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As I indulged in a spa treatment at the pack’s luxurious salon, my phone buzzed with a message from Katherine, my best friend and a Delta in our Silver Moon Pack. "Luna, I just saw Alpha Brody at the mall buying jewelry for some woman," her text read. "Got it," I replied, my tone calm. "Aren’t you going to confront him?" she pressed. "No need." It had only been three months since I gave birth to the twins, and after this appointment, I had a gym session scheduled. At five, I needed to pick up Hudson from the pack’s daycare. I didn’t have time for distractions. --- I first discovered Brody’s infidelity when I was five months pregnant with our twins. The revelation had led to an explosive argument, and I moved back to my mother’s house, the former Luna of our pack. It had been three months since the birth, and I was still staying with her.

The mind-link hit me like a physical blow, nearly sending me to my knees in the middle of the pack market. Healer Elara's voice, usually so calm and measured, crackled with urgency through our mental connection. *Luna, you need to come to the healing den. Now.* I abandoned my basket of herbs, my fingers already trembling as I traced the moonflower birthmark on my wrist—a nervous habit I'd developed since childhood. The crowd parted as I ran, their curious gazes following my desperate sprint through the Silver Moon territory. The acrid smell of burnt flesh hit me before I even reached the healing den's entrance. My wolf whimpered, recognizing the scent beneath the damage. *Father.* "Luna." Elara emerged from behind a privacy screen, her usually pristine healer's robes stained with blood and healing salves. The exhaustion etched into her face told me everything I needed to know before she even spoke. "The rogues ambushed the border patrol.

Mob boss Dante Falcone plucked me off the streets and made me his queen. I thought I'd married the most loyal man in the underworld, until I caught him with my cousin Lucia. She was six months pregnant with his child, living in our luxury villa. After the car accident, I needed a blood transfusion to save our unborn baby. The blood bank was empty. Dante had ordered all emergency medical resources redirected to save his mistress. He signed our child's death warrant with his own hand. When I woke up to find my stomach horribly flat, my phone rang. It was Dante, ecstatic because he'd just seen my old pregnancy test results, completely unaware he'd already killed his own heir. "I'm going to build an empire for our child," he promised. I didn't say a word. I hung up, secretly signed the divorce papers, and called my intelligence contact, demanding immediate extraction. After I disappeared, the untouchable Don finally understood what it meant to lose everything. He burned the world down and swore he'd bring me back.

Lena Martinez never imagined that her desperate need to save her younger sister's life would land her in billionaire Nathan Blackwood's world. When Julian, Nathan's loyal cousin and right-hand man, offers her a contract for a life-changing sum of money she cannot refuse-impersonate Nathan's fiancée and marry him-Lena has no choice but to agree. With the clock ticking and her eleven-year-old sister's life on the line, she steps into a life of wealth, power and secrets she never asked for. But playing the role of the glamorous Kimberly Hayes is only the beginning of her nightmare. Lena must contend with a man who is kind, loving, and yet haunted by past heartbreak, while hiding the truth that could destroy them both. In a world of lies, secrets and danger, can Lena survive as Mrs. Blackwood-without losing her heart to the man she was never meant to love?

I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir. He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw. I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files. She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage. At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot. Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain? Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.

The sound of Emma's body hitting the kitchen floor will haunt me forever. One moment she was reaching for her favorite cereal on the counter, chattering about the butterfly she'd seen in our garden, and the next she was crumpled on the cold tiles like a broken doll. The bowl she'd been holding shattered beside her, milk spreading across the floor in a white puddle that seemed to mock the sudden silence. "Emma!" I dropped to my knees, my hands shaking as I gathered her limp form into my arms. Her skin felt paper-thin and cold, so different from the warm, energetic little girl who'd been bouncing around just seconds before. Dark bruises I hadn't noticed before dotted her pale arms like terrible fingerprints. The emergency room was a blur of fluorescent lights and antiseptic smells. I clutched Emma's hand as they wheeled her away for tests, her tiny fingers barely registering pressure in mine. Hours crawled by in that sterile waiting room, each minute stretching into eternity while I stared at the same magazine page without reading a single word. When Dr.

The iron gates of the Cooper mansion loomed before me, their intricate designs now cold and forbidding instead of welcoming. I clutched my single suitcase—all that remained of my once-vast wardrobe—and took a deep breath. The September wind cut through my thin black uniform, a far cry from the designer clothes that once filled my closet. "Isabella Nelson," I whispered to myself, "you can do this." Three months. Just three months of servitude to retrieve Mother's belongings. Then I could leave this nightmare behind. I approached the servants' entrance at the back of the mansion, my heart hammering against my ribs. The door swung open before I could knock. "Right on time," Pearl Cooper said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. My former best friend stood in the doorway, resplendent in a crimson dress that hugged her curves.

Callen’s driver, Langston, dropped him off late that night, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a slight unease. As a Delta, Langston had always been discreet, but tonight, his eyes flickered with something unspoken. “Luna,” he began, addressing me with the respect my title demanded, “Alpha Callen had quite a bit to drink while standing in for me. I’d appreciate it if you could look after him.” Beside him stood Sophie, Callen’s newly promoted Beta—or, as I’d come to learn, Gamma. She was draped in Callen’s custom-tailored jacket, her eyes bold and unflinching as she met my gaze. The audacity was almost admirable, if it weren’t so insulting. “Luna,” she said, her voice sweet but laced with a challenge, “Alpha Callen can get a bit clingy and throws minor tantrums when he’s drunk. Please don’t hold it against him.” Callen leaned heavily against her, his broad frame unsteady, the faint scent of alcohol and something floral—Sophie’s perfume—clinging to him. The lipstick stain on his white shirt was faint but unmistakable, a mark that screamed of carelessness and disrespect. Suddenly, it hit me.

Five years ago, Dante Moretti was the Capo who promised to burn the world for me. Today, he is a monster with amnesia who treats me like a servant while parading his mistress, Carla, in front of me. When Carla cut her own baby's lip to frame me, Dante didn't ask for proof. He dragged me into the hotel lobby, claiming I was a monster who hurt children. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You use your voice to lie. You don't deserve a voice." He ordered his guards to hold me down. Then, he took a silver needle and thick black thread. Right there in front of the staff and guests, he sewed my mouth shut. Three stitches. One for silence. One for obedience. One for the Family. He thought he had broken me. He didn't know that while I bled, the walls blocking his memory were already crumbling. Months later, after I had escaped and built a new life, he found me. He knelt in the snow outside my gate, weeping, begging to fix what he broke. "I remember everything, Elena. I love you." I touched the white scars on my lips and looked down at him. "You can't fix this, Dante." "Unless you can give me the last five years back."

Elena Vasquez, 25 and burdened by family debts accepts a role as assistant to billionaire Alexander Kane not realizing she is involved in a wager with his competitor, Victor Lang aimed at making her fall, for him within three months to finalize an important merger. As Elena and Alexander's connection grows through encounters and mutual openness she uncovers the bet destroying her trust and resigns compelling Alexander to chase after her to demonstrate his true love. Victor's plots intensify, linking his grudge against Alexander to the downfall of Elena's family introducing elements of corporate espionage and peril. Elena faces the challenge of managing her feelings for Alexander safeguarding her family and uncovering the truth about Victor's involvement, in her history while Alexander strives to redeem himself and keep her safe. Will she break the billionaire... or let him break her world open?

~ Ducan: Demon King ~ My kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, my race standing at the brink of extinction. The throne of Hell itself trembles beneath me, its power slipping from my grasp. Only one salvation remains- A maiden blessed by the gods, born once in a century. Pure. Untouched. Marked by fate to bear the seed of a king. To reclaim my strength and bind the realms of Hell to my will, I must claim her. She will become mine-whether she surrenders in devotion or resists with every breath. Her body will cradle my power. Her womb will secure my throne. And once my eyes have chosen her... there is no escape.

Lucy is a cheerful human princess who enjoyed her peaceful life at the palace but mainly on the busty village streets. What will happen when she sneaks out as usual, only to return and find out her father had been defeated by an unknown man will her life change for good or bad or gray as she tries to get back her father's throne even if it meant staying under the enemy's nose. will she take her revenge or fall for the one person who has ruined her father. she has to make up her mind between following her heart or be blinded by a false revenge.

When I came back from the hospital to a family gathering holding a diagnosis report, I asked to speak with my best friend, Rachel alone. But she only frowned. “What are you talking about Emma? If there's anything you need to say, say it in front of the family.” Before I could pull her aside she peeked at the report and announced. “You have a terminal venereal disease!” In that instant everything changed. My husband rejected me, claiming I was dirty and couldn't be his wife, my parents and my brother disowned me and soon I was thrown out of my home. It was then that I discovered he had been cheating on me with Rachel this whole time and my father, mother and brother who had always chosen Ella over me knew and, cast me out to welcome her as their real family. Alone, I smiled bitterly. Only I knew that it wasn't my name on the diagnosis report but Rachel's.

Get out of my house. I don't want to see you ever again slut! Those were the exact words he threw at my face. It had been a year now but I still couldn't forget him. My new born baby got his blue eyes. I just didn't know why he called me a slut. I should had been warned by his coldness towards me the week before we got divorce. I never saw it coming. He was David James Miller. Of course, he could always find another woman to replace me. He always had women on his beck and call before I got married to him. He was my first in everything. He was so happy when he learned that I was still a virgin. I waited for the right time and it was worth it, with him. He divorced me without any explanation. Then he suddenly appeared and wanted to get back to my life, to our lives.

Seventeen-year-old Lily has spent her entire life as the pack’s outcast. Bullied relentlessly at school, especially by the Alpha twins—Lucas and Liam—who torment her with cruel nicknames, she endures the abuse because she knows she’ll escape it all on her eighteenth birthday. Her plan is simple: run away, leave the pack behind, and start fresh, far from the shame of her family and the cruelty she faces. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. During the Moon Goddess Festival, where mates are revealed, Lily finds herself in the center of attention. The Moon Goddess shocks the entire pack by choosing her as the destined mate of both Alpha twins. In an instant, her plans are shattered, and her life is thrown into chaos. Will she embrace her fate, or will she fight to escape the bonds that tie her to the Alphas who tormented her?

The divorce papers landed on the mahogany desk between us with a soft thud that somehow echoed through the silence of our private chambers. Adrian stood across from me, his posture rigid with determination, the royal insignia on his jacket catching the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. "I want a divorce, Emmeline." His voice was cold, clinical—the voice of a stranger wearing my husband's face. "I've found someone I truly love." I stared at the papers, my fingers trembling slightly before I clenched them into fists on my lap. The legal jargon blurred before my eyes, but certain words stood out in stark relief: "irreconcilable differences," "division of assets," "mutual consent." "It's Violeta, isn't it?" My voice sounded distant to my own ears. Adrian's jaw tightened. "Yes. She understands me in ways you never could. What we have is real—true love." True love. The phrase hung in the air between us like a mockery.

My husband, a brilliant cardiac surgeon, was supposed to perform my mother's high-risk heart surgery. But just as she was being prepped, he texted me about a "major OR emergency"-a multi-car pileup he couldn't avoid. Minutes later, I saw an Instagram story. It was a picture of his hand holding another woman's, posted by a socialite whose mother was his "pet project." The caption read: "My hero, dropping everything for my mother's health scare." He wasn't saving lives in a catastrophic accident. He was holding hands for a photo op while my mother's life was on the line with a replacement surgeon. He chose them over us. He abandoned my mother's surgery for a "health scare," moved his mistress and her mother into the nursery I had prepared for our future child, and then, in front of a crowd at the hospital, publicly denied ever knowing my mother to protect his new "family." I watched him destroy our lives for their applause, for a lie. He called me dramatic, childish, and cruel for not understanding his "compassion." But what he didn't know was that I had already hired the most ruthless divorce attorney in the city. This wasn't a cry for attention; it was a declaration of war.

It all started with a divorce, then chaos... Elodie Beaumont's life is a mess. Her little beach resort is on the verge of going under, thanks to a new competitor - her ex-husband, Valerian Blackwood. Desperate, Elodie makes a deal with the devil himself: an alliance with Valerian. He agrees, but little does she know, he has an ulterior motive - to win her back. Can love find its way back to shore after years at sea, especially when the past is a ghost and the future is uncharted?

I married the CEO of the powerful Powers Corporation, and everyone saw me as the perfect trophy wife. They assumed my days were filled with nothing but shopping on Fifth Avenue. But this prestigious family was a house of cards. My husband's siblings were spoiled, useless children threatening to bring the entire empire down with their stupidity. His brother, Braden, was a parasite who mistook his trust fund for "freedom." His sister, Chelsea, was a brainless socialite being used as a pawn in a public scandal by a con artist. Even the family's ruthless Chief of Staff, a man meant to be their shield, looked at me with utter contempt, viewing me as just another problem to be managed. They all saw a fragile doll. They had no idea that their weakness was an insult to the family name, and I was not going to stand for it. It was time to discipline the children. The first lesson began at 3,000 feet, when I kicked my brother-in-law out of a plane mid-flight. His rehabilitation—and my takeover of this family—had just begun.

BLURB: Hazel was the pack's unwanted omega, no worth, no wolf, no family, no hope.When the Alpha's son publicly rejects her as his mate, she flees from the pack at night, but the moon goddess isn't done with her yet. She wakes up to find herself in the castle of the wolf king, who happens to be her second chance mate. Arden, the Alpha king, is cold, suspicious, and broken by past betrayals. He refuses to trust her, denies his affection towards her, but the bond burns between them, undeniably. As war gathers and enemies close in, and secrets from the past open up, Hazel must prove she's more than a worthless rejected omega, she's the Luna who will change everything. And now a broken wolf king must decide: will he let his past destroy their future or will he risk everything to love the woman the moon goddess chose for him?

I sat in the driver’s seat of my car for ten minutes before I finally went inside. The rain was drumming hard against the windshield, but I didn't feel the chill. My hands were shaking. I looked down at the small plastic wand resting in my palm. Two pink lines. Pregnant. A bubbly, warm feeling expanded in my chest. After three years of a quiet, hollow marriage, I was finally going to give Enzo Shaw a child. I tucked the test safely into my designer purse and hurried into the private parking garage. The private elevator hummed smoothly, taking me up to the penthouse we shared.

"She is my fated mate, Seraphina. But she is fragile. You will stay, step down as my wife, and teach her how to run my pack." Kaelen’s fingers dug into my collarbone while his whimpering Omega hid behind his broad shoulders. I stared at the man I had bled for over five years, nodding slowly. Three weeks later, I stood in the Blood Moon territory, holding my pack’s deepest secrets. The notorious Lycan King, Silas, traced the fading mating mark on my neck with a blade. "I will break his bond, little wolf," Silas murmured, the cold steel pressing into my pulse. "But in return, you wear my collar."

"I, Amelia Anderson, reject Nickolas Adams II as my mate." I've had enough. I don't know why I didn't reject him the moment I arrived here. What the heck was I stalling for? Nickolas and I don't have a single chance in heaven of being together. It's better to feel immense pain now than keep enduring little bits every time we run into each other. The muscles in his back tighten, but he doesn't turn back and says, "Accepting your rejection would be doing you a favor, and that's the last thing I would ever do for you." He walks away after that. ***** Nickolas, the Lycan king, had lost hope of ever finding his mate, resigned to the belief that he was destined to spend the rest of his days on Earth without her. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when he embarks on a journey to the werewolf kingdom. In a twist of destiny, Nickolas discovers his mate—a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but the princess and daughter of his father's murderer, Amelia Anderson. Despite her royal status, Amelia's life is far from the fairy tale one might expect. A unique aspect of her identity brings difficulty, and being the sole individual among her peers without a mate intensifies her sense of isolation. The trajectory of her seemingly mundane life takes an unforeseen turn the day she encounters her mate. Suddenly, she is thrust into a reality she never imagined, and Amelia finds herself paying a steep price for a lifetime of sins she didn't commit.

A scarred Wolf. A hidden prince. A love that could burn a kingdom. When Scarlet, a fierce outcast marked by fire, crosses paths with Prince Chris, neither expects to find an ally, let alone love. But in a court ruled by lies and a city bound by fear, their romance sparks scandal and betrayal. As enemies circle and a cunning widow weaves a deadly web, Scarlet must fight not only for her Wolves but for her name, her love, and her crown. Betrayal festers within her pack, chains rattle in the streets, and blood soaks the square. Yet in fire and ash, Scarlet discovers her greatest strength: the howl of a queen who will not be broken. The Royal Romance is a sweeping tale of passion and power, where loyalty is tested, betrayal bleeds, and love proves stronger than chains. What happens at the end? Could it be a happy ending or could it be the end for Eldoria.