nothing compared to the heaviness settling in my chest. As I slammed the trunk shut, I caught sight of him through our living room window. That smirk. The same one he used to give me when we were dating, when he'd text me sweet messages throughout the day. Now it was directed at his phone, at someone else's words. "Bye bye, Meadow!" My parrot's cheerful squawk drifted from the open window, the phrase I'd taught him years ago when Ashton and I were still happy. I forced a smile and waved at the window, even though I knew Charlie couldn't see me from his perch.

I woke before dawn on my thirty-fifth birthday, my hand automatically reaching across the cold expanse of sheets beside me. Empty, as usual. Marcus's side of the bed hadn't been warm when I'd fallen asleep, either. The digital clock on my nightstand glowed 5:17 AM in harsh red numbers that seemed to mock the significance of the day. Slipping into my robe, I padded downstairs to the kitchen of our Silicon Valley mansion—fourteen thousand square feet of echoing emptiness that had never quite felt like home. The kitchen lights were off, the counters pristine. No birthday card. No small wrapped gift. Not even a hastily scrawled note. Marcus and Leo had already left the house.

“Lilah, I've found my mate.” Axel, my husband of three years said to me. I froze, trying to process what he actually meant. It seemed like my heart stopped and I was going to fall the next minute. The door was slightly ajar when I heard his footsteps approaching. I was prompted to look ahead of him. My jaw dropped. “Carlen?” I gasped, rubbing my eyes to check out if this is actually a dream. It's real! ~Lilah's life comes tumbling down when her husband of three years brings back her twin sister as his new mate and introduces her to the pack. He rejects her and asks her to leave his estate and pack with immediate effect. That day, the ruthless Three Mafia Alphas, well-known mafias visited the pack estate to get the thirty million dollars Axel borrowed from them but he was unable to return it, so they took her as compensation. What will her fate be now she's taken to a new pack and is under the control of three hot, charming yet ruthless Alphas? What happens when she realizes she's pregnant with her ex-husband's baby? Will these Alphas turn her away or will her life take an unexpected turn?

The heavy oak doors of the Silver Claw Pack's grand hall magnified the silence as I stood at the podium. My voice, usually steady and commanding, echoed slightly as I pointed to the map of our northern borders. "As you can see, the rogue incursions have increased by twelve percent since the last full moon," I stated, meeting the gaze of the Council elders. "I propose shifting the Gamma unit to the ridge line to—" "That will be enough, Cecilia." My mate’s voice cut through the air like a whip. I froze, my hand hovering over the map. Alpha August Spencer stood up from his throne, his aura restless and agitated. He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were fixed on the side entrance, where the heavy curtains parted. A hush fell over the room. Violette Fox stepped forward.

I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."

I'm Karima Heart, and I basically live a double life. In school, I'm the quiet, nerdy bookworm. At night, I'm the seductive, high-demand stripper every one screams for. But everything's about to change. My perfect secret is on the verge of exposure because my brother's best friend just caught me. Now, to keep him quiet, I have to play his little obedient girl... and with him living under our roof, it's getting harder to resist the pull between us...

I survived five years of hell as a captive in a Middle Eastern warzone and finally made it back home to my husband. But when I stood at the gates of our estate, I found him married to another woman, holding a five-year-old daughter. The timeline meant he had betrayed me long before I ever deployed. Worse, he had declared me legally dead and secretly drained my family's massive trust fund. When I demanded answers about my parents, he coldly told me they had burned to death in a highly convenient fire. He then had me strapped to a hospital bed, letting his new wife humiliate me as a delusional mistress. To maintain his perfect Wall Street image, he offered to buy me a hidden apartment to live as his secret whore. I was legally a corpse, stripped of my identity, my family, and my dignity. But what tortured me most wasn't his betrayal—it was how perfectly timed my disappearance had been. How did the terrorists know my exact classified route? In the freezing rain, the mercenary who had held me captive suddenly appeared and delivered a chilling truth. "You were betrayed by your own people. Someone at your hospital sold your GPS coordinates." Staring at my dead colleague's bloodstained notebook, the horrifying realization hit me. It was my beloved mentor. They thought I was just a dead doctor. Now, I am going to tear their entire empire to the ground.

Rose Grant thought marriage to a billionaire would bring security, but instead it became her prison of silence, betrayal, and despair. After a failed attempt to end her life, she awakens to find a husband she barely recognizes—one desperate to keep her, even as his jealousy spirals out of control. Torn between freedom and the haunting pull of a love that may not survive its own scars, Rose must decide: walk away forever, or risk being destroyed again.

I spent all afternoon in the kitchen. The pasta was from scratch. The sauce had been simmering since two. I'd even found the good candles—the tall ivory ones we bought in Florence on our honeymoon—and set them in the silver holders I'd polished that morning. Three years. I wanted tonight to feel like something. I touched my stomach without thinking about it. Just a light press of my palm against the front of my apron. Eight weeks. I hadn't told anyone yet.

I stared at the ornate grandfather clock in my family's estate, watching the hands tick away what felt like the final moments of my life. Three days since my mother's funeral. Three days since the pack that once revered us had begun to whisper behind cupped hands about the Luna's daughter who wasn't good enough to keep her mate. Three days of suffocating silence in rooms that once echoed with my mother's laughter. The midday sun streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. It should have been warm, comforting even, but I felt nothing but cold emptiness. My wolf, Cinnamon, had been eerily quiet since that night—the night I found Rachel and Leo tangled together in his bed, their betrayal as naked as their bodies. The knock at the door came like thunder—three authoritative raps that seemed to vibrate through the entire house. I didn't move. The pack had sent their condolences days ago, hollow words from people who now pitied me.

"You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don't you, Zoe?" "Yes, Mr. Gatsby." Zoe never imagined her life could fall apart so quickly. Sold at a secret auction, betrayed by her stepfather after her mother's death., she is bought by Brayden Gatsby, a ruthless billionaire whose wealth hides darker appetites. In his world, her body is no longer her own. Every command tests her limits. Every punishment strips away who she used to be and she gets introduced to sinful fantasies. But submission isn't the end. It's the beginning.Because beneath the chains and the brutal lessons lies a dangerous connection, one Zoe isn't supposed to want. Brayden is merciless, possessive, and utterly in control... yet the more he breaks her, the more he awakens something raw inside her.Caught between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, Zoe must decide: fight for the freedom stolen from her... or surrender completely to the man who bought her as his slave.

The man who swore he would burn the world down for me has been married to another woman for three years. I found out the day I was finally discharged from the Swiss clinic he'd sent me to. I flew home to surprise him, only to discover my release was a year overdue. He had forged my medical reports, painting me as a fragile, broken thing just to keep me locked away while he built a new life. His new wife, Isabella, hit me with her car. He defended her, calling me hysterical. She stole my art portfolio and claimed it as her own, and he forced me to take the blame to protect his family's reputation. She even killed her own puppy to frame me. While I jumped into a freezing river to retrieve my father's medallion that she'd thrown in, he stood on the terrace pointing out a meteor shower to her. The final betrayal came when Isabella faked her own kidnapping and named me as the culprit. I didn't understand. This was Dante Moretti, the Devil of the East Coast, my guardian, the man who had sworn to be my shield. Why was he letting this woman destroy me piece by piece? Believing I was the kidnapper, he had me tied to a helicopter, dragged across a field, and left me for dead. But I didn't die. I survived. Five years later, I have a new name, a new life, and a husband who loves me. And today, I just ran into Dante on the street. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.

I was the dust beneath the pack's feet, an Omega nobody wanted. Yet, the Moon Goddess paired me with Ethan Reed, the Alpha heir. He told me he had amnesia, that he couldn't feel our bond. I was foolish enough to wait for him. Until I saw him running away with his mistress, Chloe. When their SUV flipped and caught fire on the highway, I didn't hesitate. I dragged Ethan from the wreckage, my hands bleeding, my heart racing. But as soon as he was safe, he didn't check on me. "Save her!" He roared, his eyes flashing gold. He used the Alpha Command. My body locked up, forced to obey against my will. I dove back into the burning car to drag Chloe out, shattering my leg as the fuel tank exploded. I lay in the dirt, dying, while Ethan cradled Chloe—who had barely a scratch. When the healers arrived, Ethan stood over me, cold and indifferent. "Do not touch the Omega until Chloe is treated," he ordered. He looked me in the eye and called me weak. He left me to bleed out in the cold night air for the sake of a woman who smirked at my pain. Something inside me snapped. With my last breath, I didn't beg. I rejected him. They buried an empty coffin the next morning. Three years later, I walked back into the Blood Moon Pack. I wasn't Ava the servant anymore. I was the White Wolf. And I was ready to burn his kingdom to the ground.

My unborn child died because my husband ignored my desperate pleas. He chose to prioritize a staged emergency from his manipulative adopted sister, Holly, leaving me and my own sister to be brutally attacked by thugs. As I bled out on the street, my sister, Jayde, finally got him on the phone. We heard his voice, calm and soothing, telling Holly everything was fine. When Jayde screamed that I was having a miscarriage, he accused us of being dramatic. "This is exactly what Holly warned us about," he said coldly, before hanging up. In the hospital, the doctors confirmed the worst. My baby was gone, and I could never have another. Jayde's hands, the hands of a brilliant concert pianist, were permanently crippled. Our husbands, the men who were supposed to protect us, had abandoned us for a lie. But as I stared at Jayde' s ruined hands and felt the crushing emptiness in my own body, a cold resolve solidified within me. They thought they had broken us. They had only forged us into something far more dangerous.