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They called her Omega as if it were her name, as if stripping her of an identity would make it easier to forget that she was born under a blood moon and left at the borders of a pack that never wanted her. Seraphina has spent her entire life on her knees scrubbing floors stained with the victories of wolves who never saw her as one of their own, enduring humiliation, hunger, and the cold certainty that she will never shift, never belong, and never rise above the rank they forced upon her. In a kingdom where strength is everything and weakness is despised, she survives by lowering her eyes and swallowing her pride, unaware that the submission they scent-marked into her skin is slowly being rejected by something ancient stirring in her blood. When King Kael Draven, the ruthless Alpha of Alphas, visits her pack to inspect growing unrest along the borders, he expects obedience and reports, not the intoxicating scent of a mate that feels wrong, forbidden, and impossibly powerful. The moment his gaze lands on the trembling omega kneeling in the courtyard, the bond snaps with violent force, igniting not only his wolf's possessive instincts but a dangerous ripple across the supernatural realms. Because Seraphina does not smell like a simple wolf. She smells like claws and blood and magic woven together, like a prophecy whispered in secret councils and buried beneath centuries of fear. As her presence begins to crack ancient seals placed upon her at birth, two other rulers feel the shift in the balance of power. Lucien Valecrest, the immortal Vampire King whose control has never faltered in centuries of rule, senses royal blood awakening in the wind and realizes the impossible truth that his fated mate lives among wolves as a discarded omega. Alaric Thorne, the enigmatic Witch King who guards the oldest prophecies, knows that the child hidden from execution two decades ago has finally begun to rise, and that her awakening will either unite the three kingdoms or reduce them to ash. Caught between three kings bound to her by fate and a pack that once delighted in her suffering, Seraphina must confront the truth of her existence: she is not weak, not broken, and not merely a wolf without a shift, but a tribrid born of forbidden bloodlines, a living fusion of witch, werewolf, and vampire whose power was sealed to keep the world from tearing itself apart. As war brews, jealous rivals scheme, and ancient enemies emerge from the shadows, the girl who was forced to kneel must decide whether she will continue to survive quietly or rise and claim the crown destiny carved into her soul. In a world that taught her she was nothing, Seraphina will discover that she was never meant to belong to a single pack, a single throne, or even a single king, but to rule them all, and when the former omega finally stands, every kingdom will learn that the rarest creature in existence is not the one born powerful, but the one who rises from cruelty with a crown forged in claws, blood, and magic.

"How can you smile like that when neither of your fathers are here at your own wedding reception?" Pond asked, eyeing Dunk, who stood in the gallery, smiling towards his newly-wedded husband. Dunk's smile didn't waver, but his eyes darkened. He turned to Pond, voice sharp, "Do you think I don't care? That I'd go against them on purpose?" Pond responded without hesitation, "Aren't you doing exactly that?" "No, I'm not," Dunk snapped. His voice dropped lower, colder. "I'm standing here for my pride-the same pride he crushed. I'm not a child who goes crying to his parents. He destroyed me, P'Pond. Now it's my turn. I'm going to destroy his life-completely." Pond looked shaken. "You can't marry someone for revenge, Dunk. I told you-I'm here for you. I'll never let anyone from the Guthithanan family hurt you again." Dunk's voice cracked as he exploded, "But he crossed the line that night!" He scanned the room and quickly pulled Pond into a quieter corner. His voice was low and furious. "He shattered everything I had. And now, with this marriage, I'm going to make him live with the consequences. He's trapped with me now-forever. I won't let him walk away so easily." His gaze flicked across the room-directly to Joong, who stood beside Sarawat, calmly speaking to a business partner. Joong caught Dunk's stare and instinctively looked his way. Dunk raised his champagne glass with a mocking smile. A toast to war. Joong clenched his jaw, returning the gesture coolly-but his burning eyes slid to Pond, full of rage and warning.

I was the wife of Damien Valenti, the most ruthless mafia Don in Chicago. But to cement his power and marry a rival family's daughter, he exiled me to the slums without a single dime. "Stay not as my wife, Izzy, but as my whore." That was his final ultimatum before dumping me out of his black SUV like trash. Terrified of losing me, my five-year-old son, Angelo, secretly hid in the car to follow me. Two days later, in a squalid Indiana motel, Angelo caught severe pneumonia. I had no money and no doctor. In sheer desperation, I sliced my own wrist with broken glass, pressing my bleeding arm to his pale lips, begging him to drink and live. But my little boy died in my arms. Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Damien was sipping vintage champagne with his new bride, casually dismissing the life of his own flesh and blood. The grief turned me into a monster. I spent twenty years clawing my way through the underworld to destroy his empire, only to die with a bullet in my chest. I gave him my absolute devotion, yet he traded our family for political power without a single ounce of hesitation. Opening my eyes again, I was back in that hellish neon-lit motel room. Angelo was burning with fever and fighting for air, but he was still breathing. This time, I wasn't the naive girl who loved Damien Valenti. I was a woman holding two decades of their darkest secrets, and my vendetta had just begun.

When Alex brought Brynn, his student, back to our apartment, I quickly decided to let them have the bed. In my past life, a fierce storm had raged outside when he brought Brynn back late at night and told me to sleep on the floor with our daughter, Nevaeh, leaving the bed to them. Enraged, I argued with him and yelled at Brynn, who ran out crying and accidentally fell into a ditch, drowning. Alex said nothing. Later, during another storm, he opened the storm drain and shoved me and our child in, saying, "Brynn was my mentor’s daughter, and I don’t know how to face him now that she’s gone. You can go down there and apologize to him for me!" Before Nevaeh and I could even cry out for help, the icy, foul water filled our lungs. After our deaths, I found out that Brynn hadn’t died at all; it was a malicious prank to punish me for insulting her. Our bodies hadn’t even had a chance to cool before my husband joyously brought Brynn back to live with him. Now, as I opened my eyes, thunder rumbled outside the door, and Alex walked in with Brynn by his side. Alex hurried Brynn through the door, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

The crystal chandeliers cast warm golden light across Adrian's flagship restaurant, their gentle glow reflecting off polished silverware and pristine white tablecloths. I adjusted my grip on the cryogenic case's handle, feeling its familiar weight as I navigated between tables of elegantly dressed diners. Tonight was supposed to be perfect—our rehearsal dinner, the final celebration before Adrian and I became husband and wife. The case hummed softly beside me, its temperature-controlled interior maintaining the delicate biological specimens at precisely negative eighty degrees Celsius. Three years of research, countless late nights in the lab, and specimens that could revolutionize environmental protection—all secured within this unassuming metal container. I'd grown so accustomed to its presence that it felt like an extension of myself. "Excuse me." A sharp voice cut through the restaurant's ambient chatter. "Ma'am, I need to speak with you." I turned to find a young woman in the restaurant's signature black uniform approaching me with purposeful strides. Her name tag read 'Hayley Foster,' and something about her confident demeanor made my stomach tighten. The way she moved through the dining room suggested this was her territory, her domain.

For six years, Adrian Hale had a wife nobody knew about. He liked it that way. Until the night he paraded his dying ex-girlfriend in front of the press — and his real wife walked into the ballroom carrying a homemade birthday cake. Until his five-year-old son told four hundred strangers Amelia was "just the cleaning lady." Until she walked out of his life without a sound. By the time Leo's fever spikes at 2 a.m. and he's crying for the only mommy who ever made him soup, Amelia is in Paris. By the time Adrian unblocks her number, she's blocked his. By the time he sees the photograph — his wife, in buttercup yellow, on the arm of his Chairman — it's already too late. Some women fall to pieces when their husbands break their hearts. Amelia Quinn became someone else's headline.

While video chatting with my boyfriend, his roommates were eagerly clamoring to meet me. Just as I was giving a modest smile, the phone was unexpectedly snatched away. A charismatic voice, tinged with humor, chimed in, “Come on, don’t be shy, show us what our sister-in-law looks like.” To my surprise, I found myself face-to-face with my ex-boyfriend, Brayden, whose breakup with me had been quite the upheaval. His smile slowly faded, and after a moment, he forced a wry grin. “Wow.” As he leaned in, the star pendant on his silver chain brushed against the camera lens. My breath caught when I recognized him. Sweat trickled down Brayden's sharp jawline and into the open collar of his basketball jersey. He stared at the screen for a couple of seconds, his pupils widening in shock. “…Wow.” The phone was abruptly tossed aside, the screen momentarily blacked out before it was quickly picked up again. Cassius grabbed the phone, sounding annoyed, “Why did you freak out like that?” Brayden hesitated, then snorted, “Your taste could use some work.” Cassius, usually so calm, surprisingly found himself irritated, and retorted sharply, “My girlfriend is great, stop with the nonsense.” “She’s definitely prettier than the prom queen, what's up with you, Brayden?” “If I scored someone like her, I’d live on instant noodles for three years!” “No way, I’d give up takeout for a decade!” His roommates erupted in laughter, while Brayden stayed silent.

A thousand crystal prisms fractured the golden light of the Watkins mansion ballroom, casting a warm, celestial glow over my eighteenth birthday. To the elite of the city mingling around me, this was merely the societal debut of the beloved Watkins princess. To me, it was a miracle of flesh and bone. Every breath of jasmine-scented air, every clink of champagne flutes, was a victory against the dark. From across the room, my mother caught my eye. She offered a soft, knowing smile that carried the ancient, nurturing weight of the Pawnshop Proprietress she once was. Beside her, my father—the Judge who had pulled my shattered soul from the eighteen levels of hell—nodded, his gaze fierce and protective. For a fleeting second, the opulent ballroom faded, and I felt the phantom heat of purgatory licking at my ankles. My thumb moved instinctively, rubbing the small, raised white scar on my left wrist. Two hundred years of waiting leaves a mark the soul refuses to let the flesh forget.

I was raised by my grandparents while my parents, obsessed with giving my sister perfect long legs, sought out a wizard to swap our legs-mine for hers, and hers for mine. In my past life, I yielded to their wishes. But in this life, I took revenge. I gave the enchanted ballet shoes to an ostrich. She gained long legs, but they were nothing like human limbs-feathers sprouted instead, twisted and grotesque like an ostrich's. By a Twist of the curse, I became the luna.

WARNING This book contains mature scenes, explicit content, and potentially triggering themes. It is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. Claude Adams never wanted a mate-especially not her. As the Beta and son to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, he knows fate isn't something to fight. But when he meets the she-wolf destined to be his, the bond feels all wrong. Suffocating. A trap he can't escape. So when a cryptic message meant for a human draws him onto a luxury cruise liner, he takes it as the perfect excuse to run. What he doesn't expect is Nikolai Vladimirovich-a ruthless Russian Mafia boss with a dangerous aura and a stare that strips Claude down to something raw. What starts as a reckless, meaningless fling turns into something neither of them can walk away from. But Claude isn't human. He was never meant to belong to Nikolai. And when the truth comes out, there will be no mercy. Because Nikolai doesn't share. And fate? It doesn't make mistakes.

Andrew Hebert, the man who promised to protect me, stood on a stage and announced his engagement to my tormentor. It wasn't just heartbreak; it was a business deal. He was selling me to a creditor to cover his gambling debts. The applause of the powerful families was a death sentence, each clap sealing my fate as collateral. Andrew had paraded me here just to show everyone I was an asset to be liquidated, while his new fiancée smirked at me from the stage. I was trapped, with no money and no one to turn to. The man I loved was leading me to the slaughter. But as I fled into the library, a voice emerged from the shadows, deep and dangerous. Damien Maddox. The Dark Don. The only man Andrew feared. He offered me a different kind of cage, one with the power to burn Andrew's world to the ground. With nothing left to lose, I looked the devil in the eyes. "Take me with you."

Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents. Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City. * "Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne. But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time? What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?

Ten years ago, her family was destroyed. Alya Rivas broke off her engagement with Archer Garcia and fled without a word.Ten years later, she returns to the capital, hoping to live quietly in the shadows-only to run straight into him, now a man of immense power and influence. He traps her in his world, his eyes dark with obsession and possession:"You ran for ten years. Now it's time you came back."Old grudges linger, old love burns bright. In this glittering, cold capital, nights will no longer let her rest.

*MATURE READERS ONLY * DARK ROMANCE * "What shall I do now that I have seized my prey?" He questions me, voice sonorous and husky whilst he inhales sharply nose buried into the flesh of my neck savouring the scent of his female. Canines descend eager to sink, unhesitant for a bite. "Should I devour it?"He whispers into my ear whilst the tip of his hot tongue tastes the flavour of my inflamed skin. I quiver beneath him encaged under his muscular being. "I am starving my female and you look absolutely... succulent."He moans, tongue stroking his plump lower lip as an uncontrollable need sets him on fire from within. ************************** HIM - Deimos was neither man nor wolf. He was a God, the Alpha of Alphas. They say he possesses no soul, for his eyes retain coldness that no heat can melt, his heart unyielding and emotionless occupying profound scars from his battles guarded by high walls. He is ruthless, instilling fear within others and striving off it. He did not understand the meaning of love nor mates until he laid eyes on his moon blessed. HER - Destined for greatness she fought tooth and claw to survive. Her past, her arduous war. The first female Alpha to have ever been born on her pack lands. Having no place she battled for her birthright, for her reign. She did not know that her fight did e not cease that night she triumphed. She did not know that her greatest bloodshed would be with her mate. Deimos. He would fight against his heart and she would fight with her soul.

When Karina opened her eyes, she had transmigrated from a blood-soaked war zone into the body of a despised, D-list Hollywood "vase." Before she could even process the glaring lights, the lead actress went entirely off-script, swinging a vicious slap right at her face. Karina's muscle memory took over, nearly crushing the woman's wrist in a steel grip, but a much harsher reality was waiting for her back home. The original owner had maxed out every credit card to buy a Ferrari and Rolexes for a scumbag idol named Kole, leaving Karina buried under a staggering three million dollar debt. To make matters worse, Kole and the lead actress were teaming up as the main couple on a hit wilderness dating show. Her agent told her she was contractually obligated to join the cast as their pathetic, obsessed ex-girlfriend, while millions of rabid fans spammed death threats online, waiting to watch her cry and break. To a warlord who had crawled out of mass graves, this cyberbullying was a joke, but the crushing capitalist debt was a real threat. "I'd like to see how hard the bones of these greenhouse flowers really are." Karina chopped off her cheap blonde hair, scrubbed off the hideous makeup to reveal a lethal, flawless face, and packed her tactical survival gear. If they wanted to use her as a stepping stone, she was going to show them what a real massacre looked like—while a certain untouchable A-list actor secretly listened to every bloodthirsty thought echoing in her mind.

"You don't know what to do? Rub it, baby," he murmured, his voice sending tingling shock straight to my already aching core. ***** The Silas brothers, all of them want me, and all of them need me. They take me brutally, wild and possessive, filling every part of me. Even though it hurts and leaves me sore, I love it and the craziest part? I craved it even more than they do. Every single day, I want them stretching me, digging into me, and owning me. But I never wanted this. My father forced me to work here to raise money for my sick sister. I tried to stay focused on the job, but the moment Vlad touched me, I felt something I had never experienced before, not even the pleasure I found on my own fingers could compare. I lost all control. Then came Rurik, he gave me a kind of ecstasy that nearly drove me mad, making me ready to surrender my virginity to him right then and there. But then, there is him. Cold and withdrawn, he wants me all to himself. And I love him. He was my first love, the only one I ever planned to give virginity to. But now I realize I can't choose just one man, I want him to join the Silas brothers and own me alongside them. Little did I know, he isn't who I thought he was. A one shocking revelation that tore me apart. WARNING: This book contains raw adults' scenes with mature words and flesh mushing. If this is your genre, hop in with your popcorn....

The marker beacon felt heavier than usual in my gloved hands as I adjusted the calibration settings one final time. Three thousand meters below the surface, the mineral deposit stretched out beneath us like a sleeping giant—trillions of dollars worth of strategic resources that would secure our nation's technological independence for decades. I should have been focused on the installation sequence. Instead, my attention kept drifting to the reflection in my helmet's display. Theo and Kya stood fifteen meters behind me near the submersible's control cabin, their bodies angled toward each other in a way that made my stomach tighten. Not the casual proximity of colleagues, but something else. Something deliberate. They exchanged a glance—quick, furtive—and Kya's hands fumbled with the pressure valve she'd operated flawlessly a hundred times before. The wrench slipped from her grip, clattering against the metal grating. She didn't bend to retrieve it.

They closed the case. Declared him missing. Dead. But I know where his body is…because I put it there. Now, three months later, I’ve started over. New city. New look. Clean slate. Until I see him. Same face. Same eyes. Same voice. Same everything. He says his name is Alex.But I buried him. So who the hell is wearing his face?

Victoria Earnest is forced into an arranged marriage with George Williams, the billionaire CEO of Will Holdings. To everyone, she is the lucky billionaire's wife, but at home, she is nothing but a housewife with an abusive husband. While still trying to maintain her fake image, her ex-boyfriend reappears in the picture years later, and she feels drawn back to him. Unknown to everyone, Victoria has dark secrets beneath her calmness, which she conceals from everyone and rather uses them as cards for a game she plays, to her lasting benefits.

I stood frozen, champagne flute trembling in my hand as the large projection screen displayed Black Corporation's official social media announcement. The elegant anniversary party around me—our third wedding anniversary—suddenly felt like a cruel stage set for my public execution. The post showed my husband, Houston Black, tenderly kissing a woman's swollen belly. The caption read: "Black Corporation is pleased to announce that the Black family will soon welcome its heir. CEO Houston Black and Mrs. Black are expecting their first child together." Except the woman in the photo wasn't me. It was Camryn Jenkins. The crystal chandelier light seemed to dim as whispers erupted around the ballroom. I felt dozens of eyes shifting between the screen and my flat stomach, putting the pieces together. My heart condition flared painfully in my chest, each beat like a hammer against fragile glass.

She has no wolf. He is her fated mate. But you can't run from fate. Katya has always been different. Born to a Beta father and a legendary warrior mother, she was meant to be strong, powerful—a future leader. Instead, she has nothing. No wolf. No connection to the Moon Goddess. No place in her pack. On the night of her 18th birthday, everything shatters. Her family is disgraced, their titles stripped, and they are forced into exile. Seeking refuge in the Black Creek Pack, Katya tries to start over, to prove her worth even if it means hiding the one thing that could destroy her. However, Katya finds keeping her secret harder than she thought when the Alpha shows a keen interest in her. She is forced to move into the packhouse. With nowhere to hide, she is forced to take extreme measures to keep him from discovering she has no wolf. But then fate intervenes. Ezra is her mate. Katya never wanted a mate. Not when she has spent her entire life being told she is not enough. And Ezra cannot understand how the Moon Goddess would pair him with a wolf-less mate. Now, Katya and Ezra must decide—fight fate or embrace it. Because love may be the most powerful magic of all.

"This is wrong. You're supposed to help me fix my marriage" "And yet here you are, squirming under my hands like you're begging me to break it" "You're too close... I can't think straight when you're this close" "Then stop thinking. Just feel." He leans in, his breath brushing against my lips. "Tell me to stop Lillian-and I will. But if you don't, I'm going to kiss and claim your body like I've imagined a thousand times on that chair" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When Lillian Calloway walks into marriage counseling, she's desperate-not just to save her crumbling relationship with her emotionally distant husband, but to hold together the image of a perfect life. Then she meets Dr Ronan Carter. Calm, devastatingly handsome and far too familiar for her comfort. Each session unravels more than just the crack in her marriage-it exposes desires she's locked away for years. Ronan makes her feel alive. And when the professional lines begin to blur, Lillian finds herself stepping on the edge of something forbidden. He's her counselor. She's his client. Falling for each other will cost them everything. But what if the biggest lie was the marriage they were trying to save?

"He's cold, devishily handsome, commanding, and impossible to read... and she's been forced into his world. Isabella thought she knew what life with Adrian would be-quiet, controlled, predictable-but an arranged marriage was never meant to be simple. One glance, one heated conversation, and everything changes. From enemies to reluctant partners, secrets, past hurts, and unexpected emotions collide as Isabella finds herself drawn to the man behind the coldness. In the quiet of his car, she glimpses the man beneath the fury-devilly handsome, sharp gray eyes softened for her alone. And for the first time, Adrian sees her-innocently beautiful, entirely his. Can she unravel him before her heart gets lost?" Add to your libraries, besties so as to join me in Adrain and Isabella's passionate journey. Trust me you wouldn't want to miss this! @NightWhisperWrites

Lisa, the Luna of her pack, is falsely accused of attempting to poison her Alpha's new mate, Nelly. To prove her innocence, she is forced to drink from the same cup she is accused of poisoning. She met her untimely death as she drank from the cup. But death was only the beginning for Lisa as she woke up in another girl's body in a strange forest. She was reborn. She got inhabited with a new body to do more with her new life. What kind of role will anyone play in her new life if she set out on a quest for revenge against those who betrayed her, including her once beloved Alpha, and reclaim her rightful place as Luna?