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For three years, I was trapped in a paper marriage to a billionaire I had never met, until my father forced me to finally visit his hotel suite. But when I walked in, I found my husband, Bryton Lott, heavily drugged by my own father. Stripped of all reason, Bryton violently pinned me down and took my innocence, making me a pawn in my father's sick scheme to force a pregnancy and save his bankrupt company. After escaping his feral grip, I overheard Bryton call my father. He called me a useless, invisible wife, vowing to hand me divorce papers the second he saw my face. The nightmare didn't end there. When I brought a priceless antique jade bracelet to my mother's birthday, she slapped me across the face in front of the entire elite crowd. My stepsister publicly accused me of selling my body. Hiding in the shadows, I even heard my mother admit she wished I was dead, only keeping me around to exploit my marriage. I had played the obedient, impoverished daughter for years, enduring their endless abuse just to protect my grandmother's legacy. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like a sacrificial lamb to be sold and destroyed? The last thread holding my heart together completely snapped. I left the multi-million dollar bracelet on the cold stone sill and walked out into the freezing night. Snapping my everyday SIM card in half, I pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and activated my true identity as the underground world's top operative, "King." "Run a full hostile intelligence sweep on Apocalypse Corp."

BLURB: Elsa Norman thought that she could finally be closer to the one man she ever loved by agreeing to a contract marriage, but she was fully disappointed. She finds out that she was pregnant which was against the contract and that her husband Alvin Baron was having an affair her sister. Heartbroken, she decided she would move in without her family and find a peaceful life with Gabriel McMillan. But after some years, he husband regrets and wants her back. Not only her, but his kids too. Will she be able to forgive him

The pestle felt heavy in my cramped, aching fingers. I brought it down hard against the dried yarrow root, grinding it into a fine powder. The Moonveil Pack’s Omega healing ward was little more than a dilapidated shack at the edge of the territory. It smelled constantly of cheap bleach, damp wood, and the bitter tang of medicinal herbs. But the smell I couldn't ignore today was the scent of my own fear. I stopped grinding and stared at the crumpled piece of paper resting on the edge of my scratched wooden counter. *Final Notice: Medical Termination and Eviction.* The words blurred as my eyes stung. My mother, Amy, was lying in the back room, her breathing shallow and rattling. The pack charged exorbitant fees for Omegas to receive even basic care, and I was out of time. If I didn't pay her medical debts by tomorrow morning, they would cut off her treatments and throw us out of the ward.

Keith went to Brownstead Brewery to disappear, just another lonely face in the Saturday-night blur. Love had left him hollow, and he wanted nothing more than to feel nothing at all. But fate had other plans. One unexpected smile. One simple "Hi." And suddenly, disappearing wasn't so easy anymore.

"Are you mad!!!!!" The words cut through the night like a blade. Naira did not turn. She stood at the edge of the river with her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders, staring at the black water as if it might swallow her thoughts. Behind her, her sister stepped closer. "Do you know what you have done?" Naira swallowed. "I know what I survived." "That is not an answer." The wind dragged dead leaves across the ground. Somewhere beyond the trees, wolves howled, their voices distant but watchful. "You lay with the Alpha," her sister said again, slower this time. "After his brother rejected you." Naira's fingers curled into fists. "He did more than reject me," she said quietly. "He promised me a bond. He promised me a name. Then he gave it to another woman and told me to forget him." Her sister scoffed. "And so you chose the throne instead?" "I chose not to die poor and forgotten," Naira snapped. Silence fell between them. The Alpha's house rose on the hill like a scar in the dark. Stone walls. Iron gates. The center of all decisions. "You will be called a mistress," her sister said. "They will spit your name like poison." "They already do," Naira replied. "Even before this." Her sister stepped closer. "What about the Luna?" Naira looked away. "She watches everything." "And she will destroy you." Naira pressed a hand to her stomach. "She cannot touch what she does not know," she said. Her sister froze. "What do you mean?" The words came out like a confession and a curse. "I am with child." The night seemed to hold its breath. "...Whose?" her sister asked slowly. Naira lifted her chin. "The Alpha's." A sharp breath escaped her sister's lips. "You have sentenced yourself." "I have saved myself," Naira whispered. "You think this will protect you?" "It already has." Her sister shook her head. "You should have left the pack. You should have run." "And go where?" Naira demanded. "To starve among rogues? To be hunted like meat?" "You would have lived." "Living is not the same as surviving." Her sister looked at her with something close to fear. "What will you tell them?" Naira hesitated. "I will say the child belongs to his brother." Her sister stared. "You will lie?" "I will breathe," Naira said. "I will walk in daylight. I will not beg again." The river whispered beside them. "You will destroy him," her sister said. "The brother." "He destroyed me first." "Two wrongs do not make safety." "They make silence." Footsteps broke the night. Both women turned. The Alpha stepped from the trees, his presence bending the space around him. His cloak moved like shadow. His eyes were cold, unreadable. "You should not meet here," he said. "I belong nowhere else," Naira answered. His gaze dropped to her stomach. "You told her." "Yes." He studied her sister. "She will keep quiet." Her sister swallowed but said nothing. "No one must know," the Alpha continued. "Not the Luna. Not the council." "And when the child is born?" Naira asked. His jaw tightened. "The child will not carry my name." "She will carry your blood." "That is worse." Naira stepped closer. "Then why did you touch me?" "Because you were already broken." The words struck deep. "And because power does not refuse what comes to it." The Alpha turned away. "You will live in the lower quarters." "I will." "You will be invisible." "I already am." "And the child-" "She will be safe," Naira said. "Or I will burn this pack myself." The Alpha's eyes darkened. "Do not threaten what you cannot control." "I already control the truth," Naira replied. He said nothing. The wind rose. "Go," he said finally. "Before someone sees you." Naira bowed her head. As she walked away, her sister followed. "You are walking into fire," her sister whispered. "I have lived in ashes," Naira replied. And somewhere inside her, something small and unaware shifted - a life born from rejection, power, and lies. A life that would pay for a secret made beside a river. UNLISHSING THE CURSE ON AN UNBORN CHILD. Do you love high school romance? You can check my story CLAIMED BY THE QUARTERBACK ALPHA

I woke up in a luxurious private medical room, only to be hit with a crushing realization. I had transmigrated into a novel as the fake heiress of the McConnell family, destined to be the ultimate villain. In the original plot, I viciously bullied the real daughter who grew up in a trailer park, and tortured my adopted brother by using him as a living blood bank. When the truth came out, my fiancé abandoned me, my family threw me away, and the brother I tormented eventually left me to bleed to death in a dark alley. Right now, the timeline had just reached the deadly turning point. The real heiress had been brought home, wearing faded rags and mercilessly mocked by our relatives. My vicious cousin had secretly handed me corrosive acid disguised as expensive skincare, hoping I would melt my own face off. Worse, an anonymously leaked audio of me admitting my fake identity had just gone viral, causing a massive corporate scandal. My elite fiancé immediately marched into the penthouse with his lawyers, throwing the cancellation documents on the glass table. "The Vance family does not merge assets with a fraud. We don't marry fake bloodlines." Everyone waited for me to break down, beg, and viciously attack the real daughter like a hysterical thief clinging to a stolen life. They thought I would willingly walk right back into my predetermined, gruesome death. Instead, I calmly pulled off the five-carat diamond ring, dropped it on the table, and turned to expose the cousin's trap to protect the real heiress. This time, I am rewriting the script.

On the night of her seventh wedding anniversary, Annabelle waited by a cold dinner, only for her husband Julian to kick the doors open, carrying his bleeding sister-in-law, Jocelyne. Jocelyne had committed a horrific drunk driving hit-and-run, and Julian demanded Annabelle sign a plea deal and go to prison to protect the family's stock prices. What truly broke Annabelle wasn't Julian's ruthless betrayal, but her own twin sons. Her own flesh and blood stood fiercely in front of Jocelyne to protect her. "Nobody even likes you anyway, Mother. If you go to jail, everything stays normal." Julian stripped her of every cent, locked her in a remote estate, and chased her to the edge of a cliff with his bodyguards when she refused to be their scapegoat. Looking at the man she had loved for seven years and the children she had devoted her life to, her heart turned to ice. Why was her endless sacrifice rewarded with being a disposable shield for a manipulative liar? Standing on the jagged cliffs, she played the dashcam audio proving Jocelyne's guilt to a suddenly horrified Julian. "You don't deserve the truth." Then, she stepped backward off the cliff into the raging black ocean. Two years later, she returned to the city as an untouchable, powerful elite, walking right past a broken, miserable Julian without a second glance.

Allison was framed, and they said she tried to kill her half-sister, so they sent her to an asylum. For three years she suffered all kinds of torture, and no one even bothered to check on her. Her own family called her mentally ill, but the truth was her mother betrayed her just to push her illegitimate daughter into the Rogers family and steal Allison’s identity. She had nothing left except an injured body. But a sudden encounter with the notorious mad dog of the Lopez family became her one advantage. She saved the crippled Jareth Taylor during an underground fight. Allison slowly walked toward the confused Jareth, who was sitting on the couch with his cane in his right hand. “Elite society calls you a mad dog, but Master Jareth is far more than that. You’re the craziest dog I’ve ever met. Still, I’m willing to become your bait in exchange for power.” Jareth chuckled, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “I take both body and soul as collateral. Would you be willing to crawl into my bed and warm my lonely nights?”

I heard the front door slam, and my heart sank. Chase was home early from his business trip. I quickly wiped my hands on a dish towel and glanced at my reflection in the kitchen window. The woman staring back at me looked tired, her hair hastily pulled into a messy bun, wearing an oversized t-shirt that hid the curves I'd grown to hate. I took a deep breath, preparing for what would inevitably come. "Mommy, Daddy's home!" My four-year-old son, Ethan, came running into the kitchen, his eyes bright with excitement. "I know, sweetie. Why don't you finish your coloring while I say hello?" I forced a smile, ruffling his hair. Chase appeared in the doorway, his expensive suit still crisp despite the flight. He looked me up and down, his lips curling slightly.

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died. Nathan’s lawyer handed her the documents, including the marriage certificate. Things were moving much faster than she had imagined they would, and everything happening seemed too easy. Too good to be true - a voice in her mind cried out - Be careful! It’s a trap! If it was a trap, though, it was very cleverly hidden. Crystal contemplated the proposal for a moment before addressing Mike, his lawyer. “I only have two questions,” she said. “The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don’t need to pay my debt?” Mike: “Yes. And your second question...?” Crystal: “Okay, I haven’t reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won’t take effect. Is that right?” Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, “If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn’t. Do you believe that?” “I suppose so,” Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate. Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” “What does that have to do with our divorce?” Crystal asked. “I’m only asking because I care about you,” Nathan murmured. Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan’s face. “I’ll be happy if you say that you care about me,” Nathan continued. “Why must you torture me this way? Haven’t I done enough to prove my love for you?” She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat. Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, “I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!”

The Great Hall of the Silvermoon Pack hummed with anticipation as every wolf gathered for the full-pack council. I stood beside James at the front, my face a careful mask of serenity despite the knot twisting in my stomach. Five years as Luna had taught me to hide my feelings behind a pleasant smile and perfect posture—shoulders back, chin high, hands clasped demurely before me. The perfect Luna. The perfect façade. I could feel the weight of the pack's eyes on us. James stood tall and commanding, every inch the powerful Alpha, while I remained in his shadow as always. My wolf, Kaelia, stirred restlessly within me. *Something's wrong, Victoria. The air feels...

I was the Alpha’s chosen mate, but he was devoted only to his Luna. The Luna, Veda Rice, spent her days lost in love with Alpha Raiden Larson, paying no mind to the pack’s internal affairs. With the responsibility of managing the pack falling by the wayside, the task fell to me. I became the de facto Beta, overseeing the pack’s daily operations. Years later, when Raiden ascended as the Lycan King, the pack elders pushed for me to become the Queen. I rose from a chosen mate to the Luna, while the once-untouchable Veda was demoted to the position she once looked down upon—a chosen mate. I joined the pack at 14, just as Raiden and Veda’s bond was sealed. Their love story was the stuff of legends, celebrated by the entire pack. And I? I was the unwelcome shadow in their perfect tale.

The heavy steel gate buzzed, a mechanical hornet’s nest, before sliding open. I stepped out into the Seattle gray, the drizzle instantly plastering my cheap, state-issued blouse to my skin. Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of staring at cinder blocks, waiting for this moment. I scanned the parking lot. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird in a cage. In his first letters—before they stopped coming—Kai promised he’d be here. He said he’d have the engine running. The lot was empty. Just slick asphalt reflecting the weeping sky.

I woke to the soft California light filtering through our bedroom curtains, my hand automatically reaching across the sheets to find Ryan's warmth. The space beside me was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. For a moment, I lay still, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to ignore the hollow feeling in my chest. Today was my thirty-fifth birthday. No good morning kiss. No breakfast in bed. Not even a hastily scrawled note. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with notifications—messages from acquaintances I barely knew, people from Ryan's world offering perfunctory birthday wishes. None from him. "He's probably planning something special," I whispered to the empty room, hating the desperate edge in my voice.

I chose red because white was for brides, and I was done being patient. The dress was simple — fitted through the waist, skirt falling just below the knee, the kind of red that reads as a statement before you've said a word. I'd bought it three weeks ago in a small boutique two towns over from the human hospital where I'd spent the worst month of my life. The salesgirl had said it made me look powerful. I'd smiled and paid cash. I stood outside the Ironveil Pack's grand hall and listened to the noise inside. Music, laughter, the low hum of important people performing importance. Three allied Alpha delegations. Griffin had pulled out every stop for this one. A Naming Ceremony for the heir — Miranda's boy, the child born the same night I was bleeding out on a frozen road sixty miles north of here.

Kane Rivers has always lived a life of caution. Orphaned at a young age and raised in the quiet town of Silverwood, she believes she understands the world: people betray, pain follows, and love is a dangerous game. But everything changes the night she encounters a wolf unlike any she has ever seen. Adrian Wolfe is the Alpha of the Silverwood pack, feared by enemies and respected by his own. Dark, commanding, and impossible to resist, he has a secret: Kane is not just any human. She is the Luna his pack has been waiting for, the mate bound to him by fate, and the key to a prophecy that could save, or destroy, their world. Their connection ignites in tension and fire, a dangerous pull neither can resist. But enemies lurk in the shadows, a rogue pack thirsts for revenge, and secrets buried in Kane's past threaten to shatter the fragile bond between them. To survive, Kane must embrace the power within her, trust the Alpha she fears, and face the darkness that is coming for them both. In a world where the line between love and possession is razor thin, Kane will discover that some bonds are inevitable, some hearts are unyielding, and some wolves are forbidden.

My husband gave $250,000 of our life savings to his mistress for a fake surgery. I had sacrificed my own career to build his, and this was my reward. When I confronted him, he twisted our deepest shared trauma into a weapon. "You were so quick to get rid of our first baby, weren't you?" he sneered. His words hit me just hours after I had secretly terminated our second pregnancy-a choice his cruelty had forced upon me. I found him at the hospital comforting her, and he shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd, calling me heartless. He brought her back to our home, wrapping her in my favorite blanket on my sofa, while I was still reeling from the loss of our child. He thought our twenty years together meant I would always forgive him, that our love was a fortress. He was about to learn it was a house of cards, and I was holding the match.

"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry you, Jillian," Sir Zach told me. His face was dead serious, as if he had already made up his mind. ​"What do you mean, marry me? Hey! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! There is no reason for me to marry someone like you!" I snapped at him. ​It felt like he was trying to dictate every single thing I did, even though he wasn't even my boyfriend. ​"I have a reason to marry you, Jillian. Something happened between us, don't you remember? You were actually the one who kissed me that night you were completely wasted," he reminded me, a smirk playing on his lips. ​I swallowed hard at his words. Right. Something did happen between us. But it wasn't intentional. Someone had drugged my drink, which was why I acted that way the night he pulled me away from the "friends" I thought were genuine. ​"So, there's no reason to say 'no,' my future wife," he said with a wink. ​It looks like there's no way out for me. I'm actually going to be the wife of Sir Zach-my professor and the one person I'm always at odds with.

A fresh out college mess decided to have a few harmless drinks before going to see her father. Well, a very irresistible stranger wasn't so harmless so why not risk it. Little did she know that he was someone close to her father. Her father's best friend. *********** “Tell me what you want,” he demanded. “You,” I gasped. “Harder. Please.” He gave it to me. Relentless. Possessive. One hand pinned my wrists above my head; the other gripped my hip, angling me exactly how he wanted. “You’re mine tonight,” he said against my throat, teeth grazing skin. “Say it.” “I’m yours,” I breathed, lost in him.

My mother, Mary Willis, was bitten by a snake, and the snake's owner was none other than Jennifer Walker, my husband's beloved woman. When I called my husband, Timothy Rossi, he was on vacation with Jennifer. "Please come back, Timothy. Mary's condition is very serious." But he merely sighed and soothed me as if I were throwing a tantrum. "I'm in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer right now. She's been feeling down lately..." So Timothy ignored my humble plea and resolutely hung up the phone. At that moment, all my strength crumbled to dust. In despair, I could only cling to the hem of the man in front of me-Samuel Walker, Jennifer's father, a notoriously ruthless and brutal Mafia boss.

For three years, Harper Wren has been the Blackwood Pack's best-kept secret. Sterling's hidden mate. The woman who wears the Luna necklace behind closed doors but disappears when the pack gathers. The nobody who somehow captured the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast. When Harper finally visits Blackwood Holdings to sign paperwork for their first shared home, she makes one mistake: she wears her necklace in public. Ivy Castellan, Sterling's ambitious Beta, doesn't see a Luna. She sees a thief wearing a priceless heirloom that "disappeared" years ago. What follows isn't a simple misunderstanding. It's hours of interrogation. Wolfsbane burning through Harper's lungs. Silver chains searing her skin. And a pup—Sterling's heir—dying in a basement while its mother can't even shift to protect it. By the time Sterling traces the GPS in Harper's necklace to his own building's sublevel, his mate is unrecognizable. But something else has changed too. The wolf Harper lost in a childhood trauma? She's back. And she's not interested in forgiveness. In the Blackwood Pack, stealing from the Luna is punishable by death. But what's the punishment for torturing one?

I spent three years working as my fiancé Cam's shadow analyst, writing his reports and securing his corporate bonuses. But at a company banquet, I opened a lounge door and found him pinning my stepsister Kiley against a sofa. "I'll cancel the engagement," Cam murmured against her neck. "She's just a boring machine." Instead of crying, I dug into his accounts and found he had embezzled five million dollars to buy Kiley a luxury penthouse. When I presented the irrefutable photos and bank statements to my adoptive family, my mother slapped me across the face. She accused me of fabricating the evidence out of jealousy, fiercely protecting her biological daughter while throwing me out into the cold. Cam even tracked me down on the street, raising his fist to beat me just for making his mistress cry. Three years of my devotion were treated like absolute garbage, discarded for a fragile hypocrite. They all thought I was an orphaned nobody who would swallow the humiliation and walk away empty-handed. They didn't know that right after catching them, I had crashed into the chest of the most dangerous man in the room. Hayes Cooper, the King of Wall Street, and Cam's ruthless uncle. Sitting in the back of an Uber, I emailed Hayes a hidden file containing all of Cam's federal crimes. I didn't just want the penthouse back. I wanted my ex in prison, and his Director's chair for myself.

The marble floor was cold beneath my raw, bleeding knees. I scrubbed harder, trying to erase the mud stains from the entrance hall, though my hands trembled with exhaustion. Above me, the Shadowfang Pack's grand Luna Ceremony was in full swing—crystal chandeliers casting golden light over polished wooden floors, expensive wine flowing freely as Thaddeus's loyalists celebrated his official claiming of Virginia Simmons as his Luna. My back ached from the weight of silver chains wrapped around my torso—not enough to kill me, just enough to remind everyone that I was nothing more than an omega prisoner in what was once my home. "Look at her," a passing she-wolf whispered to her companion, her expensive gown rustling as she deliberately stepped around me. "The pathetic little wolfless freak." They thought I couldn't hear them. They thought wrong. Six months ago, I had been Scarlett Andrews, eldest daughter of the Moonstone Pack, with my own wolf—a magnificent silver-white creature with ethereal blue eyes. Now I was... nothing.

The rejection letter from the private security school arrived on a Tuesday. It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to my son, Danny, had been filled by another boy. My husband, a high-ranking Capo, had signed away our son’s protection to make room for his mistress’s bastard. He sneered at me, calling Danny "soft," and sent him to an unguarded cabin in the north to toughen up. Three days later, the Russians took him. When the courier arrived, there was no ransom demand. Just a package containing a shred of blue cotton with a green T-Rex, soaked in black, stiff blood. Tom didn't shed a tear. He poured a scotch, stepped over me as I wept on the floor, and blamed me for coddling the boy. Overwhelmed by the silence of a house that would never hear my son's laughter again, I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to escape the pain. But the darkness didn't last. I woke up gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sunlight hit my face. "Mommy?" Danny stood in the doorway, wearing his dinosaur pajamas, whole and alive. I looked at the calendar. It was May 15th. The day the letter arrived. The grief in my chest calcified into cold rage. I knew about the skimming. I knew about the fake widow status. I knew exactly how to bury my husband. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number no wife was ever supposed to call directly—the Enforcer. "I have evidence of treason," I said. "And I'm bringing the proof."