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When Lydia wakes bound in chains beneath the glow of a full moon, she has no memory of how she got there-only the haunting gaze of a silver-haired stranger named Baron, whose bite nearly claims her life. Her salvation comes in the form of Dex, the fierce and commanding Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack, a man whose touch sparks a connection she cannot explain. But when Dex calls her mate, Lydia's confusion deepens-because she can't remember him, their bond, or the love they once shared. As Lydia struggles to recover fragments of her lost past, she discovers that her blood carries something ancient-something both wolves and vampires are willing to kill for. With Linda, her estranged twin, and loyal packmates Clara, Calma, Jack, Desmond, and Maxwell by her side, Lydia is forced to confront the war between light and shadow, and the truth about the goddess power sleeping inside her. But Baron isn't finished. Bound to Lydia through dark magic and blood, he invades her dreams, whispering secrets Dex refuses to reveal. Lies unravel. Loyalties blur. And Lydia begins to wonder if the man she's destined to love might also be the one destined to destroy her. When the moon rises again, will Lydia choose the Alpha who saved her-or the darkness that calls her name?

Abandoned in the forest as a baby and raised by the Dark Light Pack, Elara grows up invisible. Overlooked. Maltreated. Treated like she was never meant to exist. Until the mate bond awakens. Bound to the Alpha, she expects a new beginning. Instead, she is rejected. Broken. Put through cruelty and torture that nearly destroys her. But instead of breaking... she snaps. In a moment that should have been impossible, Elara takes control of the mate bond and shatters it. And then she runs. What she doesn't know is that her breaking point was only the beginning. Because Elara is not just a wolf. She is something far older. A rebirth. A power that once walked the world three thousand years ago... and vanished after sealing away a force that threatened to destroy everything. Now, that power is rising again. As her abilities awaken and memories begin to surface, Elara is drawn to a truth she cannot escape and a man she cannot ignore. Beros. Powerful. Mysterious. And bound to her in a way she cannot understand. Their connection is deeper than fate. Older than time. A love that has waited centuries for her return... and refuses to let her go again. But just as she begins to step into her true strength, the past she tried to leave behind comes crawling back. The Alpha who rejected her now wants her. Desperate. Obsessed. Determined to have her back at all costs. Now caught between a love that once broke her, a love that has endured lifetimes, and a power that could change the fate of the world, Elara must rise into who she truly is. Because the same darkness she once destroyed is rising again. And this time... It knows she's back.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, NON-CONSENSUAL CAPTIVITY, PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, AND SCENES OF TORTURE. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. Amara never belonged neither to the world of humans nor the savage realm of wolves. Rejected by the man she loved and betrayed by her own blood, she runs to a distant pack, hoping to disappear. But fate is crueler than love. Abducted by Ragnar, a ruthless alpha obsessed with her awakening, Aurora is caged in his underground empire, stripped of freedom, and forced to dance for monsters. He needs her consent for a ritual that will bind her to him forever — body, soul, and power. To break her, he takes her sister. Now Amara must choose: surrender to save the only family she has left… or resist and risk losing everything including herself.

"Sorry." That was the last thing Jackson said to me as the flames consumed our pack house. He didn't die trying to save me. He died apologizing because he never loved me. His true mate was safe, while I burned with the weight of thirty years of a one-sided bond. I jolted awake, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. Sunlight, not smoke. Jasmine, not ash. It was the morning of my twenty-fifth birthday again. The Mate Selection Ceremony. Downstairs, three men waited for me. Jackson, the reluctant mate who would let me die. James, who saw me as a trophy. Noah, who saw me as a political asset. Three possible mates I was allowed to choose from. One way or another, one of them was supposed to bound with me. This was my fate as the Alpha’s daughter, this was the beginning of my tragic past life. My father, unaware what kind of fate awaited ahead of me, beamed, pushing me toward Jackson. "Choose him, Freya. He is a warrior, he will protect you." Protect me? Like in my past life? After betraying me, founding family with another for years, leaving me alone in the pack house, then died in front of me facing the invading rogues leaving me just a dry, useless apology? I walked onto the stage. The crowd cheered, expecting a blushing bride. Jackson looked at me with that familiar, hidden revulsion—a man walking to his execution. I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. "I’ve made my choice," I announced, the silence deafening. My father stepped forward. "Which one, darling? Jackson?" "None of them." I kicked off my heels and looked the High Elder dead in the eye. "I don't want a mate to rule for me. I’m joining the warrior training program." "I’m sorry, dad. I won’t become a good luna." I whispered into the microphone. " I’m becoming the Alpha."

Aria Donovan's world fell apart after being betrayed and losing her mom. Once she found out her family caused her mom's mysterious death, revenge became all she could think about. Aria teams up with Damien Calloway, a billionaire who has no idea he's the missing piece in her revenge plan. They get into a contract marriage, and Aria dives into a risky scene packed with power plays, backstabbing, and complicated partnerships. While Aria explores the hidden truths of her history, she finds herself at a crossroads: does she seek vengeance on those who harmed her, or risk letting that desire control her?

After the crash that killed my parents and stole my voice, my childhood friend Josiah swore he would be my voice. For years, I believed him, my silent world revolving around the boy who pulled me from the wreckage. I was even relearning to speak, just for him. Then I overheard the truth. To his friends, I was just the "town tragedy girl," a burden he was tired of carrying. The cruelty didn't stop. He let his new girlfriend publicly humiliate me, and when she faked an injury, he forced me to my knees to apologize in front of everyone. The final betrayal came during a storm. He abandoned me in the woods, deaf without my hearing aids, leaving me to face the same terror that shattered my life years ago. He chose her. He broke his promise. He broke me. So I left. I found my own voice, my own strength. Three years later, I returned for my first art exhibition, and when I saw his face in the crowd, I knew he was about to hear everything he'd forced me to keep silent.

It was our fifth anniversary, and I sat alone in a Michelin-starred restaurant, staring at a diamond ring that felt more like an anchor than a promise. I kept telling myself Caleb was just busy, rationalizing the sharp, spasmodic pain in my stomach as mere nerves rather than my body's final warning. But when I went to his penthouse to surprise him, I found the double doors ajar. Through the gap, I watched my fiancé devouring Beatrice Blackwood on the sofa-the woman who had the family backing and confidence I supposedly lacked. He wasn't working; he was celebrating our anniversary by replacing me. The fallout was a calculated humiliation. The tabloids branded me a "pathetic orphan," and my Uncle Richard didn't care about the betrayal. He slammed his hand on his desk, claiming I was having another "psychotic episode" and accusing me of paranoia. He threatened to pull the plug on my mother's life support unless I went to the Hamptons to beg Caleb for forgiveness. My family even tried to force me onto heavy antipsychotics to keep me quiet for the sake of a corporate merger. I was being sold to a man who hated me by the very people who were supposed to protect me. I didn't understand why they wanted me broken, or why a mysterious stranger in an elevator had suddenly paid my mother's astronomical medical bills in full. Everything changed at a dinner where my uncle tried to trade me to a predator for a real estate deal. I didn't cry; I shattered a wine bottle and held the jagged glass to the man's throat. That's when Julian Blackwood, the most feared man on Wall Street, walked in and seized the house, the debt, and me. "I take my contracts seriously, Vanessa," he whispered, pulling me into his armored car as my family was thrown onto the street. I had escaped my uncle's cage, but as I looked into Julian's storm-gray eyes, I realized I had just traded a common bully for a beautiful, deadly king.

I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home. A mafia daughter, I expected routine at Rossi's law firm. But Rossi, pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, signed three years ago, and his marriage certificate to Gia, our nanny. Truth slammed me: Gia poisoned me for years, causing infertility, making her bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Underboss, to kneel, drink hallucinogenic tea, and profess devotion. She smirked. This was calculated murder: my existence, my legacy. Rage burned, but clarity struck: disappear, or vanish into the Long Island Sound. From a hidden phone, I called Luca, the underworld's elite cleaner. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get me out of this hell. I'd rather die than be his taxidermy specimen."

For three years, I swallowed every humiliation to warm my billionaire husband's frozen heart. But at his birthday banquet, the obsidian cufflinks I spent three sleepless nights carving were crushed into worthless powder. Carly, the woman he truly loved, had intentionally tripped and slammed into my arm. When the velvet box fell, I dropped to my knees on pure instinct. My bare hands were deeply sliced by the jagged shards, warm blood dripping onto the pristine marble floor. But Dominic didn't even spare a single glance at his bleeding wife. He protectively cradled Carly, his voice thick with concern as he asked if she was hurt. He let the entire ballroom laugh at me, calling me a piece of trash that wasn't even fit to touch the hotel carpet. When I later confronted him about the secret estate where he hid her, he nearly broke my jaw. "A toxic bitch like you deserves to rot in a loveless marriage." I finally understood. My marriage was just a cruel prison designed to torture me for a debt I supposedly owed. I didn't shed a single tear. I went back to the penthouse, signed the divorce papers waiving all my assets, and walked barefoot into the freezing New York storm. To survive, I took a job as the personal executive assistant to his biggest enemy on Wall Street. But when I showed up at an industry dinner wearing a stunning designer suit next to another man, the cold tyrant who had thrown me away completely lost his mind.

Everyone knew Caroline loved Jacob, the frail man in a wheelchair, even giving up her chance at marrying into wealth for him. She devoted everything to his recovery, enduring hardship and humiliation to help him stand again. When he finally recovered, they were praised as perfect together-until danger came. Faced with saving her or her sister, Jacob chose the latter without hesitation. Only in her final moments did Caroline realize his heart was never hers. Reborn, she made a different choice, choosing power over love. When Jacob later begged, she looked down coldly. "I have no interest in men who can't stand on their own."

The morning light filtered through our bedroom curtains as I smoothed my hands over the gentle curve of my belly. Fifteen weeks. This time felt different—stronger, more real than the five pregnancies that had ended in heartbreak. I'd been cautious about hope, but today's appointment would finally give us answers, maybe even let us hear the heartbeat. "Don't forget about the appointment," I called to Colten as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. "Two o'clock at Dr. Martinez's office." He turned, and for a moment, I saw the man I'd fallen in love with eight years ago. His smile was warm, genuine, as he crossed the room to cup my face in his hands. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Our little miracle deserves both parents there." The kiss lingered, and I closed my eyes, savoring the intimacy we'd been rebuilding since learning about this pregnancy.

Elizabeth has everything to be happy, but that's just an appearance. From her birth she has been immersed in a popular environment until the day she finds herself having to pay off a debt she knows nothing about to a handsome man like him. He's violent, she feels bad about herself. He grew up side by side with murderers, and was subjected to relentless criticism from his mother. Now he's rich and powerful and she's totally broken. They have nothing in common, but fate will reunite these two shattered souls

For three years, Averie pushed herself through a secret marriage, waiting for the day she could finally wear a white dress and be seen as his wife. The night before she could finally walk down the aisle, he confessed without a hint of hesitation that he was marrying the woman who once rescued him instead. The "fake" divorce agreement she signed for him shattered into a real, icy breakup that finally freed her wounded heart. When he returned in remorse, begging for just one more chance, a ruthless business magnate pulled Averie close and muttered coldly, "You're too late. She's my woman now."

"They say marriage is a big gamble, and I bet on the wrong man." *** Victoria Solace was a once beloved Alpha daughter of the Palemane Claws Pack and an heiress to a renowned perfume empire. After her dad died, she married her long-time crush, Elijah Arison, making him a powerful Alpha instead of being it herself. She thought everything she had given was enough to keep a happy marriage, yet only to get a cruel betrayal. Being framed to harm his mistress' unborn pup, she was imprisoned in the dungeon. Elijah stomped on all her pride and still tried to suck the last of her worth out of her. In her darkest hell, she contacted a man who she once thought she'd never cross paths with again. Damien Verlice, Alpha of the Infernal Shadows Pack. Dealings with the devil always come with a price. But this time, Victoria swore to learn her lesson. She'd keep her heart and be the ultimate winner. *** My back bowed so high from the bed, and all my muscles were taut. I was too scared to move even a muscle as it would set off my orgasm. "Who's fcking you, V?" he banged me hard as he looked at me with his burning gaze. "You. Damien," my voice was hoarse and I knew he wouldn't let me high if I couldn't answer right. "Fck me, Damian. I'm yours." Cover by @Rainygraphic

The phone call came at seven-thirty on a Tuesday evening, just as I was reviewing the quarterly reports in my study. The caller ID showed Nicole's number, but the voice that greeted me was strangled, barely recognizable. "Marceline... he's... Edward is..." My daughter-in-law's words dissolved into sobs that cut through me like shattered glass. I set down my reading glasses with deliberate care, though my pulse had already quickened. In forty years of building the Austin empire, I'd learned that panic was a luxury I couldn't afford. "Nicole, breathe. Tell me what happened." "He's leaving." The words came out in a rush, punctuated by hiccupping gasps. "He said...

To save Rocky, I ventured into the Poisoned Forest, searching for rare herbs. My knowledge of healing was limited, so I relied on the old method—tasting the plants to identify their properties. The first leaf I chewed sent a searing heat through my abdomen. Damn it, it was the mate-bond enhancing plant! The lore said the antidote would be within three steps. I scanned the area and spotted a man lying unconscious in the undergrowth. His sharp features were striking, his black jacket contrasting against his pale skin. My instincts took over as I approached him, my body trembling with need. But I had to be respectful. Before acting, I leaned down and asked, "Sir, can you help me neutralize this?" He didn’t respond, his eyes closed, but his silence felt like consent.

I had spent the entire day preparing for this moment. Our seventh mating anniversary. Seven years since Matthew had claimed me as his Luna, since I'd given up my career as an art restorer to stand by his side as Alpha of the Black Moon Pack. Seven years of sacrifice that I had believed would eventually be recognized, even cherished. The grand dining hall looked perfect—candles flickering in every corner, casting a warm glow over the white tablecloth and the fine china I'd polished myself. I'd cooked Matthew's favorite meal, the same one I'd prepared on our first anniversary, when hope still bloomed in my chest like a perennial flower that refused to die. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the silverware. The scars on my palms—evidence of countless small cruelties endured in this very packhouse—caught the candlelight. I tucked them under the table, out of sight. Tonight would be different.

To placate Kathryn, the spirited Delta warrior of the Silver Fang Pack, who was throwing her hundredth dramatic fit, Alpha Eric Jimenez asked me to step down from my role as his mate. “She’s just young and a bit clueless. Could you do me a favor?” he pleaded, his alpha tone softening just enough to make it sound like a request rather than a command. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my fated mate.” I clutched the edge of the ceremonial robe, the fabric heavy with the weight of tradition and betrayal. After a moment of hesitation, I gave a silent nod. As I returned to the private chamber, I overheard him jesting with his Beta and Gamma. “Savanna’s just like a loyal Omega; she wouldn’t dare to oppose me,” Eric said, his voice dripping with smug confidence. “Are you really letting Kathryn take center stage at the mate bonding ceremony? I bet you could tell her to give up her place on the mate bond, and she’d go along with it,” his Beta teased. Eric laughed, the sound echoing through the hall.

BLURB He was the broken boy that everyone made fun of. She was the courageous girl who came to his rescue. Cassian Vale would never forget the brave young girl who told him that light could still be reflected from broken glass and stood between him and cruelty. She became the dream that carried him through a lifetime of pain, the miracle he promised himself he would one day find again. But fate is cruel with its reunions. Years later, Liora Ashford returns to his world not as the radiant beauty he remembers, but as a woman marked by scars and silence, her once celebrated face altered by a tragic accident. When she takes a job at Vale Dominion Holdings, she discovers the boy she once saved has become a cold, powerful CEO and he doesn't recognise her. Terrified of what he might see, Liora hides in the shadows. But when he mistakes her beautiful best friend for his childhood savior, the cruelest betrayal unfolds. The woman who stole her identity now stands by his side, bathing in the love that should have been hers. As lies deepen, enemies rise, and the world turns vicious, Liora must decide if she is brave enough to reveal the truth, while Cassian must confront whether he fell in love with a memory... or the woman fate tried to erase. In a world that values perfection, will love recognize the scarred truth or remain blinded by beautiful illusion? Genre: Billionaire contemporary romance,Drama Fiction. Key Tropes:Mistaken identity ,Ceo obsession, rejection , betrayal /twisted love, cold billionaire, love beyond appearance, stolen Identity, envy-driven Deceit, hostile corporate rivalry

For nineteen-year-old Lina Moore, a mandatory hospital health screening tied to a prestigious scholarship feels like her only escape from a life of control under her cold, demanding aunt and uncle. It's supposed to be routine. It changes everything. On the same day, a rushed nurse makes a devastating mistake-confusing Lina for Maris Moore, a registered surrogate and longtime friend of reclusive billionaire Adrian Hale. The real surrogate is mistakenly cleared and sent home. Lina, unaware of the mix-up, walks out of the hospital carrying a future that was never meant to be hers. Weeks later, Lina discovers she's pregnant. With no partner to claim, no explanation anyone will believe, and a family that sees her as a disgrace, Lina is cast out. Alone, frightened, and determined to survive, she disappears from the city-taking the truth with her. Three years later, Lina returns as a changed woman: composed, guarded, and fiercely protective of her three children-two boys and a girl. She's no longer running. She's building. Unknowingly, Lina secures a job at Hale International, a global empire owned by a billionaire known for his ice-cold demeanor and hatred for betrayal. Adrian Hale has spent years haunted by a surrogacy arrangement that failed-and by the children he was told never existed. As Lina steps deeper into his world, buried secrets begin to surface. A birth record that doesn't add up. Children who look too familiar. And a past mistake that threatens to destroy everything. The truth is coming. And when it does, nothing-and no one-will survive unchanged.

The restaurant had been perfect for our celebration dinner. Soft lighting, intimate atmosphere, the kind of place where I'd imagined telling Angelina about the baby growing inside me. Three months along, and Raylan had insisted we share the news with his childhood friend first, before even my own family. "I'm so excited for you both," Angelina had said, her smile not quite reaching her eyes as she picked at her salad. "A baby changes everything, doesn't it?" I'd been about to respond when the world exploded around us. The ceiling came down first—a thunderous crack that split the air like lightning. Then the walls buckled, and suddenly I was falling, the table crushing against my legs as debris rained down. The pain in my left leg was immediate and excruciating, a white-hot fire that made me scream. "Raylan!" I called out, tasting dust and blood. My voice was swallowed by the chaos of groaning metal and distant sirens.

She loved him when he had nothing to lose. He discarded her when he had everything to protect. Married young to a ruthless billionaire, Elara Hayes believed love could survive power. Instead, she learned that in his world, silence is punishment, reputation is everything, and wives are disposable. When betrayal shatters their marriage, Elara signs the divorce papers and disappears carrying a secret that will cost him everything. Years later, fate drags her back into his orbit through a business deal neither of them can escape. Now powerful, untouchable, and emotionally distant, she is no longer the woman who begged him to listen. He wants redemption but she wants revenge. But when the truth of her disappearance surfaces, the billionaire who once erased her must face the one thing money cannot fix: his own emotional ruin. Some men lose love. Others lose power. He is about to lose both

I stood in the grand hall of the Moonveil Pack house, my heart hammering against my ribs as whispers rippled through the crowd. The air felt thick, pressing against my skin like a physical weight. Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on me—on us—watching, waiting, hungry for drama. My hands smoothed over my sleeves, a nervous habit I'd developed as a child, one I couldn't shake even now. Finnley stood tall at the center of the hall, his Alpha aura radiating power that made the pack members nearest him instinctively lower their gazes. But I didn't look away. I couldn't. Not when he was about to speak words that would change everything. 'I've called you all here today,' Finnley's voice carried effortlessly across the hall, 'to address a matter that affects the future of our pack.' My throat tightened. I knew what was coming, had felt it building like a storm for weeks, but knowing didn't make it easier to bear.

When a bureaucratic error at city hall mistakenly files nurse Leah Carter and corporate lawyer Adrian Blake as legally married, neither wants to deal with the hassle of undoing it. But with Adrian's strict grandmother demanding he settle down-or lose his inheritance-and Leah facing a visa issue threatening her dream career, they strike a deal: stay married for six months. What starts as a legal convenience turns into emotional chaos as fake affection gives way to something dangerously real.