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My eyes lingered on the beauty in front of me, as I tried to knock out the bitter feeling from her words. "I can't love you, Anderson. My heart had been broken into a thousand pieces. Let's part ways," she stated, my heart almost leaping out of control. "Then, let me be the one to mend the broken pieces. Let me be your perfect gentleman." I held her hands closely, staring into her enchanting brown eyes. "I..." She stuttered, as I inched closer, claiming her lips, with only one thought in mind, "To claim her, and make her love me." ........... Within a week, Genevieve went through the toughest of times. Not only did her boyfriend of two years break up with her, she later realized her best friend was engaged to him. The ones she called her parents revealed they weren't her real parents and had betrothed her off to a Billionaire who was interested in marrying her-someone she never met before. With her heart broken into a thousand pieces, insecurities, betrayal, and childhood trauma calling unto her, she wasn't ready to give love another chance. Anderson, her betrothed, wasn't the sort to give up, and would give it every shot to cherish and love her. And most importantly, mend her broken heart and make her give love a second chance. Will her heart melt and give in to love? What could possibly go wrong when enemies from the past wanted them apart? Will their love stand the test of time?

As the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I thought my Fated Mate bond with Alpha Liam was unbreakable. That was until Ava Sinclair walked into the banquet hall, pregnant, and Liam used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees in front of the whole pack, choosing his mistress over me. The violence of his rejection didn't just break my heart; it killed the unborn pup I hadn't even told him about yet. When I tried to escape the toxicity, Liam hunted me down and chained me in a dungeon with silver cuffs, desperate to keep me as a "backup" while he played house with Ava. It took him two years to realize Ava was carrying a rogue's bastard, not his heir. Suddenly, the arrogant Alpha was the victim, kneeling in the dirt at the Solstice Festival, offering me a massive diamond ring and begging for a second chance. He thought he could buy forgiveness. He thought I was still his broken little wife. But I didn't reach for the ring. I turned to the female warrior standing beside me—the one who had lifted a collapsing stone pillar to save my life while Liam was busy destroying it. I interlaced my fingers with hers and looked down at my ex-mate. "You ask why I choose her?" I said, my voice ringing across the silent plaza. "Because while you were building my cage, Liam, Seraphina was becoming my sky."

Welcome to the most dangerous dating show on Earth. Every year, the supernatural elite are invited to compete on a luxurious island where alliances are forged, rivalries turn deadly, and love is supposedly the prize. Cameras roll, viewers vote. Winners leave famous, bonded, and powerful. No one talks about those who don't leave. When Riven Ashcroft is chosen as a last-minute "human wildcard," she knows it's a mistake. She doesn't belong among witches, wolves, shifters, and beings who look at her like they already know her fate. She's here to survive the game not become part of it. But the island reacts to her presence. The trials change, the men stop competing with each other and start watching her. As ancient magic stirs and divine forces interfere, she uncovers the truth: the show isn't about finding love, it's about awakening something forbidden, something the gods buried long ago. And she isn't the contestant, she's the reason the game exists. With desire tangled in danger, bonds forming she never agreed to, and powers rising she was never meant to wield, she must decide, play by the rules or burn the entire game to the ground. Because this season, love isn't the prize. She is.

I’m the girl from the trailer park who married the coldest billionaire on Wall Street. To the world, I’m a lucky gold-digger. To Gustavus English, I’m just a $2 million "service fee" and a human shield to keep his board of directors from tearing him apart. The morning after he treated our intimacy like a cold business transaction, he threw a check at my face and called me a mistake. He didn't know that behind my "frightened doe" act, I was a finance genius at Columbia secretly shorting his company’s stock to destroy him from the inside. The humiliation was relentless. He forced me into expensive suits that made me look like a pathetic doll and paraded me in front of paparazzi to boost his stock price. Then his brother, Caspian, arrived—the man who laughed while bulldozing the orphanage of my childhood. Caspian recognized me, whispering threats of exposure while his eyes stripped me bare. "Don't method act with me, hillbilly. You aren't my wife," Gustavus hissed, pinning me against a marble wall. I felt the burning injustice of being a bought asset, trapped between a husband who despised me and a brother-in-law who wanted to break me. I was a victim playing a dangerous game, waiting for the right moment to strike. But at a high-stakes family dinner, the power struggle turned lethal. To stop his family from seizing his billions, Gustavus dropped a bomb that shattered my plans. "We are already working on an heir," he announced, activating a legal clause that froze the entire family trust. He dragged me into the shadows, his voice a dark command. "Now you have no choice. You get pregnant, or we lose everything. Don't make me regret this." He wanted a legacy to save his empire, but I was about to give him the most expensive mistake of his life.

After five years in a federal prison, framed by my stepmother and fiancé, I was finally released. Instead of a welcome home, my stepmother tossed me a one-way ticket to Geneva and a threat: renounce the family name and disappear, or end up in the Hudson River. When our limo was suddenly ambushed by military-grade SUVs on the highway, their cowardice almost got us killed. I took the wheel, crashed the attackers, and saved their lives. But the moment the danger passed, my stepmother tried to slap me, called me a psycho, and abandoned me on the desolate roadside. My ex-fiancé later cornered me in public, trying to assert his dominance by grabbing my arm. They still thought I was the broken girl they sent to a cage just so they could steal my dead mother's biochemical research. I didn't feel heartbreak, only a cold, absolute certainty. They threw me to the wolves, not realizing the federal penitentiary had burned away my capacity for mercy. I hacked into the dark web and found out Dante Meltoni, the most dangerous Mafia Don in New York, was tearing the city apart to find a legendary underground doctor. I am that doctor. I walked straight into his heavily guarded fortress, pulled out a syringe, and saved his dying grandfather. Then I looked the terrifying Don right in the eye. "Marry me. And let me use your empire to wipe my family off the map."

Elias has lived his whole life as a lie. Born a male Omega in a world where his kind are owned, traded, or bred, his only chance at freedom was to disappear behind a forged identity. Now he's "Eli Arden," Rank 2 at the most ruthless Alpha academy in the nation. No one suspects the truth; Not the instructors. Not the students. Not even the wolves who want to beat him. Only one person watches too closely. Ronan Vesper: Rank 1, cold-blooded, terrifying, heir to an Alpha dynasty and the one Alpha Elias can't afford to provoke... or attract. But suppressants are failing. Instincts are waking. And when Ronan catches Elias mid-dose, something shifts between hunter and prey. He should have exposed him. He didn't. Now Ronan is circling him like a secret he wants to own. And Elias is running out of time to keep his body and identity under control. In a school where the weak are erased and the powerful take what they want... What happens when the deadliest Alpha discovers his greatest rival is an Omega?

Jazmin woke up with a splitting headache and red system error codes flickering across her vision, only to realize she was trapped in a bizarre reality as a billionaire's contract wife. Before she could even process the alien data in her mind, her arrogant husband, Adrian, threw a harsh divorce agreement onto her lap. "You get nothing. Melody is the one I love. You were just a placeholder," he sneered, demanding she leave the marriage without a single cent. When she didn't break down in tears, he grew furious and lunged forward, his fingers closing tightly around her throat to remind her of her place. His wealthy family expected her to quietly accept her public humiliation, while her greedy adoptive parents immediately demanded a payout, treating her like a worthless ATM. They all thought she was still the same fragile, pathetic woman who would beg for their scraps and cry over their cruelty. They had no idea that the original Jazmin was already dead, and the system had loaded a completely different, indestructible entity into her body. Jazmin didn't shed a single tear or gasp for air. She simply grabbed Adrian's wrist, shattered his bones with a sickening crunch, and tossed him through a glass window like a bag of trash. "I'd rather dance alone in hell than be a dog in your heaven." Taking the massive settlement she extorted, she walked straight into the arms of his deadliest rival, ready to tear this entire world apart.

For a thousand years, the Vora beastmen have been cursed by a madness-a burning sickness in their blood that only one thing can soothe: the legendary 'Blood-Blessed,' a human female whose very scent is a living cure. When a virus wiped out nearly all females, their desperate hunt for this mythical girl turned into a brutal conquest. They crushed our fallen human kingdoms, reducing us to breathing meat under their cruel "Livestock Codex." To save my little sister from being branded for their elite breeding auction, I took her place in the male-only death draft. Disguised as a boy, I was thrown into a pitch-black labyrinth, a living sacrifice meant to feed their ultimate nightmare: the feral, half-dragon Mad King. He tore our steel cage apart like wet paper. I pressed my back against the freezing wall, watching in horror as he slaughtered the screaming men around me. He ripped the filthy coat from my body, exposing my true gender. As his crimson eyes locked onto my throat and he opened his jaws for the kill, my rage burned away my fear. I was a pureblood heiress of a dead empire, but I would not die cowering like an animal. I gripped a shard of glass, ready to aim for his eye. But as he lunged, the glass sliced my palm. The moment my blood hit the air, the legend became my reality. The sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded the dark wasn't just my pheromones-it was the living cure. The terrifying, apocalyptic tyrant froze mid-strike. He dropped his massive body to his knees, his fangs retracting as he gently, desperately licked my bleeding hand. His chaotic red eyes darkened with an absolute, world-ending obsession as he pulled my fragile body against his burning chest. "Mine." I was meant to be his final meal. They called me the Blood-Blessed. He called me his Queen.

At her lavish engagement party, everyone whispered that Amberly Carson, the fallen socialite, was the luckiest woman in New York for sinking her hooks into the billionaire heir, Calvin Henry. But right before the vows, Calvin received a phone call, his face turning pale with horror. He pointed a trembling finger at Amberly in front of all the elite guests. "It's you! You drove her to this!" he roared, publicly accusing her of pushing his true love to suicide before abandoning the wedding. The polite smiles in the ballroom instantly melted into expressions of shock and delicious pity. Calvin's reckless devotion to his manipulative sidepiece soon triggered a chain of disastrous events. He was nearly killed in a staged car crash, and the shock gave his father a massive stroke, leaving the Henry Group completely headless and vulnerable to a hostile takeover. Calvin's best friend cornered Amberly in the hospital, blaming her for the family's downfall. "You're a curse! You bring nothing but trouble!" In everyone's eyes, Amberly was just a desperate, ruined girl destined to be the scapegoat for a powerful family's destruction. They expected her to hide in shame, weeping over her lost fiancé and shattered reputation. But they didn't know the fragile socialite was just a disguise. Instead of crying, Amberly knocked Calvin unconscious with a single, precise nerve strike and calmly took the stage microphone. "I am officially announcing the cancellation of my engagement." Walking away from the chaos, she pulled out an encrypted phone to contact a dormant shadow network. Phase one was complete, and the real hunt was about to begin.

The Seattle rain pelted against my face as I hauled my two heavy suitcases up the familiar steps of my Capitol Hill apartment building. My arms ached from carrying the cardboard box of carefully tended orchids—survivors of my cramped Cambridge apartment during my PhD years. These delicate blooms had been my only companions through countless late nights of research and writing. Now they, like me, were finally coming home. I shifted the box to balance against my hip and fumbled for my keys, already imagining the comfort of my own space after years of academic exile. The windows of my third-floor apartment glowed with warm light, and I smiled, thinking Brandon must have prepared for my homecoming. That smile froze when I noticed unfamiliar silhouettes moving behind the windows. Curtains I didn't recognize—cream-colored with a pattern I would never have chosen—were drawn halfway across the glass. My steps slowed as an inexplicable chill crept up my spine. Still, I reasoned with myself as I climbed the stairs.

I stared at Troy across the crowded campus café, certain I'd misheard him. The familiar buzz of student conversations and the hiss of the espresso machine seemed to fade into white noise as his words echoed in my mind. "You're choosing Eve as your project partner?" Troy shifted in his seat, avoiding my eyes as he picked at the corner of his textbook. "Dana, it's just a project. Don't make it into something bigger than it is." But it was bigger. So much bigger. We'd talked about this competition for months—the Regional Academic Excellence Challenge that could secure graduate school recommendations and open doors neither of us had dreamed of. We'd planned it together, researched together, even joked about how we'd celebrate our inevitable victory together. "We promised each other," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Fifteen years, Troy.

He had rules. I just wanted to breathe. When I got the email that I'd be sharing a dorm room with Jace Carter—college royalty, captain of the swim team, and walking sin—I almost threw up in my sketchpad. Me? Luca Hayes? The quiet art student who gets nervous asking for extra napkins? He was everything I wasn’t: bold, confident, cocky... and stupidly hot. But this dorm room? It wasn’t just his. It was ours. And when he leaned against the door, smirking like he knew every dirty thought I’d ever had— I knew I was screwed. One bed. One bathroom. One rule: No falling for your roommate. Guess who broke it first?

"Honestly, six months and she still won't sleep with me." Julian's voice, but with an edge I'd never heard before. Cruel. Dismissive. My hand froze on the door handle. Slowly, I pushed the door open just a crack, my heart hammering against my ribs. The scene that greeted me felt like a physical blow. Julian stood between the legs of Miranda Chen, our department's marketing coordinator, who was perched on his desk like she owned it. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders as Julian's hands tangled in it, their mouths locked together with the kind of passion he'd never shown me. "The religious prude is beautiful, but boring," Julian continued as they broke apart, his voice dripping with contempt. "It's time to trade up." Miranda laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "Poor little Elara. Does she actually think you're serious about her?" "Please. She's useful for now, but I need a woman who knows what she wants." Julian's hands roamed Miranda's thighs with practiced familiarity. "Someone who isn't afraid to take what she deserves." The compass slipped from my nerveless fingers.

He slammed me into the wall, grabbing my ass cheek, desperate and longing for something. His lips clashed against mine hungrily, like a vicious feral beast. I barely had time to register it all, but I moaned, too ecstatic to call it off. “We shouldn't..." I whispered; immediately he pulled out. “This is wrong.” They were both panting heavily. He grabbed my chin, roughly. Painful. His hot breath cascaded on my face as he stared with lust. “I do whatever I want with you, Arya.” I gulped, "You know why? Because I own you.” I caught sight of his veins, bulging like he was trying to hold back something in. "I…I am your sister…” I said softly; he cut me off. “Step-sister," he corrected, not giving me any chance. His hands slid back into my core, a gasp escaped my lips, and tears brimmed in my eyes. “What if the alpha finds out? He'll kill me for sure.” I pushed his chest slightly, but he was stronger. “Let me worry about that.” His fingers played with my clits. He rained kisses on my neck; I was already soaked for him.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Bonnie crossed the finish line, her small frame bursting with energy despite the grueling training course she'd just completed. I watched with pride swelling in my chest as my daughter—my brilliant, determined daughter—pumped her fists in the air. "I won, Mom! I actually won!" Bonnie's voice carried across the training field as she sprinted toward me, her cheeks flushed with excitement. I caught her in my arms, breathing in her scent mixed with sweat and determination. "You were amazing, sweetheart. Absolutely amazing." Bonnie had defeated opponents twice her age in the annual pack youth training competition—a feat that would surely catch anyone's attention. Especially her father's. "Did you see me take down Marcus? He's been training for years!" Bonnie's eyes sparkled with triumph as she tugged at my hand.

I was once a foster she-wolf in the Hartley pack, bound to Brandon Carrington as a substitute for his true love-my sister Hailey. For five years, I endured his neglect, Hailey's bullying, and the Hartleys' indifference. A near-death experience and catching Brandon with Hailey woke me up. I found my birth parents, the wealthy Aldridges, and planned to break my bond with Brandon. At Hailey's birthday, she humiliated me; Brandon defended her and injured my hand. I finalized bond-breaking papers, quit my job, and fled to Talvador Town with Miles. We revealed Hailey plagiarized my art, ruining her reputation. Brandon belatedly realized his love for me but I'd chosen Miles.

Mark, a werewolf , is reborn to relive the day his mate Natalie betrays him. In both lives, Natalie schemes with her ex Lucian to make Lucian's son her heir, ignoring Mark's twins. She frames Mark, abuses him, and lets their pups die. Mark begs for mercy, but Natalie, blinded by Lucian's lies, kills Mark's father and locks Mark and the pups in a basement to die. After Mark's death, Natalie discovers Lucian's fraud and that her pups needed ICU. Consumed by guilt, she kills Lucian and herself in a fiery explosion.

After four years of being tortured in a black site, I finally escaped. I crawled back home, driven only by the thought of my husband, Brody, and our son, Eben. But when I reached the gates of our estate, he didn't recognize my emaciated frame. He called me a beggar and had the guards throw me out. He was with my stepsister, Carla. And my own son ran into her arms, crying, "Mom!" Brody believed Carla' s lies-that I'd abandoned them for another man. He had me committed to a "rehab facility," which was actually the same hellhole I'd just escaped. He handed me back to my torturer. I screamed for him as the drugs coursed through me, but he just turned his back and walked away, leaving me to die. The agency found me, barely alive. They rebuilt me through Project Nightingale-a full cybernetic body, with my emotions and memories wiped clean. Two years later, I am Dr. Hanna Peck. When Brody found me, on his knees begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I just turned to my colleague and said, "Clark, I accept your marriage proposal."

For seven years, I served as the eyes for Dante Vitiello, the blind Capo of New York. I pulled him back from the edge of madness, tending to his wounds and warming his bed when everyone else had given up on him. But the moment his vision returned, the years of devotion turned to ash. In a single phone call, he decided to marry Sofia Moretti for territory, dismissing me as just "the maid's daughter" and a "comfort" he intended to keep as a mistress. He forced me to watch him court her. At a gala, when a chaotic accident caused a tower of champagne glasses to shatter, Dante threw his body over Sofia to protect her. He left me standing there, bleeding from the glass shards, while he carried her away like she was porcelain. He didn't even look back at the woman who had saved his life. I realized then that I had worshipped a broken god. I had given him my dignity, only for him to treat me like a disposable bandage now that he was whole. He arrogantly believed I would stay in the penthouse, grateful for his scraps. So, while he was out celebrating his engagement, I met with his mother. I signed the severance agreement for fifty million dollars. I packed my bags, wiped my phone, and boarded a one-way flight to Australia. By the time Dante came home to an empty bed, realized his mistake, and began tearing the city apart to find me, I was already a ghost.

Astrid waited for Joshua all night as she usually did... And the first thing she received, instead of a cold greeting, was the divorce papers. "Why?" were her only words when she saw the agreement. Joshua looked at her indifferently. "It's enough. It's a waste of time to continue this marriage. In the first place, if it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have married you... Sign it!" he shouted. Astrid, her eyes filled with tears, hurriedly took the divorce agreement and put it in her mouth. "I don't want a divorce!" Astrid cried. Joshua didn't respond, he just looked at her and walked away. After all, it was difficult to get into the heart of someone like Joshua. She stood firm in her decision. She had married to take care of her mother's health... Until she lost her too, leaving her with nothing left to hold on to. "He doesn't feel anything for me," she said, wiping her teary eyes. "In the future, I will never appear in front of him again." She took her luggage and, accompanied by a heavy snowfall, disappeared along with her footprints in the snow. She left behind only her signature on the divorce agreement. With a trembling body, she escaped. Five years later, a little boy reminded her of the person she tried to forget.

Princess Nora Durkehn, a luna princess, was born with a rare treasure buried in her soul, that could save her entire world. But one act of mercy destroyed everything. At eighteen, Nora freed the boy she loved from her father's prison. That night, he led the Shadow Fang pack in an attack that killed her father, enslaved her people, and left her with nothing but ashes and rage. Now, years later in exile, Princess Nora carries the burden of the past tragedy that left her pack in ruins and her heart scarred, symbolized by the 'ashes of love'. But a mysterious threat emerges and Nora is forced back into her world with the determination to set things right. But her fate entangles again as she encounters Fredwinn, a dangerously charming Alpha from the very pack that destroyed her life (The Shadow Fang Pack). Fated had it that Fredwinn was her mate that could help save her enslaved people. But how can she trust him when everyone she's ever loved has betrayed her? As Nora discovers the true extent of her powers and uncovers hidden truths, she must decide: Can she trust a fated bond forged in blood and betrayal? Will her love destroy her again like it did before? But one thing was certain. Nora must rekindle the 'ashes of love' within her, embrace her true power, and lead her people, even if it means sacrificing her own happiness for the greater good. A tale of fated mates, forbidden love, and a princess rising from the ashes of despair.

Seraphina was the greatest mage of her generation. Then she saw her future: betrayed, broken, and left for dead. She woke up with a new plan: do absolutely nothing. Trip on flat floors. Cry magical floods. Tell professors her only goal is "three meals and eight hours of sleep." Let Elara steal her glory. Let the system target someone else. She just wants to nap. But no one will let her fail. The strictest professor calls her breakdown "enlightenment." The potion genius turns her scribbles into "divine wisdom." The more she acts like trash, the more they worship her. She didn't choose to be a legend. She chose to be useless. Why is that so hard?

The only thing more dangerous than the game is the man guarding the crease. Lyon Navarro has spent his entire career tearing down the San Diego Stormbreakers. As the city's most ruthless journalist, he's made an art form out of exposing the Alphas' volatile tempers and their scandalous lives off the rink. He's the man they love to hate-until a desperate management team offers him the biggest paycheck of his life to fix their image. The assignment? Tame the six most notorious werewolves in the league. But Lyon isn't just dealing with professional athletes; he's stepping into a den of apex predators who have been waiting for him to cross their territory. And they have no intention of playing nice. Rafael Stone, the team's intense, iron-willed captain, has made one thing clear: if Lyon wants to manage the pack, he's going to have to survive them. But between the locker room tension, the high-stakes pressure of the season, and the way the pack's gazes feel like a physical brand on his skin, Lyon realizes he's no longer just reporting the story-he's the one being hunted. In a world of adrenaline, cold ice, and raw, lupine desire, Lyon is about to discover that the line between enemy and lover is thinner than a skate blade. Six Alphas. One PR strategist. And a season that's about to get very, very hot. Beyond the Ice is a high-stakes, slow-burn MM hockey werewolf romance. Expect intense power dynamics, sizzling tension, and a pack that doesn't just want to win the cup-they want to claim their man.