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"....“She’s not shifting, she’s breaking!” someone shouted. “What is she?” another cried. I tried to rise and equally to steady myself, but my legs twisted and bent the wrong way and forced me back to the ground. My reflection shimmered in the pools of torchlight: my eyes glowed not amber, not gold, but white, hollow and endless. I guess I wasn’t becoming a wolf; instead, I was becoming a monster...." On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Lyra Vale’s first shift should have bound her to her pack. Instead, it marked her as the monster they fear most. Born under the cursed Blood Moon Oath, she is fated to either unite the supernatural world… or reduce it to ash. Now every faction wants her blood; the Vampire Courts whisper her name as the key to breaking their chains, while the Witch Sanctum swears she is a mistake of prophecy and her own pack and her family would rather see her buried than crowned. But fate is never merciful. Lyra’s soul is bound to a mate who is both her fiercest protector and her deadliest enemy. A boy who swore an oath that might kill her… and break her in ways no blade could. As betrayal coils tighter than love in a world where alliances shift like shadows and every truth has fangs, Lyra must decide: Will she chain the beast inside her or unleash it? This is because under the Blood Moon, even salvation tastes like blood, every choice bleeds and under the Blood Moon, will love be a weapon?

The autumn wind whispered through the sacred burial grounds as I knelt before Jake's gravestone, my fingers tracing the etched name that represented my last true family connection. The weathered gray stone stood among dozens of others—all that remained of the once-proud Moonridge Pack. "I miss you so much, Jake," I whispered, my voice catching as I placed three handmade moon charms at the base of the stone. Each one was crafted from silver wire and moonstone beads, a tradition our pack elder had taught me before she too was gone. "It's been three years, but it still feels like yesterday." The wind picked up, rustling the leaves around me. In my imagination, it carried Jake's response—warm, protective, telling me to stay strong as he always had. I closed my eyes, letting a tear slip down my cheek. "The pack healer says I'm healthy," I continued our one-sided conversation. "But I lost another one, Jake. Four months, just like the others." My hand instinctively went to my flat stomach, the phantom pain of loss lingering despite my inability to feel physical discomfort.

He is cursed. She is a slave. Their forbidden bond will either save their world or set it ablaze. Caeser Varyn, the formidable Alpha King, is a figure of fear, his very blood tainted by a curse that has claimed every mate the Moon Goddess has given him. His existence is a lonely burden of twisted power, until a single, accidental touch changes everything. Ava is a ghost in the royal palace-an unseen slave girl with a quiet grace and a hidden power. When the Moon Goddess's mating mark appears on her wrist, Caeser shatters ancient laws and claims her as his own. Their forbidden union ignites a firestorm, forcing them to flee the burning palace and the outrage of the pack. Turned out she's gifted by the Moon Goddess and to survive, Ava must master the power she never knew she possessed, expose the traitors who surround them, and find a way to break the ancestral curse. If she fails, her love will be consumed, and their world will fall to the dark power of a corrupted god.

For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez. On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me. His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture. In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage. He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger. When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered. "She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back." He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg. He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control. But he was wrong. I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return. I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan. "It is time to find myself again."

I woke up strapped to a freezing operating table, a gaping hole crudely sutured over my heart. Joi Rocha, my supposed guardian, stood nearby holding a glowing vial that contained my freshly extracted Phoenix gene sequence. "Don't blame me, sweetheart. Gayla's body is just too weak. She needs this sequence more than you do." In my past life, I endured years of illegal biological harvests for this family. My fiancé Brennon watched with cold eyes as they ripped the gene from my chest, while the elite academy students filmed and mocked my bleeding, broken body. They stripped me of my status, drained every drop of my worth, and left me to die in a freezing tomb just so their precious fake daughter could thrive. Until my dying breath, I didn't understand. I had given them my absolute loyalty, so why was I treated like disposable medical waste? Why did my life mean absolutely nothing to them? But opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the exact day they stole my core. This time, I didn't cry or beg. I stared dead into Joi's eyes and smiled. I detonated the residual energy in my chest to incinerate Gayla's stolen sequence, faked my own flatline, and injected myself with a hidden dark matter drive to completely rewrite my DNA. If they wanted to play God with my life, I was going to burn their entire world to ash.

He bought her life to pay for her lover's betrayal... but he was not supposed to become obsessed with her. Ivy is dragged into the underground compound of the Devil's Saints motorcycle club to face their most brutal enforcer. Cole is ordered to break her and find the stolen millions. But Ivy does not scream, and she does not beg. She watches him with a heavy, calculating silence that gets under his skin and makes him question the club he swore to protect. He was supposed to ruin her. So why is he the only one standing between her and a loaded gun? He was ordered to ruin her for a betrayal she did not commit. Locked in the underground vault of a violent motorcycle club, Ivy is forced into the custody of their most lethal enforcer. Cole is a man built on cold punishment and ruthless loyalty, tasked with breaking her to find their stolen millions. But instead of begging, her heavy, unyielding silence sparks a dark, forbidden obsession the enforcer cannot fight. He was supposed to be her executioner. He was never meant to become the man willing to burn his own brotherhood to the ground just to claim her.

Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans. Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time. But revenge comes at a cost.  Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control. And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself? Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.

Three years. The doctors called it a medical miracle when my eyes finally fluttered open to the harsh, sterile lights of the ICU. But the real miracle would have been staying asleep. My throat felt like cracked glass. My muscles, atrophied and trembling, barely responded as I tried to push myself up against the scratchy hospital sheets. "Dax," I rasped. My little boy. He was five now. He stood at the foot of my hospital bed, his small hands gripping the plastic railing so hard his tiny knuckles turned white. I managed a broken smile, extending a shaking, bruised arm.

I was the Barron heiress, and everyone assumed Damien, the Head Warrior, was my fated match. But the sickening scent of rotting peaches led me to the garden, where I found him pinning Eve against a tree. He wasn't just cheating; he was admitting he only wanted me for the Alpha title, while calling that manipulative charity case his "true queen." When I tried to cut off his funding, he declared war. He sabotaged my saddle, leaving a silver shard embedded in my leg, and sneered that I was vulnerable without him. Then came the ultimate humiliation. At my twenty-first birthday party, in front of every high-ranking wolf, Eve and Damien played a deepfake video of me with Rogues. Damien looked at me with mock pity, offering to marry me only to "hide my shame," while his six brothers stood as a human shield protecting Eve. They called me broken. They thought I was defenseless. But they didn't know I had already sent a message to the most dangerous wolf in existence. Just as Damien tried to force his claim, the ballroom doors exploded inward. The Alpha King walked in, eyes glowing gold, and pulled me against his chest. "She is mine," he growled, silencing the room. I looked at Damien and his brothers, holding up a silver USB drive. "You destroyed my reputation to protect her," I whispered. "Now, let's see if you still want her when you find out she's been sleeping with all seven of you." I plugged in the drive.

The day Phillip reclaimed his throne as the Lycan King, he executed everyone who had wronged him—everyone except Valentina, my older sister, who had once scorned his damaged wolf and forced me into a marking ceremony with him instead. “Maisie, she’s your family,” he said, his voice calm, almost tender. And so, he elevated her to the position of Luna, the queen of the pack. Night after night, he visited her chambers under the guise of punishing her for her past arrogance, his scent heavy with her floral essence. I endured it, swallowing my anger and pain, until the day Valentina’s schemes cost me the life of our unborn child. That was when I snapped, threatening to end my own life if Phillip didn’t send her away. But as I pressed the blade to my throat, he looked at me with an unsettling calm. “If it weren’t for you taking her place in this palace, Valentina would have been my mate long ago,” he said, his voice steady, almost detached. “I’ve always loved her, Maisie. You know that.” “But I remember your kindness, your sacrifices,” he added, his tone softening.

I pressed my palm against the swell of my belly, feeling our pup kick as I stood at the pack house entrance. Three months. Ninety-two days since I'd last seen Easton's face, felt his arms around me, heard his voice in my mind instead of through a phone screen plagued by bad Northern Territory reception. The black SUV rolled up the circular drive, and my heart hammered against my ribs. My wolf stirred, eager and restless, already reaching out through our bond to— Nothing. I frowned, trying again. The mind-link should have snapped open the moment he crossed into pack territory. We'd been connected since the day we'd recognized each other as mates, a constant warm presence in the back of my consciousness. Even during his trip, I'd felt the faint thread of him, stretched thin by distance but never severed. The car door opened.

I'm drawn aimlessly into the dark... Where will it take me Not knowing what to get from me... Could it be me when I walked into that darkness? I was taking my step to escape without knowing, seeing or hearing. Not knowing that the side I will choose is both the murderer of my soul and my salvation around me, where the darkness is pervading.

My stepbrother, Booker Harvey, saved me from a life of abuse. He was my protector, my teacher, and my first love. For two years, our small apartment was a sun-drenched dream. Then he went on a business trip. I called him, pregnant with our child, only for another woman to answer his phone. He hung up on me. Later, his stepmother put him on speakerphone so I could hear him laugh off our entire relationship. "Tell her it was just for fun," he said. "She shouldn't take it so seriously." Just for fun. The words shattered me. I got rid of our son, took the hush money, and vanished. The girl who loved him died that day. In her place, I became "Nine," a ruthless operative forged in betrayal. Now, five years later, an explosion has left me with "amnesia." When the police ask who will be my guardian, I point to the man who broke my world. "Him," I say with a shy smile. "He's the most handsome."

I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, "Are you waiting for me to ask you to open up?" I ask under my breath before claiming his lips in a kiss again, licking the inside of his mouth as I made him s**k on my tongue. I put my hand under his pajama trousers, squeezing his soft d***. "Knight, please stop." "Continue to tell me to stop, that is what l like to hear from you the most," I take his lips, kissing him messily as I stroke his d*** with my middle finger grazing his enticing assh**e. /// Life doesn't always go the way we want but it doesn't get better when Alpha Knight of the biggest pack is obsessed with you. Obsessed enough to poison you with a rare poison that leaves your body helpless and in desperate need of sex and him. While he is not my fated mate, he has made us inseparable. I'm left with no choice but to surrender to my fate, a fate that begins with a dark journey, one that when my fated mate finally appears; he turns out to be a werewolves hunter. Things get interesting when the two sworn enemies want to have me to themselves but what can I do with the poison in my body? What can I do when the Alpha has marked and married me already?

I was on my knees in the Ohio dirt, frantically scooping wet coffee grounds back into a torn trash bag while my foster mother screamed that I was a useless waste of space. Then, ten black Escalades rolled into our rotting trailer park like a funeral procession, and a woman in silk fell to the mud, sobbing that she had finally found her "Elara." I was whisked away to a mansion that looked like a castle, but the nightmare didn't end with a warm bed and sterilized air. My brother Harlen looked at me with pure disgust, and when he slapped a chicken leg out of my hand at our first dinner, I instinctively dove under the table to eat it off the rug, begging for mercy through my tears. My billionaire father, Arthur, watched in silent agony as I tried to wash my own rags in a gold-plated sink at dawn, terrified that I would be starved if I didn't "earn my keep." He promised me a thousand silk dresses and ordered the trailer park bulldozed to the ground, but I still felt like a prey animal caught by very large, very sad predators. The trauma wasn't a smudge I could wash off; it was a map of cigarette burns and bruises that I was desperate to hide from the family that had spent millions searching for me. Just as I thought I might be safe, a black helicopter banked over the lawn, carrying a medical team and a cold order from my oldest brother, the "Shark" of New York. "No one is ever taking you away," my father growled, shielding me from the men in white coats. But as the rotors shook the windows, I realized that being found was only the beginning of a different kind of war within the Bridges empire.

On the way to the hospital, my husband Kody and I had a huge argument, which led to an unexpected accident. When I opened my eyes again, we went back to when we first met. In our previous life, we were married for ten years. Our marriage was more about mutual respect than passion. However, he was unwilling to have a child with me. It was only later that I discovered he could never let go of his high school sweetheart. After being reborn, I decided to let him go. We silently deleted each other's contact information, kept our distance, and chose different paths in life. Seven years later, he became a top financial strategist and proposed to his high school sweetheart, Daniela, at their high school reunion. Seeing me still alone, he couldn't help but make a snide comment. "Emeline, I know you can't let go of me in both lifetimes. After all, I'm quite the catch, but you don't have to wait around for me." I ignored him and took my daughter's hand. Kody's face went white, his eyes blazing with fury as he demanded, "Didn't you say you'd love me for life and only want our child?"

Don't spread your gayness on me asshole says Archie Smith.., Henry Diego is new to Crosswell High School where he meets his lover Archie Smith, who happens to be his mate and the Alpha of the Crimson Water Pack, a werewolf pack that resides in town, unknown to Henry who caught feeling for Archie on his first day in the school. Always tasty for each other leads them to have their first kiss and Romance on Henry's second day at school and sleep over at Archie's apartment. Finding it difficult to tell Henry about his true identity which he later told him, which later resolved to both parents knowing, this got Henry's father so mad, that he tried his best to separate the two gays leaving just two options for Henry. Unfortunately, Archie and Henry can never be separated because they are Rare mates which is also known as True mates. 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 had to decide if he wanted to be a part of.

"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me. God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. "Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. "Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. "Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. "Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules." I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]

Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel." His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations. When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back. At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend. By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good." He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet.

Alyssa Hart is out of options. Drowning in medical debt, with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she's desperate for a solution. When an unexpected email offers her an interview at the mysterious Valentino Enterprises, she doesn't hesitate. But what she walks into isn't a job opportunity... it's a marriage contract. The powerful and feared Valentino Crime family needs a wife for their heir, Stephano Valentino. Cold, ruthless, and utterly uninterested in love, Stephano has discarded every woman his parents have introduced him to. They don't expect Alyssa to be any different. The deal is simple: marry Stephano, bear his heir, and in two years, she'll be free, with enough money to ensure her mother's survival. There's only one rule: this is not a real marriage. Stephano can do as he pleases, but Alyssa is bound to him alone. She should hate him. He gives her every reason to. But the longer she stays, the more she begins to see through the cracks in his armour. Beneath his icy exterior is something broken, something she can't help but want to fix. And Stephano, who swore he would never care, finds himself drawn to the woman he was never meant to love. But in their world, love is a weakness, and breaking the rules always comes with a price...

On the day I walked out of prison, two men stood waiting at the gate. One was my brother who had sent me inside; the other, my childhood friend who had passed the judgment on me.​

When Bridgette Vance discovers her husband’s affair with her stepsister, her perfect world collapses in front of society’s cameras. Disowned, disgraced, and desperate, she flees to Monaco—only to encounter Thiago Bermudez, a powerful billionaire with ties far closer than she realizes. Thiago offers her a contract marriage: wealth, protection, and the chance to destroy everyone who betrayed her. But as Bridgette steps into her new role as Mrs. Bermudez, she uncovers shocking truths—Thiago was once her ex‑mother‑in‑law’s husband, and her ex‑husband’s former stepfather. What begins as a dangerous alliance for revenge quickly spirals into something darker and more intoxicating. Between betrayal, forbidden desire, and a family war that threatens to consume them both, Bridgette must decide: is she Thiago’s pawn, his weapon… or the one woman powerful enough to bring him to his knees?

The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was my only companion in the sterile hospital room. I stared at the ceiling, counting the tiny holes in each tile as I had for the past eighteen hours. My hand rested protectively over my now-empty womb, the other clutching the grainy ultrasound photo—the only proof I had that my baby had ever existed at all. Three days ago, I'd been planning a nursery. Now, I was recovering from a D&C procedure, my body as hollow as my heart. Northwestern Memorial Hospital's maternity ward was cruelly ironic—a place meant for new life had become my sanctuary of grief. "Mrs. Walsh?" A nurse with kind eyes poked her head in. "Can I get you anything for the pain?" Physical pain I could handle. It was the other kind that was unbearable.

The scent of rain lingered in the air as Kyle's black SUV pulled into our driveway, three days later than expected from the Northern Territories alliance meeting. I watched from the kitchen window as he sat motionless in the driver's seat for several minutes, his hands gripping the steering wheel like it might anchor him to something solid. When he finally entered through the back door, everything about him felt wrong. His usual confident stride had been replaced by careful, measured steps. His storm-gray eyes, which once sought mine the moment he walked into any room, now darted everywhere except my face. "How did the meeting go?" I asked, setting down the mug of chamomile tea I'd been nursing while waiting for him. Kyle's jaw tightened. "Fine. Standard territory discussions." His voice carried none of the warmth that usually colored our conversations after his returns from pack business. "I need to shower." He moved past me without the customary kiss on my forehead, without even brushing his fingers against mine.