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I was cursed, bound to every alpha I became luna to, each one winning battles and gaining power. But with victory came death-every husband I had, slaughtered in the end. And I was left, only to become the luna of the next. I grew numb to the endless cycle, until my sixth husband. I thought he would be different. We had children together. I thought he would love me, cherish me, unlike the others. But he, too, was seduced-by the sister of my former luna. She tricked me, drugged me, and almost ended my life. In that moment, with my children in peril, I realized there was only one path left to me. The only way to protect them, to survive...

After a brutal assault cost me my fiancé, my childhood friend swooped in to save me. He married me, cherished me, and I fell in love with the perfect life he built. I thought I had finally found my happy ending. Then, pregnant with our child, I overheard him confessing to my half-sister. He had orchestrated the entire assault. He married me just to stay close to her. In the hospital, she staged an attack, claiming I tried to kill her and her unborn baby. My husband shoved me against the wall, roaring at me as he rushed to her side. "I'll kill you for this!" As I lay bleeding on the cold floor, losing my own child, not a single person looked back. I was just a necessary casualty in his game. But I had recorded her gloating confession. I faked my death and fled to my billionaire mother. He would find out the truth, and I would be the ghost that haunted him to his grave.

I gave my childhood sweetheart, Kade, ten years of my life and the code that built his empire. I thought we were a team. Then, on the night of our success, I overheard him call me his "unpaid intern" and "beta test." He publicly discarded me for a strategic marriage, shattering my world. I fled, rebuilt my life from scratch, and found real love with a kind man named Heath. But Kade came back, obsessed and unhinged. When I refused to take him back, he had his thugs beat Heath bloody in an alley. He cornered me, begging for another chance, his eyes wild with a twisted love. "It was always you, Addy! I made a mistake!" I walked straight into his corporate office, my heart cold as stone. I looked the monster I once loved in the eye and delivered my final promise. "You will stay away from me and the man I love," I said, my voice lethal. "Or I will expose every last one of your family's secrets and burn your entire empire to the ground."

{MATURE - mid slow burn with yearning MMC. Knotting, claiming, mate frenzy and rutting. Check the trigger warnings. The FMC is a plus-size woman who insecure about her body, but as the book progresses, she'll learn to love herself.} ✧ SNIPPET ✧ My body hummed with desire as I tilted my head, giving him more access. "Fuck, you smell so good, sweetheart." He nipped at my jaw, his voice rough and primal. "I want to pound you so hard, knot you, and breed you with our pups." I gasped, clutching his shirt. "What are you waiting for? " I whispered against his mouth. "Claim me. Mark me. And make me yours." His eyes flashed, and a growl rumbled through him. "Careful, sweetheart. Once I claim you, you'll be mine-body, heart, and soul." "Then take me." ~**~ Christmas was meant to be magical-yet for Rosie Martinez, it became the night her world ended. A cruel bet. A viral video. A betrayal that left her reputation in ruins. Desperate to breathe again, Rosie runs to a quiet mountain town where no one knows her name-where she hopes she can disappear. She didn't expect him. Jude Winters-hockey captain, future Alpha of the Winters Pack, and the stranger who saved her in the snow. The moment he touched her, he knew. Mate. His. Forever. Rosie has no idea what she is to him. No clue about the supernatural world hidden beneath this frozen town. She only feels the way her body awakens around him... and the way he watches her like she's the only woman he's ever wanted. But when her past crashes into their peaceful relationship-threatening the one person he cares about-Jude's control snaps. And Rosie learns the truth: Wolves are real. Mates are fated. And she's his. And Jude Winters will burn the world before he lets anyone take her away.

The anniversary candles were burning down, and the Wagyu beef had long gone cold. I waited for two hours, but Brigham never came home. Instead, a push notification shattered the silence. It was a live video from an exclusive club, showing my husband laughing with Giselle Leach—the woman he claimed was just a business acquaintance. In the footage, he pulled her into his chest to shield her from a champagne spray, his hand possessive on her hip. The humiliation stung, but the printed apology card he sent via his butler later that night was the final insult. He didn't even bother to sign it by hand. My life felt like a hollow performance, a series of lies meant to keep up appearances for a man who kept me as a placeholder while his heart belonged to someone else. I felt like an idiot, holding onto a marriage that had been dead for years. Why did I keep trying to fix something that was never mine to begin with? Then, the email arrived—a three-year research expedition in Antarctica. It required me to cut off all outside contact. I looked at the man who had treated me like a disposable accessory, then at the screen. I didn't hesitate. I typed my acceptance, ready to leave the life, the lies, and the man who never saw me behind forever.

I thought I was just a broke college girl with a traumatic past and too many cigarettes. I didn't know I was born to lead a pack. I didn't know I was being hunted. On the night of my twenty-fourth birthday, everything changed. One second I was at a club, pretending life didn't suck. The next, I was being dragged out by a stranger with ocean-blue eyes, thrown into a black SUV, and told I was a werewolf. Apparently, I'm not just any werewolf-I'm the heir to a powerful bloodline, the only survivor of a massacre, and the center of a prophecy that could bring down one of the darkest witches in history. Now I'm stuck in a mansion full of secrets, locked behind doors I didn't ask for, and shadowed by an Alpha who looks at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted-and everything he's not allowed to have. They say I belong here. They say I have power. But I didn't ask for a bond I don't understand, a fate I don't believe in, or a love that might just break me.

The silk sheets felt like sandpaper against my skin. I snapped awake, gasping for air as if I'd been drowning. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape. Where was I? The familiar scent of Egyptian cotton and French laundry detergent hit me like a physical blow. This wasn't the sterile, antiseptic smell of the institution. This was... home. But which home? Which time?

The Luna was dead, and the position of queen stood empty. I, Elsie Berry, had no desire to rise early, but I found myself drawn into the race for the throne. The Lycan King, Christian Berry, with whom I had been in a cold war for two years, sent a message through the pack's mind link: "Ten million dollars." I gritted my teeth and reluctantly transferred my life savings into the pack's account. But then, after taking the money, he raised the stakes: "Give me a child as well." I stood up, brushing the dust off my jeans. Early mornings it was, then. --- I was sixteen when I was forced to participate in the mate selection. It was the first mate selection since the Lycan King’s ascension, and no one could escape it. Especially since I was the only daughter in my family. My father, a respected businessman in the city, patted his chest and assured me: "Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of everything. Just go through the motions.

The scent of lavender and crushed mint always calmed me, but tonight, even the strongest concentration of my Moon Elixir couldn't settle the trembling in my hands. My hidden laboratory, tucked away in the basement of the Blood Moon Pack house, felt colder than usual. I stared at the empty vial in my hand. It was the last of my "supplements"—the bitter, dark liquid Alpha Hayes insisted I take daily to manage my "condition." "Barren," he called me. "Wolfless." A defect in the perfect lineage of the Blood Moon Pack. The only thing that kept me from being thrown out to the rogues was my nose. I could smell a shift in emotion before a wolf even growled. I could brew potions that brought feral warriors back from the brink of madness. But apparently, I couldn't carry a pup, and my inner wolf was too weak to ever surface. I needed more supplements.

Leonel Powell, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, was once the heir to a powerful family that had fallen from grace. For five years, I’d worked tirelessly—taking on every role the pack could offer, from cleaning the Alpha’s quarters to assisting the Healers—just to support him. I was an Omega, the lowest rank in the pack, and my resources were limited. But I did it all without complaint, believing in him, in us. The day Dr. Gardner, the pack’s Healer, diagnosed me with a rare and fatal illness, I sent Leonel a message. “Alpha, I’ve run into a problem. Could you lend me $7,000?” The moment I hit send, I regretted it. I hated asking for help, especially from him. But he replied almost instantly.

Aria Giovanni has never been a rule breaker, until her last year in college. She unknowingly spent a night with her new professor, professor Damon Carter. She thought he was just a professor. He knew she was the key to his revenge. Aria Giovanni has only one goal... graduate from Westbridge University and finally leave behind the struggles of student life. But that reckless night out changes everything when she was in the arms of a mysterious stranger... one she's sure she'll never see again. Until she walks into her literature class. Damon Carter isn't just a professor, he's a billionaire leading a double life. His mission is simple, get close to Aria, use her to lure out her father... Robert Giovanni... the man who destroyed his life five years ago. But as his carefully laid out plans unfold, Damon finds himself entangled in something far more dangerous than revenge... desire. Aria knows she shouldn't fall for her professor. He's older, off-limits, and far too dangerous for her heart. When the truth comes out, shattering her world, Aria is forced to face the ultimate betrayal. Now, with her future on the line, and her heart caught between love and revenge, she must decide... Will she walk away from him forever, or surrender to the man who's been obsessed with her from the start?

I was guiding the blade through a slab of A5 Wagyu for our seven-year anniversary when a burner phone vibrated against my knee. It was a photo of a manicured hand resting on the tuxedo I had bought for Dante three weeks ago. On the finger sat a massive diamond ring. The caption read: Mrs. Isabella Gallo. Finally legal. For seven years, I wasn't just his lover. I was the architect of his legitimacy, the woman who wrote the code that cleaned his dirty money. Yet, while I was here cooking his favorite steak, he had married a mob princess to secure her father's territory. When Dante walked in smelling of expensive scotch and another woman's perfume, he didn't apologize. "It's just politics," he said, loosening his tie. "You keep your allowance, your position. You just stay in the shadows a little longer." He looked at me like I was a piece of high-end furniture. When I told him I was leaving, his face darkened. "You can't resign from the Mafia, Seraphina," he sneered, blocking the door. "If you leave, I will burn everything you have." He truly believed he was the King on the chessboard. He forgot that I was the one who built the board. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I simply walked out, opened my encrypted laptop, and dialed the number of the one man Dante feared most. "I'm cashing out," I said. "And I'm bringing the entire Gallo empire with me."

I stood in the Royal Hall, clutching a glass of warm champagne while watching Senator Levine laugh. To the crowd, he was a pillar of the community; to me, he was the parasite who had already destroyed my life once. In my past life, this gala was the night the monarchy began to bleed. Levine successfully planted his cameras, the Vance empire funded a coup, and the kingdom I loved was sold off to the highest bidder. I lived through the consequences of my silence. I watched my sister, Seraphina, die in childbirth because the medical supplies were intercepted by traitors. I watched the man I loved, Duke Elliot, stripped of his titles and branded a criminal. I spent my final days in a damp, freezing cell, listening to the executioner sharpen his blade while the people cheered for our demise. The injustice burned in my throat like lye. I died wondering how I could have been so naive, how I could have let these monsters walk among us while I played the part of a perfect, quiet wife. Why did the gods let the wicked prosper while my family’s blood watered the palace gardens? What would I have given for just one chance to strike first? Then, the world shifted. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the gala, the scent of sandalwood and rain surrounding me as Elliot rested a possessive hand on my back. I wasn't just a Duchess anymore; I was a ghost from a future that would never happen, and I was ready to erase every name on my list.

My father' s life depended on a $50,000 payment my billionaire husband could easily afford. But every dollar I spent was controlled by his chief of staff, Keri-a woman who hated me and managed my life through a humiliating expense app. When my father was diagnosed with a rare leukemia, the doctors gave him one chance: an experimental treatment. The cost was exactly $50,000. Keri rejected the request, citing "non-essential family health." My husband, Axel, told me not to be "so dramatic." While I begged them to reconsider, my father died. Hours after the hospital called, Keri posted a photo of her and Axel at a gala, celebrating a business deal. Her caption read: "#PowerCouple." I left a comment. "Inspiring how you celebrate wins on the day my father died because you withheld the $50,000 he needed. Your efficiency is unparalleled. Perhaps you'll find it equally efficient to process these divorce papers."

Beeping. Constant, rhythmic beeping penetrated the darkness. My eyelids felt weighted with lead as I struggled to open them, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room assaulting my vision. For one blissful moment, I couldn't remember why I was here. Then reality crashed down like a tidal wave. "Mrs. Sterling?" A gentle voice called me back. "Sarah? Can you hear me?" I turned my head slightly, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my neck. A woman in a white coat stood beside my bed, her eyes kind but guarded.

The Moon Ceremony designs had taken me three weeks to perfect. Each symbol, each color choice was carefully selected to honor our pack's heritage while incorporating modern elements that would make Devon proud. I couldn't wait to show him. "I've finished the ceremonial arrangements early," I told Beta Marcus as we left the inter-pack planning meeting. "I should be able to surprise Devon before dinner." Marcus nodded, his expression unreadable. "You've outdone yourself this time, Luna Emersyn. The Silver Lake Pack will be impressed." I smiled, tucking my portfolio closer to my chest. Three years as Luna of the Moonstone Pack had taught me the importance of these ceremonies. They weren't just traditions—they were the glue that held our pack together. The familiar scent of pine and earth that always lingered around our pack house hit me as I approached our private quarters.

The forest outside Seattle held its breath as I knelt before Seraphina's altar, moonlight filtering through the ancient pines to illuminate my trembling hands. The silver pendant that had once belonged to my mother glinted in my palm—the last connection to my former life as a pack healer, before I'd sacrificed everything for a mate who never truly wanted me. "Are you certain you wish to proceed, little wolf?" Seraphina's voice carried on the night breeze, her silhouette tall and imposing against the backdrop of her woodland altar. The dark witch's eyes reflected the moonlight like a predator's, assessing my determination. "I have nothing left to lose," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Five years I've been bound to an Alpha who looks through me rather than at me. Five years I've been his racing partner, his pack's omega, his marked mate—yet never his Luna in anything but name." Seraphina circled me, her long fingers trailing across my shoulders. "The Moon Goddess blessed your mate bond, wolfless one. Such divine connections are not easily severed, even by my craft." I flinched at the term 'wolfless.' It was a truth that had defined my existence—an omega without her wolf, marked by an Alpha who had only completed the bond out of obligation when my scent revealed our fated connection. Christopher Hayes had never forgiven me for not being what he wanted: a powerful she-wolf worthy of the Shadowridge Alpha.

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.

"Pain throbbed, and the overwhelming scent of ""Alpha"" filled my nostrils as I woke up naked in a stranger's luxurious bed. My heart hammered with terror when I saw Dimitri Barrett, the Alpha heir, sleeping inches away. On my finger, a heavy, intricate moonstone ring pulsed-a mate bond. Suddenly, Dimitri's glacial eyes snapped open, blazing with murderous confusion. ""Who are you?"" he roared, having no memory of me or the matching ring on his own finger. He shoved me from the bed in pure revulsion. Dumped back in my Omega sector, my mother recoiled at his scent on me. She whispered that the ring was a death sentence if the Pack saw it. I was utterly lost, a terrified wolfless Omega bound to a monster who hated me. Why had he claimed me, then rejected me so violently? I had no memory of the night, no idea what this ring truly meant for my life. Before I could even process the nightmare, my mother was brutally murdered. I was found covered in her blood, immediately arrested by human police as the prime suspect. This wasn't just a personal nightmare; it was a deadly trap, and I was framed for a murder I didn't commit, caught in a conspiracy I didn't understand."

"Fuck...please..." He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan. His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties. "Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet." He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face. He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms. ********* The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke. I cried. I screamed. I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him. Cassian Cross. A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name. One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak. Until he showed up at my mom's wedding... As my new stepbrother. Now, Cassian won't stop. He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body. But there's one thing he didn't tell me- He already belongs to someone else. A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both. He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's promised to another. And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.

I tried to quit. My boss said no. When you work for billionaire restaurateur Bastian Hale, every day is an exercise in endurance. He screams at you in front of half the staff? Endure. He tears your work to bits and tells you to start again? Endure. He surprises you shirtless in the office late one night? Endure... then go home and die of embarrassment. I've endured six years of Bastian Hale. I can endure anything. ... Until my doctor tells me I'm going blind in ninety days. Suddenly, enduring isn't the goal anymore. Living is. Seeing everything I can before the lights go out forever. And that means one thing: quitting the job that's consumed my entire adult life. There's just one problem: Bastian doesn't accept my resignation. Instead, he shreds my letter to pieces... Offers me a million dollars to stay... And vows to make my last ninety days of sight worth remembering. The man is arrogant. Brutal. Cold as the walk-in freezer. But his hands are warm. And in the dark, he teaches me things my eyes never could. I wanted one last look at the light. I got a taste of the dark instead.

I felt weightless for a moment, suspended in disbelief as Marcus's hand left my back. Then gravity claimed me. The marble stairs of the Sterling mansion rushed up to meet me, each edge striking my body like the keys of a piano playing a violent sonata. One, two, three—I lost count as I tumbled down, my world spinning in a blur of crystal chandeliers and polished banisters. The final impact came with a sound I'll never forget: the sickening crack of my knee against the Italian marble of the foyer floor. Pain exploded through my leg, white-hot and all-consuming. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but lie there, gasping like a fish out of water as agony radiated from my shattered knee. 'You should have known better than to compete against Isabella for that contract.' Marcus's voice floated down from above, as cold and hard as the marble beneath me. I forced my eyes open to see him standing at the top of the staircase, his silhouette backlit by the grand chandelier, turning him into a dark shadow against the light. His perfect suit hadn't even wrinkled.

Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise. Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly. Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder. But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words. Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then." She turned to leave. "Hey!" Jordan bellowed. She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry? "You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?" Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?" "So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh. "No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again." Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?". Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to". Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe’s heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic. Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge. As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin’s crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles’s gentle affection and Jordan’s intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming. As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.

Alpha Frederick Herrera brought back his former mate from the rogue lands. The woman claimed she was dying, and her only wish was to mate with him. Alpha, who had once vowed never to take another mate, agreed to make her his Luna. Later, he even let her take my mother Chelsea’s cherished den and drown our beloved cat, Whiskers. Watching my mother remain silent, I begged Alpha with tears in my eyes: "Mother has her pack. If she leaves, we’ll never find her again." But he didn’t care. "Chloe, your mother has no pack. As long as you’re here, she won’t leave." Until one day, my mother squeezed my hand and whispered, "Chloe, will you come with me?" I knew her pack had come to take her away. ============================== Everyone at school was talking about how my father was taking a new mate. My father, Alpha Frederick Herrera of the Northern Pack, was not just any Alpha—he was the Lycan King Nash Phillips’s most trusted ally.