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I couldn't sleep. Again. The third night this week Alexander hadn't come home before midnight. His excuses were always the same—late meetings, client dinners, unexpected conference calls with Tokyo. I'd smile, nod, and pretend I believed him. Tonight, I decided to check the security footage. Not because I suspected anything—or perhaps because I'd been suspecting everything but couldn't bear to confirm it. My fingers trembled slightly as I navigated through the penthouse security system on my laptop. The living room, kitchen, hallway... all empty.

The scent of chamomile and lavender filled the kitchen as I stirred the herbal broth. Today marked the anniversary of Nova's pup's death, and I'd spent hours preparing this soothing concoction for the pack elders. The steam rose in gentle waves, carrying the calming aroma throughout the pack house. "It should help with their nerves," I murmured to myself, carefully checking the temperature. As Luna, it was my duty to care for the pack's wellbeing, even if that meant working in the shadows while Nova received all of Waylen's attention. The kitchen door creaked open behind me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was—the sickly sweet scent of Nova's Omega pheromones always preceded her. "Phoebe," she said, her voice eerily calm. "What are you doing?" I turned with a gentle smile, the one I'd perfected over eight years of marriage to an Alpha who barely noticed me. "Just preparing some herbal broth for the elders.

Saige has been running from her past for two long years, always on the lookout for a place where she can finally be safe. She's a survivor of domestic violence and her experience has made it impossible for her to trust anyone. One day, when she's least expecting it, she meets an alpha wolf shifter, who seems to be everything she ever wanted. Rich, handsome, and powerful, he appears to be the knight in shining armor that Saige has always dreamed of. But soon enough, she realizes that he's a monster in disguise, and her nightmare only gets worse. Saige thinks she's doomed to suffer forever, until she meets three mysterious men who have dark secrets of their own. With their help, Saige begins to feel safe for the first time in years, and she starts to believe that she can finally outrun her past. But as they journey together, Saige and her protectors soon realize that their troubles are far from over. They are being hunted by a dangerous enemy, and their survival depends on their ability to fight back. As Saige fights to stay alive, she must confront her demons and come to terms with her painful past. Only then can she truly begin to heal and find the happiness she's been searching for all along.

Tomiwa thought she was just taking a job but she walked into a mansion full of secrets. Working for billionaire Chinedu Obiakor was supposed to be simple, but nothing about her new life is ordinary. Caught between duty, danger, and desire, Tomiwa finds herself torn between protecting a deadly secret and falling for the man she should fear the most. A powerful, slow-burn romance full of drama, betrayal, and forbidden love.

For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna. I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta. "I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her." He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him. I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate. But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega. I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone. "The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."

I was the Luna of Blood Moon Pack. For seven years, I devoted everything to my Alpha, Jasper. I gave up pieces of myself to become the perfect Luna, the perfect wife, and the perfect mother. I believed love and loyalty would always be enough. I was wrong. One night, I returned home to find my husband in bed with another woman. Worse, my five-year-old son called her “Mommy” while looking at me like a stranger. Before I could even process the betrayal, tragedy struck again—my parents were brutally murdered, and when I begged my mate for help, he turned his back on me. That was the night I died. At least, that's what everyone believes. I left my old life behind, faked my death, and disappeared into the shadows. While Jasper built a new family with the woman who stole everything from me, I uncovered secrets far darker than infidelity—secrets tied to my parents’ murder, my hidden identity, and a destiny no one ever told me about. Now, I’m no longer the obedient Luna they discarded. I’m coming back stronger, deadlier, and ready to make every person who betrayed me pay the price. And when the truth finally comes out, they’ll learn one thing: Never underestimate a Luna with nothing left to lose.

I am Zoe, Luna of the Frostpine Pack—or at least I used to be. The day I nearly died giving birth to my son should have been the happiest day of my life. Instead, my mate, Alpha Kevin, chose his first love over me. While I bled on an operating table, he gave my doctors, my blood supply, and even my recovery room to Bella—the woman who once abandoned him and suddenly returned carrying another man's child. When Kevin accused me of crimes I never committed and stood silently while Bella stole everything that belonged to the Luna, something inside me finally broke. I took my newborn son and disappeared into the fog, leaving behind the pack, my title, and the mate bond that had chained me to heartbreak. But freedom comes with a price. As Kevin desperately hunts for me, dark secrets begin to surface. Bella's return was never an accident, and the betrayal runs deeper than anyone imagined. Meanwhile, in a distant territory, a powerful Alpha named David offers me something I thought I'd lost forever—respect, protection, and a chance to heal. Now Kevin wants me back. The truth has finally opened his eyes. The problem? Some realizations come too late. And when an Alpha chooses his first love over his Luna, he may lose her forever.

Synopsis: Diana, a twenty-nine year old brilliant young lady and a successful fashion designer. She was grateful she had been able to achieve everything she had without any support.  But there was a void inside of her. She wanted to get married.  She couldn't bear the fact of entering into the big chapter thirty without a life partner. She met David at a business conference meeting. He asked for her number.   She hesitated thinking he wasn't going to stay like the others. She decided to give him a chance and went on a first date with him only to realise that he was serious and wanted to marry her.  What Diana didn't know was that David was pretending all along. He was never interested in her as a person.  During a public awards ceremony, David brings Eleanor, a celebrity who is his new business partner, onto the stage. He dedicates his award to her, claiming she was the "sole inspiration" for his success.  Later that night, he tells Diana that he has already signed the divorce papers. His cold dismissal shatters her, but in the aftermath, a clear-headed determination sets in.

Ciel rushed to the VIP hospital suite, terrified by an "urgent" text about her husband's grandmother. Instead, she found her billionaire husband, Dion, tenderly comforting his mistress, Baylie. Dion threw a separation agreement on the table, demanding Ciel take the public blame for his infidelity and leave with nothing. "Sign it," Dion sneered, "or tomorrow morning, every sordid detail of your time in the foster system will be on the front page." He threatened her with her sealed childhood records—the deepest, most painful trauma she had guarded with her life. The cruelty didn't stop there. To protect his mistress's fraudulent charity, Dion used his corporate power to get Ciel suspended from her law firm. Worse, just to punish Ciel, he deliberately funded a known domestic abuser, giving the monster the financial power to take away the children of Ciel's only pro bono client. For three years, Ciel had been a silent, obedient wife. She had endured his coldness, even foolishly hoping for the anniversary diamond necklace that she ultimately saw sparkling around Baylie's neck. How could the man who once vowed to protect her weaponize her deepest scars and destroy innocent lives just to prove he could? But the despair finally burned down to ash. Ciel didn't cry or beg. She calmly left the antique wedding ring on his pillow, shredded their only wedding photo, and completely erased her digital footprint from his world. When Dion finally realized what he had lost, the game had already changed.

Hope worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street, enduring daily humiliation from her boss just to be her mother's golden ticket out of poverty. But when a severe kidney infection left her bleeding and collapsing in the middle of a boardroom presentation, her boss didn't call an ambulance. He slammed his hand on the table, publicly accused her of popping pills like a junkie, and threw her out of the building. Dragging her agonizing, feverish body back home, Hope desperately needed a mother's comfort. Instead, the moment her mother heard she had lost her six-figure job, the woman's face contorted with pure rage. She didn't care that Hope's kidneys were failing; she grabbed a heavy glass ashtray and hurled it directly at Hope's head. "You threw away a six-figure job? You threw away our ticket out of this dump?!" The glass shattered against the wall, slicing Hope's bare leg open. For twenty-nine years, Hope had sacrificed her health, her dignity, and her sanity to be the perfect daughter. She didn't understand why her life was only worth the paycheck she brought home, or why her own mother would rather see her dead than unemployed. Looking at the blood dripping down her calf, the guilt that had chained her for a lifetime suddenly vanished. She pulled out her phone and hit send on a brutally honest resignation email to her toxic boss. Then, she opened a text from the intimidating, billionaire doctor who had treated her at the clinic—the only man who had ever told her she was a fighter. She packed her bags and walked out the door. This time, she was going to live for herself.

The morning light filtered through the curtains of our bedroom, casting golden streaks across the empty space beside me. My hand reached out instinctively, searching for the warmth that should have been there, but found only cold sheets that hadn't been disturbed since I'd gone to bed alone. Four years. Today marked four years since Jason and I had completed our mating ceremony under the full moon, when he'd whispered promises of forever against my neck as his mark settled into my skin. I touched the spot now, feeling the slight raised scar that bound us together, and tried to remember the last time it had brought me anything but pain. The shower down the hall told me he was already up, probably preparing for another day of avoiding me. I slipped from bed and padded to the kitchen, where I'd spent hours yesterday preparing his favorite breakfast – blueberry pancakes with maple syrup from the trees on our territory's northern border. The batter sat in the refrigerator, untouched, while the coffee maker gurgled to life. Jason appeared in the doorway as I was plating the pancakes, his dark hair still damp from his shower. He looked every inch the Alpha he was – broad shoulders filling out his fitted shirt, commanding presence that made the air itself seem to bend around him.

The sound of Emma's scream cut through the afternoon air like a blade through silk, freezing every wolf on the training grounds. I dropped the ceremonial robes I'd been mending and ran toward the commotion, my Luna instincts screaming that something was terribly wrong. Emma lay crumpled on the ground, her fifteen-year-old body twisted at an unnatural angle. Blood pooled beneath her head, dark against the packed earth. Senior warrior Marcus stood frozen above her, his face pale with shock. "What happened?" I demanded, falling to my knees beside my daughter. Her breathing was shallow, erratic. When I touched her neck to check her pulse, my fingers came away sticky with blood. "The training exercise went wrong," Marcus stammered. "She was supposed to dodge, but—" His voice cracked.

Whimpering, my eyes followed the click sound of the pen in his hand, and he laughed and pocketed it when he saw the direction my eyes had gone. "There's no need to be scared, little girl. I'll make sure you don't remember anything." I shuddered and fingered the pen, the same one I'd just seen in my memory, when the sound of footstep alerted me I was about to be found out. ***************************************************************************************** I married my father's suspected killer. I planned to expose him and get my revenge, not fall for him. Danielle Morgan is obsessed with one mission: to catch the man who murdered her father. Her investigation points to Jonathan Carter, a powerful CEO with secrets as cold as his smile. To uncover the truth, Danielle does the unthinkable: she marries him. But Jonathan isn't just hiding a dark past, he's hiding behind a wall even she can't seem to break. As danger closes in, Danielle must choose between justice and a love she never expected. What happens when the hunter falls for her prey? A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with lies, passion, and deadly secrets.

I stood at the gala, clutching my belly, waiting to tell Alpha Gabe about our child. I was the pack's "Wolfless" orphan, but I was his fated mate. Surely, an heir would change everything. But under the spotlight, Gabe didn't call my name. He wrapped his arm around Harper, a wealthy heiress, and announced she was carrying the future Alpha. When I screamed the truth, he didn't just deny me—he looked at me with pure disgust. "You are a genetic dead end," he spat. "Do not mistake my kindness for affection." They didn't exile me. They dragged me to the basement. First, they planned to steal my baby for Harper. Then, when jealousy rotted her mind, they decided to kill it. My own foster parents held me down, having sold me to clear their debts, while a doctor approached with a silver scalpel. "It's a Rogue mistake," Gabe said, watching me struggle against the straps. "End it." With seconds left, I begged for one final phone call. I dialed the number on an old, yellowed card I'd hidden for years. Gabe laughed, thinking I was calling a friend. But when the voice on the other end spoke, the room shook with an aura that forced the Alpha to his knees. "I am Antony Dean, the Lycan King," the voice roared through the speaker. "And I am ten minutes away." Gabe had rejected a nobody. He didn't know he had just declared war on the Princess of the Royal Pack.

I borrowed my wealthy best friend's identity to seduce Colonel Ethan Christensen. He was the powerful uncle of my ex-boyfriend, Kayden, who had brutally dumped me for a rich heiress. My revenge plan worked too well. Ethan fell deeply in love with my fake persona and proposed. But then he handed me a thick envelope: a top-secret military background check requiring fingerprints and ten years of history. My fake identity was about to be shattered. I faced federal fraud charges and prison time. More than that, the guilt was eating me alive. Ethan wasn't a pawn; he was a genuinely honorable man who promised to protect me. Terrified and exhausted by the lies, I typed out a full confession, ready to tell him everything and walk away. But right before I hit send, Kayden's new fiancée called to gloat about their engagement. Through the phone, I heard Kayden's voice, lazily mocking my low status. "Tell her to stay home. Tell her to find someone on her own level in the gutter." The rage burned away all my guilt. Why should I be the bigger person while they destroyed my life without a second thought? I deleted the confession and called my friend to hire a black-market hacker. I needed a flawless, forged background in forty-eight hours. I am going to marry Ethan Christensen, and I am going to smile when Kayden is forced to call me "Aunt."

I was curled up on our living room sofa, scrolling through my phone with one hand while absently stirring my tea with the other. Benson had left for Seattle yesterday morning—another business trip, his third this month. He'd be gone for three days, meeting with potential clients for the new venture he'd been working on. "Keep track of your cycle, Aura," he'd said just before leaving. "I downloaded that app you like—MoonCycle. It'll help us plan better." I smiled at the memory. Three years of marriage, and Benson still surprised me with his thoughtfulness. He was always so considerate, remembering the little things that mattered to me. I opened the app, more out of habit than anything else. The interface was familiar—pink and white, with little icons marking each phase of my cycle.

The vial glinted in the soft candlelight of Carson's private chambers, its amber glass catching the flame's dance as I turned it between my fingers. Empty, like the dozen others I'd discovered hidden beneath a false panel in his wardrobe. Each one meticulously labeled with the names of fertility herbs—the same ones I'd been drinking daily for months in hopes of conceiving an heir. But something wasn't right. I brought one to my nose, detecting a faint bitter residue that didn't match the sweet scent of the fertility tonics I'd been consuming. My stomach knotted as I collected the vials into my skirt, the glass clinking softly against my trembling hands. "Your Majesty!" The physician's voice cracked when I confronted him in his chambers, the empty vials arranged accusingly on his workbench. "I—I don't know what you mean." "Don't lie to me, Geoffrey." My voice remained steady despite the rage building inside me. "These held my fertility tonics, yet they smell of something else entirely." His eyes darted to the door as if seeking escape. The man who had treated my ailments for two years now couldn't meet my gaze.

She was never meant to be his Luna—just his mistake. On the night of Alpha Kael’s ascension party, one drunken error changed everything. Mistaking Aria, a mere maid, for his fiancée, he spent the night with her… and sealed a fate neither of them could undo. What was meant to remain a secret didn’t stay buried for long. When Aria discovered she was pregnant, the truth spread through the pack like wildfire, destroying Kael’s engagement to his true love, Vivienne. Heartbroken and consumed by rage, the once warm Alpha turned cold… cruel… and unforgiving. Forced to take responsibility, Kael claimed Aria as his mate and made her Luna. But to him, she was nothing more than a living reminder of his greatest mistake. When tragedy struck and Aria lost her child, Kael’s words cut deeper than any blade: “Why should I mourn a mistake?” Still, Aria clung to hope—believing that one day, giving him an heir might earn her his love. Until the day everything shattered. On the day Aria discovered she was pregnant again, the woman who was supposed to be his Luna returned. And she didn't come back alone. She was carrying his heir too. And hers... wasn't a mistake

After the accidental murder of the first wife, the Clyde's family hired another, to continue Ryker's mission for an heir. Samantha Houston, chosen to be Ryker's bride, had a fling with a strange man on her wedding Eve. But on her wedding day, he showed up as Ryker's brother, Ryan, the youngest son of the Clyde's family. Samantha, now entangled in the chains of the two brothers, will do everything to keep her dangerous secret affair forever,else risks losing her life like her counterpart. Will she succeed?

I was accused of pushing my sister down the stairs, facing a highly publicized second-degree murder charge. My billionaire husband, Lachlan, insisted on a private psychiatric evaluation. I thought he was trying to build a medical defense to save me. But through a cracked door, I overheard the psychiatrist talking to Lachlan's crisis PR team. Lachlan had bribed the doctor to officially diagnose me with severe paranoid schizophrenia. The plan was flawless. They were going to involuntarily lock me in an asylum and strip me of my voting rights to steal my trust fund. Worse, Lachlan's team leaked my clinic photos to the press, using my "violent mental breakdown" to perfectly cover up his midnight hotel rendezvous with a Hollywood starlet. I was forced to swallow heavy sedatives while the entire world labeled me a crazy, toxic wife. As the chemical fog dragged me into terrifying nightmares, I realized this family had always used me as their scapegoat, just like my adoptive mother did when I was a child. They thought the drugs, the public ruin, and the isolation would break me into quiet submission. But I secretly recorded the doctor's corrupt phone call. I went home, uploaded my million-dollar custom wedding dress to an auction site for exactly one dollar, and prepared to expose the Langley family's deadliest, bloodiest secret.

The grandfather clock in the foyer strikes seven, each chime a hammer blow to my chest. Three years. Three years ago today, I stood in a church filled with white roses and believed I'd found forever. I adjust the camera settings one more time, checking the aperture for the hundredth time. The dining room table gleams under candlelight—I spent two hours polishing it until I could see my reflection. The roasted duck sits perfectly plated, its skin crackling and golden. Everything is perfect. Everything has to be perfect. The front door opens. My heart leaps.

Ellie Whitmore thought being Luna meant safety for her and her son—but everything shattered the night Alpha Chris Ravenscroft arrived with another woman on his arm… wearing Ellie’s Luna chain. Stripped of her title, banished to the shadows, Ellie watches as her husband publicly claims his true mate and prepares to replace her son with a hidden heir. But when her child falls mysteriously ill—his blood laced with silver—Ellie realizes this isn’t just betrayal. It’s an execution in slow motion. Now, she must protect her son from the Alpha who once vowed to cherish them… before he kills to crown another.

"Fuck! I can smell your arousal___I know you want me as much I as want you, so do not defy me!" Yes, I was aroused by this man, by my mate, but it was the first time for me, I was scared. " You are still untouched?" " Yes, I have never even been kissed before," He groaned at my answer. Abigail Monroe was reduced to a pack slave after her parents were sentenced to death as traitors of the Glow Star pack, she underwent torture and pains at the hands of her pack, but on that faithful day her wolf Shira smelt their mate, an arrogant, possessive, and wealthy Alpha of the biggest pack in the country. Abigail feared rejection at his hand, nonetheless, she was unexpectedly accepted by him, and even against all odds he carried her out of that hell of a pack and brought her back to his pack. The Outlaw pack where Abigail is loved by only a few people. When she believes the Moon Goddess has finally shone light upon her life, yet maligned fate ensures that love turns to dust and is snatched away from her, leaving her in a world of dilemma once more. Abigail embarks on a mission to get revenge on everyone responsible for the ruination of her life, both old and new adversaries must get a taste of their own medicine in this journey for the passion of Revenge.

Elisa Ferguson and Ray Schmidt had shared everything—from their days in the Shadowfang Pack’s training grounds to the moment they began planning their mate ceremony. But on the eve of their marking, Ray was pronounced dead. Elisa wept until her body trembled, her wolf whining softly in the back of her mind. Yet, before her eyes, a bizarre stream of comments appeared, as if the Moon Goddess herself were mocking her grief. "Can someone tell the devastated Luna-to-be that he’s only pretending to be dead?" "Ray’s favorite influencer from the Moonclaw Pack ran off when she heard he was getting marked, so he faked his death to chase her around the globe. Elisa’s crying at his grave, while Gabriela’s sobbing in bed. It’s infuriating." "What a pity. When he returns from his fake demise, Elisa will be none the wiser and will happily mark him..." Two weeks later. News of Elisa’s arranged mate pairing with Westin Phillips, the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack, spread through the territory like wildfire. Ray’s friends, who were in on his deceit, hurried over to confront her.