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My new boss is gorgeous, arrogant, and filthy rich. The only problem? He doesn't know he's also the father of my baby. Six years ago, I was supposed to get married. But the night before the wedding, my groom-to-be showed me sides of himself I'd never seen before. I might've died in that hotel room... If Mikhail Novikov hadn't burst in to save me. Handsome, strong, capable knight in shining armor-sign me up, right? WRONG. Because Mikhail wasn't just the hero I never knew I needed... He was also way more dangerous than I ever could've known. But for one night, I let myself do something I never should've done. It was worth it-several times over, if you catch my drift. In the morning, though, I did the reasonable I RAN. For six years, I keep running. Until I walk into work one day, and find my new boss waiting in my office. Guess who? And guess what he does when finds out about our baby?

(Trigger warning: this book has some elements of dark romance with an unhinged ML) "Would you give me your surname or better take mine then? Will you be the lucky man?" I blurted out having no idea of what I was saying. My head was already in the clouds and blinded by his smile. It calmed the storm in my mind. He laughed. Those dark abysses were truly alluring when they sparkled. His fingers grazed my cheeks, wiping off my tears, before cupping them in his callous palms. "If you love my surname so much." A foolish smile graced my lips, oblivious of the fact that he wasn't joking. "You can't back down now, hubby. You just got a wife." I thought I lost everything when I walked away from Sinclair. I never imagined I’d end up as Alaric Von Duvall’s wife. ******* Her life was written in stone. A perfect life one she always dreamt of. Everything Cassandra wanted was within reach until one night revealed the love she'd trusted was a lie. Betrayal and deceit from those she trusted the most made every belief she had crash down. What she didn’t expect was to stumble into a stranger's arms, into his bed and wake up married. Alaric gave her what she thought she wanted; now she can't take it back. One reckless mistake became a wedding vow. Now she’s trapped inside Alaric’s empire of lies. Married to a stranger who knows more than he’s letting on He’s dangerous. He’s charming. And in front of everyone, he claimed her as his . Caught between Sinclair’s obsession, Alaric’s shadowy intentions, and her family’s betrayal, Cassandra doesn’t know if this marriage will be her downfall… or her salvation.

Five years of loyalty, shattered on her wedding night. When Isla discovers her long-distance fiancé has been giving his heart to his "work bestie," she doesn’t scream or beg. She throws away their future, blocks his number, and walks out into the freezing night. But a quiet breakdown outside her office leads to an unexpected encounter with Damari Evans—her cold, ruthless, and utterly untouchable billionaire boss. His shocking proposal? A three-year contract marriage to satisfy his dying grandfather. His leverage? Paying the $30,000 needed to save Isla’s dying younger brother. Isla agrees, expecting a strict business arrangement with a man completely immune to romance. But the supposedly icy CEO quickly begins blurring the lines. From fiercely defending her against entitled playboys to casually dropping a $200,000 "monthly allowance" into her bank account, Damari’s version of a fake marriage feels dangerously real. Meanwhile, her remorseful ex is desperately plotting to win her back, completely unaware that he is now facing the most powerful man in the city. Isla thought she was just a convenient choice for a marriage of convenience. She has no idea she just married a man who has been watching her from the shadows—and he will ruthlessly crush anyone who tries to take what is now his.

The phone vibrated against my hip, an unfamiliar number lighting up the screen. I answered, my voice steady despite the knot forming in my stomach. 'Reagan Barnes speaking.' Dr. Hale's voice was clipped, professional. 'Mrs. Bailey, this is Dr. Victor Hale from Mercy General. I'm calling about Margaret Bailey. She's been admitted with late-stage lung cancer. The prognosis is grim without immediate intervention.' I pressed my thumbnail against my index finger, a habit I'd developed to anchor myself.

Just because I accidentally spilled Louisa’s medicine while preparing it, Jaxxon forced me to kneel all night on the frozen ground outside the packhouse. The cold seeped into my bones, and the next morning, I woke up in pain, realizing I had miscarried. Desperate, I went to find Jaxxon, but what I overheard shattered my world. “Do you think Sylvia would die of rage if she found out the child wasn’t yours, Jax?” one of his Betas sneered. “Imagine her face when she realizes it wasn’t you in her bed all these nights but your Delta, and that every time, a different warrior was watching,” another added with a cruel laugh. “And yesterday, to comfort Louisa, you even had those explicit pictures of her shared across the pack’s mind link. The entire Northern Pack is talking about them now!” Jaxxon’s voice was cold and detached. “She deserved it for spilling Louisa’s medicine. It’s her punishment. But she’s still my mate—I couldn’t let her carry a bastard and shame me.

After my mate Andre marked Yasmin as his second mate, he and our son poured all their love into her. On Yasmin’s birthday, they accompanied her into the city to celebrate at a fancy restaurant. Meanwhile, I was out in the pack’s territory, gathering herbs for the healer when I felt a sharp pain and realized I was miscarrying. Desperate, I mind-linked Andre, begging him to come home and take me to the healer. But he only growled back, "What are you talking about? I haven’t been near you in months! How could you possibly be carrying my pup?" Our son, Quinton, joined the link, his voice impatient. "Mom, stop lying! Teacher said lying is wrong. Aunt Yasmin’s about to blow out her candles.

Lia, daughter of an alpha and his moon, grew up relegated to the kitchen by the same pack that ordered her parents killed. The night she nearly died, her wolf side awakened: she could distinguish false scents, read the forest, and sense the Stone when someone was lying. Kael, King of the Alphas, rescued her. He smelled her and knew: she was his destined mate. To protect her, Kael invoked the Law of the Stone and faced Argon, the tyrant who had kept her subjugated, in a duel. But a conspiracy was already underway: the mercenaries Black Iron and Mara used silver traps and a scent silencer to plant her trail, break her protection, and return her to being "No One." Lia must choose: hide under the King's wing or fight by his side. She has a gift no one else possesses. She can uncover evidence, force the Stone to speak, and reclaim her name. Kael can win battles. Only Lia can dismantle the conspiracy that haunts her. Will they be able to break the chains of fear and betrayal... or will pack warfare claim them first?

I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk. Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris. I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them. My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown. I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy. But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.

The Thanksgiving dinner had been perfect—until it wasn't. I watched Hugo's father, Richard, step into the backyard with a box of fireworks, his face illuminated by the golden glow of our dining room windows. The Washington family tradition: the patriarch lighting the Thanksgiving fireworks while everyone gathered on the porch to watch. "Hugo, your father's going to light those fireworks," I said, nudging my husband who was distracted by his phone. "Shouldn't you be out there with him?" Hugo barely glanced up. "Dad's done this every year since I was a kid. He doesn't need my help." I bit my lip, watching through the window as Richard fumbled with the lighter. Something seemed off—the way he bent awkwardly, his movements unsteady. Then came the scream. It wasn't the festive pop of fireworks, but a guttural cry of pain that tore through the evening air.

The plane lurched violently, throwing me against the window as the overhead compartments burst open, spilling luggage into the aisle. The captain's voice crackled through the intercom, tight with barely controlled panic: "Ladies and gentlemen, we're experiencing mechanical failure. Please remain calm and prepare for emergency procedures." Oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling like yellow flowers of death. My hands shook as I reached for Lily's mask first, my five-year-old daughter's eyes wide with terror as she clutched her worn teddy bear. "Mommy, what's happening?" she whispered, her small voice barely audible over the screaming engines. "It's okay, sweetheart. Mommy's here." I secured her mask with trembling fingers, then fumbled for my own, my heart hammering against my ribs. Across the aisle, Pierce was already adjusting Eloise's mask with the tender care of a man handling precious porcelain. His fingers lingered on her pale cheek as she leaned into his touch, her perfectly manicured hand grasping his wrist. Not once did his eyes drift toward us.

I followed behind Alpha Kamden for three hundred years. On the ninety-ninth time he abandoned me, I finally stopped in my tracks. I offered myself to the rogue portal seal, vanishing completely from his world. Alpha Kamden’s eyes turned red, vowing to search for me from the highest peaks to the deepest valleys: “Skyla, come back!” But there was no longer a Skyla who would follow behind him. ============================== “Skyla, are you certain about this? Sealing the rogue portal is no small task. One misstep, and you could be utterly destroyed. Even if the Moon Goddess grants you the chance to restore your inner wolf, you’d still need to survive to see it through…” My gaze was unwavering. “Elder Jasper, I’ve made up my mind. Protecting the balance between packs is the sacred duty of the Phoenix Pack.

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower-pushing every button she could-until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness. Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced." Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. *Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!* Alexander was certain he'd never regret his decision. That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we'll take down anyone who dares mess with you!" Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let's get back together."

Sienna Peterson had the whole "happily ever after" thing locked down... or so she thought. She married her college sweetheart, mastered the art of casserole-making, and dove headfirst into suburban adulthood. Twenty-one years later? Her husband's traded her in for someone who still gets carded, her kids are off to college, and Sienna is suddenly very single with a whole lot of free time. Cue the midlife plot twist. Who says your 40s can't be fabulous? Who says you can't date a ridiculously attractive and a billboard 26-year-old named Daniel Walter-who just so happens to be sweet, sexy, and seriously into her? Daniel may be younger, but he's got his life together and his heart in the right place. Sienna, on the other hand, has no idea how she ended up in a situationship with a man who knows how to properly fold fitted sheets. But hey-he makes her laugh, makes her blush, and makes her feel more alive than she has in years. It starts off as just fun... but what if it's more than that? What if age is just a number, and love is the surprise twist she never saw coming? One woman's fresh start. One unexpected romance. And a whole lot of awkwardly hot moments.

"You're not doing this on my birthday, are you?" I asked Quinn, my eyes covered in tears as I watched him glare at me with disdain. "You aren't leaving me dejected after sacrificing three whole years of my life with you!" "And I'm giving you a life to be free, isn't that way better?" He asked in return, stretching the dreadful file towards me. "Consider this a birthday gift and leave. I'm going to specifically make sure you get all the benefits associated with the divorce." "You're .." "Leave Anastasia." He interrupted mildly. "Leave now and say nothing else.. you can have the Ferrari or any of the Estates in Paris as part of the compensation.. just go." ** Anastasia Beverly thought she had found her happily ever after when she married the successful and charismatic Quinn. But five years later, her dream life is unravelling. Her husband's attention is elsewhere, and his heart seems lost to a ghost from the past-his first love, Veronica Rodriguez. On what should have been a day of celebration, Anastasia's birthday becomes a nightmare as Quinn comes home late, drunk, and distant. When he hands her divorce papers, her world shatters. Left with no choice but to pick up the pieces, Anastasia discovers a strength she never knew she had. As she rebuilds her life and carves out her own success, she becomes someone that even Quinn can't ignore. But just as Anastasia rises to prominence, Quinn realises too late what he has lost. Now, he is desperate to win back the woman he once took for granted. But can he rekindle a flame that he extinguished, or is he too late to mend the heart he broke?

Adelia didn't believe what everyone else believed. She saw no reason why she couldn't be the Alpha of her pack after her father just because she was a girl. Determined to achieve her aim of becoming the Alpha of her pack, she cut her hair, disguised as a boy, and joined the all-male training camp for Alphas. From then on, started a whirlwind of what fate could bring. Adelia became torn between leaving her dreams when she discovered on her first day in training that her mate was the most dangerous Alpha in existence. And the particular Alpha wasn't making it easy to stay away. When danger arose, they would be forced to align, or else they forfeit a lot of things, including their lives.

I was 'Nine', the deadliest assassin of The Syndicate. But yesterday, my boss faked my death in an explosion and sent me to New York. I was ordered to infiltrate the Russo family as their long-lost biological daughter. But my biological parents didn't want me. They loved the fake daughter they had raised in my place. My mother called me a feral stray and tried to shove me into a mildewed servant's quarter, while the fake daughter lived in a grand suite. When the fake daughter cried upon seeing me, my father pointed a finger at my face, yelling at me for disrespecting his precious replacement. "You are nothing but a crude, uncultured mistake trying to ruin her life!" They treated me like garbage, trying to assert dominance over a girl they thought was a helpless stray. But when I cornered my mother and whispered my question, her reaction changed everything. "If I hadn't been stolen all those years ago, would you have even needed a replacement?" She didn't cry for the child she lost. Instead, all the color drained from her face, and her eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror. She knew. Even if she hadn't orchestrated it herself, my mother knew exactly why I was kidnapped eighteen years ago. They thought they could bully a pathetic orphan. They didn't realize they had just invited a monster into their home.

After being rejected by her beta husband, who humiliated and rejected her Luna's position with his true mate right after taking over the pack, Cassandra knew she needed to come out of this marriage to save her dignity. For that, she chose to seek the help of the strongest alpha in return for training his female soldiers. She entered into a contract in return for help, but who would've known this contract with the most dangerous alpha would be the biggest sin of her life, questioning her morals? "When you are in my pack, you need to smell like one of ours," Alpha Callisto whispered before pushing her against the wall with his body pressing hard into her. "But Alpha, that wasn't the part of the deal!!" Cassandra squealed, her breathing heavy in nervousness. How could he think of doing something like this to a married woman? "Well, poor you, I forgot to mention I don't follow the rules," He said before biting into her neck, right beside her mark. Will Cassandra get back her pack with the help of this sinister alpha, utterly unaware that he was the same alpha she slept with all those years ago? Will the alpha help her, or would she just be tortured in his sinful ways because of the way she stole not only his virginity but his sense of smell, too?

Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance) Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter... Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline. Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King. Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life. But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart. Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥

Roxanne never expected her father would sell her out to be a disabled man's wife, instead of her sister. Heartbroken and threatened with her brother's treatment, Roxanne discovered her step-sister seduced her fiancee and got pregnant for him. Hurt and escaping from home, she ended up at a bar and made one of the greatest mistakes of her life but it later turned out to be worth it as the entire thing was a big misunderstanding. Her husband to be wasn't actually disabled, it was something more. He was the perfect man and Reina grew to regret her decision. As he helped her raise up, Roxanne discovered a heart-shattering her father was hiding from her.

I am Emory Howell, Crown Luna of the American Lycans, heiress to the Moonveil Pack. I have walked into rooms that made Alpha males instinctively lower their eyes. I have settled inter-pack disputes with a single sentence. My Luna aura is the kind that other she-wolves whisper about in reverent, slightly envious tones. And tonight, I was standing in the Silverfang Pack's kitchen at six in the morning, covered in flour, asking an Omega named Bess whether dark chocolate ganache needed to chill for one hour or two. 'Two, Miss Howell,' Bess said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. She knew who I was. They all did. But I had suppressed my aura so thoroughly over the past months that I barely registered as anything more than a well-dressed visitor in their territory. That was intentional.

After my heart transplant, Joey Hudson, the Lycan Prince, cherished me deeply. It was because the heart he gave me was his mate Aspen’s last gift. But when he returned from battle, he brought back a woman. A woman who looked exactly like Aspen. He said he would take my heart again, so Aspen could live once more. --- Joey returned from the battlefield. Overjoyed, I ran out barefoot, my heart pounding. But as I turned the corner, I overheard the whispers of the pack’s Omegas. “Did you see? Prince Joey’s back!” “And he brought a woman with him!” “I saw her too.

I wake to the sound of nothing. The silence in the Blood Moon pack house is a living thing, pressing against my skin like a physical weight. Five years of this suffocating quiet have taught me to move like a ghost through my own home, my bare feet finding the path across the cold hardwood floor without making a sound. I glance at the clock—6:30 AM. Nicolas will be downstairs in the training room by now. My stomach tightens at the thought of him, my mate, the man I saved and the man who now lives in terror of the sound of my voice. In the bathroom, I perform my morning ritual in complete silence. No humming, no water running unnecessarily, no clinking of bottles. My hands move through the motions with practiced precision, applying the special scent-neutralizing lotion Simone insists will keep my natural fragrance from triggering Nicolas's episodes. The irony isn't lost on me—I'm suppressing every part of myself to keep him sane.

I'm Melody Rhodes, a lawyer who lost everything when my pup was killed by Zoe Meadows, a she-wolf backed by my mate, Ethan, a powerful judge. Betrayed and wrongfully imprisoned for three years, I emerged broken but determined to uncover the truth. As I faced Ethan's new life with Zoe and their pup, my heart shattered. With my friend Bella's help, I sought justice, only to confront Ethan's chilling betrayal. Now, I stand at a crossroads, fighting to reclaim my life and honor my pup's memory.

I was dying from a mysterious illness, but my family, including my fiancé King, dismissed me as a drama queen. At my adopted sister Isabel' s promotion party, my body finally gave out and I collapsed, coughing up blood. Instead of helping, King accused me of ruining Isabel's big night. He tore up my terminal diagnosis report right in front of me, sneering that I'd do anything for attention. Completely broken, I annulled our engagement and fled to a rundown motel to die alone. But Isabel found me. With a triumphant smile, she confessed everything-she had been slowly poisoning me for years, a plot to steal my health, my family's love, and King himself. She had no idea her entire monstrous confession was being recorded by a device left in the room. I sent that audio file to everyone and, with the help of a kind stranger, faked my own death. Years later, I had a new life, a new name, and a quiet peace I never thought possible. Then one day, a broken, haunted man walked into my seaside café, clutching a faded photo of me. It was King.