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A dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real… until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run—from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can’t refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn’t do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple—no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn’t play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn’t just his wife. She’s his obsession. And when he finds out she’s carrying his baby, there’s no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she’ll never be free. Because Ronan doesn’t share. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s his.

The departure gate at LAX hummed with the familiar chaos of summer travelers, but all I could focus on was Cole's hand wrapped around mine and the boarding passes clutched in my other palm. Our graduation trip—finally happening after months of planning every detail, from the beachfront hotel to the little café I'd bookmarked for our first morning together. "I still can't believe we're actually doing this," Cole said, his thumb tracing circles on my wrist. "Just you and me for a whole week. No parents, no college stress, no—" "Cole? Cole Hudson?" The voice cut through our bubble like a knife through silk. I turned to see a petite girl with perfectly styled blonde waves and bright blue eyes that seemed to light up the entire terminal. She was beautiful in that effortless way that made my stomach clench with unexpected insecurity. Cole's hand went slack in mine. "Sophie?

The day my mate, Fabian Bailey, came to take me back to the city, I heard the Alpha of our pack mention that a wealthy Beta from the neighboring territory was coming to our village to search for his long-lost daughter. I didn’t pay much attention, focused instead on packing my belongings so I wouldn’t keep Fabian waiting. He wasn’t known for his patience. To my surprise, he offered to help me pack this time. That’s when a strange voice echoed in my mind: *Don’t do it, Dana! That wealthy Beta is your father! Fabian has ulterior motives!* *He’s planning to steal the necklace your mother left you so his mistress, Samira Cruz, can pose as you and claim your inheritance!* *Once he takes you to the city, he’ll frame you for a crime you didn’t commit and force you to mate with his family’s Omega, a violent and unstable werewolf.* *Ten years later, when your father finally discovers the truth, Fabian and Samira will push him off a cliff and take everything that’s rightfully yours.* I froze, staring at Fabian, who stood before me, his usual calm demeanor suddenly unsettling. “Dana, where were you? I’ve been waiting. Let me help you pack.” Today, Fabian was uncharacteristically warm, even reaching for my hand to lead me inside.

The cold bite of metal pressed against my wrist as Alpha Knox secured the leather restraint. I didn't fight it. Three years had taught me that resistance only made it worse. "Hold still," he growled, his Alpha tone vibrating through my bones, forcing my body to comply even as my mind screamed in protest. I stared at the ceiling of the Blood River Pack dungeon, counting the cracks in the stone as the needle slid into my vein. The pain was familiar—a dull ache that would soon blossom into a burning sensation as my blood flowed through the tube. "Your sister sent another postcard," Knox said casually, watching the dark red liquid fill the collection bag. "Paris this time. She says the Eiffel Tower is magnificent." My heart stuttered painfully in my chest. Madeleine.

By the fifth year of our mating, my pilot husband had been with every flight attendant in the packs. After I was hospitalized to secure my pregnancy, he managed to insult the Beta of the Silver Crescent Pack at a promotion party due to his ongoing affair with Delilah Porter, a flight attendant from the rival Moonstone Pack. Desperate to save his position, Quinn Scott, Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack, demanded that I drink coffee, urging me to beg for forgiveness on their behalf. I looked at him in disbelief. "I’m carrying your pup. How can I drink coffee? What if something goes wrong—" He interrupted, his voice cold with a hint of contempt, laced with the commanding tone of an Alpha. "It’s just coffee. Stop being melodramatic." He tightened his grip on my jaw, forcing the mug to my lips until it was empty. Soon after, a warm sensation spread through my body, staining my white Victorian-style dress red.

I'm an assassin for the Snicker pack, cold and relentless. My mission? Kill Alpha Ronan of a rival pack in three months. Five attempts. Five failures. All thanks to my incompetent partner. One time, he even gave me an overtime drug. Pathetic. The deadline was here, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him. "I won't do it. Just let me die instead," I told my partner. Silence. Days passed with no reply. Then, on the final day, I found it-a secret buried deep in the mission......

⚠️Content Warning⚠️ This is a dark romance novel intended strictly for readers 16+ It contains explicit sexual content, including frequent detailed sex scenes, BDSM (domination, submission, bondage, and consensual pain), and threesomes/group dynamics. The story features a large age gap, dubious consent/coercion, graphic violence (including murder), possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, power imbalance, manipulation, and a morally black/psychopathic hero. Some themes may be triggering. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ...... When Rose John witnesses a brutal murder on a dark, rainy night, she thinks it's the end of her peace...until the man she saw that night walks into her classroom two days later, wearing a suit and a wicked smile. Rafael Santoro. An impotent man A man who can't have a good sexual pleasure Her new professor. Her nightmare..or her dangerous temptation. Behind his calm, charming facade lies the truth: Rafael is a ruthless mafia boss hiding in plain sight, a man used to taking what he wants...and right now, what he wants is her Rafael is possessive, dominant, and dangerously protective. A man who can't feel sexual pleasures only with pretense. The world fears him, but with Rose... he craves her submission, her trust, her love. And he will destroy anyone who stands between them...even her own doubts. Now trapped in his web of obsession, Rose must choose: resist his family's dark seduction, or surrender to the man who might ruin her...

Alpha Ashton's life fall apart when his fake girlfriend Melanie dies from a miscarriage. With no way to prove his innocence, Ashton escapes into the wild and pleads the Moon Goddess for a second chance. He wakes up in the past with no memory of what happened. But James, a quiet human boy who had a crush on Melanie, remembers everything. Convinced he's been sent back to save her, he's determined to win her heart before Ashton can. What James doesn't know is Ashton isn't chasing Melanie but he's quietly battling the bond that pulls him toward James, his mate.

Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed. "Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out." I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction. "Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you." He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him. I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long? GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago. My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now." A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare. "I quit."

"There's no way to kill Alpha Penking." "Maybe there's one, make sure he has absolute power, never bows to anyone but will crawl to her feet each time she wants it." Amelia's first life ended when she was ten-when the most notorious Alpha in New York took everything her father owned and killed him. As if that wasn't enough, he coerced her father into selling his only daughter before death claimed him. Fifteen years later, Amelia survives as a prostitute, her past buried beneath layers of control, routine, and silence. She lives for two things only: keeping her younger brother alive and nursing the revenge that never died. Every alpha is just a body. Every night is calculated. Her life is controlled-until the night she sleeps with him. The same man who ruined her life. Alpha Penking-feared, untouchable, merciless-without her knowing who he truly is. Yet, her world shatters again. Because Penking knows her. Because he watched her grow in the shadows. Because he knows her real name. Because he is the one who ruined her and owned her. Because he serves her a contract that doesn't ask-it commands. A contract where she belongs to him. For months. For life. No bargain. No gain. Trapped between hatred and a bond she never consented to, Amelia begins counting the only freedom she has left-ten ways to kill Alpha Penking. But revenge grows complicated when obsession turns mutual, when power bleeds into possession, and when an impossible consequence binds them forever. Because the man she plans to kill now owns her body... And the child growing inside her might decide who survives.

Henry Diego is new to Crosswell High School where he meets Archie Smith, who happens to be his mate and the Alpha of the Crimson Water Pack, a werewolf pack that resides in town. Once their relationship begins with a rocky start, Henry must deal with helping run a pack that he knows nothing about. From rogues to elders to unusual bonding with his mate, there are many positives and negatives that Henry must decide if he wants to be a part of.

Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break. Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants. Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago. Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night." The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies. Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved. Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson: "Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."

Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet. Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen. Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens. The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak. "If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die." She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe. During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.

The victory parade through Washington D.C. should have been the beginning of everything we'd promised each other. Seven years. Seven years of dust and blood and waiting, and now the crowds lined the streets waving flags, their cheers washing over us like a wave I couldn't quite feel. I wore my dress uniform, every ribbon and medal precisely placed, but my hand—my hand was clasped tight in Owen's, and that was the only thing that felt real. I kept scanning the crowds for my father's silver hair, for the Hart family banner, but my eyes kept drifting back to Owen. He looked perfect in his uniform, jaw set in that way that made my heart stumble even after all these years. But something was wrong. His palm was sweaty against mine. His smile didn't reach his eyes.

Emma planned a perfect surprise for her husband on Halloween night—only to discover that she was the real fool in a carefully staged spectacle. Betrayed not just by him, but by friends, family, and the society that watched in silence, she’s left humiliated and heartbroken. Yet even as she drowns in shame, her love for him claws at her, making it impossible to walk away. Torn between the need for revenge and the ache of what once was, Emma must decide if love is enough to survive the deepest cut of all.

On Thanksgiving, my mate suggested a night skiing trip, and along the way, we picked up his "blast from the past." What was meant to be a romantic getaway for two suddenly became an awkward trio. Sensing my frustration, Alpha Legacy Clark of the Silver Fang Pack tried to ease my mind with a smile, "Luna Estrella, don't overthink it. I'm just doing this as a favor for her brother." But Arabella Elliott, a rogue werewolf and a skiing novice, refused to hire an instructor and instead begged Legacy for lessons. Without hesitation, he started giving her private coaching. As expected, Arabella lost control and crashed into me, despite my pregnancy. Her ski pole pierced my abdomen, leaving me in a pool of blood, my life hanging by a thread. Meanwhile, Legacy didn't even glance my way, his focus entirely on comforting Arabella, who’d merely taken a minor spill. In that instant, I realized this mate bond was beyond saving. As I lay on the ground, feeling the blood drain from my body, Legacy was oblivious. His attention was solely on soothing the teary-eyed Arabella.

I was the revered Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, admired by all for my devoted children, harmonious union, and peaceful passing. Yet, it was only in my final moments that I realized the life I thought was perfect was nothing but a cruel joke. My mate, Charles Gray, the gentle and refined Beta of the pack, stood over my lifeless body, hurling curses at me. He accused me of ruining his life, claiming that if I hadn’t forced our union, his true love, Ella Wilson, wouldn’t have been forced into a miserable marriage that led to her untimely death. He even instructed our children to bury her beside him in the family tomb after his passing, erasing my existence from his legacy. As my spirit lingered in the hall, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Without my family’s wealth and influence, Charles, a lowly Delta from a lesser branch of the Gray family, would never have risen to become the respected Beta he was. But in the end, he repaid me with a lifetime of hidden resentment. When I was reborn, I found myself back at the day our families were negotiating the mate bond. This time, I decided to give Charles what he claimed he always wanted.

A human, a werewolf, and a dangerous destiny. She awaits the moon; he awaits her.

Twelve years ago, her life was ruined. Erynna Monte's, a beautiful and free spirited twelve years old girl, watched as her sister-her only family was killed, and she could only hide and watch in pain. From that day, the love, and warmth Erynna portrayed turned into hate. Along with the death of her sister Elena, Erynna Montes died, and Valeria Rune came to life. Valeria had only one mission in her life-to destroy the Ravenmoors. That was the only thing she remembers from her sister's death. She was murdered by Xavier Ravenmoor and his mother. Xavier tried to mask his hidden feelings for the new maid with cruelty. But just when he decides to let his guard down, and embrace his love for her, Valeria Rune removes her mask, and identifies herself as Erynna Monte's. Lines blurred between love and betrayal. What happens when Valeria discovers the truth about the incident, and also some facts that question her dynasty.

Dami Adeyemi arrives at La Rose Académie d'Hiver, a neo-Gothic fortress of old money and European prestige, carrying nothing but a scholarship and the roar of Lagos in his veins. He's an outsider, a basketball prodigy, and the school's most blatant anomaly. ​His first collision is with Sofia Diaz, the fiery, Spanish-speaking Debate Queen whose family name is practically carved into the marble halls. She's polished, ruthless, and entirely too used to getting her way-until Dami ruins her cashmere with hot chocolate. ​Their worlds are oil and water. She sees a clumsy upstart. He sees a spoiled tyrant. Their verbal sparring-in the classroom, the cafeteria, and the pages of the school blog-quickly becomes the only entertainment La Rose has. It's a battle of wits, pride, and social standing. ​But when their undeniable intellectual spark ignites something deeper, they realize the line between rivalry and desire is dangerously thin. In a school built on rules and tradition, Dami and Sofia are about to prove that the only thing more volatile than high-stakes debate is high-stakes rebellion. ​Rivalry. Revolution. Romance. ​Game on.

Tonight was supposed to be the night I became the happiest woman in D.C., celebrating my engagement at the legendary Bolton Manor gala. I wore emerald silk and a diamond that cost more than most mansions, convinced that Hank Bolton was my soulmate and the key to my family's future. But behind the heavy oak doors of the guest wing, the dream died. I found my fiancé tangled with another woman, laughing about how I was nothing more than a "clueless cash cow" whose inheritance would fund his run for the Senate. In my first life, I reacted with tears and screams, which only allowed his family to paint me as an unstable lunatic. They stripped me of my dignity, bankrupted the Adams estate, and watched coldly as my brother, Lucas, died in a ditch trying to save me. I ended up gasping for air in a burning building, realizing too late that my perfect engagement was actually my execution. I died in the soot and the shadows, feeling the searing heat of a betrayal that burned worse than the fire. I lost everything because I was too blind to see the monsters hiding behind expensive smiles. But then, I suddenly gasped for air and realized the smoke was gone. I was standing in front of a vanity, the calendar mocking me: October 14th. The night of the gala. I had been given a second chance, and this time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I recorded the betrayal on my phone and walked into the library with a heart made of ice. I didn't just blow up the engagement; I demanded a new groom—Hank’s "invalid" older brother, Dereck, a man the world had written off as a dying recluse. "I'll take him," I told the stunned family. I wanted a husband who couldn't cheat, a puppet who would leave me a wealthy widow within a year. I thought I was choosing a safe, broken man to shield me from my enemies. I didn't know that under his blanket, Dereck was hiding a holster, or that the "dying" man was actually a predator who had been waiting for someone exactly like me to walk into his trap.

Irina Volkov has three rules: no emotions, no real names, and never meet in person. For two years she has survived on those rules alone - running romance scams on wealthy men, funneling every stolen dollar toward the crushing debt her abusive stepfather signed in her name before she escaped. She is not greedy. She is desperate. And she is very, very good. Until she targets Nikolai Dragunov. What Irina doesn't know is that Nikolai has known about her from the beginning. He created the perfect bait - a lonely businessman with money to burn - and waited for her to find him. Because in a world Nikolai controls down to the last detail, Irina Volkov is the only unpredictable thing left. He wanted to see how far she would go. Now the game is over. The con is exposed. And Nikolai isn't asking for his money back. He's keeping her. Trapped in his penthouse with nowhere to run and a Bratva boss who looks at her like she's both a puzzle and a prize, Irina has to survive the most dangerous mark she's ever made - and somehow stop herself from falling for him in the process. She's a liar. He's a monster. And neither of them expected to fall. "You took my money, malyshka. Now you belong to me."

I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory. I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years. I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news. But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me. After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me. "Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce." Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"

In a world where mystery blends with supernatural powers, the girl Iris suddenly finds herself in a strange place, far from her normal life. She does not know how she arrived at this place, nor does she know those around her, but a strange feeling haunts her: that there is something within her that is different from other humans. Its prelude is a gateway to a new world, where nothing is familiar, and every step reveals depths she never knew about herself and others.