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"One night with us." They murmured, hands roaming her body. "And you'll be addicted to how four hockey Gods make you beg." Four hockey gods. One forbidden temptation. When Reese takes a job as the new team trainer for the Wolves, she doesn’t expect to become the center of their obsession. But Knox, Finn, Nolan, and Cole—the team’s golden boys on the ice can’t seem to stay away from her. Knox, the captain, plays to win—and he wants her as his prize. Finn, the enforcer, protects her like she already belongs to him. Nolan, the playmaker, teases her with wicked smiles and soft promises. And Cole, the goalie, watches her with hunger that burns too deep to hide. They’re teammates. Brothers in every way that counts. And they’ve made one thing clear: they plan to share everything. Including her. Caught between loyalty and desire, Reese is about to find out what happens when four possessive men decide she’s the one they want to claim—on and off the ice. Warning: This is a scorching reverse harem romance featuring four obsessed hockey alphas, one strong heroine, and enough heat to melt the ice.

I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the ceremonial clearing. My legs trembled beneath me, and not just from nerves. For weeks now, I'd been feeling off—dizzy spells, weakness that settled into my bones like winter frost. Jennifer kept insisting it was just stress, pressing those herbal teas into my hands with her practiced smile. "Drink up, dear. You need your strength for the ceremony." The ceremony. My mating ceremony. The Blood Moon Pack had gathered in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar, their faces lit by torchlight. I was Olivia Moore, daughter of the Beta bloodline of Silvercrest Pack, and tonight I would finally meet my fated mate. The Moon Goddess had chosen him for me before I was even born.

After my eldest brother passed away, my mate took in his mate and daughter, claiming it was his duty as the pack’s Alpha. He swore he loved only me and our daughter, Indigo, and that he didn’t care for Estelle and her child, Amelia. To make up for it, he gave them a portion of the pack’s resources. When rogues attacked the territory, he sold off the pack’s valuables and took Estelle and Amelia to the neighboring pack’s lands. I begged him to take Indigo with them, but he refused, saying, "The journey is too harsh. I couldn’t bear to see you and Indigo suffer." The moment he left, Indigo was captured by the rogues and strung up on the pack’s border as a warning. I knelt at the base of those walls, my head bleeding from pleading with them, but I couldn’t save her. I pleaded with the pack’s warriors, waited for Evan to return, but when he finally did, he didn’t even listen to my cries. Instead, he handed me a rejection letter, his voice cold and dismissive. "The neighboring pack is full of gossip, and people are already talking about Estelle and Amelia.

While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son. Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate. An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir. Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack. Dante didn't even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her. He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall. Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me. I heard him promise her, "Soon, my love. I'll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve." The love I felt for him, the power I'd hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice. He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent. And I was finally going home.

My fiancé was involved in a car accident and fell into a coma, racking up medical bills that reached staggering heights. Yet, I couldn't abandon him. I juggled five jobs, working tirelessly day and night, sleeping less than three hours a day. Those three years pushed me to the brink more times than I can count. One day, as I lugged a coffee machine up more than twenty flights of stairs for delivery to a tech firm's office, I saw him—my supposed fiancé, who I thought was confined to a luxury hospital room—dressed smartly in a suit, confidently leading a meeting. When his eyes met my exhausted gaze, he visibly panicked and hurried to explain, "It was Angel's idea to test your true feelings..." "Well, you’ve made your point. I don't love you anymore." While I dragged the machine up to the 24th floor, gasping for air, my fiancé, Jensen King, appeared from around a corner, looking polished and at ease. I bumped into him, feeling as though I'd plunged into ice-cold water. My body started to tremble uncontrollably. "What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.

The laughter and chatter of pack game night filled the Crescent Ridge Pack House as I walked in hand-in-hand with Ryan. His fingers were loosely intertwined with mine, a casual touch that should have felt reassuring but instead felt hollow. Two years ago, that same touch would have sent electricity racing up my arm. Now, it was just skin against skin. "Ready for some fun, babe?" Ryan's voice carried that slight edge it often had lately—like he was already bored with whatever response I might give. I forced a smile. "Of course." Inside my head, Lyra, my silver wolf, paced restlessly. *Something feels off tonight,* she whispered. *It's just game night,* I assured her, though the knot in my stomach suggested otherwise. Alpha Marcus Thorne stood at the center of the main hall, his commanding presence drawing everyone's attention.

I was the Alpha’s Fated Mate, but to Jacob, I was nothing more than a tool to soothe his rage with my piano music. He paraded Kassandra around as his true love, treating me like a servant in my own home. When Rogues attacked our territory, Jacob had to make a split-second choice. He chose to save Kassandra, believing her lie that she was pregnant with his heir. While he protected her, Kassandra looked me in the eye and stomped on my hand—crushing the bones and destroying my ability to play the music that kept the pack sane. I left the pack that night, broken and alone. It took Jacob weeks to discover the truth. Kassandra was never pregnant; she had been taking birth control for years and stealing millions from the pack treasury. Realizing he had sacrificed his true mate for a liar, Jacob destroyed Kassandra and came crawling back to me. He found me in Vienna, healed and rising as the powerful White Wolf Luna. He knelt in the dirt, slicing his own arm with a silver blade, begging for a chance to bleed for me the way I had bled for him. He offered me his Alpha title, his fortune, and his life. I looked at the man who had once been my entire world and felt nothing but a cold, hollow silence. "I don't hate you, Jacob," I said, turning to the man who truly loved me. "I just don't care."

I was the moral compass of modern media, a journalist with a flawless record and a penthouse life with my husband, Britton. Then one phone call shattered it all. He blackmailed me, using a dark secret I kept for him, forcing me to retract a story and destroy my own career to protect his intern, Baylee. The fallout was brutal. My reputation was ruined overnight. Fleeing the city, I was in a horrific car accident and woke up in the hospital to learn I'd had a miscarriage. The final blow came when I called him for help, only to hear his intern giggling in the background. The man I loved since we were kids, the one who swore to protect me, had orchestrated my ruin and cost me our child. He left me for dead at the bottom of a cliff. But he made one mistake: he didn't make sure I was dead. Pulled from the ocean by a mysterious stranger, I was reborn. Now, I'm coming back to reclaim everything he took-and make him pay.

A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life. She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace. She later out I was pregnant with his child. Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone. And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.

WOLVES WERE THE ENEMY... Everyone in town knew that. They hunted and killed all humans and that's why we had surrounded ourselves with the wall. To keep them out. To keep us safe. Only I wasn't safe, because I was pretty sure one was stalking me. When he finally came for me, and dragged me away from my baby brother I knew my life would never be the same again. I expected death, I even welcomed it because anything was better than living with them but what I didn't expect was for there to be TWO OF THEM. Two alpha werewolves , who both claimed I was theirs. Theirs to command, theirs to use, theirs to break. Thrust into a world I didn't know, I only had one choice , succumb or be killed.

I sold my cameras and lenses—everything that defined me—to buy the first servers for my husband’s startup. Fifteen years later, on my birthday, Dustin left me alone to celebrate with his new assistant, Jami. When I confronted him about the affair, he didn't apologize. He threw a fifty-thousand-dollar check at me and told me to buy something pretty. But the betrayal didn't stop there. Jami broke into our safe and stole my late mother's vintage sapphire ring. When I tried to take it back, she snapped the eighty-year-old gold band in half. I slapped her. In response, my husband shoved me hard. My head cracked against the solid oak nightstand. Blood poured down my face, staining the rug I had picked out. Dustin didn't call an ambulance. He didn't even check my pulse. He stepped over my bleeding body to comfort his mistress because she was "stressed." When his parents found out, they didn't care about my injury. They came to where I was hiding, accused me of being clumsy, and threatened to leave me with nothing if I ruined the family image. They forgot one crucial detail: I was the one who designed, coded, and installed the penthouse's smart security system. I had synced every camera to my private cloud before I walked out. I had the video of him assaulting me. I had the audio of him admitting to fraud. And I had my father on speed dial—the man who owned the bank holding all of Dustin's loans. I looked at his terrified parents and pulled up the footage on the TV. "I don't want your money," I said, my finger hovering over the 'Send' button to the District Attorney. "I want to watch him burn."

On our fifth anniversary, my husband, Alpha Ethan, didn't give me a gift. Instead, he watched as his "invalid" mistress, Ilene, poured a tureen of boiling soup laced with Wolfsbane directly onto my chest. As the poison ate through my skin and I screamed in agony, Ilene clutched her heart and faked a panic attack, claiming my noise was hurting her. Ethan didn't call a doctor for me. His eyes glowed amber with power, and he turned his Alpha Command on his dying mate. "Stay down!" He forced me to lie paralyzed in my own melting flesh, unable to move or whimper, just so my screams wouldn't disturb the woman who had poisoned me. He scooped her up and walked away, leaving me on the restaurant floor. That night, the bond in my chest finally snapped. I didn't argue. I didn't fight. I simply burned every photo of us, masked my scent, and vanished into the night. It took Ethan two years to discover the truth. Ilene wasn't a fragile victim. She had been taking suppressants for years, hiding a healthy wolf while draining his bank accounts and laughing at his guilt. He slaughtered her in a rage and spent his fortune searching the globe for me, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But he was too late. He finally found me on the cover of an international art magazine. I wasn't the weak, wolf-less Omega anymore. I stood tall, glowing with the power of the legendary White Wolf. And the man standing next to me, with his hand possessively claiming my waist, wasn't him. It was the Lycan King.

The Great Hall of the Silvermoon Pack House fell silent as Marcus stepped onto the dais. My heart clenched at the sight of him—his magnificent silver pelt gleaming under the ceremonial torches, a reminder of the wolf I once knew, the mate who had cherished me above all else. But the cold, unfamiliar eyes that swept over the assembly held no recognition when they passed over me. No flicker of the bond we had built together over years of struggle and triumph. I instinctively touched the spot on my neck where his mark used to be—a phantom pain, a memory of belonging that no longer existed. 'Today, I announce a new alliance that will secure our territory against the Northern packs,' Marcus's Alpha tone resonated through the hall, commanding and unyielding. So familiar yet so foreign. 'The Walsh territory has agreed to join forces with Silvermoon under certain conditions.' My wolf, Luna, whimpered inside me. *Something's wrong, Victoria. Something's very wrong.* I rested my hands protectively over my swollen belly, our unborn pup shifting restlessly beneath my touch.

I’m just an Omega from a rural pack, but I saved the Lycan Prince. His Highness brought me to the city, but it’s like he’s a completely different person now. He avoids me like I’m some kind of plague, disgusted by my lack of etiquette and refinement. Then, at the Moonlight Festival, the Lycan King offered to arrange a mate for me. My gaze swept past the Prince, landing on the Beta who’d been flirting with me all evening. “Your Majesty,” I said, pointing at him, “he’s the most handsome. I choose him.” There were two loud clatters—one as the Prince dropped his goblet, the other as the Beta knocked over his plate, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s settled then,” he said, his dimples deepening. “I’m the most handsome, so you’re stuck with me.” ============================== “Miss Zoey, the Prince is busy and can’t see you.” I’d barely stepped foot near the palace gates when I was stopped. Zaiden, the Omega servant by the Prince’s side, looked at me apologetically.

Kavya Kapoor has everything-beauty, wealth, and the ruthless drive that built her empire, Kavya's Glow, into one of Los Angeles' top beauty brands. She's flawless, untouchable... until her carefully curated life shatters with four little words from her mother: "You're getting married." The groom? Gerald Van Dyke-arrogant, magnetic, and heir to one of America's most powerful families. He's as infuriating as he is irresistible, and he wants nothing to do with this arrangement either. But their parents are determined to unite two empires, no matter the cost. What begins as an arranged marriage neither of them wants quickly spirals into a dangerous game of pride, passion, intoxicating hunger,and forbidden desire. Gerald's bold, public proposal sparks a fire that even Kavya can't control, while every clash between them only fuels the magnetic pull simmering beneath their hostility. Behind the glittering façades and flashing cameras, powerful forces are pulling strings. Family secrets, hidden agendas,and a legacy bigger than both of them threaten to turn their sham of a union into something far more dangerous... and far more intoxicating.

I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."

The kitchen light buzzed like a dying fly. I sat at Gideon's table with a pen in my hand and a sheet of cheap notebook paper in front of me. The studio apartment smelled the way it always smelled in East LA. Old coffee. Damp drywall. The faint metal of the radiator he could never get fixed. In the next room, he was sleeping. I could hear him breathing through the thin door. Slow. Steady.

The velvet curtains backstage at the Vanderbilt Theater smelled like money—old money, the kind that clung to Manhattan's bones and refused to let go. I ran my fingers along the edge of my leather planner, checking off the final items on tonight's checklist. Every detail had to be perfect. This IPO celebration wasn't just another corporate event; it was the culmination of three years of eighty-hour weeks, strategic pivots I'd architected in the dead of night, and financial models I'd built from scratch while Jude slept soundly beside me, blissfully unaware of the empire I was constructing beneath his name. The partnership announcement with Burke Holdings alone represented eighteen months of delicate negotiations. I'd personally courted their executive team, demonstrating projections that made their CFO actually whistle through his teeth. The signed term sheet sat in a burgundy portfolio on the production table, my neat signature beside the embossed Burke Holdings seal. Two thousand investors were streaming in, their collective net worth probably exceeding several small nations' GDPs. I glanced at my watch—a vintage Cartier my mother had given me when I made VP at twenty-eight, back when I still worked under my own name. Fifteen minutes until showtime.

I sat cross-legged on the cold floor of my dormitory-sized bedroom, staring at the small orange pill bottle in my hands. The white label read 'For Brain Tumor Treatment' in bold black letters that had become as familiar to me as my own reflection. Outside my window, fireworks exploded across the Boston skyline, painting the night with bursts of color celebrating Harvard's graduation day. Celebrating Olivia's graduation day. Four years. Four years since the diagnosis that had stolen everything from me. Four years watching my twin sister live the life that should have been mine. The distant pops and crackles of the fireworks seemed to mock me, each burst a reminder of another achievement I'd never experience. I rolled the bottle between my palms, feeling the weight of the pills inside. My daily ritual.

I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan  that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn't flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He's the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn't born...I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He's right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forget my revenge. I just want to be ruined all over again.

Rejected by her fated mate and left to die, omega Eira is reborn centuries later as Lyra, a powerful warrior-witch with one purpose: destroy the Wolf King who broke her. But Alaric doesn't recognize the mysterious woman his wolf claims as mate. As he falls for her again, she must choose between the vengeance that brought her back and the love that refuses to die. Some bonds transcend death. Some curses demand blood.

"Get this useless woman out of my sight," Liam sneered, his arm wrapped tightly around Maya's waist. I stood in the foyer of the home I built, clutching my left side where an eight-inch surgical incision still seeped blood into my bandages. Just seven days ago, I lay on a cold operating table, surrendering my kidney to save his life from terminal organ failure. But while I remained in a postoperative coma, his first love strutted into the ward, handed the chief surgeon a stack of cash, and forged her name on my donor certificate. Now, my five-year-old twins clung to Maya's skirt, glaring at me like I was a beggar. They dragged my suitcase down the stairs and kicked it onto the driveway. My fingers curled around the crumpled, blood-stained original consent form hidden inside my pocket.

Mila Torres thought she'd found her forever mate in Kade Blackwood, the brooding heir to the Shadow Ridge Pack. For three years, she ignored the signs: his constant disappearances to comfort his 'childhood friend' Serena, his dismissiveness whenever Mila needed him, the way his eyes softened for another she-wolf in ways they never did for her. When rogues kidnap Mila to get revenge on Kade, she calls her mate for help - only to be told she's being dramatic. He hangs up to tend to Serena's sick wolf. Mila dies in the explosion. Two lives lost - hers and the pup she never knew she carried. But death isn't the end. Mila's ghost remains, bound to the mate who failed her, watching as Kade spirals into guilt and grief. She witnesses his desperate attempts to solve her murder, his growing horror at the truth, and the devastating revelation that Serena - the woman he chose over Mila at every turn - was the one who arranged her death. Will Kade's regret be enough to set Mila's spirit free? Or will she be trapped forever, watching the aftermath of a love that was never truly hers?

Everyone knew in her social circle that Verena was free-spirited and outspoken, notorious for frequently changing boyfriends. But no one expected that at a friend's gathering, she would fall head over heels for the introverted and distant physics professor, Lanny. After months of unsuccessful pursuit, Verena felt defeated. "My family has arranged a marriage for me, so I won't bother you anymore," she said. Lanny, usually calm and composed, lost control in an instant. "Don't get married. I promise I'll date you." They were together for two years, during which Verena enjoyed a blissful romance. However, while planning their wedding, she discovered that Lanny's true love was her half-sister! She quietly canceled the wedding and vanished from Lanny's life. Yet, he became frantic, desperately searching for her whereabouts.