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“Who are you?” ... After a one night stand with a mysterious man, Lilian 'Lily' Grace is left with many questions. Things take a turn when on her first day of work , she finds out that the man she slept with is Alexander Sterling, billionaire CEO and her new boss who she now works as his secretary. To her dismay, meeting him again she finds that he doesn't remember her or the night they shared together. When she discovers that she is pregnant with his child, she has to hide it for the sake of her job. As unknown forces start tracking her, she is slowly brought into a world she has no knowledge of with wolves shadows hiding at every corner. From discovering the truth of Alexander's identity to being hunted down by an enemy with motives only he knows the truth of. Will she unravel the secrets surrounding her?

The cold seeped into my bones as I stirred awake, my body aching against the frozen stone floor. My eyelids felt heavy, my throat raw from screaming for help that never came. The silver-lined walls of the dungeon glinted mockingly in the dim light, designed specifically to weaken werewolves like me. I tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through my ribs. How long had I been here? Hours? Days? The windowless cell made it impossible to tell. "Finally awake, Omega?" I flinched at the voice, looking up to see Beta Marcus standing at the cell door. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the faint disgust in his eyes.

The crystal chandelier cast dancing shadows across the white tablecloth as I adjusted my black dress one final time. Seven years. Seven years of marriage deserved celebration, didn't it? The intimate corner table at Le Bernardin had been reserved for weeks—our table, where Nikolai had proposed after paying my medical bills, where he'd whispered that he loved my soul when the rest of the world saw only my missing leg. I checked my phone again. 7:15 PM. Nikolai was never late for our anniversary dinners. The maître d' approached with an apologetic smile. "Mrs. Harrison, your husband called.

Wren Calloway gave Sterling everything — her career, her pride, her silence. For three years, she swallowed every lie he fed her about Gemma, his "childhood friend" who somehow always needed saving. When Wren's daughter dies in an accident caused by Sterling's obsession with Gemma, something inside her doesn't break. It recalibrates. She doesn't file for divorce. She doesn't cry. She picks up her phone, opens Instagram Live, and points the camera at the bedroom door where her husband and his mistress are tangled in sheets — broadcasting their betrayal to everyone they've ever known. But the livestream is only the beginning. What follows is a calculated, devastating unraveling — of Sterling's reputation, his fortune, his family name, and every lie Gemma ever told. And when the dust settles and Sterling is on his knees begging, Wren has one final weapon he never saw coming: his own child now calls her Mom. They wanted to destroy her. They just built her a throne.

My fiancé and my cousin destroyed my life. Their betrayal led to my mother's suicide and my grandmother's death. They framed me for arson, and I went to prison. Three years later, I' m a trauma surgeon. The ER doors burst open, and there he was, carrying her in his arms. She was pregnant, and she was bleeding out. He begged me to save them. "Save her, Alana. Please. Save them both." Then he accused me of wanting revenge, his eyes filled with hate. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The man who took everything from me was now on his knees, his world depending on my skill. I was the only one who could save the woman who stole my life. I did my job. I saved them both. But as I walked out of the hospital that night, his car was there, blocking my path. This wasn't just a chance encounter. He was back to reclaim what he thought was his.

Warning: THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. Inside these pages are stories that will make your pulse race, your skin tingle, and your thoughts turn deliciously wicked. There’s dominance and surrender, sweetness and sin, soft whispers and rough hands. If you don’t like being teased, tempted, or broken in the best ways possible… TURN BACK NOW!!!!! ... Each story is a taste of something different — tender, wild, sweet, rough, soft, filthy. They’ll make you blush, gasp, and crave more. These are not just tales of lust — they’re stories of connection, of losing yourself in the moment, of bodies that speak louder than words. Some will make you sigh. Some will make you squirm. All of them will leave you wanting another page. So if you’re ready for a collection that makes your heart flutter and your skin burn… Step into the world of Touch Me Tender, Break Me Wild. Because love can be gentle... But sometimes, it’s so much better when it hurts just right.

The rooftop was lit like a dream someone else was having. Three hundred people. Champagne towers. A string quartet playing something soft and forgettable near the east terrace. The Manhattan skyline spread out behind it all like a backdrop someone had ordered specifically for tonight — all glass and light and the kind of beauty that costs more than most people make in a year. I had worn the navy Valentino. The one Jace said made me look like I belonged anywhere. I remember thinking, when I zipped it up in the car, that it was a good omen. I was wrong about a lot of things that night. Jace took the microphone at 9:47 p.m.

The silver-tinged light of dawn filtered through the ancient pines as I ran with the pack, my paws barely making a sound against the soft forest floor. These morning runs used to fill me with joy—the wind in my fur, the connection to my wolf, Selene, the bond with my mate. Now, they were just another reminder of what I'd lost. Selene stirred within me, her presence weaker than it had been in years. *Something's wrong, Isabella. His scent...* I slowed, letting the other wolves dash ahead while I focused on what Selene had detected. Marcus bounded ahead, his powerful black form commanding the attention of every wolf in our pack. But beneath his usual musk of pine and dominance was something else—a delicate floral-herbal scent that didn't belong to him. It wasn't the first time I'd caught the scent of another she-wolf on my mate. It was the ninety-ninth.

Franklin William destroyed my father, then raised me as his ward. For ten years, I loved him, not as a guardian, but as the man who held my world in his hands. On my 18th birthday, I confessed. He crushed me with five words. "Love is a liability, Eliana." His cruelty escalated. He got engaged to a ruthless socialite who publicly branded me his "pet project." He forced me to wear a cheap necklace I was allergic to, the metal burning my skin like a brand of shame. That night, he stumbled into my room, drunk, and violated me, whispering his fiancée's name. My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to scream that I had ruined her social standing before disowning me. I was nothing. A project. A disposable toy. But as I sat in the wreckage of my life, an encrypted email arrived from my long-lost godfather. The subject line was clear: "It's time, Eliana. There's a way out."

My fiancé, Jameson Blair, married my twin sister today. For five years, I was a placeholder, a substitute for the woman he truly wanted, and I pretended not to know. Today, she came back with a story of terminal cancer and a dying wish to marry him. It was a perfect lie, and he chose to believe it, shattering my world with three simple words: "She's Haleigh." They left me on the sidewalk, an outcast from my own blood. My brothers, who once promised to protect me, celebrated the woman who broke me. They moved my things to a guest room, making space for their prodigal sister. That night, Haleigh gave me a "welcome home" gift—a box with a brown recluse spider inside. As the venom coursed through me, my family rushed to her side, calling my agony "a little spider bite." They left me convulsing on the floor. Later, they whipped me for a crime I didn't commit, hung me off a cliff, and left me for dead. My body is a roadmap of their love. Each scar, each broken bone, is a testament to their betrayal. They believed her lies, but their real crime was never truly seeing me. As I clung to that cliff, bleeding and broken, a single thought consumed me: Isabella Douglas died here tonight. Now, Isabella Hale would be born from the ashes.

I clutched the small velvet box in my hand as I stepped into the gleaming lobby of Hayes Technologies. The custom-made gold locket nestled inside represented everything I'd been hoping for—a future with Ryan, a family, the life we'd promised each other. After three years of marriage and countless disappointments, I wanted this surprise to be perfect. The receptionist smiled as I approached. "Mrs. Hayes! Ryan didn't mention you were coming by today." "It's a surprise," I said, my fingers tightening around the box. "Is he in?" "He's finishing up a meeting. You can wait in his office if you'd like." I nodded, turning toward the hallway when a familiar bark caught my attention. Diana's golden retriever, Banjo, trotted across the lobby, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

BLUR Aloe reaches her limit in her toxic marriage when she discovers her billionaire husband was cheating on her on their matrimonial bed and wasn't remorseful about it. Pregnant and desperate to escape her toxic husband, she flees into the arms of his sworn enemy, Blake Matthew. Caught in a war between two old sworn rivalers, Aloe must fight for her life and her child... But now the question is, can she reclaim her future without losing herself to the war between two men who want to destroy each other?

For the ninety-seventh time, Alpha Joziah asked me to clean up a mess for Mia, his childhood friend and a Delta in our pack. I was nursing a painful stomach, my face pale, and replied, "Alpha, I really can’t go this time." He hesitated for a moment, then gently pulled me into a hug, murmuring softly, "Luna, think of it as me cashing in one of the gratitude tokens you gave me. Once this is over, I promise I’ll make it up to you." I stiffened in his embrace, feeling a coldness seep into my bones, but eventually, I nodded slightly. Five years ago, a rogue werewolf had cornered me in an alley, and Alpha Joziah had intervened, saving my life. In gratitude, I crafted a hundred gratitude tokens just for him. At first, he treasured them, not wanting to spend even one. But once Mia joined the Silver Moon Pack, those tokens seemed to vanish quickly—whether it was fetching supplies for her, rushing design drafts, or taking the blame for her mistakes. This time, she had offended Mr. Gonzalez, a Lycan and one of our pack’s key allies. Alpha Joziah ordered me to drink and apologize in her place.

I hummed softly as I stirred the pasta sauce, adding a pinch of oregano the way Noah liked it. The small kitchen in his apartment filled with the rich aroma of tomatoes and herbs. Outside the window, the Colorado mountains were bathed in the golden light of sunset, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Three years in this small town, and I still hadn't tired of the view. "Almost ready," I called out, though I knew Noah was in his study, probably handling pack business. He'd been especially busy lately with his cousin Lily's treatments. Poor thing. The rare wolf disease affecting her was draining not only emotionally but financially. I'd given nearly all my teacher's salary to help with the medical bills, but it was worth it. Noah had been so grateful, so loving.

The Manhattan night air bit at my skin as I patrolled the territory boundary, my boots crunching softly against the frost-covered earth. This was supposed to be a routine check before tomorrow's mate ceremony—the day I would finally become Luna of the Silverfang Pack, Lucca's official mate after years of waiting. But something felt wrong tonight. Lucca had insisted on handling the northern border himself, claiming he needed to 'sort some pack business.' I'd nodded, accepting his explanation as I always did, but something in his voice had been off. Now, as I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs, my enhanced senses caught something that made my blood freeze. Floral. Musk. A scent that didn't belong here—not in our territory, not mingled with the commanding silver-wolf aura that could only be Lucca's. I stopped walking, my hand instinctively pressing my thumb against my wrist where his mark would soon be permanent. The scent was intimate, entwined with his in a way that spoke of proximity, of shared breath, of a connection that went beyond mere presence.

For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river. But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire. I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred. He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach. "Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his—the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me. To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage. I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over. I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor? "Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness." He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back. Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash. That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark.

The silk sheets beneath me felt suddenly cold as Grayson's body went rigid above mine. The name that had just escaped his lips hung in the air between us like a blade. "Aria." Not Sophia. Not my name. Hers. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared up at my husband's face, watching the color drain from his features. His dark eyes widened with what looked like genuine shock, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened either. "Sophia, I—" He pulled back, his hands trembling as they framed my face. "God, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I said that." I couldn't speak.

The dining room filled with the warm scent of roasted chicken and my father's favorite lavender from the garden. He sat across from me at our mahogany table, his weathered hands gesturing animatedly as he recounted his week at the community center, where he volunteered teaching seniors how to use smartphones. "You should see Mrs. Patterson trying to take a selfie, Bailey," he chuckled, his eyes crinkling with the same warmth that had comforted me through every childhood scraped knee and teenage heartbreak. "She holds the phone so far away, I told her she's photographing the ceiling fan." Tucker barely looked up from his plate, scrolling through his phone with one hand while mechanically cutting his chicken with the other. The sight made my chest tighten—when had my husband become so disconnected from the man who'd welcomed him into our family with open arms? "Dad, you're a saint for having that much patience," I said, forcing lightness into my voice while shooting Tucker a pointed look he didn't catch. Stormi's laugh tinkled from the kitchen doorway like wind chimes in a storm—pretty but entirely out of place. "Oh, Mr. Hunt, you're so sweet!

She was once his wife. Now she’s his biggest secret and maybe his only chance at redemption. Five years ago, Bella Quinn walked away from a toxic marriage and a powerful man, broken but resolute. She found solace in Boston, raising their daughter alone, shielding her from the world and the painful truths of the past. But when fate, in the guise of an anonymous commission, throws her back into Jason Reed’s orbit, the carefully constructed walls around her heart begin to crumble. Buried secrets erupt, and the unfinished love that once burned so brightly smolders hotter than ever. Jason, a cold and formidable CEO, unknowingly haunted by the love he lost, now wants answers, a closure he never received. Bella, fierce and independent, desperately wants to protect her secret and finally lay the past to rest. But the past has teeth, a venomous history of lies and betrayals and someone far more dangerous is out to destroy them both. As their lives irrevocably intertwine again, amidst corporate scandals, hidden agendas, and shocking revelations, can a love scarred by deceit survive the truth that will change everything they thought they knew?

Three years of sacrifice, secrets, and survival lead Evadne Ruther back to the heart of the Windsor pack—only to watch the man she loves publicly reject her. As Alpha Ajax reclaims his birthright, he casts aside Evadne, the rogue-turned-Delta who stood beside him in exile, choosing the venomous Primrose Hubsburg as his Luna. But behind the betrayal lies a deeper truth: a covert alliance forged in grief and vengeance. Together, Ajax and Evadne are playing a dangerous game to expose the ones responsible for the murder of Ajax's sister, Mia—a crime carefully disguised as suicide. Surrounded by scheming Omegas, whispered rumors, and public humiliation, Evadne wears her mark like armor. Every insult, every cruel smile from Primrose, is one more step toward revenge. But as the lines between duty and emotion blur, Evadne must hold fast to the promise she made: Justice for Mia. Justice for her unborn child.

The evening pack dinner had always been my favorite time of day. The great hall filled with warm chatter, the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread, and Alessandro beside me at the head table where we belonged together as Alpha and Luna. Tonight should have been perfect—I was finally showing, my hand resting protectively over the small bump that held our future, and for the first time in months, Alessandro had been... present. Attentive, even. Then she walked in. The hall fell silent as if someone had cast a spell. Conversations died mid-sentence, forks paused halfway to mouths, and every head turned toward the massive oak doors. Lola Freeman stood in the entrance like something out of a dream—or a nightmare, depending on your perspective. Two years of training with the European Lycan Council had transformed her from the eager young wolf I remembered into something magnificent and untouchable.

I couldn't breathe. The world had collapsed into a single, suffocating point of pain. My body was on the floor of what had been my bedroom—our bedroom—but nothing felt real anymore. Not the silk sheets beneath my cheek. Not the fading scent of my son on his favorite stuffed wolf. Not even the hollow echo of my own heartbeat. Jayden was gone. My beautiful, innocent pup had fallen from the packhouse balcony. They said it was an accident. They said I was there.

Corrie lay restrained on the sterile hospital bed, her wrists bleeding against the thick leather straps. Her husband, Damon, walked in with eyes entirely black with disgust and ordered the nurse to drain her rare blood. He believed Corrie had pushed Kara, the woman he claimed as his savior, and he was willing to drain Corrie dry to save her. "As long as she doesn't die, keep drawing. Kara's life is worth a hundred of hers." He ignored the frantic beeping of her heart monitor and walked out, leaving her slipping into hypovolemic shock. Using her last ounce of strength, Corrie escaped the clinic and hailed a taxi in the freezing rain, just wanting to survive. But the driver locked the doors and deliberately drove the speeding car straight off the bridge into the raging Hudson River. As the icy water swallowed her and she tried to swim out of the shattered windshield, a black-gloved hand grabbed her ankle. The inhuman grip dragged her down into the crushing, dark depths, filling her lungs with liquid fire. As her vision faded to black, Corrie's heart shattered into a million pieces. Why did the man she loved believe a lying stranger over his own wife? And who was the assassin in the dark water making sure she died? Five years later, Corrie walked out of the airport with a new, untouchable identity and a pair of genius twins. The freezing river had permanently ruined her heart and lungs, but it had also forged her into a ruthless survivor. She swore to never let the Holloway family touch her again, until her son's identical icy blue eyes caught the attention of the billionaire CEO she thought she had escaped.

# Chapter 1: The Fall The glittering chandelier of the Waldorf ballroom cast diamonds of light across the champagne flutes and designer gowns of New York's elite. I stood at the center of it all, a reluctant queen bee in a hive of ambitious socialites. My father had insisted on this 'bachelorette gala'—a thinly veiled auction where I was the prize lot. "Smile, Evelyn," Sydney whispered, her manicured hand squeezing my arm with hidden force. "Daddy's investors are watching." I forced my lips upward, feeling the strain in my cheeks. The Carter family image was everything, even if the reality behind closed doors was cold as ice. The soft ping of a microphone being tapped echoed through the room. Sydney stepped away from me, her emerald dress shimmering as she took the stage. Something in her smile made my stomach clench. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began, her voice honey-sweet, "we're gathered to celebrate my dear stepsister, Evelyn Carter, heiress to Carter Dynamics." I searched the crowd for Ryan's face, finding comfort in his familiar features.