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Silvia lost everything in one night-her parents,her trust,and her mate. Coming home from their funeral,she found her "fated"partner,Zack,tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I need variety,"he said,smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him-and turned to someone far more dangerous. "I need help,"she whispered. Sherman leaned closer,his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help,little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you." Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother,Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty,vengeance,and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free-and as their bond deepens,truths unravel. Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war? Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down? When love,betrayal,and bloodlines collide,how far will one omega go to save her family-and destroy the mate who broke her soul?

This is the second book in the Wrinkle in Time Trilogy. It is a stand-alone book with an all-new cast that embraces getting a second chance, a do-over. Fortunately, this time, Xander had a cheat: life experience. I'd become the old man who no longer gave a fuck about others' opinions. The problem was that by the time I learned this, I died ... or so I thought. I found myself thrown back in time to do it all over again. Could I get it right this time?

I smoothed down the front of my champagne-colored gown, taking a deep breath as I stepped into the grand ballroom of the Belvedere Hotel. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the crowd of Manhattan's elite who had gathered to celebrate our engagement. My engagement to Marcus Sterling—the man I'd devoted five years of my life to, the man I'd helped learn to walk again after his accident, the man who had promised to love me forever. "There she is!" Marcus's voice carried across the room as he made his way toward me, his gait strong and confident. No one would ever guess that just three years ago, doctors had said he might never walk again. He reached for my hand, his fingers warm against mine. "You look stunning, Elena." I smiled up at him, memories flooding back of countless nights spent in physical therapy, of the tears and triumphs, of holding him when the pain became too much. "This feels like a dream," I whispered. "You deserve this night," he said, guiding me further into the room. "You deserve everything." As we moved through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Jensen estate, casting long, distorted shadows across the imported marble floors. I had come home early, the damp chill of the evening clinging to my trench coat, desperate for the warmth of the man I was going to marry. Instead, as I approached the heavy mahogany doors of the music room, the silence of the house felt suffocating, broken only by a low, frantic murmur. I pushed the door open just a fraction. The air left my lungs in a single, jagged exhale. Edison Jensen, the ruthless CEO who bent entire boardrooms to his will, a man whose pride was the very marrow of his bones, was on his knees. He wasn't picking something up. He was kneeling on the Persian rug before the piano bench. Sitting on that bench was Flora Warren, his former piano teacher—a woman woven of soft cashmere and practiced fragility. Edison gripped her pale hands, his broad shoulders hunched, his dark head bowed in absolute submission.

A receipt folded exactly four times. That was all it took to shatter Ella’s perfect marriage. At twelve weeks pregnant, Ella finds a mundane convenience store receipt hidden in her husband’s backpack. The timestamp and location don't match his alibi. Worse, her husband Kai lies about it without missing a single heartbeat, smoothly using his glamorous colleague, Marisol, as a cover. Ella doesn't scream or confront him. Instead, she steps into the shadows and begins a quiet, meticulous hunt for the truth. Half-empty boxes of condoms. An offshore account draining their life savings. The arrogant mistress who dares to touch Ella's pregnant belly at a dinner party, silently marking her territory. But just as Ella prepares to deliver the fatal blow with her gathered evidence, she uncovers a terrifying reality: Kai isn’t just having a passionate affair. He and Marisol are operating a calculated, predatory system, destroying the lives of happily married women for sport. And Ella is merely their seventh target. "You think you’re collecting evidence," Kai mocks in a hidden note. "But you’re just following the trail I left for you." He thinks he has her trapped in his twisted psychological game. But he severely underestimated the cold resolve of a mother-to-be. Ella is done being the prey. She is going to ally with the ghosts of Kai's past, beat him at his own mind games, and burn his entire empire to the ground. He thought he was the game master. Now, it's her turn to play.

The voices drifted through the pack house hallway like smoke, seeping under the door of the storage room where I knelt sorting seed packets for spring planting. I shouldn't have been able to hear them—the thick oak doors usually muffled conversations—but my wolf had been restless all morning, sharpening my senses without permission. "Did you see the delegation list?" A young warrior's voice, excited and gossipping. "Alpha Marcus, Oliver, Beta Thomas, and... Kylee Hamilton as diplomatic advisor." "No Luna Elle?" Another voice, female, surprised. My hands stilled on the packets. Calendula. Chamomile. The Latin names blurred. "Guess she's not sophisticated enough for European negotiations." The first voice again, dropping lower but not low enough.

I was cursed to be a Widow-maker. First one? Died in a carriage accident on the way to the wedding. Second? Drowned right in front of my door. Third? He lasted a little longer. But on the wedding night, ate too much and-boom-literally burst. Then came Harry Ashford. My fourth. The Widower-maker. And that's how we made our bond. Here we go again. But he didn't die on the wedding night. "You're still here," I said, eyeing him like I had just stepped into a trap. He grinned. "I don't die that easily." And damn it, Harry Ashford was different. He survived. I thought I'd have a few years of peace, but nope. He was stubborn enough to stick around. But it wasn't just him. The Ashford pack. And the secrets darker than death itself.

PROLOGUE WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION “You are barren and worthless. I want nothing to do with an infertile woman like you. Sign these divorce papers and get the bloody hell out of my house and my life!!!” He yelled, and that was all I needed to wake up from my foolish and stupid dream, coming to the realization that my husband despised me and there was no way I could make this work anymore. With shaky hands, I took a pen and signed the divorce papers. It was all over now. ***** She dedicated all her life to loving him, he was like a god to her and despite the obstacles she faced in their marriage, she was happy because loving him was enough for her, but what she didn’t expect was to be thrown out by the same man she dedicated all her life to. After getting cheated on and thrown out, Janette started her life anew, unknown to everyone that she was pregnant. She fought her way to the top and six years later, she is back with a handsome baby boy and her new lover. She thought her life was now on track, not until her ex-husband showed up and claimed he wanted her back. With his eyes filled with longing and regret, he muttered under his breath. “Dear Ex-Wife, Let Us Restart.” But is she ready to forgive and get back together with him when she now has someone, who loves her dearly? And what about her son, who now wants her to be with his daddy? What is she going to do about that?

I stand at the pack altar in my white gown, the silk heavy against my skin, my heart hammering so hard I'm sure everyone can hear it. The entire Crescent Pack surrounds us in a semicircle, their eyes bright with anticipation. Torches flicker in the cool night air, casting dancing shadows across Elliott's face as he takes my hands in his. This is it. Seven years of waiting, of enduring his broken promises and last-minute cancellations, of pretending I don't notice the way his attention drifts whenever Clare's name is mentioned. Seven years of suppressing my true wolf, my Lycan heritage, my royal bloodline—all so I could find a mate who loved me for my heart, not my status. Tonight, it all becomes worth it. Elliott leans closer, his breath warm against my neck. I tilt my head to the side, exposing the curve where his mark will rest. My pulse throbs beneath my skin.

The silver light of the midwinter moon bathed the ceremonial clearing, casting long shadows across the faces of my packmates. I stood at the edge of the dais, one hand protectively cradling my swollen belly, the other gripping the wooden railing for support. Nine months pregnant, my back ached with a dull, persistent throb, but I ignored it. Tonight was important. Tonight, everything would change. My wolf, dormant for so long, stirred with unease as Alpha Ethan Grant strode to the center of the platform. His bronze hair gleamed in the moonlight, and his powerful frame commanded attention from every member of the Silver Moon Pack. My heart fluttered as his gaze briefly met mine before sweeping across the gathered crowd. "Tonight, under the blessed light of the midwinter moon," Ethan's voice rang out, strong and clear, "I have an announcement that will shape the future of both the Silver Moon and Northern Crest packs." I exhaled softly, one hand gently stroking my belly where our pup kicked insistently. After months of secrecy, of stolen moments and whispered promises, Ethan was finally going to acknowledge us.

Trapped 3,000 meters beneath the sea, the submersible I designed was my coffin. The air was turning to poison. But my fiancé, Jeffery, gave our only long-term life support-a CO2 scrubber I invented-to his social media star mistress. "You're strong, Elaina," he said. "You can figure something out." When I tried to use the emergency comms, he broke my wrist and smashed the console. He and his mistress sealed the hatch, leaving me to die alone in the crushing dark. He chose his career over my life. He chose her over me. The man I was supposed to marry would rather I suffocate at the bottom of the ocean than face a failed mission. But as the blackness closed in, I remembered a secret. A tiny, personal emergency pinger I' d built into my glove. With my last bit of strength, I tore the seam with my teeth and slammed my hand against my head. A faint click echoed in the silence. My revenge had just begun.

Mia Romano never wanted the mafia life. The daughter of a ruthless Don, she dreamed of freedom, of love beyond blood-soaked vows. But her world shatters when her father forces her into marriage with Mark DeLuca-his cold, calculating right-hand man. Handsome, loyal, and untouchable, Mark has secretly loved Mia for years, though she has always belonged to another. Trapped in a loveless arrangement, Mia despises him, clinging to her boyfriend, the one man who ever made her feel normal. But Mark's world is one of power, protection, and unshakable devotion. And when rivals close in, Mia discovers the dangerous fire that burns beneath Mark's calm surface. As they sleep in separate rooms, jealousy brews, especially when Mark's alluring ex moves into their lives. What begins as hatred slowly twists into longing, obsession, and passion. But in the mafia world, love comes with blood, betrayal, and deadly consequences. Will Mia surrender to the man she swore she would never love-or will her heart destroy them both? Read to find out.

Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death. My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck. It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack. My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man. Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger. "No one should ever touch what is precious to you." His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.

He rejected me before the entire pack. My cousin stole everything that was meant to be mine—my mate, my future, my name. They thought I’d die quietly. But I survived. I changed. And when I return, the girl they broke will be their reckoning.

On the day of my daughter Xiomara’s full moon ceremony, Gregory Morris, my mate and the Alpha of the prestigious Silver Moon Pack, walked into our mansion with his chosen mate, Fatima Armstrong, and their twins, Drew and Anaya. “Fatima and I grew up together,” Gregory said, his voice cold and detached. “If it weren’t for the Moon Goddess’s decree, she would have been my mate.” “She’s been by my side for years, bearing me twins, a sign of prosperity for our pack.” “Today, on Xiomara’s special day, I’ve decided to make Fatima my official mate.” His mother, Greta Vasquez, held the twins lovingly, her face glowing with pride. Fatima knelt before me, holding a cup of tea, her expression soft and pleading. “Luna, please accept this.” I couldn’t help but sneer. An Alpha taking a second mate? He must have lost his mind. … Fatima knelt there, her pale face framed by the soft fabric of her gown, her hands trembling as she offered the tea. “Luna, please.” In my arms, Xiomara squirmed and cried, as if sensing my turmoil. Gregory frowned at my hesitation.

My husband was going to kill me. Not with a bullet, but with a text message I was never meant to see. It popped up on the family iPad: "Last night was insane. Can't stop thinking about that hotel room. You owe me round two... ASAP." My first thought was our sixteen-year-old son, Marco. But an anonymous online forum quickly pointed out the holes in my theory—the expensive hotel, the transactional tone, and an eggplant emoji, a code for performance enhancers used by men my husband's age. The truth hit me when I found a condom in his laundry—the same brand I’d found in our son’s room months ago. It was never Marco. It was my husband of twenty years, Lorenzo. The betrayal deepened when I overheard him talking to our son. They laughed about my "episodes" and mocked me for being boring. Marco even told his father, "You should just leave her and be with Katia." Katia—his history tutor. Their conspiracy, hatched within the walls of my own home, destroyed the last of my love for them. Now, I've gathered my proof, and his biggest career achievement—the Innovator of the Year award gala—is next week. It's the perfect stage. He thinks I'll be the supportive wife on his arm, but he's wrong. I'm not just leaving him; I'm going to burn his world to the ground in front of everyone.

No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth... He would always find me. Knock. Knock. I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest. Just as I was saying... He had already found me. But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist. I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate. *** TRIGGER WARNING! This is a dark, taboo romance containing graphic themes, possessive men, hate-fueled sex, psychological intensity, emotional torment, and taboo that will wreck your morals. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Read only if you're ready to fall for monsters. *** Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they used to live. But all her hopes and expectations were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men. Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve. All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life. Saint burns with obsession. Kyrie aches with desire. And both men aren't willing to share. How far can she run? And how much blood are they willing to shed, just to stake their individual claim on her?

Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again. Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman. She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt. They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty. He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard. When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him. Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser. Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job. She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man. But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch. Until her brother called with a shocking warning. "Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!" Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity.

BLURB She wasn’t his kind of girl. He wasn’t the kind of man she ever wanted. She was fire. He was gasoline. And yet..staying away from each other felt impossible. Lyra Helga Klein never thought her life would be filled with blood, secrets, and betrayal. But everything changed the day she met Salvatore Leone Morano...a cold, dangerous mafia underboss from Sicily. At first, Salvatore said it was just business. He only wanted the Kleins to repay their debts. He thought he was getting back at the stubborn girl who embarrassed him the first time they met. But what started as revenge quickly turned into something else. The more he tried to hate her, the more he wanted her. He started breaking his own rules....rules that were never meant to be broken. And when Lyra begins to see the pain behind his cruel eyes… She realizes there’s more to him than just the mafia life. What happens when a girl who’s never wanted danger falls for the most dangerous man of all?

Left behind by her father, who passed away when she was twenty, Rhea was forced to take over as the president of the company in his place. Once a cheerful young woman, she suddenly transformed into a firm, independent, perfectionist, and untouchable figure. The media hailed her as a successful young businesswoman. However, due to her strong ambition to advance the company under her leadership, Rhea had no time for romance. Her mother grew worried as Rhea remained unmarried despite reaching the age of thirty. Determined to see her daughter settle down, she arranged a marriage for her. Unable to refuse her mother’s wishes, Rhea reluctantly agreed to meet her prospective husband. But Rhea was utterly shocked when she discovered that her fiancé was a university student ten years younger than her. To make matters worse, the young man was a mischievous troublemaker, turning Rhea’s life upside down as she constantly had to clean up the messes and chaos caused by her youthful husband. Will Rhea be able to maintain a normal married life with a husband whose antics never fail to test her patience? Could love possibly bloom in her heart for the man who even calls her "auntie"? And when someone from her past suddenly reappears, showing her special attention, will Rhea be swayed? Follow the story of a fierce billionaire lady forced into marriage with a rebellious bad boy—one who, despite his wild nature, is irresistibly popular among women due to his above-average good looks.

The hospital's VIP wing smelled like expensive disinfectant and fresh lilies—a nauseating combination that made my stomach clench as Royce's fingers dug into my arm. His grip had left bruises before; I knew this would be another. "Walk faster," he muttered, dragging me down the pristine hallway where our footsteps echoed like gunshots. I stumbled, still weak from the flu I'd been fighting for weeks, but his pace never slowed. We stopped outside room 314. Through the partially open door, I glimpsed Elliana propped against silk pillows, her golden hair fanned across the white sheets like a halo. Even from here, she looked ethereal—fragile in the way that made men want to protect her. The way I'd never been. Royce pushed the door open without knocking. "Scout's here," he announced, his voice carrying a warmth reserved only for her.

My Alpha husband stood in the hospital room, his eyes cold as ice. He wasn't there to comfort our daughter; he was there to harvest her. "Take her essence," he commanded the doctors without a shred of hesitation. "Timothy needs the transfusion. He is the future Alpha. Your daughter is just a useless runt." I screamed, clutching the hem of his suit, begging him to stop. I tried to tell him that our little Lily wasn't weak—she was a late bloomer because she carried the rare, powerful blood of the White Wolf. But Jaimen didn't care. He used the Alpha Voice to paralyze me. "I command you to silence yourself, Omega." I was forced to stand frozen, a prisoner in my own body, as they drained my three-year-old daughter dry. She died screaming in agony, sacrificed to save Timothy, the sickly son he had with his mistress, Ivanna. With Lily's body still warm on the bed, Jaimen looked at me with pure disgust and severed our mate bond. "I reject you. Get this trash out of my territory." I was dragged out to the borderlands and beaten to death in the mud, clutching a cheap locket, while he celebrated saving his "heir." He didn't know the truth. He didn't know that he had just murdered a prodigy to save a lie. Three years later, he finally ran a DNA test on his beloved Timothy. The results showed zero match to the Alpha line, but a perfect match to a filthy Rogue. That night, the Alpha went mad. And I watched from the afterlife as he slaughtered everyone involved, begging a ghost for forgiveness that would never come.

I was the pack's lowest Omega, scrubbing floors by day, but secretly waiting for the night my Fated Mate, the Alpha Heir Desmond, would finally claim me. Instead, he brought home a billionaire heiress and looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "I choose power," he sneered, rejecting our soul-bond in front of everyone. "An Omega can never be my Luna." To seal his business deal, he sold me off like cattle to Kennedy Simmons—the "Crippled Alpha" rumored to be a broken, rot-filled monster. On my last night in the territory, his new fiancée pushed me off a yacht. As I drowned in the freezing water, I watched Desmond dive in. He swam right past me to save her. That was the moment my heart finally stopped beating for him. They thought sending me to Seattle was a punishment. They thought I would wither away and die in the hands of a beast. But they didn't know two things. First, Kennedy Simmons wasn't a monster; he was a King waiting to be healed. Second, I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf, a legend thought to be extinct, capable of miracles. Three months later, Desmond stood outside my gates, bankrupt and desperate, begging for a second chance. I looked down from my balcony, wrapped in the arms of my true Alpha, and smiled. "Get off my property," I commanded, my eyes glowing white. "Or I'll finish what the ocean started."

Adelaide Warren was in the process of enrolling her daughter in school when she was suddenly informed that two boys had mysteriously appeared on her household registry. The school spots had been used up six years earlier by the older boy, while the younger one still occupied the seat, leaving Adelaide's daughter, Cora, without a place. Upon investigating, Adelaide discovered this was the doing of her former tenants. She immediately demanded they transfer their registration back and return the educational spot to her. Unfazed, the tenants casually said, "Well, you could take us to court, but we’ll drag it out for years." Adelaide, however, was not one to back down. For about $34, she managed to cancel the residency of those two boys, effectively rendering them citizens of another country. This development threw the tenants into a panic, causing them to desperately try to find her. Adelaide, however, remained unfazed, thinking to herself, "Emigrating is beneficial for my 'sons.' You, a stranger, have no say in this." When submitting the school application, the system indicated the slot was already taken. Initially, Adelaide thought it was a system error. However, a visit to the local education authority quickly turned the situation serious.