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On the night of the palace dinner, Arianthe feels the unmistakable pull of the mate bond toward her sister’s fiancé. Wolfless and ridiculed her whole life by her sisters, who despise her, things only worsen as her sister refuses to give up the betrothal. Then a second mate appears, forcing Arianthe into a dangerous love triangle amid a brutal war between vampires and werewolves. In a realm where hybrids are hunted and loyalty is a deadly game, who will Arianthe choose, duty, or the mate who sets her soul on fire?

The Black River Pack house looked exactly as I remembered it—stone and timber rising against the night sky, warm lights glowing in the windows. I'd been gone for two years leading allied pack training across Europe, and every day I'd thought about coming home to this. To him. I adjusted the tactical vest still strapped across my chest, feeling the weight of the rare dagger I'd forged for Caleb tucked against my ribs. My wolf stirred inside me, eager after the long flight. We were finally home. The front entrance was unlocked. I slipped inside, boots silent on the hardwood floors. Tomorrow was Caleb's birthday ceremony, but tonight—tonight was just for us. I wanted to see his face when he realized I'd come back early, that I was done with the front lines.

The champagne flutes on my tray caught the chandelier light like tiny trapped stars. I moved through the crowd the way I'd learned to move through everything in this house—invisible, efficient, forgettable. My back ached. My feet throbbed in the cheap flats I'd bought three sizes too big so no one would notice the swelling. The oversized servant's uniform hung off my frame like a tent, which was the point. No one could see the curve of my belly underneath all that fabric. No one was supposed to know. Across the ballroom, Tobias stood at the center of a circle of visiting Alphas, his hand resting on Mara's shoulder. She wore silk—deep emerald green, cut low across the back. I recognized it immediately.

The cabin groaned in the wind like something dying. I pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around my shoulders, but it did nothing against the cold that seeped through the gaps in the wooden walls. Rain dripped steadily through a crack in the roof, plinking into the metal bucket I'd placed in the corner three days ago. The sound had become a metronome marking the hours of my exile. This wasn't how I'd imagined my life when I'd defied my father and left the Silver Moon Pack. Alpha John had warned me. Begged me, actually, in that gruff way of his that passed for tenderness. "That man will break you, Nora," he'd said, his hand heavy on my shoulder. "He doesn't see you. He only sees what he's lost." But I'd been so sure.

She is a cunning princess. She accidentally binds the wrong person, causing the devil to come. He is a ruthless business leader. A contract imprisons her, and a game called revenge begins. He hated her, but he refused to kill her... Love is a poison. Although it was highly toxic, Alice still looked up and drank it. Her life has three memories. They only cry for that man and laugh for that man.

Aria Bennett is a top student with perfect grades but no social life. She is assigned to tutor the school's newest transfer student, Jason Monroe. However, Jason is consistently late to their sessions, cocky, and resistant to being told what to do. Aria just wants to get the tutoring over with. Things take a turn when she discovers that Jason is on academic probation and risks losing his spot as the goalie on the hockey team. This revelation softens Aria's perspective on him. As their late-night tutoring sessions become a regular occurrence, Aria starts to see the vulnerabilities behind Jason's tough exterior. Meanwhile, Jason never intended to develop feelings for the girl who dresses in oversized hoodies and carries notebooks. Yet, somehow, Aria is getting under his skin and possibly into his heart.

"Sign it," Simon growled, slamming the document onto the rickety table. As the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and my fated mate, he wasn't asking. He was commanding me to give my Wolf Essence—the source of my life—to my dying sister, Laila. "If I give her my essence, I will die," I whispered, my body already trembling from the hidden poison coursing through my veins. But Simon only looked at me with cold, amber eyes. "Stop lying, Zora. You're just jealous because she is the future Luna and you are nothing. Sign it, or I will reject you publicly right now." Broken and hopeless, I signed my life away. I died the moment the silver scalpel touched my skin on the operating table. It was only during the autopsy that the surgeon screamed in horror. She discovered my organs were liquefied by chronic Wolfsbane poisoning. And worse, she found that I had no essence to give. My primary essence had already been stolen five years ago—carved out of me by Laila herself to fake her own power. Simon fell to his knees in the morgue, the realization shattering him. He had forced his true mate to die to save the monster who had been killing her all along. In a fit of madness, he executed Laila and then drove a silver dagger into his own heart, desperate to find me in the afterlife. "I'm here, Zora," his ghost wept, kneeling before me in the realm of the dead. "Please, forgive me." I looked at the man who had watched me rot without seeing me. "No," I said. And I turned my back on him forever.

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha. Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women. He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn't believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there's something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called "personal omega." He thinks I'm weak, fragile, breakable... but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud. I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul? Worse, he's starting to suspect I'm not who I say I am. Because I'm not just Christy, the omega. I'm a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

The moon chooses a mate for its immortal king every century-and Arielle was never supposed to be the one. A low-ranked wolf with no power, no status, her quiet life shatters the night an ancient mate bond awakens, pulling the ruthless Moon King straight to her doorstep. Bound by a fate neither can break, she's dragged into his world of blood-soaked laws, buried secrets, and an Alpha who believes destiny gives him the right to own her. But Arielle is no prize-and the Moon King is about to learn that controlling her is easy... trusting her, and craving her, is not. As enemies close in and the moon demands its price, desire turns lethal. Survival means surrendering to a love neither planned for-one that could rewrite their fated bond entirely. Because the moon never makes mistakes... or does it?

Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night. A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead—a brutally tortured slave named Elijah—was currently dying on a totem pole outside. "If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation." Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut. But saving him was a nightmare. The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD. His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game. To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster. "I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me." Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind. Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly. The fragile heroine had her own cheat system. Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer. To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.

“Why did you bend over, Maverick?” “Because you told me to, assh*le.” “I’m so tempted to f*ck you right now. You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever been with, the only beautiful thing I see and have.” “Then what are you waiting for? Just punish me already!” *** MAVERICK As a working college student, I struggle to make ends meet until a stranger approaches me with a proposal—to be his employer’s wife for an enormous sum of money. Knowing the cash will help me pay my grandmother’s medical bills, I accept the offer with a demand—just a marriage of convenience, no intimacy. It’s too late to realize I’m marrying the charming and gorgeous to a fault, young Mr. Winston. And there’s this instant fire between us despite my inhibitions. Things get more complicated when our sham marriage is put to the test by his father, who threatens to expose my dirty little secret. *** LAKE Being a Braddson-Winston heir is sometimes a curse. My father is a real SOB and a pain in my ass. He makes one outrageous demand for me to secure the CEO seat in the company—marriage. So I found the perfect bride— Maverick Bates II, who is beautiful but in a dire financial situation. I only ask two things. We stay MBA and keep things purely business until the contract ends. As simple as that. It was meant to be a straightforward deal, but each day I get to know her, my position is not the only thing at stake, but also my heart. I realize I can’t let her go, even if she’s the daughter of the ruthless don of Sicilianos.

Harper Whitmore was supposed to receive the Pack's Crescent Medal today—the highest honor for a she-wolf who served her pack selflessly for years. Instead, she dies alone in the forgotten wine cellar of her family's estate, attacked by rogues her own sister hired. While her parents throw an extravagant Luna Announcement Party for her younger sister Ivy, Harper's desperate calls go unanswered. Her mate, Alpha Ryker Stone, dismisses her pleas as "attention-seeking." Her brother tells her to stop ruining Ivy's big day. They think she's hiding somewhere, throwing a tantrum like she always does. They don't know she never left home. They don't know she's already dead. Now Harper's spirit watches as the family who forgot her slowly unravels the horrifying truth—through a glowing moonstone that recorded every second of her final moments. The sister everyone adored? A monster behind closed doors. The mate who never cherished her? About to discover their bond was the only thing keeping his wolf sane. Some wolves don't know what they have until the Moon Goddess takes it away forever.

The mirror reflected a stranger—my eyes too bright, my smile too fragile. I smoothed down the silver silk dress that hugged my curves, a gift from Father for my eighteenth birthday. Today was the day I'd finally be claimed as Colton's Luna, his mate, his equal. "You look just like her," Father said from the doorway of my bedroom. I turned to see Alpha Thomas Ferguson leaning against the frame, his eyes misty with memories. My father, the powerful Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, looked smaller somehow today. "Like Mother?" I asked, touching the dress. "Yes." He crossed the room and took something from his pocket. "Which is why I want you to have this." He placed a silver locket in my palm. It was intricately crafted with our pack symbol etched on the front.

Carissa Moss became a prisoner of war and stayed in the palace, far from her pack. For the safety of her husband and people, she willingly warmed the king's bed whenever he called. On the day of her husband's death in the dungeon, Carissa vowed to avenge Duncan Bayhill's cruelty and free her people. However, a harsh reality struck her. The day the queen died, Duncan was her second chance.

After three years of being the agreeable, invisible girlfriend to my tech CEO boyfriend, Edward, I finally left him. Then Brody Frazier, his charming rival, swept into my life, determined to use me to get under Edward's skin. But at a tech gala, Edward cornered me, publicly declaring his love and flashing a "promise ring" he claimed he'd bought for me weeks ago. He did this right after his high school crush, Jeannette, announced their engagement, and right before he accused me of humiliating him. He insisted his feelings for Jeannette were a "youthful fantasy" and that I was his "anchor," his "stability." He said he loved me. But I remembered the truth. I remembered the small, hand-carved wooden bird he'd once made. A gift he'd had me send to Jeannette years ago, along with a love note he dictated himself. And I knew his desperate confession wasn't love. It was damage control.

Lorelai and her Alphas grapple to save the realm from the vampires. Their family and shifting abilities are on the line and with nobody else left to trust, they have to rely on each other to come out of this war alive. But they have something more to lose now, the heirs to their pack. They're more powerful than anyone has ever been and come with a brand new target on their backs. Can Lorelai and her Alphas keep the pack, their mating link, and their heirs alive, or are the vampires the one threat that is too strong for even them?

I held a silver lighter to the velvet curtains of my father’s study, threatening to burn down the Foley crime legacy just to marry the man I loved. My father, the Don, let me go. He told me I was dead to the family. I thought I was choosing freedom with Ignatz. Instead, I chose a cage. Three years later, while my family celebrated in their mansion, I was living in a moldy basement. Ignatz didn’t love me; he beat me. His mother kicked me in the stomach until I lost my baby on the cold concrete floor. While I bled out alone in the dark, my cousin's fiancée, Everleigh, visited just to laugh at me and fake her own pregnancy to secure the family fortune. I vanished, leaving behind only a diary and a hidden camera feed. When Kaleb, the family’s enforcer and the man who once promised to protect me, finally broke down my door, he didn't find a rebellious princess. He found the footage of me being dragged by my hair. He found the bloodstained mattress. The Don fell to his knees, weeping when he realized he had fed his daughter to wolves. They destroyed Ignatz. They sent Everleigh to prison. They offered me fifty million dollars and the keys to the kingdom to make it right. But when Kaleb stood on my porch, begging to fix me, I handed him a trash bag full of their money. "You can't fix a shattered glass, Kaleb. You just cut yourself trying to hold the pieces together."

I was Anderson Mathews' sugar baby, his pretty little thing. But when I saw him kiss his sister-in-law, Hope-his one true love-I knew I had to escape. I planned my exit meticulously, aiming to disappear the second my contract ended. I would become a scientist, find a kind, ordinary man, and build a life of my own. But Anderson wouldn't let go. He sabotaged the career of Caleb, the good man I' d fallen for, and used my estranged mother to publicly humiliate me, all to force me back into his gilded cage. "Marry me, Ayla," he proposed, a lifetime contract to replace the old one. "You'll be truly free. With me." My mother' s screams echoed in my ears: "She's a whore! Your whore! Dirty goods!" And Caleb, my Caleb, heard every word. I looked at Anderson's cold, possessive eyes, then at Caleb's, filled with a pain that shattered my heart. I had to make a choice. This time, I wouldn't just run. I would end this, once and for all.

I thought I was the only woman he loved. I was wrong. I worked for him every day. I knew all his secrets. Or so I thought. Mr. Nicholas was rich. Very, very rich. He had everything - big cars, fancy houses, and me. His special helper who stayed by his side. He would hold my hand when no one was looking. He would whisper sweet things in my ear. He told me I was different. Special. The only one who really knew him. But then I found out the truth. There were two other women. Just like me. They thought they were special too. We all believed his pretty lies. When we met, we were angry. So angry our hearts hurt. We made a plan. We would make him pay for breaking our hearts. We would destroy everything he loved. But here's the thing about love - it doesn't just go away when you want it to. My friends want to hurt him. They had believed in me to help them. But when I look at him, I am not pleased with the plan. When he smiles, I forget all our plans for him. Now I have to pick a side. Help my new friends get back at the man who lied to us? Or should I save the man I still love, even though he has broken my heart? Someone has to get hurt. Maybe everyone.But who will I choose when the moment comes?

When Samantha attempts to escape Morris-the dangerously obsessive man who swears she belongs to him-her world literally goes dark. In a desperate flight for freedom, she loses her sight at the hands of the very man claiming to love her. Blind, terrified, and running on nothing but instinct, she stumbles across the borders of the Shadow Pack, collapsing at the feet of its cold and feared ruler, Alpha King Zoro. Zoro, a warrior king hardened by years of conflict, instantly recognizes the scent of his old enemy on her broken body. Saving Samantha could reignite a war he barely survived before, but leaving her to die is something he finds himself unwilling to do. Against his own nature, he shelters the fragile, sightless girl-unaware that her presence will unravel everything he thought he controlled. As Samantha awakens in darkness within the Alpha's fortress, she struggles between trauma and survival, learning to navigate a world where every voice, heartbeat, and footstep holds meaning. While Zoro becomes her unlikely protector, Morris spirals deeper into madness, tearing through allied packs and leaving a trail of blood to reclaim what he believes is his. War brews on all sides as Morris issues a chilling ultimatum: return Samantha, or watch the kingdom burn. But Samantha-broken yet resilient-refuses to be a pawn in their struggle for dominance. With Zoro teaching her new ways to survive, and Morris invading her mind with twisted memories, she becomes the center of a psychological storm neither man can fully control. When Morris finally attacks the palace, the battle between the ruthless Alpha King and the unhinged lover erupts into a violent clash of supremacy. Guided only by sound and instinct, Samantha steps into the heart of the confrontation, becoming the deciding force neither saw coming. In a world where power is everything and obsession can destroy empires, Samantha's blindness becomes her greatest strength-and the spark that ignites a war far larger than any of them imagined.

Jin Yaotian, an Omega who thought she had everything until her step-sister and step-mother, Jin Meifan and Director Xu, and also her fiancé, Li Zenyu, betray's her and kills her. She is reborn as an Enigma, which is a class above top tier Alphas. She plans on getting her revenge on those who betrayed her and caused her death. She disguising her Enigma scent and destroys every single plan made by Jin Meifan, Li Zenyu and Director Xu while exposing them one by one.

I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"-the legendary financial ghost-really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family's legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world.

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

For two years, I hid my lethal past as a top-tier Delta Force operator to play the perfect, submissive wife to Kason. But on the eve of the absolute deadline to claim my parents' ashes, he forced me out of our car into a freezing rainstorm. He had received a frantic call from his mistress crying over her missing dog. "Are you seriously using dead people to compete for my attention?" Kason sneered. He slapped my phone away, hurled my bag with my classified military ID into a muddy ditch, and left me stranded on the highway. I knelt in the freezing mud as his luxury car sped away. I had swallowed his mother's insults and secretly saved his company from bankruptcy three times. Yet, to him, my parents' remains were just a box of dust compared to his mistress's pet. The suffocating pain in my chest suddenly evaporated, replaced by a terrifying, absolute zero coldness. The pathetic, submissive wife he thought he owned died on that highway. I walked to a dingy motel, washed the gritty mud from my face, and traced the jagged scar on my collarbone. I picked up the landline and dialed a twelve-digit encrypted number to the Pentagon. It was time to wake up the ghost operator and burn Kason's world to the ground.