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I stared at the silver hairbrush in my blistered hands, the bristles choked with clumps of coarse, ash-grey hair. Alpha Kael rejected me, his fated mate, for the strongest female in the Northern Pack. He forced me into a maid's uniform just to parade his new Luna, Seraphina, in front of me. Everyone whispered that I cleaned their chambers out of pathetic jealousy. But they didn't see the black veins crawling up Seraphina's neck, or the way Kael's muscles swelled every time she coughed up black sludge onto the silk sheets. He wasn't loving her. He was draining her alive through the mating mark. "Hide it," a raspy voice wheezed from the velvet canopy bed. A cold, skeletal hand clamped over my wrist.

I gasped for air, my lungs burning like I'd been drowning. My eyes snapped open to a ceiling I knew too well—cream-colored paint with that small crack near the corner that looked like a lightning bolt. The master bedroom of the Silverclaw Pack house. No. This couldn't be real. I should be dead. I should be lying in the rogue lands, my body wasted to nothing, my mind shattered by months of wolfsbane poisoning. The last thing I remembered was the dirt under my fingernails as I clawed at the frozen ground, searching for roots to eat. The taste of my own blood. The silence where my wolf should have been.

To an orphan like me, the Donovans’ approval was oxygen. I thought I was living a fairy tale as Ivan’s fiancée, finally finding a place to land. That illusion shattered the night I overheard my future father-in-law whisper behind a study door. "We can't keep paying Kayla forever. If this comes out, it ruins the merger." The name hung in the air like toxic smoke. Driven by a sickening gut feeling, I dug deeper. I found a tuition bill for a prestigious kindergarten for a boy named Leo—paid for by the Donovans. I disguised myself as a pest control worker and infiltrated the address on the bill. Inside the playroom of a massive mansion, I found the smoking gun. It wasn’t a receipt. It was a commissioned oil painting. It depicted my fiancé, Ivan, smiling with his arm around a beautiful woman, a young boy standing between them. The plaque read: *Our Happy Family - 2023.* They weren't just cheating; they were living a parallel life. They thought I was just the naive, grateful scholarship student who would never look too closely. They were wrong. At our lavish fifth-anniversary party, in front of five hundred of Manhattan's elite, Ivan waited for my loving toast. Instead, I signaled the AV booth. The giant screen behind us flickered to life. But it didn't show our wedding photos. It showed the painting. And then, I played the recordings.

The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers. My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them. As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most. They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness. I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me. Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey.

In the third year after my heart failure diagnosis, I, Aria Green, watched my Alpha, Luke Perry, generously give away my heart source to his mistress's father. Layla Vale, the mistress, flaunted how perfectly they fit together in bed, how well-behaved their pups were. My heart shattered. Since Luke had betrayed me, I would no longer accept him as my mate. But the heart source that belonged to me, I would take it back. I dialed a communication code that had been sealed away for five years. "I'll return to the Green Pack for the surgery. Come pick me up in a week." But when I truly left, Luke was the one who regretted it.

I was the Harrington family's only son, forced to play a deadly game of shadows in the brutal underworld of Chicago. After a meeting with the Falcones left me poisoned and broken, my car was run off the road in a calculated hit. I crawled from the wreckage, bloodied and desperate, only to find Damien Cobb, the city's untouchable Don, looming over me with a gun pressed to my temple. He didn't see a victim; he saw a pawn to be crushed. My jacket was ripped, my secret bindings nearly exposed, and my life hung by a thread. I managed to talk my way out of the execution, but the humiliation was absolute. When I returned home, the nightmare followed, haunting my sleep with the cold steel of a blade against my throat. The world saw Alessandro Harrington, a man, but the truth was a fragile secret I guarded with my life. I was surrounded by predators who smelled my fear and mistook my silence for weakness. Why was I the target of their cruelty, and how could I keep my family safe when my very existence was a lie waiting to be unraveled? Enough was enough. I wouldn't be the prey anymore. I stood in the mirror, adjusting my shirt, and made a choice: I would stop hiding and start hunting. The dockworkers' strike was my opening, and I would use it to bring the untouchable Don to his knees.

Victoria Sterling thought her life was perfect—a loving dragon husband, a respected place in the powerful Blackthorn Clan, and a future filled with promise. But all of that shattered when she came home early from a business trip to find her husband, Adrian, performing the sacred mating ritual with her best friend, Sophia. Betrayed, humiliated, and cast aside, Victoria’s world crumbled. Labeled as "inferior" by the Blackthorn elders after a public blood trial, her dragon essence was deemed unstable and weak. Stripped of her status and abandoned by the man she loved, Victoria's dragon spirit began to die. But in her darkest moment, something ancient awakened within her—a lineage long thought extinct. When silver scales turned black and ice-fire erupted from her soul, Victoria discovered that she was no ordinary dragon. She was the last descendant of the Frost Dragons, a powerful bloodline hunted to extinction centuries ago. Now, Victoria must navigate a world that cast her out, embrace the true power of her heritage, and face the betrayals that nearly destroyed her. As her enemies plot to erase her completely, Victoria rises from the ashes of her old life to reclaim her strength, her identity, and her destiny. Perfect for fans of betrayal-to-power arcs, dragons, and revenge served cold, The Ashes of Dragon is a sweeping tale of heartbreak, resilience, and a woman who refuses to be broken. What happens when the weakest dragon becomes the one they fear the most?

In the fifth year of my mate bond with Donovan Sullivan, Alpha of the Sullivan Pack, I discovered his feelings for another she-wolf—an Omega in his own pack. On that fateful night, I confronted him in the grand hall of the Sullivan estate, my voice steady despite the storm brewing in my chest. I laid out his choices: sever his ties with her or send her to a distant territory. Donovan paced the room, his Alpha aura heavy with conflict, until he finally stepped out into the cold night, leaving me to wait in silence. By dawn, he had chosen me. Yet, at our marking ceremony, the bond that was meant to solidify our union was shattered in an instant. A young girl—his daughter with her—appeared, her voice trembling as she called out to him. “Daddy, if you’re leaving Mommy, what about me? Are you leaving me too?” Donovan froze, the ceremonial dagger slipping from his hand. I stepped forward, my Luna’s authority filling the space as I addressed him.

Serena Vaughn was once the invisible wife of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who only treated her as nothing more than a trophy. When he humiliates her one too many times, she walks away, ignoring the world's bets that she'll come crawling back. But Serena isn't broken, she's a dormant storm. Months later, she resurfaces as the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance was undeniable. The same society that mocked her now clamors for her favor, including a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, and Hollywood's biggest star all scrambling to be the new man in her life. But Damien isn't ready to let go. When he corners her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena's icy reply shatters him. "That's none of your business, ex-husband, step aside!" Now, the war is on. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall, until only one question remains. How far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

I just found out my husband of five years has been cheating on me the whole time. I'm done being the ugly housewife he made me. Now, he wants me back, but all I want is revenge-and I'm ready to get it.

BLURB "This...this is wrong." I whispered, shivering as Rowan's fingers traced along the lines of my slit. "Wrong?" Ellis' lips brushed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Honey, forbidden is what makes it irresistible." Noah's lips grazed my ear, his warm breath fanning my ears as his soft voice slipped in. "And you'll learn... We take what we want." ***** Isla North had always followed her brother's rules, until she tasted what it was like to break them. Her brother, Asher North, captain of the college hockey team, made one rule when his sister resumed freshman year: "You can fuck with other girls for all I care, but do not go close to my sister." They all easily agreed; after all, brotherhood came first. Until three men broke that rule-his best friends. Rowan, the teasing and sinfully hot strategist. Ellis, the calm, gorgeously hot destruction, and Noah, the reckless, untamed, and sexily wild. Between secret locker room encounters, broken rules, and nights ending in trembling submission, Isla discovers that forbidden desire is intoxicating and dangerous. The ice isn't the only thing Isla is playing on. Power, lust, and obsession blur the lines, and once she surrenders... there's no going back.

Christmas was meant to be her favorite time of the year... until an unknown Alpha stole it. Lisa's world shatters on Christmas Eve when she finds her fiancé in bed with his stepmum. Heartbroken, she escapes to a club, gets drunk, and ends up in the arms of a dangerously handsome stranger. She thinks it's a one-night slip... until she follows her best friend home and discovers two shocking truths: Her best friend is a werewolf. And the man she slept with is her best friend's father, Alpha Zayne Bat, ruler of the strongest and most fearful pack. Caught between her ex's public lies, a supernatural world she never believed in, and a pull toward a man she should never want, Lisa's life spirals into danger, desire, and a fate she never asked for. This Christmas, heartbreak was supposed to end her story. Instead, it begins the one she was never meant to escape.

Five years ago, she was framed, broken, and thrown out into the cold rain by the only man she ever loved, the ruthless billionaire CEO, Lucian. He refused to listen to her pleas, and he never knew she was carrying his greatest secret: triplets. Now, she is back. Not as the weak, naive girl he discarded, but as a powerful, untouchable woman. When their paths cross again, Lucian feels an undeniable pull toward her. But when he accidentally discovers three genius children who share his exact eyes, his cold world shatters. The arrogant CEO is finally forced to his knees. He will do anything to win his family back, but she has a new rule: forgiveness isn't free, and the CEO must pay for his regret.

Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé. But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe. "Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic. "Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night. Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger. She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand. Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare. But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha—the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company. He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse. Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee. Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally." A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama. She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life. Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.

Helen was finally brought back to the luxurious Gallagher estate as their long-lost blood relative. But her new family didn't welcome her; they looked at her with undisguised disgust. The matriarch mocked her stench of poverty, while her step-sister Candice treated her like a feral animal. The patriarch, Fredy—who had built his empire by betraying Helen's mother—tried to break her spirit. He blackmailed Helen into attending a high-society gala by threatening to cut off her grandmother's medical funds. At the gala, Candice squeezed into a diamond-encrusted gown, desperate to seduce the guest of honor, Damian Montgomery. Damian was the most powerful man in New York, and he was currently tearing the city apart looking for a mysterious woman named Jane. Overhearing this, a sick, greedy smile spread across Candice's face. She planned to impersonate Jane to claim Damian's wealth and completely crush Helen under her heel. "Hide in the corner tonight. Don't you dare try to speak to anyone important!" They all thought Helen was just a helpless, uncultured country girl they could easily manipulate and step on to secure their stolen legacy. What they didn't know was that Helen was the real Jane. She was the lethal shadow who had saved Damian in the woods, shattered his grip, and robbed his highly guarded vault just the night before. Helen calmly adjusted her simple black dress and stepped into the ballroom, ready to tear their stolen world apart.

Justin's new secretary drove him home late at night. "Hey, Genevieve, Justin had too much to drink while trying to protect me from the wine. Would you mind taking care of him for me?" She wore Justin's tailored suit jacket over her shoulders, her defiant gaze clear and unwavering. Justin leaned against her, slightly tipsy, a faint lipstick stain visible on his white shirt. Suddenly, it hit me. I had taught Justin how to climb to the top. I never taught him how to fall gracefully. --- I woke up in the middle of the night to find Justin still hadn’t come home. This was unexpected; my eyes slowly opened, emerging from the fog of sleep. In three years of marriage, this had never happened before.

The scream tore through the training grounds, shattering the afternoon quiet like glass. My heart stopped mid-beat as I recognized Stella's voice—my five-year-old daughter's cry of pain unlike anything I'd ever heard from her. "Mommy! It hurts!" I dropped the herbs I'd been sorting and ran, my Luna aura flaring around me as pack members scrambled out of my way. Warren was already there, his massive frame kneeling beside our daughter's crumpled form. "Stella!" I collapsed beside them, gathering her burning body into my arms. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her normally rosy cheeks now ashen gray. "Baby, what's wrong?" Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glazed with fever. "My wolf... she's hiding from me." A chill ran through me that had nothing to do with the autumn breeze.

I told myself I was fine. I'd been telling myself that for eight years, so by now I was pretty good at it. The bonfire was enormous — the kind Silverfang only built for ceremonies, stacked high with pine and cedar until the flames reached above the cliff's edge and threw orange light across the whole ridge. Below us, the river ran black and fast in the dark. I could hear it if I stood close enough to the railing. I didn't stand close. I stood near the back of the crowd instead, where the firelight barely reached, and I watched Harrison place his hand on Alia Mitchell's waist. His touch was easy. Practiced. The kind of touch that said he'd decided.

I was strapped to a bomb, pregnant and terrified, using my last moments to call the man I loved. But Arthur didn't send help; he hung up on me because his foster sister, Ivy, was "scared of a noise" outside her apartment. Ten minutes later, the explosion erased me and our unborn child from existence. My spirit didn't cross over. I was cursed to remain as a ghost, tethered to Arthur. I watched him block my number, convinced my silence was just a "jealous stunt." I watched him ignore my missing person report until he stood over my charred remains in the morgue, clutching the locket he gave me. His grief was agonizing, but the truth was worse. A year later, during a staged kidnapping meant to win him back, Ivy slipped up. She admitted she had orchestrated my murder to keep him for herself. As Arthur looked at her with pure hatred, the bond holding me to him finally snapped. But I didn't leave. A dark, cold force pulled me toward Ivy instead. My pain is over, but her nightmare is just beginning.

I walked into the luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue, the air conditioning chilling my skin. There she was-Alivia, my adopted sister-swiping my husband' s Black Card for her wedding dress. Three years ago, she tampered with the neonatal equipment during my home birth, suffocating my newborn son. Then she told everyone I was a drug addict who killed my own baby in a hallucination. My husband, Carter, didn't just believe her; he locked me in a high-security psychiatric facility in Nevada to "fix" me. For three years, I rotted in isolation while she took my life, my husband, and paraded a child that wasn't even his as the Fletcher heir. Even my parents sided with her, protecting their image over their own daughter's sanity. They think I' m still the fragile socialite who would crumble under their gaslighting. They think I' m here to beg for forgiveness. I pulled a silver flash drive from my clutch and stepped into the light. "Shopping for a wedding dress, Alivia?" I whispered, my voice cutting through her laughter. "I hope it goes well with the forensic report proving you murdered my son." The game is over, Carter. I' m not here to reconcile. I' m here to burn your empire to the ground.

Anna Jenkins never planned to see him again-the stranger whose hands, mouth, and body gave her the hottest, erotic and most sexiest night of her life. She slipped out of his bed before dawn, breathless, sore, and certain their paths would never cross again. Until she walked into her interview... And found him seated at the head of the boardroom table. Blake Harrington. The irresistible man she'd had pinned beneath her the night before-now revealed as her CEO. The air between them sizzles instantly. His eyes dare her to remember. Her body betrays her with every throb of heat. Now they're trapped between professional lines they shouldn't cross and a desire that's already broken every rule. The tension is filthy, magnetic-dangerous. Every stolen glance feels like a touch. Every clipped word feels like a promise. And both of them know the truth: One more night will ruin them. Not having it might destroy them.

To escape an abusive ex who blacklisted her from every job in the city, Annabelle fled to New York with nothing but her late grandfather's secret marriage token. Destitute, she was unexpectedly taken in by the ultra-wealthy Barrera family. Meeting their sweet, handsome nephew, Davion, she naturally assumed he was her arranged fiancé. Seeing that Davion already had a girlfriend he loved, Annabelle felt a deep sense of guilt about the secret contract. Sitting in his passenger seat one morning, she confessed her true identity and offered to help him secretly break the marriage alliance. But Davion just looked at her in sheer panic. "What engagement?" Before Annabelle could explain, his phone accidentally went on speaker. A low, terrifyingly calm voice echoed through the car. It was Jasper Barrera—the ruthless, cold-blooded head of the family, and the terrifying tyrant Annabelle had accidentally offended in the estate's greenhouse just days ago. He had heard every single word of her plan to break the sacred family trust. Davion's face went completely ashen as he hastily pulled the car over, his hands shaking violently on the steering wheel. "Anna," he whispered, looking like he had just seen a ghost. "Who do you think you are engaged to?" That was when the horrifying realization crushed the air out of her lungs. She wasn't engaged to the sweet nephew. She was engaged to the monster.

Douglas and I had been together for seven years. I'd finally waited for his proposal, and with tears in my eyes, I joyfully accepted. But just a week before the wedding, I stumbled upon a secret folder on Douglas's computer. Every file meticulously chronicled Douglas's life with another woman, complete with their newborn child. And that woman wasn't me. It was my sister. Quietly, I booked a flight to leave the country on the day of the wedding. When the wedding day arrived, the bride was nowhere to be found, and Douglas was frantically searching for me. ---------------------------------- "Novah, is that opportunity you mentioned still open?" "I've changed my mind. I want to start a business with you." Novah was my college roommate, and we were very close.

When I faced a medical crisis during childbirth, my husband, Meir, was nowhere to be found. Dr. Warren Cooper pulled me back from the edge, and soon afterward, I stumbled upon a post by Meir's assistant—an image showing the two of them wrapped in a passionate kiss. ["At the Alps with the love of my life."] I didn't break down or make a fuss. Instead, I quietly moved out, leaving behind nothing but the divorce papers. Later, I heard that when he discovered the divorce papers, he flew into a rage, destroying everything in sight, his eyes burning with anger. ============================== "Quick, quick, get her into the operating room." "Prepare for intubation." "We need an arterial line immediately, get the blood transfusion ready!" Through the fog in my mind, I could hear the medical team’s urgent voices. Dr. Cooper's voice was constant in my ear. I struggled to speak, but words eluded me.