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When my sister and I found ourselves back in the moment before we were taken by the Rogues, the memories of our past lives flooded back. This time, we had a choice—to be rescued by our mates, Brantley and Kyaire, or to willingly give ourselves to the Rogues. Last time, they had saved us, only for the Rogues to capture Brantley’s young protégé, Madelyn. She had suffered terribly, and in their grief, Brantley and Kyaire turned their anger on us, branding us as omens of destruction and driving us to our deaths. Now, as we stood before the Rogues again, my sister and I exchanged a glance and made our decision. “We will go with you,” I declared, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at me. The Rogues’ leader, Mekhi Richards, laughed triumphantly, his eyes glinting with malice. “Good choice,” he sneered, turning to the werewolves who had come to rescue us. “Go back to your packs, unless you want to die here. These two are ours now.” I looked at our packmates—warriors, healers, and even some Deltas—all battered and bloodied, their auras flickering with exhaustion.

Beeping. Constant, rhythmic beeping penetrated the darkness that had enveloped me for what felt like an eternity. My eyelids weighed like stone as I struggled to lift them, the harsh fluorescent light stabbing at my consciousness. Where was I? What happened to me? My fingers twitched against crisp sheets. A hospital bed. The realization came slowly, like wading through fog. I tried to move, but my muscles refused to cooperate, atrophied and weak from disuse. "She's showing signs of consciousness," a female voice whispered somewhere to my right.

"You're losing a lot of blood," he said without turning around. "I can sense it through the bond. You won't last till a healer comes." "I said I don't need you," I snapped, clutching the coat tighter. The defiance in my words didn't match the weakness in my legs. He exhaled sharply, finally turning to face me. His blue eyes found mine, cold and steady. "You don't have a choice, Avaline." Something about the way he said my name made my pulse skip. He took a slow step forward, closing the space between us with just a few strides. I stepped back, shaking my head. "Stay away from me." His arm wrapped around me, pulling me towards him again. My breath hitched as my chest landed against his. My eyes shot up to meet his defiantly, my chest heaving as anger flared in me. "We'll tear each other apart until one of us breaks. And Avaline... I will never let you go." Orion whispered. "So stop fighting me and let me heal you." ------------------------------------------ Avaline should have died the night they betrayed her. But she didn't. Three years ago, her mate, Adam Rhineheart, left her to bleed in the dirt so he could claim her best friend, Olivia. Now, they rule the pack like royalty, while Avaline has learned to survive on her own. When fate drags her into the path of Orion Draemount, the ruthless Wolf Lord feared by every Alpha, Avaline makes a dangerous choice. He owns her debt, and she owes him her service. Her task is simple: teach his quiet, intelligent son and stay out of his way. But she has another plan. Use him. Use his name, his power and his wealth until she destroys the two people who once destroyed her. Only Orion is not what she expected. Beneath the cold command lies a man haunted by his own loss, one who watches her as if trying to unravel her soul. And when one night binds them with a mark she never asked for, Avaline finds herself trapped between two enemies, one who ruined her past, and one who could ruin her heart. The closer she gets to vengeance, the more she wonders. Will she destroy him, or will he destroy her?

She was misunderstood and unnoticed-the rebellious and bad daughter. She never cared what people thought of her, as long as she knew she wasn't stepping on anyone else's toes. They considered her a self-centered brat and a humiliation to the family, but she remained indifferent. That is, until she met Cedric Miguel Villacencio-the man who captured her heart for the first time, but unfortunately, the man is in love with her stepsister.. He showed her nothing but hate, yet she continued to love him, even hating herself for it. It reached a point where Cedric Miguel chose to believe Leanna's lies over her own words. No matter how hard she tried to hate him, she found herself falling even deeper. As things spiraled, her life fell apart. She was misjudged, misunderstood, and mistreated, leading her to run away from home. Her feet carried her to the beautiful place of Calor Del Cielo, where she met Inigo, who gave her the strength to live and dream again. She rose up, rediscovered herself, and learned to dream again. When she returned, she found a different Cedric Miguel, one who showed signs of interest in her. Will she give him a chance, or will she choose Inigo instead? Can she stand by her decision to love Inigo, or will she be betrayed by her own feelings and follow her heart's desire?

My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept. For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage. One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child. I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius. Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me. The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.

The crystal chandeliers of the Royal Alliance ballroom sparkled overhead like a thousand mocking stars as I balanced a tray of champagne flutes on my palm. Three years ago, I would have attended this gala as an honored guest—perhaps even as a nominee. Now, I was nothing more than an Omega server, invisible to most, despised by others. "Careful, server!" A Beta from the Northern Ridge Pack bumped my elbow deliberately, sending liquid sloshing over the rim. "Watch where you're standing, rogue." I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. The word 'rogue' still felt like a knife twisting in my chest. Once, I'd been Madeleine Jensen, strategic genius of the Blood Eclipse Pack. Now I was just... nothing. "Madeleine!" The voice sliced through the ambient chatter, sweet as poisoned honey.

Sera stood at the altar, ready to renew vows with Lucas Sterling, a public declaration of their solid marriage. But in that holy silence, Lucas answered his phone, his voice booming, "Naomi? I'm coming." He then turned, eyes cold, declaring, "It's over," abandoning her mid-ceremony. The crowd gasped. His family humiliated her, calling her "trash." He then cut off all her money, stranding her in a downpour. The cruelest blow: his sister revealed Lucas had gossiped about Sera's deepest trauma-a past kidnapping-mocking her belief he was her savior. This betrayal shattered Sera's loyalty, replacing pain with cold rage. How could he expose that secret? And why did powerful Julian Thorne appear, whispering, "I've known who you are for a long time," as if privy to her past? With her last attachment severed, Sera pulled out her encrypted phone. Her voice chilling, she commanded, "Target Sterling Supply Chain. Initiate Phase One: Disruption." Her counterattack had begun.

My husband tore my ultrasound report to shreds at a gala, publicly declaring me barren to protect his mistress. I was visibly pregnant, but he erased me, our child, and my truth with a single, cruel lie. So I faked my death and disappeared. Five years later, I returned, no longer a fragile wife but a hardened salvage expert with a fortune. I walked into a high-stakes auction where Emerson was the top bidder. I let my son, his spitting image, make the first move. Then, I stepped from the shadows and calmly raised my paddle. "Seven hundred fifty million."

I spent three years being the perfect wife to tech mogul Cash Ferguson, a forensic accountant playing the role of a low-risk asset to stabilize his public image. My world shattered when I saw a live CNBC broadcast from Sundance showing Cash tenderly hoisting a two-year-old boy onto his hip—a secret son born to a socialite mistress while he was supposedly at a business roadshow. When I confronted him with divorce papers, Cash didn't apologize; he laughed, calling me a "liability" and weaponizing my mother’s history of mental illness to claim I was genetically unfit to carry his heir. He didn't just reject the split; he locked the penthouse elevator and froze every one of my accounts, reclassifying me from a wife to a piece of disputed company property. "You came from nothing, Isidora," he sneered, tossing a credit card at me like a leash. "Stop being dramatic. I can afford a pet, but don't think you can survive a day in the real world without my name." The betrayal turned lethal when I discovered Cash had tracked down my mother’s stolen emerald brooch—my only connection to my past—and bought it as a gift for his mistress. He was using my trauma and my heritage to decorate the woman who had replaced me in his secret life. I realized then that Cash had made a fatal accounting error: he forgot that I was the one who built his shadow accounts and knew exactly where the fraud was buried. He wanted to treat our marriage like a hostile takeover, so I decided to give him a market correction he would never forget. I escaped down forty flights of stairs with nothing but a burner laptop and a plan to burn his empire to the ground. If he wanted to play dirty, I’d show him what happens when a forensic accountant initiates a liquidation protocol. I’m not just leaving; I’m going to make him crawl.

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️🔞 This book is strictly for a mature audience only. Reader's discretion is advised. On her eighteenth birthday, Sabrina's life is stolen from her. She was sold into marriage to Scott Wendell, a ruthless and powerful billionaire more than twice her age. A man she's never met. A man who claimed her as payment for a debt she never owed But the real problem wasn't the vows she took or the marriage document she signed. It's his son. The revelation that Ace Wendell, the one boy in school that she's always fantasized about, the boy she's secretly loved from afar, is now her stepson. Now living under the same roof, Sabrina finds herself torn between duty to her marriage and the dangerous pull toward the stepson who has wanted her just as desperately.

For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love. On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had. I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin. Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family. The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose. I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over.

While on vacation with my fiancé on a Caribbean island, our hotel was ambushed by mercenaries. Trying to protect me, my fiancé was knocked out by several hulking men. I was humiliated in front of thousands watching a live stream, fainting multiple times during the terrifying ordeal. After they'd had their fun, they took our phones and wallets, leaving me bruised and broken in the mud. Later, my fiancé quickly arranged for a helicopter to fly me home, where he had top-tier doctors treat my injuries. On the flight back, I overheard a conversation between him and his assistant. "I've already paid off those mercenaries to stay silent. No one's going to trace this back to you." "Don't you think it's ruthless to ruin Kelsey like this just to make Georgina a star? You've wrecked her future." "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her. She loves me so much; she'll understand why I had to do it." What I thought was a horrific accident was, in reality, a carefully orchestrated betrayal by the one I trusted most.

Damian and I were both reborn. In our past life, I was his cherished Luna, Annalise Harris, the one he doted on above all others. Even in death, we were buried together in the royal crypt. But this time, when the list of potential mates for the Come of Age Ceremony was announced, my sister’s name appeared instead of mine. It hit me then—this time, he had chosen to avoid me. Later, I followed my father’s arrangements and agreed to a mate bond. At the pack gathering, Moses Harris, a rising Gamma, wrapped his arm around me, his scent of cedar and pine enveloping me as we left together. Behind us, Damian Weaver, the Lycan Prince who was always cold and composed, clenched his fist, his knuckles whitening. --- In our past life, Damian had cherished me from the moment I joined his pack. He had taken me on a run through the forest, his laughter echoing across the open fields.

Seven days before my wedding, an anonymous email led me to a members-only site called "The Den." The video was raw and explicit. The man in the wolf mask, with his familiar jawline and confident movements, was my fiancé, Damon. But the true gut punch was recognizing the woman with him: my best friend and maid of honor, Katina. Their betrayal escalated into a nightmare-a staged car accident that cost me our unborn child. I soon discovered Damon never loved me; he'd proposed only for my family's connections to fund his startup. My entire world wasn't just a lie; it was a cold, calculated scheme that had left me broken and childless. They thought they had taken everything from me. They were wrong. They had just given me a reason to burn their world to the ground.

!! WARNING...Mature Contents !! ****Synopsis*** "You're mine Emery!" His deep husky voice fanned my ear as the hair in my body stood up in acknowledgment. Only he can make me feel this way, only him can claim me this way but he's a monster, a big bad monster. "I'm not letting go of you" **** Emery Callus, the popular girl in pack with no wolf and mate. Her main aim was seeking for a mate and not her wolf. Until her twin sister got her's making her lose hope in it all. But the unexpected happened, when she thought she wouldn't have one unknowingly to her that the moon goddess paired her with the big bad wolf that she hates and scared of, would she reject him after finally finding her mate after 21yrs or would she force herself to accept him. And a prophecy...a prophecy that was pronounced years ago....a prophecy that everyone seems to have long forgotten will resurface it's self again threatening Emery's life forcing the deep revelation. Are you as curious as I am?...then follow me as we go on this bumpy ride lovelies....

After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for. James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world. Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? " But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day. James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.

Alyssa wanted just one thing in life, to be loved by her family and her mate but after a near-death experience, she realized they don't care about her and they never will. Her family disowned her and banished her from the pack, her mate rejected her and mated with her sister who set her up and almost got her killed. "They hate me for no reason! They don't want me and now I am going to show them! I am going to make them regret ever being mean to me." Determined to make those who hate and want her dead pay, she goes on a journey of self-discovery with the help of Jace Carter, a powerful alpha who at first just wanted to use Alyssa to get revenge on the Dark Blood pack for what they did to his sister but found himself drawn to her. "Be my Luna and I will stand by you and make those who hurt you pay." His offer was too tempting for Alyssa to say no even though she knew better than to trust Jace especially because of the feud that started between their packs after one of her brothers hurt his sister. "The enemy of my enemies is my friend," Alyssa is determined and nothing can stop her. With the power that comes with being Luna of the Wildheart pack, her full potential is finally unleashed! Healer? Seer? Mind reader? She got powers that she didn't even know of and one by one, she discovers them. Now her family and pack want her. "Alyssa, you are a member of this pack, you have to come back to the Dark Blood pack." Too late...

Caroline Baker awakens to a nightmare—pregnant again in the life where her husband John and nurse Chloe poisoned her unborn child, driving her to suicide. Armed with memories of her past betrayal, she plays the perfect wife while secretly allying with Dr. Scott Forrest, the only person who revealed the truth in her first life.

Five years after our mate bond was severed, Murphy Harper, my former mate and Jace’s father, stopped contributing to the pack’s resources, claiming financial difficulties. As the former Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I felt a pang of sympathy, deciding to give him more time to sort things out before pressing the issue. But soon, rumors reached my ears—Murphy had purchased a new territory in the suburbs, taken Gabriela Holmes as his mate, and even had the audacity to warn me over the mind link not to interfere in his life. The nerve of this man to call me clingy! I laughed bitterly, my inner wolf growling in frustration. As I was about to end the mind link, a barrage of comments from the pack’s online forum caught my attention: "Get out fast! The Omega always ends up losing." "She’s raising the pup only for him to repay her by taking a new mate without informing her." "The former Luna is too proud, refusing to demand resources and becoming everyone’s doormat." I severed the mind link, frozen in place as I stared blankly at the endless stream of messages. Most of them mocked me, saying I was destined to be a lifelong provider for others, with some even hinting at what the future held. They speculated that I would tirelessly support Jace, working myself to death to leave him a large inheritance. But after he received the resources, he’d reveal his true self.

My sister, Eleanor, was the laughingstock of the Vance family. She was known as the pathetic, socially crippled heiress, bullied at school and discarded by our father for his new step-daughter. I thought she just couldn't handle the pressure, until I stood in the freezing morgue and watched the heavy industrial zipper seal her bruised face away forever. The car crash that killed her wasn't an accident. Our cousin paid the driver to secure the family trust fund. Our step-sister Sophia orchestrated her daily torment, and our father Arthur embezzled her inheritance to buy a fake Ivy League pedigree. They ruined Eleanor's reputation, painted her as a disfigured lunatic, and left her to die in absolute despair. Why did the people who shared our blood treat her worse than a stray dog? How could they smile for the cameras while her blood was still wet on their hands? They thought with Eleanor dead, they had finally won. But they didn't know I existed. I scrubbed the weakness from her name and took over her identity. I slipped into a black tactical suit, bypassed military-grade security, and walked straight into the office of Wall Street's apex predator, Ethan Thorne. I pressed a combat knife against his aorta and looked into his cold eyes. "I need a political marriage. And you need a wife." Starting today, Eleanor Vance is back, and the entire family is going to burn.

The soft glow of my laptop screen illuminated the kitchen table as I scrolled through anniversary gift options, a cup of chamomile tea growing cold beside me. Ten years of marriage deserved something special—something that would remind William of all we'd built together. The company, our home, the quiet contentment I'd always believed we shared. I clicked on William's browser history to find that jewelry store he'd mentioned liking, thinking perhaps I could surprise him with cufflinks from there. But as the page loaded, my fingers froze over the trackpad. His profile picture stared back at me from the corner of the screen—William in a navy blazer, standing against a backdrop of cherry blossoms, his smile relaxed and genuine. It was a beautiful photo, one I'd never seen before. My heart did a small flip of pleasure until I noticed the timestamp. Last Tuesday. The day he'd claimed to be working late on quarterly reports, coming home after midnight with exhaustion etched into every line of his face.

The summons always came after midnight, when the pack house was silent and the moon was high enough to cast shadows I could feel but never see. My world was a landscape of sounds and scents, a map drawn in the creak of floorboards and the heavy, metallic tang of fear. "Get up," the guard grunted, banging his fist on the thin wood of my door. "Alpha needs you." I didn't argue. I never did. Arguing with Alpha Caleb Payne was a death sentence, and I had a five-year-old daughter sleeping in the cot beside me. I reached out, my fingers brushing the soft, steady rise and fall of Stormi's chest. She smelled of milk and innocence, a stark contrast to the rot that was slowly consuming her father. "Coming," I whispered, grabbing my cane. I navigated the hallways by memory.

In a world ruled by packs and sacred bonds, Raelyn thought her life as Luna of the Silver Moon Pack would bring her love and belonging. Instead, it left her trapped in a hollow marriage to Alpha Kieran, her fated mate who betrayed her for another—the cunning and ruthless Selene, daughter of the North Wind Alpha. On the night of their fifth anniversary, Raelyn endures public humiliation, false accusations, and a devastating loss—her unborn child poisoned by Selene's schemes. Broken and discarded, she realizes her life has been a lie, her bond to Kieran nothing more than a shackle forged in grief. But when the Blood Moon rises, Raelyn sees a chance for freedom. With the ancient lore offering a way to sever the mate bond, she must summon her strength and risk everything to reclaim her life, her dignity, and a future for herself. This is a story of betrayal, resilience, and revenge—a tale of a woman rising from the ashes to confront her destiny under the blood-red sky.

In a world of wolf shifters, Clara Joyner's sacred bond with Alpha Julian Chase shatters when he vanishes, only to reappear with another she-wolf posing as her. Blinded by a tragic accident and trapped in a web of lies, Clara discovers Julian's betrayal runs deeper than she feared-he's not only chosen Lydia but orchestrated her suffering. After a harrowing escape and rebirth, Clara reclaims her identity and passion for dance, only to be hunted by a remorseful Julian who's lost his memory-and his mind. As she builds a new life with Nick, a dangerous game of secrets, revenge, and second chances unfolds, leaving Clara to decide: Can she outrun the past, or will love and loyalty condemn her to repeat it?