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The Alpha of the Munoz Pack, Damien Munoz, was suddenly accused by the werewolf media of having a secret mate bond and a pup. He quickly issued a public denial. "There is no mate bond, nor is there a pup," he declared, his alpha tone resonating with authority. "Everyone knows I have been unmated all these years." I watched his impassive face on the screen, the screen that now felt like a barrier between us, between the truth and the lie he so effortlessly spun. Then, I glanced at my daughter, Isabela, who sat quietly on the floor, her tiny shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Her confusion and pain mirrored my own. Years of hope, of silent battles and quiet endurance, vanished in an instant. When he returned to the packhouse, I didn’t rush out with Isabela to greet him as I once did. Nor did I feel the usual flutter of excitement, that sense of joy from a reunion after a brief absence. Instead, I reviewed a few messages I had received, each one a dagger to the bond we once shared.

I was pregnant, the creative force behind a culinary empire I was building with my husband, Donovan. My best friend, Jazmine, was our closest confidante, the one I' d held through detox. Then I found the hidden folder on his server. A revised partnership agreement transferred my entire life's work-my recipes, my concepts, all future profits-to Jazmine. My name was erased. But the betrayal was far more sinister. I found their emails and audio recordings. Jazmine was infertile, and I was their "incubator," a surrogate they planned to discard. They had a plan to declare me mentally unstable after the birth, take my baby, and even discussed arranging a "tragic accident" to get me out of the picture for good. My husband and my best friend didn't just want my career; they wanted my child and my life. So I gave them a death. I burned my old life to the ground and disappeared, faking my own funeral to save my baby.

Sarah's life fell apart the day her parents died in a mysterious car crash. Left with a crumbling family business and a scandal that almost crumbled her parents’ legacy, she was forced into a marriage with the cold billionaire Andrew Luthor—a union arranged by her uncle to salvage their family's reputation and the Luthors' multi-million dollar investment. To Andrew, the marriage was nothing but a calculated move—a merger to protect his empire. He saw Sarah as nothing more than collateral, believing her family betrayed him in a deal gone wrong that cost him his trust and nearly everything. He vowed to make her pay. What Sarah didn’t know was that Andrew’s hatred ran deeper than business—he blamed her for something she had no idea about. And behind his cold eyes was a burning need for revenge. But under the surface of their cold marriage, sparks begin to flicker. Sarah, struggling to find answers about her parents' deaths, starts to uncover secrets Andrew never intended her to know. And just when Andrew begins to see her truth and falls for the woman he married, Sarah disappears—heartbroken, pregnant, and unwilling to be used again. Years later, she returns, no longer the naive girl he married, but a fierce woman with secrets of her own—and a child Andrew never knew existed. Now, he wants her back. But Sarah isn’t the same. And forgiveness comes with a price. Can love survive betrayal, revenge, and years of regret? Or is it already too late?

Upon returning from visiting my family, I found our bedroom a complete mess—clothes strewn everywhere. My husband, Travis Johnston, stood shirtless, playfully nibbling on the earlobe of his sister-in-law, Vivian Tucker. Her hair was tousled, and her fair skin bore suggestive marks. With a coy glance, Vivian leaned into Travis, murmuring, "Travis, you're hurting me." Travis spotted me at the doorway, his expression hardening. "It's a family tradition, Gabriella. Don't make a big deal of it." My fingertips felt icy as I cradled my stomach, nausea washing over me. "This tradition involves nibbling your sister-in-law?" Vivian fluttered her lashes innocently, holding Travis' arm lightly. "Gabby, don't be petty. My name has 'Viv,' which sounds like 'vitality' for the family. Travis biting me is supposed to bring fortune." "The cosmic energy isn't good for you because of your pregnancy.

The crystal chandelier cast a warm glow over our weekly family dinner, its light dancing across the polished silverware and fine china. I sat at the long mahogany table, watching my mother arrange flowers with meticulous precision while my father reviewed documents on his tablet. Everything was as it always was—predictable, proper, suffocating. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed nine times. Hudson was late. Again. "Perhaps we should start without him," I suggested, straightening my napkin. "The salmon will get cold." My mother's lips thinned into that familiar disapproving line. "Hudson is busy with important matters, Roselyn. We wait." I swallowed my retort and took a sip of water instead.

The crisp morning air filled my lungs as I pushed myself faster through the dense forest surrounding Silvermoon territory. My wolf, Luna, was jubilant beneath my skin, reveling in the freedom of our dawn run. Today marked three years since Marcus and I had completed our mate bond, and despite the growing distance between us, I was determined to make this anniversary special. *He's been so cold lately. Maybe today will be different.* I cut the pack run short, slipping away while the others continued their patrol. Marcus had stayed behind at the pack house, claiming Alpha duties needed his attention. I wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed—a small gesture to rekindle what we once had. As I approached our pack house, I twisted the silver ring my mother had given me—a nervous habit I'd developed whenever anxiety crept in. The mansion loomed ahead, grand and imposing, just like its Alpha master. I shifted back to human form, quickly dressed in the clothes I'd hidden behind a boulder, and entered through the side door.

I am the Lycan Prince’s Gamma, tasked with protecting him and serving as his Luna’s personal attendant. Tonight, as the Prince and his Luna indulge in their private moments, I stand guard outside, my senses alert. The scent of their bond lingers in the air, a mix of vanilla and rosemary—his dominance, her sweetness. I can feel the faint hum of their connection, even through the thick wooden door. The Luna is fierce tonight, her aura sharp and commanding. I can sense her taking the lead, her presence overwhelming even the Prince’s natural dominance. I smile faintly to myself, relieved. The day the Prince becomes a father is the day I’ll finally be free to leave this pack. --- I joined the royal pack when I was just fourteen, a young wolf orphaned by a rogue attack. The Lycan King, Preston Williamson, took me in, giving me a place among his warriors.

Dad sold me off to pay a debt to the scariest guy in New York, no less. Damiano Rossi isn't just some mob boss. He's like a hurricane in fancy clothes, a handsome, mean beast who controls everything around him. Except for me. I'm only his wife on paper. I'm still a virgin, and he won't sleep with me, but he also won't let me go, until we did it, and since then, my heart has belonged to him. He's cruel in a sophisticated way. Every night, he brings other girls into our house. I can hear them laughing, whispering things, and making noises of enjoyment. It's a constant reminder that I'm just something he owns, not someone he cares about. He's slowly breaking me, teaching me to obey him by ignoring me, and keeping me locked up with expensive gifts. But even diamonds can be used as a weapon. I said I might give myself to someone else to feel free for once. He reacted by threatening to kill anyone who touched me. He may not want me, but he'll ruin anyone who does. Then Lucas, my first boyfriend, showed up again. He's kind, genuine, and not scared of the monster who owns me. He's willing to fight to set me free. And for the first time, Damiano's cold act slips, and you can see something scary underneath: jealousy, like burning fire, an obsession that won't let go. So here I am, stuck between a messed-up guy who won't love me and a nice guy who can't save me. I'm realizing that the real problem isn't the fight over my heart. It's the hidden enemy, the one no one suspects, that they are plotting and betraying that could screw us all over. I was sold, silenced, and broken. But a girl who has been broken can become a queen that's fearless. And this queen has decided to start her own game where the rules are top secret, the price is blood, and the only way to win is to burn everything to the ground. Get ready for a story packed with risky romance, killer secrets, and a love life that's so rough, it feels like war.

"I break everything I touch,bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?" "Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti." ••••••• Amy Baker's life had hit a dead end for years. Surviving from hand to mouth through multiple part-time jobs and coming back home to her gambling addict boyfriend. On what was supposed to be their five year anniversary he sold her to pay his debts to one the country's deadliest Mafia, a man who sent shivers in the underworld. Finding herself in the web of Antonio Moretti, Amy has two choices to remain a timid prey or evolve to a predator herself. To break or be broken.

The Oceanview Club's annual diving excursion should have been a celebration. Eight years of marriage. Eight years that dissolved like salt in seawater the moment I watched Drew fasten Alianna's diving vest with tender precision he'd never shown me. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" His voice carried across the deck, soft with concern that made my chest tighten. Not for me. Never for me. Alianna tilted her head, sunlight catching the delicate silver bracelet on her wrist—the one Drew gave her in college. "I'm just so anxious about the depth," she breathed, her lower lip trembling just enough to be noticed. "But I know you'll keep me safe." I adjusted my own gear in silence, fingers mechanical on the buckles. No one asked if I was comfortable.

My husband slid a velvet box across the anniversary dinner table and told me he'd spent weeks finding the perfect gift. I pressed the brass clasp. The platinum pendant rested on white silk like something sacred. "Turn it over," Julian said. "The craftsmanship on the back." I flipped it. Love Nyla. The copper taste of my own blood flooded my mouth before the scream could. I had bitten down so hard my jaw throbbed, but the dining room stayed perfectly still around me, chandelier light catching the diamonds, Julian refilling his wine glass, unaware his mistress had used him as a delivery man. I excused myself to the restroom and didn't go. The rooftop terrace cut at me with cold wind when I stepped out, clutching the necklace and the photo Nyla had just texted me — Julian's wedding band resting on her bare collarbone, her face angled at the camera like a trophy shot. "Sit down, Harper." Silas Vance materialized from the terrace shadows in a suit the color of ash. Julian's uncle. The man who had built every dollar Julian inherited. The man the city's financial press described in exactly one word: ruthless. He set two documents on the glass table. A divorce petition. A marriage application. "You want me to marry you," I said. "I want the neuro-receptor patent," he replied. "The one you built while Julian took the credit. Marriage is the cleanest legal route." His rough thumb found my wedding band and pressed down, hard, until the metal bit bone. "And what do I get?" I asked. "Revenge." He said the word the way other men say hello — flat, certain, offered without decoration. I reached for the gold pen. But there was something Silas hadn't told me yet. Something about the patent, about the blind spot built into the prenuptial agreement he had drafted, about exactly what kind of woman Julian had accidentally handed the keys to. The ink hit the page. And Julian's empire had less than forty-eight hours left.

The afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen windows as I helped Dorothy prepare for tonight's Harvest Banquet. Her hands moved with practiced precision, chopping herbs with a rhythm that had become as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. "Clara, dear, could you check the moonflower infusion?" Dorothy asked, her voice carrying a strange tension I couldn't quite place. I nodded, moving to the small glass vials lined up on the counter. The kitchen smelled of sage and lavender—Dorothy's signature scents that had become synonymous with healing throughout our pack. "Is everything alright?" I asked, noticing how she'd stopped mid-chop, her eyes fixed on something beyond the window. Dorothy's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Just nerves, I suppose. The Harvest Banquet is always important." She reached for a leather-bound journal hidden beneath a stack of towels, quickly tucking it into her apron pocket when the kitchen door swung open. Andrew strode in, his Alpha aura filling the space with a suffocating pressure.

“You’re a curse! You should have died instead of him!” Born with dark eyes in a pack that worships light, Koko Magnus is branded a curse the moment she takes her first breath. Abused by her own mother, neglected by the pack, and overshadowed by her golden twin sister, Koko endures years of pain, loneliness, and cruelty—clinging only to a childhood promise from a mysterious boy who once saved her life: "Someday, your true beauty will manifest before the one who truly deserves you." Now fifteen and hoping for salvation on her sixteenth birthday, Koko dreams of finally shifting into her wolf and finding her mate. But when the moment arrives, fate mocks her again—no shift, no voice, no hope. When her wolf finally emerges, it's not the majestic creature she dreamed of... but something that will make her the pack's ultimate laughingstock. Just when her world seems too cruel to survive, a stranger with a familiar scent appears from the forest—one that feels like home, like destiny. Can a cursed girl find love, power, and purpose in a world determined to break her? Or will the Moon Goddess reveal that even a weregoat has a prophecy worth fulfilling?

For seven years, I was his property. The lover and most trusted operative of Damian Benjamin, Veridian City' s ruthless kingpin. I took bullets for him, balanced his bloody books, and foolishly mistook his possessiveness for love. Then, he ordered me to seduce his rival, Earl Reid. It was all a cruel scheme to win the heart of another woman. I followed his orders, luring Earl into a hotel suite at a gala, only for Damian to burst in with the press. He publicly shamed me, leaving me naked and exposed as his true love called me trash. My seven-year devotion was shattered by the man I thought was my savior. But as the camera flashes blinded me, Earl Reid, the man I was sent to destroy, shielded my body from the world. He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and made an announcement that sealed my fate. "We're getting married."

"I was sold to a devil - a man who owned empires, destroyed lives, and believed love was weakness. That devil now owns me." When 19-year-old Malissa is betrayed by her own father and sold to settle a mafia debt, she's forced into the cruel, mysterious world of Hayden Castellano - a ruthless mafia king known for his cold heart and blood-stained hands. She's to serve as his slave. No rights. No freedom. No escape. But Hayden didn't expect her fire. Her resistance. Her refusal to break. As days turn into weeks, their war of wills turns into something else - something dangerous. Hayden becomes possessive. Obsessive. And just when Malissa starts to feel the pull of his tortured soul, she uncovers secrets that could cost her everything - including the truth about her own bloodline. Because in Hayden's world, love doesn't save you. It marks you for death. "He said he owned me. He never expected I'd own his heart."

I was the anomaly. The Glover heiress who never shifted. To my fated mate, Alpha Bryant, I was lower than an Omega—I was his servant. When his mistress, Kalia, pushed me into the freezing lake, I screamed for him. I felt the mate bond pull, begging him to save me. But Bryant looked right at my flailing body, turned his back, and swam to save the woman who had pushed me. He didn't stop there. To "teach me submission," he locked me in a silver-coated cell that burned my skin like acid, all because Kalia lied about a stomach ache. He watched her burn my dead mother's journals. He let her slap me until I bled. He told me I was a genetic dead end, a defect that needed to be erased. I lay in the dark, my bones broken and my heart shattered, wondering why the Moon Goddess hated me. But she didn't hate me. She was preparing me. Bryant thought he had broken me. He didn't know that the man who pulled me from the water wasn't a rogue, but the Lycan King. And he certainly didn't expect me to walk into his gala, hand in hand with the King, and unleash the power of the White Wolf to burn his entire dynasty to the ground.

I stared at the roast chicken growing cold on our dining table, the same way my heart had grown cold watching my husband's eyes light up at the sound of Whitney's ringtone. It was our anniversary dinner—a fact Phillip had apparently forgotten the moment her name flashed across his screen. "Whitney! Hey!" His voice transformed, infused with an eagerness he never showed for me anymore. The fork he'd been using to pick at my carefully prepared meal clattered against his plate. I took a slow sip of wine, trying to swallow down the familiar bitterness rising in my throat. Three years of marriage had taught me exactly what would happen next. "Blue fireworks? For your mountain gathering?" Phillip's eyebrows shot up, but his smile never faltered. "That's fire season, Whit.

On the day of the alliance ceremony, my supposed brother, Julian Jacobs, the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, arrived with a heavily armed force to stop the proceedings. He claimed he couldn’t bear to see me sent to the New Dawn Pack’s territory, a place he described as harsh and unforgiving, and was willing to risk everything to take me away. But the moment I stepped out of the ceremonial car, he pressed his claw against my throat, using me as leverage to force my father, Marcellus Reed, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, to step down. His laughter was wild and triumphant. "Avianna, you’ve been infatuated with me for years. Out of respect for your devotion, I’ll make your end quick when this is over!" The warriors behind him erupted into mocking laughter. They all believed I had been hopelessly in love with Julian for over a decade, willing to sacrifice everything for him. What they didn’t know was that this alliance was nothing more than a carefully laid trap. ...... When Julian took me back to his camp, the faint metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air.

"I should have refused." I shook my head, my eyes sweeping towards the silver eyed devil standing before me, with no ounce of guilt or remorse in his eyes. "I should have never married you." "That hurts my feeling." That was a cruel joke, because we both know that he doesn't even have feelings to begin with. "But there isn't any man who could love you like I do; not even Thorne." I paused when his long, cold index finger trailed my face stopping at my lips, and his eyes met mine again. They were dark... with lust. "Fuck you." I muttered with hate and anger dripping in my voice. "I believe even right now, all you want is me." He mused and he wasn't wrong, because he never said I couldn't leave. Yet, I found myself staying, and hoping he would change. "And all that completes me is you." I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine. *** Eden Montclair is your everyday surgeon who tries to get by every surgery without complications, she has created high hopes for herself that she would inherit her grandmother's hospital. She soon finds out that the hospital was dying and they might need to merger it with the biggest healthcare foundation in the country, only on the condition that her little sister, Evangeline marries the heir to the foundation. Eden's life soon falls into chaos when Evangeline ran away to avoid that fate, and now Eden is in the front line to marry the Heir of the Adler Foundation. Theron Adler. A cold-blooded and precise surgeon, who doesn't have many interests in life, and a diagnosed psychopath. That's not all, he is also the elder brother of her ex-boyfriend and they both had history together.

"Say it, Soraya... who owns you?" "You do, Zayne. You own every fucking piece of me." ⁠✷✷✷✷ Soraya Vale had it all beauty, fame, and a husband the world envied-until betrayal sent her crashing down a marble staircase to her death. But fate gave her a second chance. Reborn at twenty-one, she vowed to destroy the ones who destroyed her family and ruined her life. Her revenge was flawless... until Zayne King-her ex-husband's dangerously powerful uncle-set her body on fire and her plans ablaze. Now, between vengeance and desire, she must choose: burn the world... or let it burn her.

On the day she was meant to marry, Madison uncovered her boyfriend's betrayal-five years of love reduced to a mere placeholder for another woman. She walked away without hesitation, determined to start over. But with a looming condition to marry before twenty-five or lose her inheritance completely, she had no choice but to accept a blind date. Fate played a cruel joke when she approached the wrong man, ending up married to her ex's greatest rival, the most formidable figure in town. Madison thought it was just a convenient arrangement. He thought otherwise-because from the start, he never planned to let her go.

The gravel crunched beneath my tires as I guided my car down the familiar, overgrown lane toward Grandma's farmhouse. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the branches of the massive oak that had stood sentinel over the property for generations. I parked beside it, just as I always had during those childhood summers when this place had been my only real home. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. I wasn't ready for this—to face the emptiness, to acknowledge that she was truly gone. The modest white farmhouse with its wraparound porch looked exactly as it always had, deceptively unchanged. Only I knew what secrets it held beneath its weathered clapboards: the hidden communications hub of Safe Harbor, the classified intelligence operation I managed remotely for Homeland Security. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. This was supposed to be a solemn day of preparation—arranging Grandma's memorial service, honoring her with the dignity she deserved. That was the only promise that mattered now.

My boyfriend seemed to hold a grudge, wanting to teach me a lesson. Even as I lay there sick, he waited for me to admit I was wrong. That night, my fever shot up to 104 degrees, leaving me utterly miserable. Yet, I overheard him on the phone with a friend. "I did it on purpose. I wanted to teach her a lesson." "She's an adult and still can't look after herself." "There are millions of people in this city caught in the rain; did they all call their boyfriends for help?" I bit my lip as tears streamed down my face, questioning whether he was right. I resolved not to bother him anymore. But there he was, trailing behind me, his demeanor softening. "Could you... just be sweet to me once more?" On my way to work, the skies opened up, and I got caught in a downpour.

I needed to check tomorrow's court schedule, and my phone was dead. Nothing unusual about borrowing my husband's phone on a Tuesday night after ten years of marriage. "Stet, can I use your phone? Mine's charging," I called out from our home office, already reaching for his device on the desk. "Sure, go ahead," Stetson's voice floated in from the living room, casual and unconcerned. That should have been my first clue. My husband, the man who once password-protected his fantasy football accounts, had left his phone unlocked. As I opened his calendar app, a notification slid down from the top of the screen. Cleo: *Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Wearing that thing you like...* My finger hovered over the message.