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For three years, Alessia had been my mate, yet she always kept her distance. Her excuse? She was scared, not ready. The night before my birthday, she promised a big surprise. I thought she was finally ready, so I booked the finest suite at the Moonlit Haven, a luxurious hotel known for its privacy and elegance. I decorated it to her taste, ensuring every detail was perfect. But as the evening wore on, she didn’t show. Instead, I stumbled upon a post from Ozzy Jones, a rogue werewolf and her childhood friend. "In this vast world, having two hearts warm each other is the greatest happiness," the caption read. The photo was intimate—Alessia and Ozzy on a lavish hotel bed, her skin marked with unmistakable love bites.

When she left the cold, controlling man she loved five years ago, Isabella left behind more than just a shattered marriage. Now that she has returned to the city as a prosperous businesswoman, she has a little son who is actually the CEO's heir. Alexander, the strong CEO she previously married, promises to discover her secrets when he learns of her return. However, what he discovers shocks him: a woman who is no longer weak and submissive, and a child who bears his blood. Isabella and Alexander are drawn back into a perilous game of love, power, and retaliation as adversaries circle and secrets come to light. Will pride ruin their second opportunity, or can they confront the truth?

The morning sun streamed through the bank's glass doors as I pushed them open, my heart lighter than it had been in months. Five years of sacrifice, of denying myself even the smallest luxuries, had finally led to this moment. The final payment for our pack house was within reach. I smoothed down my simple blouse—the same one I'd worn for three special occasions already—and approached the teller with a smile that felt genuine for the first time in years. "Good morning, Ms. Parker. How can I help you today?" The teller's voice was cheerful, matching my mood perfectly. "I'd like to check our joint account balance, please. Account number 7842-9631." I handed over my ID card, practically bouncing on my toes. "My mate and I have been saving for our future pack house, and today's the day we make the final payment." She typed something into her computer, her expression shifting almost imperceptibly.

The Winter Solstice Banquet was in full swing when I walked through the lakeside pavilion doors. Ice sculptures lined the entrance. White lights hung from every beam. The place was packed with allied pack representatives—Alphas, Betas, their mates. Everyone dressed sharp. Everyone smiling. I smoothed my hand over my belly. Five months along. The bump was obvious now under the soft blue dress I'd chosen. I'd thought, maybe tonight, Gideon would acknowledge it.

Imogen lived her life as a servant in her own home, scrubbing floors for foster parents who treated her existence like a bad debt. Her only escape was a hidden sketchbook filled with architectural designs, a secret world she kept tucked away in a utility closet. The nightmare peaked when her foster father tried to sell her to her abusive ex-boyfriend for five thousand dollars. When she refused, he drew blood with a slap and threw her into a midnight storm, threatening to burn her passport and birth certificate if she ever returned. Drenched and terrified, she accidentally dove into a luxury sedan instead of her Uber. She fled the mysterious, cold-eyed passenger in a panic, but she left her suitcase behind—taking her clothes, her ID, and her life's work with it. The next morning, she went to meet a "dentist" for a forced marriage arrangement, only to find the man from the car waiting for her. He claimed he was just a low-level IT guy, offering her a marriage contract to help her recover her documents and escape her family's reach. She didn't understand why a simple coder handled her violent ex with such brutal, practiced efficiency. She didn't know why he looked at her sketches like they were worth millions, but with forty dollars in her pocket and a bruised face, she agreed to be his "business partner" wife. The lie collapsed during a nursing shift at a VIP hospital wing. She walked into a room to find her "IT guy" standing there in a thousand-dollar suit, looking every bit the billionaire heir he’d sworn he wasn't. "Grandma," Gael said, pulling Imogen against him as he faced the matriarch of the Fuller empire. "This isn't just the nurse. This is Imogen, my fiancée." Trapped in his arms, Imogen realized she hadn't found a way out. She had just traded her foster family’s basement for a billionaire’s golden cage.

"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins." Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses. --- Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest. Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile. He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name. He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one. When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding. Love was never supposed to find him again. It sent the wrong sister anyway.

I stood in the corner of our Manhattan penthouse, my camera hanging from my neck like armor. Through its lens, the world became manageable—distant, framed, controlled. I raised it now, focusing on Ryan across the room, laughing with his investment banker friends, champagne flute in hand. The birthday boy in his element, golden and untouchable. Click. I captured him mid-laugh, head thrown back, revealing the strong line of his jaw. Even after seven years of living under the same roof, the sight of him still made my heart contract painfully. "Quite the photographer, aren't you, Grace?" I lowered my camera to find Eleanor, our housekeeper, beside me. Her eyes, kind and knowing, had witnessed too much in this house. "Just a hobby," I murmured, fingers automatically reaching for the folded medical report in my pocket.

The day Caleb Jensen's company went public, he announced his engagement to his assistant, Vera Wheeler. I, the wife who had quietly supported him for four years, watched him step onto the stage at the press conference. “Our company’s success today is largely due to Vera’s support,” he said. “Thank you all for your trust, and moving forward, Vera and I will be working on this project together.” I watched as the audience showered them with warm congratulations, and I felt my clenched fist gradually relax. Four years of emotions, and it was finally time to let go. When I returned home, I made a phone call. “I can’t believe you agreed so quickly. Once you join, I’ll provide the best conditions in the company,” Sullivan Ross said eagerly. “Mr. Ross, I’ll be there as soon as I finish things up here,” I replied.

Ten years of marriage. A son. A powerhouse law firm built on shared dreams. Lucille Pierce thought she had it all—until she caught her husband, Stetson, handing her confidential case files to his "rising star" intern mistress, Cleo. Betrayed by her partner and erased from her own firm, Lucille is forced out into the cold, her reputation in tatters and her son turned against her. But they underestimated one thing: Lucille Pierce never loses. Joining forces with a rival firm, she prepares a comeback that will shatter their glass house. As Cleo fumbles under the weight of stolen brilliance, Lucille strikes back in the courtroom where the truth finally surfaces.

After Clark, the Alpha of the pack, had publicly rejected me, ending our secret romance, I was ready to leave the pack behind. The sting of his dismissal still lingered, but I refused to let it break me. I straightened my shoulders and approached him in the packhouse, where he sat at his desk, his dominant aura filling the room. "I’d like to request three days off, Alpha," I said, my voice steady despite the knot in my stomach. Clark paused, his pen hovering over the paper. His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—regret, perhaps? But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "Is this leave for a pack transfer?" he asked, his tone sharp and probing. Feeling a pang of guilt, I shook my head. "No, Alpha.

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The ledgers blurred before my eyes as I squinted at the candlelight, the flickering flame casting dancing shadows across Jonathan's ornate office. My fingers traced the columns of numbers—pack finances that I'd managed meticulously while my mate enjoyed the glory of leadership. A slight headache pulsed behind my temples as I recorded the latest expenses from the border patrol missions Jonathan had been so insistent on increasing. *Something isn't adding up,* I thought, frowning at the discrepancies. *These supply runs to the Moonstone territory are becoming more frequent.* *Miranda,* Lyra, my wolf, suddenly stirred within me. *Something's wrong.* I paused, my pen hovering over the page. Lyra rarely interrupted my work unless it was important. *What is it?* *His scent... through the mind-link. It's...

TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including- Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. - - - - - - - - - - - - "You're mine now," he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. "I'm Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want- I get." * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she's left to pay- with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice- play the game, or fight the players who play dirty...

They say Alpha Kael Vorthrane is not a man. He is a curse. A beast born from betrayal. A ruler who destroyed entire packs to build his throne. And now... he owns mine. I am Liora Ashwyn. Daughter of the Dark Moon Alpha. The girl my own parents handed over like a peace offering when Alpha Kael came for revenge. I watched him slaughter my pack. I watched my parents choose me to save themselves. And I watched his soldiers drag me away to be his "gift." But when Alpha Kael finally looked at me... He didn't see a slave. He saw the daughter of the people who ruined his life. And he decided I would pay for their sins. Kael doesn't just want my body. He wants my fear. My pride. My spirit. He wants to break me slowly. Because his wolf is insatiable. Cruel. Hungry for revenge. And I am the perfect victim. But Alpha Kael doesn't know one thing... I am not as weak as I look. And the girl he plans to destroy might be the only one capable of destroying him. Or worse... Becoming the one thing his wolf never expected. His perfect mate.

In five years of marriage, Christian had asked Samantha for a divorce three times. The first request came after a car accident left his leg injured. He told her he didn’t want to be a burden. She refused to give up on him. Miles she walked to a temple, praying for his safety, and returned with a red protection cord—only to find that same cord already wrapped around the wrist of his childhood sweetheart, Abigail. The second time, photos of him and Abigail having sex in a car splashed across the front page of the entertainment section. He wanted Samantha to publicly announce they were already divorced, to salvage Abigail’s reputation. Samantha still wouldn’t agree to the divorce. But facing the cameras, she graciously declared her belief in her husband’s character and called Abigail a mutual friend. From then on, the label stuck: the desperate, pathetic doormat. It spread through their entire social circle. The third time was last night. A call from one of Christian’s buddies—he’d killed a man. It was the dead of winter, a blizzard raging outside. Samantha didn’t even change. She ran out into the swirling snow and reached the clubhouse still in her pajamas and slippers. The private room was ringed with people. In the center, a man lay on the floor, his face a mottled mess of bruises. “What happened? Why did you fight?” “Christian’s fault—he’s so impulsive. The guy just called Abigail a homewrecker, and Christian went for the kill. Can’t stand anyone saying a word against her…” “What’s done is done. A life for a life. Samantha, you love Christian so much—why don’t you turn yourself in for him?” Samantha froze. Slowly, she lifted her head, her gaze sweeping the room. “Where is Christian?” “He took Abigail to another room. Said a dead body was bad luck—would sully her eyes.” Silence. “Samantha, Christian has such a bright future. If you don’t help him, who will?” “Exactly! You’re always going on about how much you love him. Can you bear to watch his life get ruined?” Samantha’s hands, hanging at her sides, slowly clenched into fists. “Fine. I’ll go to prison for him.” Dead silence held the room for a few seconds. Then, thunderous laughter erupted. “Holy shit! You really are the legendary doormat! Willing to do anything for Christian…” “Christian called it! He didn’t get you wrong at all!” Under Samantha’s stunned gaze, a hidden door in the private room swung slowly open. There sat Christian in the small room behind it, Abigail nestled in his arms. He was feeding her grapes. Beside them, the “dead man” on the floor nimbly got up and retreated to the wall. Finally, Samantha understood. She’d been played. Christian snapped his fingers. One of his lackeys tossed a document onto the floor in front of her. “Samantha, if you’re willing to take a murder charge for him, signing a divorce agreement shouldn’t be a big deal, right?” She looked down at the papers, then raised her eyes to Christian. “Christian, do you really want a divorce this badly?” “Can’t the doormat see? Christian’s just sick of you clinging—” “I want to hear him say it!” Samantha cut the lackey off. Christian shrugged, his expression one of weary resignation. *See? I told you this woman is a pain.* “Samantha, if you’re going to force me to spell it out, don’t blame me for being blunt.” “Go on. Say it.” “I’ve asked for a divorce more than once over the years, and you always find a way to dodge it. Honestly, it’s gotten tiresome. I’m worn out.” “You know perfectly well I only married you because of my grandfather’s will. Now that I’ve secured the inheritance, this marriage has lost its purpose. Besides, I can’t stand women who cling and won’t let go.” “Abigail and I grew up together. Childhood sweethearts. But my grandfather misunderstood her, never liked her. All these years she’s stayed by my side with no real status… suffered in silence. She’s gentle. Pure-hearted. I can’t just stand by and watch her get hurt. I need to give her the name she deserves.” As he spoke, he kissed Abigail’s cheek. Samantha nodded slowly. “I understand, Christian. You really do want a divorce.” “Alright then. I’ll give you what you want.”

The silk of my ceremonial Luna dress felt heavier than usual as I stood before the gathered pack, the white fabric catching the moonlight streaming through the great hall's windows. Eight years. Eight years since Harrison had marked me as his Luna, and tonight was supposed to celebrate that bond, that sacred connection that had once felt like destiny. But the weight in my chest had nothing to do with the dress. Harrison stood beside me on the raised platform, his Alpha presence commanding as always, but his attention kept drifting. I followed his gaze and felt my stomach clench. Helen Ferguson sat in the front row, her auburn hair gleaming like fire, her emerald dress a stark contrast to my traditional white. She watched us with those calculating green eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. "Luna Mallory has served our pack faithfully for eight years," Harrison's voice boomed across the hall, but even I could hear the mechanical tone, the lack of warmth that had once colored his words when he spoke of me. "Tonight, we honor that dedication." The pack members nodded respectfully, but I caught the sideways glances, the whispered conversations that died when I looked their way.

A deeper revenge for Alpha Alexio, my husband, for cheating on me with his Beta– “Maybe he can help me out,” I whispered to myself. I snatched the phone from Bestian, his best friend and Alpha of the new pack I ran to seek refuge. “Having sex with Alpha Bestian and sending the video to you, what if I did this, will you believe I have no interest in you again?” There was a thick silence, suspense filling the air. “Yes, he will.” Bestian’s voice brushed through. “He will,” my wolf said exactly at the same time as his, suddenly this strong connection between wolves pulled up and it seemed both of us were getting together. My body jerked back, I almost fell off the seat. This is mysterious. “What’s going on, Bestian? Are you feeling this all of a sudden?” I asked him in wonder. Bestian leaned close and muttered in a low voice. “Because I want to be your mate. You are the sweet mate I've been waiting for many years.” He smiled, then winked at me. I blushed without realizing. Will this be possible, having a sweet relationship with his best friend for real? The way I saw it, it wasn't fake any longer to hurt but some emotions were settling in. Has the moon goddess decided to give me a second chance mate in Alpha Bestian? I was confused all over again.

The Falcons is the largest mafia empire in Italy, ferocious and a home of brutes Rosario and Romano Gambino - The Gambino twin have been the leader of the Falcons since they turned twenty They were twin Brothers who had nothing in common, Popularly known as "The Gambino Brothers" They fight on a daily basis, in fact almost every minute but they always make up as soon as they fight. Rosario is the gentle tiger while Romanio is the hotheaded lion They were totally different but loved each other still. This was the case until Mary was kidnapped and brought to the Empire. Everything took a new turn when the twins fell in love with her.

Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! "Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?" Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles. Fuck! His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent tremor shot through my whole body. A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian." I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came. Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch. I cursed myself in my mind. He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad. "This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me." Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh God. His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch. And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey. He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force. That rhythm. Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth. "Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?" He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts. "Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?" My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him. A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat. "Good. so good." My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason. I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart. He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came. He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts. He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention. His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey. Fuck! My hips jerked upward without control. My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole. "I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian." -- I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-

For years, I played the role of the fragile, fading wife in the Garrison dynasty, a "little doll" who looked like she’d break if the wind blew too hard. My husband, Augustus, treated me like a piece of inconvenient furniture, while his volatile nephew, Brandon, stalked me like a predator in the shadows. Everything shattered during a family brunch when Augustus’s mistress, Gilda, lounged in his shirt and announced she was pregnant with the Garrison heir. Instead of hiding his shame, my husband beamed with pride and slid a thick manila envelope across the table in front of his gloating parents. "We need to make room for the family, Avery," he said coldly, "and you’re barren." His mother laughed, calling me a "worthless asset" who provided no value to the lineage. They offered me fifty million dollars to disappear—a pathetic pittance for a man worth over four billion. I let a single, perfect tear fall, playing the part of the defeated, broken woman they all expected me to be. They didn't see the cold calculation behind my watery eyes or know that I had spent three years documenting every illegal insider trade and offshore account Augustus owned. I didn't just sign the papers; I walked into the final settlement meeting in a sharp black suit and shredded their offer in front of their faces. I demanded two billion dollars in cash and controlling voting shares, threatening to hand the SEC the evidence that would send Augustus to federal prison for life. As he lunged at me in a blind rage, realization dawning that he had underestimated me, I leaned in and whispered the final blow. I told him about the box of condoms in his nightstand and the silver needle I used to ensure Gilda got pregnant. "I gave you exactly what you wanted, Augustus," I smiled as I walked out with half his empire. "And in exchange, I got my freedom."

The gavel struck with finality, its sharp crack echoing through the courtroom. I sat frozen, unable to process what had just happened. The judge's words hung in the air like a physical weight pressing against my chest. "In light of the evidence presented, I find in favor of the defendant." Defendant. Kaylee Hansen. The woman who had joined my husband's firm just one week ago. My perfect record—shattered in a single afternoon. I watched as Kaylee rose from her seat, her expression a careful mask of professional composure. But I caught the flash of triumph in her eyes as she gathered her papers, the slight upward curl of her lips as she turned to whisper something to her client. "Aurelia," my assistant whispered, her hand hovering near my elbow.

Pregnant Emma discovers husband Marcus at her own OB-GYN posing as “Mr. Wilson” with his other pregnant fiancée Victoria; he denies knowing her and claims it’s all for a promotion. Emma investigates: at his office no one knows he’s married, his badge reads Wilson, and social media shows a single man dating Victoria. The evidence proves Marcus has built a parallel life—he’s using Emma’s money to fund a future with Victoria while erasing Emma and their unborn child from existence.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I can't make it to the ceremony tonight." Drew's voice carried through the phone with that same distant tone I'd been hearing more often lately. My hand instinctively moved to my swollen belly, where our pup kicked restlessly as if sensing my disappointment. "But Drew, this is the Thanksgiving Luna wellness ceremony. It's tradition for expectant mothers to attend with their mates." I tried to keep the hurt from my voice, but my wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind. Eight months pregnant, and I'd been looking forward to this sacred blessing for weeks. "Pack business came up suddenly. You understand how these things work, Liz. You're strong enough to handle it alone." There was something in his scent when he'd kissed me goodbye this morning—something unfamiliar that made my wolf's hackles rise. But I'd dismissed it as pregnancy hormones making me oversensitive.

I collapsed to the kitchen floor, a scream tearing from my throat as searing pain ripped across my chest and arms. The knife I'd been using to chop vegetables clattered against the stone tiles. Blood—my blood—seeped through the fabric of my dress, creating dark crimson patterns that spread like spilled wine. "Lady Elaine!" Martha, one of the kitchen servants, rushed to my side, her eyes wide with horror. "What happened? Did you cut yourself?" I couldn't answer. The agony was too intense, stealing my breath and clouding my vision. This wasn't the first time, but it was certainly among the worst. Somewhere on a battlefield miles away, my husband Logan Parker was bleeding from fresh wounds—and through our cursed bond, I felt every slash and stab as if they were inflicted upon my own flesh. "Get help!" Martha called to another servant.