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Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

The Ritz-Carlton suite smelled of expensive leather and lies. I stood in the doorway, my equipment case weighing down my shoulder, staring at the woman lounging on the velvet chaise where Landon should have been. Charli Alvarez. His secretary. Her dark hair spilled over her bare shoulder, and she wore nothing but a silk robe that gaped open just enough to be deliberate. "Valerie!" She smiled, wide and bright. "Come in, come in. Landon told me you'd be punctual." My fingers tightened on the case handle. "Where is he?" "Business emergency." She waved a manicured hand dismissively. "He asked me to fill in.

Joyce, a prodigious inventor, never imagined she would be interested in anything beyond her research. That was until she met Zayne, a remarkably talented individual, at the research facility. She believed she had found true love and pursued him with all her heart, eventually achieving her dream. However, within a few years, Zayne encountered someone else who ignited his desire for a challenge-an elusive and captivating individual. Just as Joyce had once pursued him, he now pursued this new interest relentlessly, even at the cost of hurting her. After numerous betrayals and schemes, Joyce's heart finally broke. She decided to divorce and leave the research facility. Only then did Zayne realize he had been nothing more than a mere tool in someone else's game. Desperate to win her back, he discovered that Joyce had already found new happiness with someone else...

The pack house hummed with excitement, silver and moonstone decorations adorning every corner as preparations for tomorrow's mating ceremony reached their final stages. I ran my fingers over the delicate lace of my ceremonial Luna gown one last time before carefully hanging it in my wardrobe. The dress was everything I'd dreamed of—ivory silk embroidered with tiny moonstones that would catch the light as Alexander and I completed our bond under tomorrow night's full moon. My wolf, Willow, purred contentedly within me. *Soon we'll be officially bound to our mate forever,* she whispered in my mind. "Forever," I murmured aloud, a smile playing on my lips as I closed the wardrobe door. I crossed my private chamber, my bare feet silent against the polished wooden floor. The room smelled of the moonpetal flowers I'd arranged in crystal vases earlier—their sweet, delicate scent a traditional blessing for Luna-to-be. Alexander had always said he loved how I made our pack house feel like a true home. A flash of white on my writing desk caught my eye—an unmarked envelope that hadn't been there when I'd left to check on the ceremony preparations.

Betrayed By One Now Wanted by The Formidable Kings! His Betrayal! On the dawn of her wedding day, Ember’s life is thrown upside down as she is falsely accused of being behind the death of the Alpha, but while in prison, she discovers that her mate, alongside her best friend, had planned all this out to get rid of her and her unborn child. Her Second Chance! Upon escaping as a way to protect her children, she is soon caught by her raging mate; on her knees. A shot rings out, causing her to let out a scream, clenching her tummy before missing a step and falling down the cliff. For the sake of her kids, she begs to be saved. Her prayers but in the form of her second-chance mates…The rumored, feared, and ruthless Lycan Kings of the south. Her Revenge! It almost seemed like it was her second chance to make the man that had caused her pain bleed…Seeing that the Grey brothers, her second chance mates, will set the world ablaze for a mere scratch on their mate, she soon becomes an unbeatable force…One whose mission was to ruin Bloodhound Pack…she wouldn’t heed straight on but rather start from the most minor factor and pull her strings. *** Two Lycan kings with a despicable past that would make anyone normal run far away and several maniac exes—the man who had attempted to kill her. A stranger appears from nowhere, claiming he was betrothed to her, and also holds the key to unlocking a part of her that was lost a long time ago. Vowing not to let the fates run her life, will she be able to make the right decision before it ruins other lives? Including hers?

He rejected me in front of everyone. Now I'm the most powerful wolf alive-and he wants me back. I was nothing. The weakest wolf in my pack. Invisible. Until the day I discovered my fated mate was Daemon Blackthorne, the ruthless Alpha King. For one beautiful moment, I thought my life was about to change. Then he said those words: "I reject you." In front of everyone. Publicly. Without mercy. The rejection nearly killed me. But instead, it awakened something ancient inside me. Something that had been sleeping for nineteen years. I'm a Moon Wolf-the last of a bloodline thought extinct for centuries. The most powerful wolves to ever exist. Now silver light flows through my veins. I can heal with a touch. Command any wolf regardless of rank. And I bow to no one. I'm building my own pack, rising from servant to Alpha, becoming the warrior I was meant to be. Meanwhile, Daemon is losing his mind. His wolf is going feral without our mate bond. He's desperate to find me, to beg forgiveness. Too bad for him-I'm not that broken girl anymore. He rejected a weak omega. He'll spend forever groveling to a QUEEN. But when dark forces hunt me for my power, can I survive alone? And when Daemon shows up offering protection, can I trust the Alpha King who shattered my heart? A rejected mate romance featuring a groveling Alpha King, a heroine who refuses to stay down, steamy mate bond tension, and a second chance that must be earned. The Luna he rejected became the Queen he'll never deserve.

The tea tray was warm against my palms, and the baby kicked once, low and soft, like a small fist knocking from the inside. "Easy," I whispered, one hand drifting to the curve under my sweater. "I'm going. I'm going." The Burke house was too big for the sound of one person climbing stairs. Marble underfoot, a chandelier overhead that Sylas's mother had picked out a decade before I ever set foot in this place. I'd lived here three years. It still didn't feel like mine. Nothing in it did. Ophelia had left an hour ago. I could still smell her perfume on the banister — that sharp white-floral thing she wore like a flag planted in enemy territory.

Harper Cole spent five years being the perfect wife — only to be discarded on her anniversary for her best friend. Stripped of everything, she stood on a bridge at 2 a.m. and let herself fall. She should have died. Instead, she woke on a stone altar in a world of wolves and moonlit forests, face-to-face with Kael Thornvane — the most feared Alpha on the continent and the man who claims she's his prophesied mate. But being Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack isn't a fairy tale. Kael's rival Alphas see her as a weakness to exploit. His own council wants her exiled — or worse. And the mysterious mating mark spreading across Harper's skin is awakening abilities that could either save the pack or burn it to the ground. Harper didn't ask for a second life. She didn't ask for a mate whose touch sets her blood on fire. But she's done being the woman who signs away everything without a fight. This time, if someone wants to take what's hers, they'll have to go through her teeth and claws to get it.

Kiera Ashford thought her childhood hero would claim her as his mate, until he rejected her in the most brutal way possible. For fourteen years, Kiera endured mockery over her size. But she clung to one memory. The boy who saved her from drowning when she was eight. She believed that boy was Damon Thorne, her fated mate. But on the night destiny should have rewarded her, Damon shattered everything. He publicly humiliated her. Forced her to watch him bed five she-wolves. Then banished her from his pack. Broken and dying, Kiera fled into forbidden territory. Caden Blackwood found her there and claimed her as his second chance mate. But Caden is hiding deadly secrets. His bloodline is cursed. Every mate he claims dies within a year. And the corruption poisoning Kiera's body? Someone planted it there over a decade ago, turning her into a weapon designed to destroy the only person fighting to save her. Because nothing about Kiera's life has been coincidence. And the truth about who really saved her that day will either break the curse or doom them all.

The alarm on my phone buzzed at 5:47 AM, thirteen minutes before the rest of the Obsidian Shadow Pack would stir. I'd learned early that those thirteen minutes were mine—the only privacy I'd get all day. I sat up in the narrow bed, my fingers automatically reaching for the amber bottle on the nightstand. Three years, and the routine never changed. Two capsules, dry-swallowed, bitter on my tongue. "Vitamins," Beta Morris had called them when he'd pressed the first bottle into my trembling hands. "To keep you healthy for the Alpha's heir." Healthy. Right. I dressed quickly in the plain gray uniform all Omegas wore—shapeless, forgettable. The mirror above the sink showed a girl I barely recognized anymore.

He doesn't believe in love. He believes in ownership. Lucien Vale built his empire the same way he destroys his enemies-quietly, strategically, without mercy. To the world, he's the youngest billionaire in Europe. To those who cross him, he's something far darker. They call him The Devil in a Suit. When struggling art conservator Amara Rossi unknowingly restores a painting tied to one of Lucien's most dangerous secrets, she becomes collateral in a war she never saw coming. To protect her-and control the damage-Lucien does what he does best. He claims her. What begins as a contract meant to silence her turns into an obsession neither of them expected. Amara refuses to be owned. Lucien has never been denied. But behind Lucien's cold precision is a man forged by betrayal, raised in violence, and taught that love is a weakness exploited by enemies. And behind Amara's defiance is a woman who has spent her life surviving powerful men. Their chemistry is volatile. Their power dynamic intoxicating. Their connection? Terrifyingly real. Because the devil doesn't fall in love. He possesses. And when Lucien realizes he would burn empires for her, the question isn't whether he can keep Amara- It's whether she can survive being claimed by him.

The alarm's shrill cry cut through the Seattle morning like a blade, sending my pulse racing before my feet even hit the firehouse floor. Another day, another emergency. I grabbed my gear with practiced efficiency, the weight of my helmet familiar and comforting in my hands. "Kitchen fire at the Emerald Bay Hotel," Captain Rodriguez called out as we loaded into the truck. "Looks contained, but we need full evacuation protocol." I nodded, checking my equipment one final time. The Emerald Bay was one of Seattle's most luxurious hotels—all marble floors and crystal chandeliers. Rich people problems, I thought, but fire didn't discriminate between the wealthy and the working class. The truck's siren wailed as we wove through traffic, and I found myself absently twisting my engagement ring. Five days. In five days, I'd be walking down the aisle to marry Deandre West.

He never took care of me like he did to her. When our first born was contracted with AIDS, I knew whom to blame immediately. My husband, my mate broke my heart and still chose to stay with the woman who gave my child AIDS and dragged him through mud to his deathbed. But who was kicked out of the pack despite enduring all the pain? Me.

In a world where werewolves and humans shouldn't mix and werewolves were not allowed in human territory. Kaliyah, a 19 year old girl, raised by her cruel foster mom Kate who made her life a nightmare, finds herself confused and in pain. She's always felt different, there's this feeling she's been occasionally getting ever since she turned 18. She's always lived a life of fear and misery. But everything changed one night, because that was the night she met him, Alpha Levi. Her mate! Alpha of Moon luck pack, Levi had been longing for his mate for five years. Now that he's found her, she's hurt, traumatized and needs time to heal. He's possessive and protective over Kaliyah, her safety is his priority. He'll eliminate each of those who had inflicted pain on her.

I recount the chaos after the Flower Club closed. Mama and I waited for Jameson, but he bought out Yvonne instead. When we learned Mama was Meredith, the Rutledge pack's lost daughter, we found refuge. At a feast, Jameson-with pregnant Yvonne-slapped me, threw us in a pond, and mocked Mama. But Yvonne's secret as an old regime princess unraveled, and Jameson's complicity led to his exile. Mama became a healer, freeing herself from his shadow. Though Jameson begged for forgiveness, his cruelty left scars. I found peace in the Rutledge pack, watching Mama thrive.

🔞Explicit Content🔞 "Suck my c^ck, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair...use it only to make me cum." ****** Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact. She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering. Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise. A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy... a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden. Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her. Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all. Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal. What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair. And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez. A deal turns into obsession. Survival into desire. Desire into Hate. Hate into Love. That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake. Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her? Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?

Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave. He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man. By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him. Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave. This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

I smoothed the silk of my champagne-colored gown as another guest approached with congratulations. The Plaza Hotel ballroom glittered around me, crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over Manhattan's elite who had gathered to celebrate my engagement to Blake Morrison. Three years together, and tonight was supposed to be the culmination of our love story. "Victoria, darling, you look absolutely radiant," Mrs. Worthington gushed, air-kissing both my cheeks. "Though I must say, that necklace is quite... modest for such an occasion." I touched the simple pendant at my throat and smiled. "Thank you. I prefer understated pieces." What I couldn't say was that the "modest" piece was an antique diamond from my family's collection, worth more than Mrs. Worthington's entire jewelry box.

The rain pounded against my windshield as I drove back from the city, my wipers struggling to keep up with the downpour. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles whitening as I stared through the blur of water and headlights. Beside me sat a manila folder—my medical file—containing the words that would change everything: "early-stage brain tumor." I'd been diagnosed three days ago, but today's appointment had confirmed what I'd feared most. It was real. It was growing. And I was running out of time. "You can beat this, Mrs. Graham," Dr. Chen had said with that practiced smile doctors perfect for delivering devastating news. "But you'll need support.

Kaia was diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, with only three months left to live. She wanted to give up her family's entire trust fund just to have Gerrit play the role of a loving husband for her final days. But before she could show him the biopsy report, he looked at her with absolute disgust, declaring that their three-year marriage made him physically sick. He only loved Seraphina. To force Kaia out, Seraphina constantly framed her. When Seraphina faked a fall, Gerrit pushed Kaia so hard she tore her waist open on a glass table. When Kaia writhed in agonizing pain from her failing organs, he stood over her coldly, mocking her pathetic acting. Even when Gerrit finally discovered Seraphina had hired a fake stalker and maliciously burned Kaia's skin with boiling tea, he still chose to protect his mistress. "I already signed the divorce papers with Kaia. We are going to bury this story temporarily to protect the company." Hearing those words from behind the wall, the last shred of hope in Kaia's chest completely died. She had endured his cruelty for three years, only to realize his bias for another woman defied all logic and morality. Lying in the bathtub, coughing up mouthfuls of dark blood that turned the water crimson, Kaia picked up her phone and dialed her lawyer. "Julian, initiate the final plan." Since Gerrit despised her existence, she would make sure he never found her body.

The doctor's appointment had ended earlier than expected. Seven months pregnant and exhausted, I'd driven home through the afternoon drizzle, looking forward to nothing more than putting my swollen feet up and maybe feeling the baby kick while I rested. The house felt unusually quiet as I stepped through the front door, my keys jingling softly in the stillness. That's when I heard Jameson's voice drifting from his study—low, controlled, the tone he used for business calls that required absolute discretion. I paused at the bottom of the stairs, one hand instinctively moving to my rounded belly. Something in his voice made me freeze. "The old man's condition is deteriorating faster than expected," Jameson was saying, his words carrying clearly through the slightly open study door. "Good. That's exactly what we need." My blood turned to ice. The old man?

The day before the marking ceremony, I received intimate photos of my mate with another female. Dylan Rivera, the Delta heir to the Rivera Pack who always carried himself with aloof dignity, lay in bed enveloping someone else, captured in a tender moment. As I reviewed the photos of the two of them, their closeness unmistakable, I calmly asked Dylan for a rejection. Bianca Morrison, a Delta photographer at Dylan’s studio, called me, her voice quaking as she begged me not to be upset. "Amira, Dylan and I took these photos for work; don’t get the wrong idea." Meanwhile, Dylan murmured soft reassurances to someone else on the line. "Don’t worry, everything she has is because of the Rivera Pack. She has no right to be angry." I said nothing in response. I placed the rejection papers on the table and walked out without a backward glance. When Dylan entered the den, our eyes met just as I was leaving, suitcase in hand. He paused for a moment, a displeased expression flickering across his face as he held a picture frame.

The crate of wine bottles dug into my palms as I stumbled after the other servants through the grand entrance of the Silver Lake Pack's ceremonial hall. My arms screamed in protest, muscles burning from the two-hour journey carrying supplies that should have been transported by cart. But Omegas didn't get carts. Omegas got splinters and contempt. "Move faster, Anderson!" Beta Thomas's voice cracked like a whip behind me. "You think the Wedding of the Century waits for useless baggage?" I bit down on my tongue hard enough to taste copper. Three years ago, he would have called me "Miss Estelle" and bowed his head. Now I was just Anderson—not even worth a first name. The Silver Lake Pack's neutral territory was breathtaking, all marble columns and crystal chandeliers that caught the afternoon light like captured stars. Under different circumstances, I might have appreciated the beauty.

I signed a prenuptial agreement with a cold-blooded Wall Street predator just to unlock my trust fund and fight my greedy stepmother. We were nothing more than legal roommates bound by a strict three-year contract. But to survive the corporate war at my family's company, I skipped my mandatory university finance class and paid a guy to answer the roll call for me. The stand-in was immediately caught and kicked out by the notoriously ruthless new professor. That night at dinner, I complained to my contract husband about the professor. "He's an unreasonable, arrogant dictator who gets off on torturing his students," I complained bitterly. My husband just calmly cut my steak and listened as I bragged about how I was going to fake-cry and manipulate the professor the next morning. I even rushed to the faculty office the next day and performed a desperate, tearful apology to an elderly man I assumed was the tyrant. I thought I had perfectly balanced my corporate war and my academic life. I thought I had fooled everyone. But when I confidently sat in the front row of the massive lecture hall, the heavy wooden doors pushed open. The terrifying new professor walked onto the podium and aggressively wrote his name on the chalkboard: Elliot Dillard. It was my contract husband. He looked down at me with cold, merciless authority, knowing every single lie I had told, and slowly called my name.