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The crystal glasses clinked as I arranged them carefully on the silver tray. Each one had to be perfectly positioned, not a drop of champagne spilled. Head Omega Theresa's voice cracked like a whip behind me. "Faster, Omega! The guests will be arriving soon, and you're still dawdling with the drinks." I kept my eyes lowered, the way an Omega should. "Yes, ma'am." My shoulder throbbed where Kameron had grabbed me yesterday, demanding I polish Melissa's ceremonial crown until I could see my reflection in it. The bruise was probably purple by now, but I couldn't check. There wasn't time. "The Alpha wants everything perfect for his precious Melissa," Theresa continued, her thin lips curling in what might have been jealousy or contempt. "And you'll make sure it is, or you'll answer to me." I nodded silently, lifting the heavy tray.

“You’re trembling, Elín. Is it the cold, or the fact that you know I can crush this little kingdom of yours with a single phone call?” Zonrik Zartholm’s voice was a low vibration against her lips, his hand tangling in her hair as he pinned her against the rough stone wall of the sanctuary barn. The scent of rain and expensive sandalwood filled her lungs, a lethal intoxicant. “You don’t own the wind, Zonrik. And you don’t own me,” Elín gasped, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She tasted the salt of the storm on his skin, a heat so intense it threatened to incinerate the icy resolve she’d spent years building. “Don’t I?” He leaned in, his mouth brushing hers, an agonizingly slow tease. “Then why are you leaning into me? Why do your eyes go dark whenever I enter a room? You hate my skyscrapers, but you crave my touch. Admit it.” “I hate everything you stand for,” she whispered, right before his mouth crashed onto hers—a kiss of pure, unadulterated fire that tasted of desperate possession and a war neither of them was winning. The Blurb He’s a man who builds empires. She’s the woman who refuses to be conquered. Zonrik Zartholm is the "Architect of Ice," a billionaire developer whose latest project—the ultra-exclusive Zartholm Sky Residence—requires the demolition of the Haven Wildlife Sanctuary. To him, the land is just a line item on a balance sheet. To Elín Demánsdóttir, it is her soul, her heritage, and the only place her young son, Charles, is safe from the world. When a brutal storm forces the cold-blooded CEO to seek shelter in the very sanctuary he’s trying to destroy, the friction between them ignites a heat that threatens to burn both their worlds down. Zonrik is used to being obeyed, but Elín is the first woman who looks at his fortune and spits at his feet. As the legal war escalates, a dark secret begins to unravel. Charles isn't just a local boy caught in a land dispute—he is the living image of the man trying to bulldoze his home. Three years ago, a reckless night in Copenhagen left Elín with a secret and Zonrik with a ghost he could never find. Now, Zonrik is obsessed. He doesn't just want the land anymore; he wants the woman who defied him and the son he never knew existed. In a high-stakes game of corporate sabotage and forbidden desire, Zonrik must decide: will he finish his father’s legacy of destruction, or will he dismantle his own heart to protect the woman who gave him everything? The Billionaire’s Untamed Obsession A standalone, enemies-to-lovers, secret baby romance with explosive chemistry, high-stakes tension, and a possessive alpha hero who meets his match.

Elara Thorne had no wolf, no pack standing, and a father who'd rather pretend she didn't exist. She spent two years believing Darius Kane was different — the Alpha who showed up, who stayed, who made her feel like she finally made sense to someone. Then she saw the group chat. She's nothing. Easier than a doll. Her photos, passed around like a joke. Her apartment given to her cousin. Her name erased to "the house cleaner" while she stood in her own doorway. She left with two bags and a broken heart and a secret growing inside her that she hadn't yet learned to want — and lost that too, on a supply room floor, because of a girl who'd never once seen her as a person.

For five years, I worked three jobs to support my husband's dream. I poured my inheritance into his "debt" and believed we were building a life together. Today, I saw him on the news. My "struggling" husband, Jordan, is a billionaire heir, and our marriage was his five-year "Bootstrap Challenge." His real fiancée, Isabell, stood beside him. When I got home, our five-year-old son, Leo, looked at me with cold eyes. "You failed the test, Diana," he said flatly. "Daddy says you have a scarcity mindset." Then came the final call from Jordan. Leo wasn't mine. He was his and Isabell's child, and I was just a "socialization caregiver." My accounts were frozen. I was left with nothing. But they forgot about my father's last gift. An old laptop with an unchangeable blockchain ledger app, holding the immutable record of every hour I worked and every dollar I gave them. They called me an asset. Now, I'm coming to collect.

Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy. He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit. "Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega." I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf. Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son. Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir. He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case. He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal. On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile." Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders. And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.

I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez. On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight. But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next. Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup. He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet. Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated. For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe. Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow. "Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago." My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder. Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre. I thought the fire was the end. But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter. I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began. This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.

The cold concrete bit into my knees as I was shoved forward, my bound hands unable to break my fall. The warehouse air hung heavy with the smell of rust and abandonment. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting grotesque shadows across the vast emptiness surrounding us. "Mommy, I'm scared," Emma whimpered beside me, her small body trembling as one of the masked men roughly secured her ankles with zip ties. "Don't touch her!" I hissed, earning a backhand across my face that sent stars dancing before my eyes. "Shut up," the taller kidnapper growled, his voice muffled behind a black ski mask. "Unless you want the kid to get worse." I swallowed my rage and turned to Emma, whose tear-streaked face glowed pale in the dim light. Her favorite pink dress was smudged with dirt, and Hoppy, her stuffed rabbit, dangled precariously from her bound hands. My heart constricted at the sight of her terror. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart," I whispered, trying to edge closer to her.

The applause still rang in my ears as I gathered my presentation materials. Five years of relentless work had culminated in today's internal review meeting, where I'd unveiled my breakthrough drug formulation to the institute's scientific community. "Emilia, that was extraordinary work," Dr. Chen said, squeezing my arm as she passed. "The way you've reformulated the molecular structure while maintaining bioavailability—I've never seen anything like it." I smiled, still a bit dazed by the overwhelmingly positive response. "Thank you. It's been quite a journey." "Quite a journey indeed," echoed Professor Robertson, appearing at my side. My mentor's eyes crinkled with pride behind his wire-rimmed glasses. "Let's walk." As we stepped into the hallway, he placed a weathered hand on my shoulder. "This work will secure your legacy in the field, Emilia.

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

The stack of pack documents felt heavier than usual in my arms as I organized them on Darren's mahogany desk. Three years as his Luna, and I still found myself tingling whenever I entered his office—the space that smelled of him, of pine and musk and power. My fingers traced over the embossed Silver Creek Pack logo on the folder. "Just a few more minutes," I whispered to my wolf, Aria, who stirred restlessly within me. "Then we can go for that run you've been begging for." Aria huffed. *We deserve more than scraps of attention.* I pushed away her complaint, focusing instead on alphabetizing the territorial agreements. Darren had been distant lately—busy with pack matters, he'd said. But I understood. Being Alpha meant sacrifice. Being his mate meant understanding.

“You were never worthy of me. You were a burden from the start.” Aria Jared believed her Alpha mate was her salvation. She was wrong. Publicly rejected, pregnant and alone, she fled into the night with nothing but secrets and a child she swore to protect. But fate had other plans. Captured as a rogue and dragged to the execution ground, Aria is seconds from the blade when his eyes find hers across the crowd. The Alpha King. Her second chance mate. But Alpha King Derrick doesn’t want a disgraced, rejected wolf carrying another man’s child. So he does the next cruelest thing possible. He makes her his slave. What he doesn’t expect is that the broken girl scrubbing his floors holds the key to destroying his greatest enemy. And his frozen heart.

“You took her place. Now you’ll take her punishment.” “Then punish me, Don. Just remember — I never learned how to beg.” When I came home after graduating abroad, I didn’t expect to be sold off like property. But that’s exactly what my parents did — trading me to the city’s most feared mafia don to pay their debt. Only... I wasn’t supposed to be the bride. He wanted my twin sister — the beautiful, perfect one. I was just the mistake they shoved into a wedding dress. Now I’m trapped in a mansion of marble and blood, married to a man who hates the sight of me. He swore to make me pay for a crime I never committed, to break me until I begged for mercy. But what happens when the devil who was meant to destroy me starts falling for me instead? And when I finally rise to take revenge on my family… will he still choose to stand by the bride he never wanted?

The airport buzzed with activity as I stood near the arrival gates, my heart pounding against my ribs. Ten years. Ten long years since Chloe Martinez had left for London, and today she was finally coming home. I checked my watch for the fifth time in twenty minutes. Killian was supposed to meet me here at noon, but it was already 12:30 and still no sign of him. "Maybe he got stuck in traffic," I whispered to myself, though we both knew he'd never let anything make him late for something this important. My phone buzzed. Finally. *Riley, something urgent came up. Can't make it to the airport.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Emerson's friend introduced a college student to the club for him. Emerson, usually so detached, actually smiled as he pulled the young woman close, murmuring in her ear, "Just like her, even the scent." This student bore a striking resemblance to his elusive first love. Watching him lose himself in an ardent kiss with her, my heart turned to ice. This marriage is over. I can't keep on like this. "I knew you were still fixated on Saoirse, so I found you a lookalike," laughed Emerson's friend loudly. Emerson had Isabelle comfortably on his lap, whispering by her ear. Rooted to the spot, a deep chill seeped through my body. Ever since Isabelle arrived, not a single person, especially Emerson, seemed to care about my feelings. He chuckled, "It's true, I can't forget her, but aren't you worried about how my wife might react, bringing someone like this right in front of her?" His friend laughed as if it was the best joke he'd heard.

I spent three years saving every single credit to buy the Moonlight Grass. It was the only herb capable of healing my damaged wolf spirit. But the moment I walked through the door, my eldest brother, the Pack Alpha, snatched it from my trembling hands. "Willow has a migraine," Ryker stated, his voice devoid of warmth. "She needs this." I begged him. I told him it cost a fortune. I told him it was my only chance to finally shift. But Axel, my second brother and the Pack Doctor, just adjusted his glasses with clinical coldness. "Don't be selfish, Ember. Willow is fragile. Your jealousy is ugly." They boiled my entire future into a tea for an adopted sister who was faking it. Desperate to prove I wasn't the villain, I spent my last emergency cash on gifts for them. But when I handed Willow a silk dress, she smirked at me, stepped on the hem, and threw herself backward onto the carpet. "My ankle!" she screamed. "Ryker, she pushed me!" I rushed forward to help, but my bad leg gave out. I smashed my knee against the metal bed frame, blood instantly soaking through my jeans. Axel didn't check my shattered knee. He roared at me, "You vicious snake! You wanted her to trip!" Ryker loomed over me, his Alpha Command crushing my lungs like a physical weight. "Get out of my sight." Bleeding, broke, and heartbroken, I dragged myself out into the storm. They thought I would crawl to a friend's house. They thought I would always be their punching bag. Instead, I accepted an offer from the rival Shadow Alpha to join a top-secret research facility. A fifteen-year lockdown. No contact. A complete erasure of my existence. As I stepped onto the private jet, I looked down at the house one last time. "Happy Birthday, brothers," I whispered into the wind. I hope you enjoy the silence when you realize the sister you tortured is gone forever.

Selene Harts has spent her life surviving quietly. Orphaned by a tragic past and trapped in a city filled with memories rather than hope, she lives by one promise: Once I leave, I'm never coming back. Yet leaving has always felt more terrifying than staying. Everything changes the night she saves a stranger from a fatal accident. Selene doesn't know his name, his wealth, or his power-only that he looked lost, broken, and human. Days later, after unexpectedly losing her job, she finds herself working for a private executive known only as Mr. Cole. What she doesn't know is that he is Austin Blake, a billionaire CEO hiding his identity and the dark sins of his family. As Selene and Austin grow closer, their connection deepens into something fragile and dangerous. For the first time, Selene feels truly seen. For the first time, Austin is loved for who he is, not what he owns. But secrets never stay buried. Selene's world shatters when she discovers Austin is engaged to another woman-Diana Rowe, a ruthless heiress driven by wealth and control. Heartbreak turns to betrayal when Selene learns Austin's family played a role in the destruction of her own family. Devastated, she walks away, determined to rebuild her life. But Diana refuses to let her go. Obsessed and manipulative, Diana turns Selene into a target. As Austin spirals into guilt and self-destruction, his grandmother warns him that Diana is far more dangerous than she appears. When Austin finally fights for Selene, tragedy strikes, forcing Selene to confront the truth of her feelings. Kidnapping, betrayal, and a gunshot shatter the illusion of safety, pushing Selene and Austin to flee and start anew. Yet distance cannot erase unfinished vengeance. Diana survives-and from the shadows, she prepares to reclaim what she believes is hers. Will this cost Selene her life?

He Auctioned Me. Like Property. When Isabela Jimenez's own father puts her on the auction block for power and profit, she doesn't cry, she loads her gun. Cold, cunning, and born with a badge, Isabela is no man's pet. Not even Javier Delgado's. He's known to be a ruthless man with a temper that commands silence, and the audacity to demand obedience. She's the woman who shot him on sight and still walked away. Now bound by a contract neither of them wanted, Isabela is forced into a marriage that smells like war. But while the world watches her become Mrs. Delgado, she has a different plan: To burn down the empire from the inside out. What happens when a man who controls the underworld marries the only woman who doesn't fear it? One will kneel. The other will shatter. And in the end, only one crown will remain.

Renee sacrificed everything, including her birthright, on the altar of love. She gave Lucas her loyalty, her heart, and her future, only to be betrayed by the same man she trusted the most. The pain became unbearable when Lucas openly brought back his ex-girlfriend, the woman he had secretly been involved with all along, while his cruel mother stood proudly by his side. Heartbroken and humiliated, Renee was forced to leave the town she once called home. Fate, however, had other plans for her. During her darkest moment, she crossed paths with a powerful billionaire who had once been her late father’s closest business partner. Seeing the injustice done to her, he revealed hidden truths about her father’s empire and handed Renee the wealth and shares that rightfully belonged to her family. Years later, Renee returned—not as the weak woman Lucas abandoned, but as a billionaire whose name echoed across countries and business headlines. Powerful, elegant, and untouchable, she became the woman everyone admired and feared. But Renee’s return was not only about revenge. Would she forgive Lucas when he finally realized he had made the greatest mistake of his life? Or would she ignore his desperate pleas and focus on reclaiming the birthright stolen from her family? As Renee digs deeper into the secrets surrounding her father’s downfall, she discovers a hidden enemy who had been manipulating events long before Lucas betrayed her. The closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous her journey becomes. Now Lucas must watch the woman he once destroyed rise beyond his reach, while regretting the love he carelessly threw away.

The Manhattan skyline glittered against the twilight as I stepped out of Bergdorf Goodman, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Three months. Three months since the Council declared Harrison fallen in battle, torn apart by rogues near the eastern border. Three months since I'd felt anything through our mate bond except the hollow ache of severed connection. I adjusted the portfolio under my arm—contracts that would keep the Silver Moon Pack's human investments afloat for another quarter. Someone had to keep us from drowning. Someone always had. Then the wind shifted. Cedar and rain. Sharp.

Harper Grayson died at the hands of her mate—betrayed by the charming Alpha she'd trusted with her life. When she opens her eyes again, she's back to the Mating Ceremony, three years before her death. But this time, she can hear thoughts—including her scheming sister Sienna, who also remembers their past lives. The gentle Alpha everyone admires? He's a monster. The cold, feared Alpha heir? He's the only one whose thoughts she can't read. Armed with knowledge of the future, Harper makes a different choice: she reaches for Axel Blackwood. What starts as survival becomes something far more complicated when she discovers their hidden mate bond—and the conspiracy that killed him before. Can Harper rewrite her fate before history repeats itself?

Prostitution wasn't exactly the future Ariella pictured for herself. But a series of unfortunate events landed her in a brothel she couldn't escape. Until he came in. His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why. In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last. he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing. their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her. especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov. he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her. Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart. But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.

Summer Mark, a dedicated doctor, saves a mysterious stranger from a brutal attack on a rainy Miami night. As she tends to his wounds, their eyes lock, and she feels an inexplicable connection. Unbeknownst to Summer, the stranger is linked to one of Miami's most feared mafias, and their chance encounter will set off a chain of events that will forever change her life.

Rain battered against the windows of our bedroom as I paced anxiously, one hand resting on my swollen belly. The baby had been kicking all afternoon, little flutters that made my heart swell with love and anticipation. I couldn't wait to share this with Quentin. "Luna, do you need anything before I go?" Our Beta asked from the doorway, concern etched on her face. "No, thank you. I'm just waiting for my mate." I smiled, though it didn't quite reach my eyes. Quentin had been distant lately, often returning late from his duties. But tonight would be different. Tonight, we would celebrate our little miracle. The clock struck nine when I finally heard his key in the lock.

" I, Rhys Blackford Reject you Felza Blackford as my chosen mate." His words felt like sharp blades slicing through my body and I can't seem to stop those knives nor the words from penetrating me. " Rhy...Rhys! Don't do this." I croaked out shamelessly even after catching him with his destined mate. I know this all seems confusing but yeah, I caught my Mate and husband with his destined mate in our bedroom and he chose the cowardly way of punishing me for his sins by rejecting me. " We vowed to never hurt each other, Rhys! Even if we meet our destined mates." I reminded him, standing up straight and looking into his eyes. " It was before meeting her but now when I know the feeling of a real mate bond I don't want you anymore." He threw the words carelessly with indifference. I know Moon goddess paired mates to have symphony in packs but sometimes bonds and destiny didn't stand a chance infront of true love and soulmates but now I know it's bullshit because the so called true love and soulmate kicked me to the ground and ruined me.