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He was powerful. He was terrifying. He was huge. He had the whole world under his feet, the whole world within his grasp-but to him, she was his world, she meant everything. He was feared by all, but it only mattered that she was scared of him. He was worshipped by billions, yet he worshipped the very ground she walked on. His calloused hands were capable of ripping people apart, yet they only held her with tenderness and possessiveness. His claws ripped out throats, yet they only extended towards her to play with her curls. "For there will be one born from chaos, forged from the ruins and the ashes of the ages. He will be the chosen one, the one to host the darkness. He will be engraved with the lines of the goddesses' touch and the fates will bow to him. But he will be the one to bring forth the carnage, that will end the world's that began under his feet. His light, her darkness. Every darkness needs a light but his will be lost in the times. Betrothed to the darkness, one with it. The cycle will go on till the darkness finds the light, to be one eclipse. For at the end, blood will flow." She is everything he is not-soft where he is savage, defiant where he demands submission. Hidden all her life from the brutal world of Alphas and packs, she never imagined her destiny would be tied to the most dangerous man alive. But fate is cruel. Drawn together by an undeniable pull, their union sparks more than passion-it ignites war. Enemies rise, secrets unravel, and betrayal lurks where trust should be. As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, she becomes both his greatest weakness... and his only salvation.

Warning: Matured readers only. This book contains violence, explicit content, taboo affair, forbidden relationship and BDSM. It is intended for adults; 18 and above. "This is...wrong, you are my twin sister's mates." I stammered breathlessly, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as my body convulsed with the arrival of my fifth orgasm. ***** Betrayed by my mate and enduring a heartwrenching rejection, my world crumbled the day I was sold off to a vegetable Alpha to become a breeder. But things took a swift dark turn as the vegetable turned out to be not one, not two, but three savage, sinful, dominant forces. The rules were simple; No strings attached. Avoid eye contact. Speak only when spoken to. Produce the next heir. Disobedience meant swift death. Once all these were in place, hopefully, my freedom or death would be granted. Sticking to the rules was easy, until the rhapsody of an unforgettable night in the red room. A deadly mistake that blurred the line between loyalty and family. They were forbidden fruits, my twin sister's mates. But I couldn't get enough of their hungry tongues claiming my filthy mouth, their wandering hands ravaging my body, bending me in ungodly positions. Deliciously sinful. Once a naive virgin, now, a perfect good girl for their ruin. Like a magnet, their sinful voices pulled me to them dangerously, conquering my morals. When their voices go, "Spread your thighs for us, little dove." I responded with total submission to my masters. What was supposed to be a one-time mistake turned into a deadly secret obsession. But secrets don't stay buried forever...especially the ones laced with a curse...and my masters were hiding more than just their dark pasts. One deadly truth was capable of tearing us apart.

The silk nightgown felt cool against my skin as I stood beside Alexander in our wedding bed, the dim light casting shadows across his face. This was supposed to be our moment—the beginning of our marriage, however arranged it might be. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for him, heart pounding with a mixture of duty and something I couldn't quite name. "Alexander," I whispered, my voice barely audible even in the quiet of our bedroom. "I think we should—" The door burst open with a dramatic flourish. "！" I muttered under my breath, my body instantly tensing. Amani Russell stood in the doorway, her blonde hair perfectly styled despite the late hour, her red lips curved into what might have looked like a friendly smile to anyone who didn't know better. But I knew that smile. I'd seen it eight times already tonight. "Sorry to interrupt again!" she announced, not sounding sorry at all.

The key turned in the lock with a familiar click as I pushed open the door to our Manhattan apartment. The first thing that hit me was the scent—Michael's cologne mingled with something sweeter, more floral. A woman's perfume. Not mine. I stood in the entryway, my takeout bag from Wong's hanging from my fingertips, and listened. The sounds drifted from our bedroom—hushed giggles, the rustle of sheets, Michael's low murmur. A script I knew by heart. Six years of marriage had taught me what came next. I would walk in, find them together, and my world would shatter again. I would cry, scream, demand explanations I'd heard before.

Love is a second chance. But trust? That may be impossible. Andrei had given up on fate. Then he found her. Second-chance mates were a myth, a whisper of hope for those who had lost everything. Yet here she was—Sage, a miracle wrapped in pain and trauma. Haunted by the loss of his first mate, Andrei is a hardened Alpha, his hatred for rogues carved into his very soul. Sage is just as shattered as he is, scarred from years of captivity, her trust in the world broken beyond repair. Now she’s in his care, and neither know how to face what the Moon Goddess has given them. But hope arrives in the form of a small rogue boy named Jonah. Jonah doesn’t know the weight of Andrei’s past or the ghosts haunting Sage. All he knows is that the scary Alpha and the quiet, broken woman are his only chance at a home. Andrei knows he should send the boy away. Rogues are a danger to his pack. But Jonah has already done the impossible—softened Sage’s defenses. And, if Andrei isn’t careful, he might just crack his own heart wide open. But hope is a dangerous thing. And trouble follows the boy like a shadow. Jonah may be the key to healing them both or the reason their fragile second chance falls apart forever.

The Silverfang Pack House loomed ahead like a fortress carved from stone and ambition. I'd traveled three days down from the mountain sanctuary where my family had lived for generations, where the air smelled of pine and healing herbs, where the old ways still mattered. My grandfather's words echoed in my mind as the car pulled up to the entrance: "Trust your nose, Camilla. It never lies." I'm Camilla Wells, last of the mountain Healers, and I was here to fulfill a treaty older than my grandmother's grandmother. To become Luna to an Alpha I'd never met. The Beta who greeted me wasn't Alexander. Marcus Thompson barely glanced at me as he gestured toward the entrance. "You're late. The ceremony starts in an hour." "The roads were—" "Save it." He turned on his heel, expecting me to follow. As we walked through the hallways, something hit me.

I spent a decade as Ashton Maxwell' s shadow, building his empire and warming his bed, only for him to announce his engagement to a senator's daughter right in front of me. When assassins struck that night, he didn't just choose her; he used my body as a human shield against a grenade and then shot me himself to prove his loyalty to her family. I survived, reinvented myself as Grecia Munoz, and returned to burn his world to the ground, eventually forcing him to hand over his entire empire in a desperate plea for forgiveness. He promised to disappear so I could find peace with a kind doctor named Garrick. But Ashton' s definition of love was a sickness. To "protect" me from what he called a weakness, he secretly destroyed Garrick' s career and reputation, driving the only innocent man I ever loved to jump off a bridge. He thought this would drive me back into his arms, into the safety of the monster he created. Instead, I drove to the Hamptons, to the pristine dream home he had built for our future. He knelt before me, begging for understanding, claiming he did it all for us. I didn't offer forgiveness. I raised the pistol he had once given me, aimed at the heart I had already broken, and ended the nightmare once and for all.

I used to devote everything to Natalie-working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family's influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I'd never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

Ace Suarez, a man who built an empire on cold control, was convinced his wife had betrayed him. He stormed into a Brooklyn warehouse, ready to destroy her, only to see a woman in a silk robe with a man who called her "sweetheart." Blind with rage, he didn't check her face—he didn't need to. He assumed the worst, filed for divorce, and retreated to his glass office, leaving his wife to face the ruins of a life she didn't know was ending. But the coincidence was too perfect. His new assistant, Delinda Howell, lived in that same building. She was quiet, efficient, and bore the exact same name as the woman he had just discarded. I was left wondering, was this a cruel twist of fate, or had he destroyed the wrong woman in his arrogance? Now, as the divorce papers are finalized, Ace begins to notice the assistant he once treated as nothing, and the suffocating realization hits him: the woman he fired, abused, and erased might be the very same one standing right outside his door.

The Spencer Group's annual gala was always a spectacle, but tonight it felt different. The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel glittered with chandeliers and the polished smiles of New York's tech elite. I stood beside Caspian, my hand resting protectively over my five-month pregnant belly, feeling the gentle flutter of our child beneath my fingertips. "Ready for our big announcement?" Caspian whispered, his breath warm against my ear. His hand squeezed mine, and for a moment, I felt that familiar surge of pride in what we'd built together over ten years. "More than ready," I replied, smiling up at him. "The Stardust chip is going to revolutionize everything." The room hushed as Caspian approached the podium. I took my place beside him, my navy gown stretching comfortably over my growing bump. This was supposed to be our moment—the culmination of months of secret development, the crowning achievement of our partnership. "Thank you all for coming tonight," Caspian began, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room.

They call Marcus Chen a god-killer. A thief. An abomination. The truth? He's the only mortal who survived when Ares died on top of him, bleeding divinity into his veins. Now every pantheon in Chicago wants him dead before he finishes transforming into something that shouldn't exist, a god born from human flesh. Marcus has three days before execution. Three days to control the power that's burning him alive. Three days to expose the real conspiracy behind Ares's murder. The old gods ruled for millennia. Marcus Chen might be the last god they ever fear.

My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.

On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband- She was pregnant. But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce. His fated mate had returned. Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega. Just as she prepared to leave alone- The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?

“I don't want an interview Mr Cross. I want you exposed.” Lexi Carter is a struggling journalist working for The Daily Buzz, a bottom-tier tabloid that survives on celebrity scandals. Her job is to stalk the rich and famous, dig up dirt and sell their secrets to the highest bidder. But when she’s assigned to trail Lucian Cross, the notoriously private and devastatingly gorgeous CEO of Cross Media Entertainment, she meets her match. Lucian is used to people wanting a piece of him for his money, his power, or his fame, but when he catches Lexi sneaking around him again and again, he’s intrigued. Instead of having her arrested, he offers her a deal: “Write flattering pieces about me, and I will give you exclusive access to my world.”  Lexi hates him. His arrogance, his smirk, the way he controls everything. But she agrees because she needs the paycheck. Now, she’s torn between destroying him or saving him, and worse, she’s falling for the man she was supposed to ruin! Will she betray him by releasing his darkest secret and save her father? Or risk everything for the man who stole her heart? Find out more in the story!

The sacred grounds of the Shadowclaw Pack glowed under the waxing moon as I stood at the altar, my white ceremonial gown whispering against the cool night air. My heart hammered against my ribs—not from fear, but from the weight of what this moment meant. The future of both our packs rested on this union. "Are you ready?" Elder Morris asked, his weathered face solemn as he held the ancient binding scroll. I nodded, my fingers instinctively touching my throat where Jake's mark would soon be placed. "I am." The crowd of both Crescent Moon and Shadowclaw wolves fell silent as Jake approached, his Alpha aura rippling through the clearing. He looked every bit the future Alpha in his formal attire, though something in his eyes seemed distant tonight. "By the power of the Moon Goddess," Elder Morris began, "we gather to witness the joining of two bloodlines, two packs, two souls—" A commotion erupted at the edge of the gathering. Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd as a figure pushed through the assembled wolves. "Stop!" The voice was female, desperate and breathless.

The first time I died, it was from a cancer my mother couldn' t afford. My father, who had left us for his wealthy mistress, refused to pay for my treatment. In a desperate attempt to save me, my mother tried to sell her kidney on the black market. She was scammed and left to die in an alley. She died of an infection a week before I finally succumbed to the cancer, alone in a hospital bed. I' ll never forget him telling my begging mother that his new family had expenses, handing her a few hundred dollars as if she were trash. Then, I opened my eyes. I was fourteen again, healthy, watching the divorce happen all over again. My father looked at me, expecting me to choose my mother. "Blake," he said, "you' ll have to choose who you want to live with." I remembered the hunger, the cold, and my mother' s broken body. I met her tear-filled eyes, my own heart shattering. "I choose Dad."

On what should be her perfect wedding day, Carolina watches her new husband Wyatt rush to comfort his sister-in-law Betty—his touch too intimate, his concern too deep. As wine stains her bridal gown and family dinners become battlegrounds, Carolina uncovers a truth more twisted than her nightmares.

He is arrogant. He is powerful. People around me call him Alpha. And he has a secret. ---------- Broken and betrayed, Ella Merlyn Scott moved to a small town with her mother to forget her past and move on. She transferred to the town's university, wherein she met him. Blaze Matthew Reese, a soon to be Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack an arrogant, conceited jerkface whom Ella hate. But everything changed when she discovered his secret.

In my past life, I swallowed a handful of pills because my billionaire husband, Holt, treated me like invisible decoration, and my ex-lover, Cary, promised me a way out. But as I lay choking on my own vomit in a burning Brooklyn warehouse, the brutal truth was finally revealed. Cary was just using me to drain Holt's assets, and the mastermind behind my tragic downfall was my best friend of ten years, Lilith. She had spent years feeding my insecurities, convincing me that suicide was my only escape, just so she could use my death to humiliate my husband and steal his empire. When Holt rushed into the flames to save me, they shot him dead. His blood soaked my dress as Cary and Lilith walked away with everything we owned. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand it. Why did my best friend want me dead? Who were the shadowy backers funding their betrayal, and why did they hate my husband so much? Opening my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom, the lethal pills still sitting on my nightstand. The pathetic, weeping socialite died in that fire. I calmly flushed the pills down the toilet, opened my laptop to awaken my hidden intelligence network, and prepared to destroy them all.

Year eight of marriage, Roger's mistress outside was about to give birth. The day I found out, I printed out the divorce papers and moved out of the villa. Roger looked at me, reluctance in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I will definitely find a way to compensate you." Others said I was too petty. What man doesn't stray? As long as it doesn't threaten your position, just endure it. What's the big deal? What do they mean, "endure it"? I refused. I always remembered how, back then, to marry him, I had given up the job offer I'd secured. Roger had even knelt before his parents for three days and three nights. "Fine. Want to compensate me? Then I want you to kneel before my door for three days and three nights too. After all, one should see things through from beginning to end."

I gave up the front seat without being asked. Not exactly. Liam asked — but the way he asked made it clear there was only one acceptable answer. He leaned close while the others were loading bags into the SUV, his voice low and careful, the way it got when he needed something and didn't want to call it a favor. 'Alitzel should probably ride up front. For the deal. You understand.' I understood. I moved to the back without a word. He didn't thank me. He was already turning toward Maximo Salazar, hand extended, smile wide, the version of Liam that existed only when someone useful was watching.

After I packed my bags, I was ready to leave the Silver Moon Pack territory for good. Unexpectedly, Briar grabbed my arm, his grip firm, almost possessive. "I’m talking to you, didn’t you hear me?" His voice was sharp, the tone of a Beta accustomed to obedience. I wrenched my arm away, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "Did you hear what I said? I said we’re done. The mate bond is over. Whether anyone else wants me is none of your concern." He let out a harsh laugh, his golden eyes glinting with disbelief. "I know you too well, Aviana. Every time we argue, you pull that face, but just one sweet word from me, and you’re all smiles again.

I fell for Kade Livingston, the campus king. To protect his family's reputation, he asked me to be his "shield," making me endure vicious bullying and even a kidnapping as a supposed test of my love. I endured it all, until his fragile stepsister, Dani, stole my most personal work—a photography series honoring my late mother. She didn't just steal it; she twisted my art into a grotesque, pornographic mockery of her memory. When I tried to expose her, Kade destroyed all my evidence. He then had me kidnapped and beaten, leaving me for dead, all to protect his stepsister's crime and hide the twisted nature of their bond. Lying bruised in a hospital bed, I finally understood. He never loved me. I was just a disposable pawn in his family's sick game. My disguise as a plain student, meant to keep me safe, had only made me a target for her jealousy. But they made one fatal mistake. They thought they were destroying Holly Erickson, a quiet, unremarkable girl. They had no idea they were messing with K.B. Barry, the secretly world-famous author with the power to ruin them all. Today, at the photography competition where they plan to celebrate their crime, I will make my first-ever public appearance and show them what happens when you break a queen.

Emily's life was already planned-obedient daughter, perfect fiancée, quiet future. Then she crossed the wrong line. Adrian Carter is everything she shouldn't want-her fiancé's uncle, a ruthless billionaire, and a man who sees straight through her carefully built facade. One night changes everything. And Adrian has no intention of letting her go.