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I stared at my laptop screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. This was supposed to be a moment of triumph—checking our joint account balance to see how close we were to our dream. Jude and I had been saving for three years, diligently setting aside money each month for our future home. "Just a quick peek before Jude gets home," I whispered to myself, navigating to our bank's website. The familiar login screen appeared, and I entered my credentials with practiced ease. Three years of sacrifice flashed through my mind—the coffee shop lunches instead of restaurant dinners, the careful budgeting, the way we'd both agreed to postpone vacations and new cars. "We're so close," I murmured, clicking on the account balance. The page loaded, and I blinked, certain there was a mistake. $0.00 My breath caught in my throat. I refreshed the page, then closed the browser and opened it again.

The heavy oak doors of the Ironstone Pack’s tribunal hall were closed, sealing in the scent of polished wood, nervous sweat, and the suffocating, heavy auras of the Alpha judges. I adjusted the microphone at my podium, taking a slow breath to steady my racing heart. I am Evie Nichols, and I was born for this. "The Blackwood Ridge dispute cannot be settled by modern territorial lines," I stated, my voice ringing clear and steady across the silent hall. "By examining the historical hunting migrations of the northern packs, we see that the boundary was never meant to be static." Judge Catherine Hayes, a senior Alpha whose dominant presence usually made younger wolves shrink, leaned forward with genuine interest. I was nailing it. The cross-territory training placement with the prestigious Silverveil Pack—a once-in-a-generation opportunity—was practically in my grasp. Allowing myself a brief moment of triumph, I glanced toward the gallery. I was looking for him. Matthew Porter.

The reports on my desk blurred together, columns of numbers and patrol schedules bleeding into meaningless shapes. I'd been staring at the same Beta logistics summary for ten minutes, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin, when the knock came. "Come in," I said, grateful for the interruption. Dr. Helena Cross, our pack's Healer, stepped through the doorway. The late afternoon sun caught the silver streaks in her dark hair, but it was her expression that made my stomach drop—tight lines around her mouth, eyes filled with something between sympathy and anger. "Evangeline." She closed the door with deliberate care. "I need to speak with you about something... unusual." I set down my pen. "What is it?" Helena approached my desk, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles had gone white.

I found a glowing handprint on my car, leading to discovering my mate Lucian's affair with Vanessa. Watching dash cam footage, I heard him plotting to break our bond and take my money. At a resort, I live-streamed their tryst to expose them. Lucia lost his job after it came out he'd helped Vanessa's daughter cheat. I severed our bond, leaving him with nothing. He ended up a janitor, beaten by students and later castrated by those he'd wronged, while Vanessa was dragged back to her mate. My revenge left him ruined, paying for his betrayal.

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

For six years, Lumi thought she had everything: a steady relationship with her devoted fiancé, Caius, and the promise of a perfect future. But the night before her engagement party, Lumi walks in on a betrayal she never imagined, Caius in the arms of her own cousin, Wren. With her heart shattered, Lumi decides it's time to stop being the good girl. She creates a daring "sin list"-ten bold rules to break before the year ends. Rule #1: seduce a stranger. But when that stranger turns out to be none other than Caius' older brother, the dangerously alluring and untouchable Briggs, Lumi's game of revenge ignites a fire neither of them can control. As each "sin" on her list pushes them closer, Lumi will have to decide if vengeance is worth the price, because loving him might be the most dangerous sin of all.

The scent hit me first—my expensive La Mer moisturizer mixed with the bergamot notes of my custom-blended perfume. But it wasn't coming from my vanity where these items belonged. It was wafting from the guest bathroom, carried on a cloud of steam that shouldn't have existed in my empty house. I dropped my travel bag by the front door, my heels clicking against the marble foyer as I followed the familiar fragrance. Three days. I'd been gone for three days on a business trip to secure a merger that would benefit Thompson Enterprises—Chris's company—and this is what I returned to. The bathroom door stood ajar, revealing a figure wrapped in my silk bathrobe, my bathrobe, applying my skincare routine with the practiced ease of someone who'd done this before. Many times before. Liliana Dixon looked up from the mirror, her reflection meeting mine with not even a flicker of shame. If anything, she seemed...

The Moonstone Pack's grand hall glittered with crystal chandeliers and silver decorations. I smoothed down my midnight blue gown, still hardly believing the appointment was real. Lead Strategist for the Lycan King's Council—me, Vivian Ferguson, the girl who'd spent seven years organizing pack schedules and managing territories from the shadows. "Luna Vivian!" Another pack member approached with a glass of champagne. "You've made us all so proud!" I smiled graciously, accepting the drink. "Thank you. I'm still processing it myself." From across the room, Scott caught my eye. My mate, my Alpha, my everything for the past seven years. He looked handsome in his tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, his commanding presence drawing everyone's attention. He made his way toward me, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease.

The grand winter pack gathering commenced with a flurry of snow and anticipation. Hundreds of pack members filled the ceremonial clearing, their breaths forming clouds in the crisp air as they awaited the evening's main event—my coming-of-age ceremony. I stood at the center of the sacred circle, dressed in ceremonial white, my hands trembling slightly despite my resolve. The weight of my mother's silver pendant pressed against my chest, a reminder of the Luna legacy I was born to uphold. Or had been, in another life. "Are you ready?" my father whispered beside me, his Alpha presence radiating warmth. "I've been ready for this moment my entire life," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. The music swelled around us—ancient tunes played on instruments passed down through generations of Moonveil wolves. I closed my eyes briefly, remembering how this night had unfolded before. The humiliation.

I'm Andrew, a wolf with "skin hunger".All I've ever craved is closeness. But for three cold years, my bonded mate Sophia, who's terrified of germs, only had eyes for Daniel, her sister Grace's mate. When I tried to get near her once, she sneered, "What, are you that desperate?"​ I found her workshop stuffed with Daniel's sculptures, and that's when I knew-I signed the bond-breaking papers . At an auction, I heard Daniel admit, "Sophia's my backup-she thinks I saved her." Then he had my vas deferens cut. Later, Sophia learned I was the one who'd saved her that day.​ When I bonded with my childhood friend Stella, Sophia begged, "Give me another chance!" I told her, "I don't love you anymore." Daniel attacked me, but Sophia took a dagger for me. Later, I got a letter from her: "Wishing you happiness." I hugged Stella tight-finally, I felt whole.

I'm Brooke, a she-wolf who loved Julian fiercely until his accident tore us apart. Trapped in a cruel pack alliance, I endured betrayal and violence, faking my death to escape. Reborn as Lydia in Orinvale Town, I built a new life as a lifeguard and restaurateur, clinging to Julian's memory. Six years later, fate reunited us, but he's a stranger with no past. As we rediscover our bond, I confront old wounds and buried truths, finding strength to reclaim my heart.

My childhood sweetheart, Bryce, swore he'd never leave me, even after he was revealed as the long-lost heir to the Larson crime family. He was my home, my future, my protector against his ruthless new world. Then my sister, Diana, reappeared as the polished daughter of a rival Don, and he fell for her instantly. When Diana was "poisoned," Bryce didn't hesitate. He ordered doctors to take my blood for the antidote, a rare transfusion that could kill me. When she framed me as a rat, he had me thrown in a cellar. There, I was beaten, branded like an animal, and left for dead. The man who swore to protect me had me tortured and broken, all for his new love. His final act was to marry me off to a powerful stranger, a political move to get rid of me. But as the black armored car carried me to my new life, he finally came chasing after me, begging for forgiveness. I looked at the man who destroyed me and delivered my final vow. "My name is Callie Benton. And you, Bryce Larson, are nothing but a stranger from a life I no longer remember."

Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground.

To save my brother's life, I married a dead billionaire. My new home was a freezing, high-tech mausoleum where I was ordered to hold a year-long vigil beside Byron Hyde's cryogenic pod. But I wasn't alone in the dark. Every night, a terrifying shadow smelling of whiskey and sandalwood pinned me to my narrow bed. It tore my clothes and brutally claimed my body, leaving me bruised and trembling until dawn. When I begged the housekeeper for help, showing her my torn skin, she just smiled cruelly. "It seems the master's spirit has accepted you." I thought I was being haunted by a vengeful ghost, until Byron's arrogant nephew broke into the tomb to assault me. His tampering triggered the life-support system, and the heavy lid of the pod hissed open. Byron Hyde sat up, his eyes lethal and his skin shockingly warm. He was alive. Looking at his broad shoulders, I caught the faint scent of whiskey and sandalwood. The horrific truth hit me like a physical blow. My nightly tormentor wasn't a ghost. It was my living, breathing husband. When I confronted him, his eyes were cold and clinical. "That was a necessary test. I had to know if my wife would break." A white-hot rage choked me, but I didn't scream or run. He slipped the priceless, heavy sapphire of the family matriarch onto my finger, offering me absolute power over the treacherous relatives who wanted us both dead. To fight a monster, you can't be a victim. I looked into his deep, dangerous eyes and accepted the ring. If this was a cage, allying with the keeper was the only way to find the key.

My wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. I was in my custom Vera Wang gown, about to marry Jameson Alvarez and merge our two powerful families. But when his high school sweetheart staged a minor accident, he didn't just leave me at the altar. In front of hundreds of guests, he ripped my wedding dress right off my body, leaving me exposed in my lingerie. He used the shredded silk to cover her shoulders, shielding her from the crowd while I stood there, stripped bare for all to see. Later, he sent a text asking me to "be a good sport" and reschedule. He thought the woman who loved him would simply forgive this ultimate humiliation. But the Alannah who loved him died at that altar. My mind, cold and clear, recalled Section 7.2 of our pre-merger agreement. I picked up my phone and made a call to my legal team. "It's a breach," I said. "Activate the billion-dollar clause. Freeze everything."

I stood at the edge of our penthouse ballroom, watching five hundred of New York's elite raise crystal flutes in celebration of Wintercross Enterprises' fifth anniversary. The chandelier light fractured through the glasses, casting diamond-like patterns across the marble floor. My husband's voice commanded the room from the center stage, where our massive glass sculpture—a twisting spire representing our intertwined destinies—caught and reflected every beam of light. "None of this would exist without us," Ethan said, his charismatic smile sweeping across the crowd before landing on me. "Without the woman who saw potential where others saw risk, who stayed up nights building spreadsheets while I handled the handshakes." A ripple of appreciative laughter moved through the audience. "To Sophia, my wife, my partner, my everything." I smiled back, the midnight-blue silk of my gown shifting like water as I raised my glass. The weight of the moment settled on me—five years of marriage, ten years together, and an empire built from nothing but late nights, cheap pizza, and unwavering belief in each other. "You're glowing tonight," whispered Chloe Bennett, materializing beside me with her tablet tucked under her arm. My personal assistant's eyes sparkled with pride. "The board's quarterly projections came in.

Carl was giving me the silent treatment again, and he hadn't lifted a finger to apologize. Four years into our marriage, here we were once more. The reason? I’d accidentally scorched the cuff of one of his white dress shirts while ironing. The burn was tiny—you’d have to look closely to even see it. But without a word, he changed clothes, slammed the door behind him, and blocked me on every platform. He checked into a hotel near his office, using silence as a punishment—a tactic I knew all too well. I pulled out pen and paper, ready, as I had done countless times before, to write my letter of apology. But this time, I didn’t want to say I was sorry. I crumpled the half-written letter into a ball, tossed it into the trash, and went straight to his office. When I reached his door, I saw him there, half-crouched in front of a young woman. She was crying. Carl held a tissue, dabbing at her tears with an awkward, painstaking gentleness. “Amy, please don’t cry. It’s my fault. Just… don’t give me the silent treatment anymore, okay?” So it wasn’t that he didn’t know how to humble himself. It wasn’t that he was born unable to offer comfort. He just… didn’t want to offer it to me.

When college freshman Betty stumbles into a forbidden room during her part-time shift at the museum, she accidentally opens a portal to a world ruled by werewolves. In the chaos, a cursed alpha claims her as his, marking her as the one bound to his fate. From that moment, Betty's ordinary life changes into a nightmare of bloodlines, betrayals, and battles she never believed could exist. Hunted by enemies and shunned by those who see her as an unworthy human, she must uncover the truth behind the alpha's curse before it consumes them both. Can Betty break free and return to the life she once knew or will she become the first human Luna in history, fighting to survive in a world that was never meant for her?

After being forced out of her marriage because she could not have children, Allison's heart broke into pieces. She left for a sleepy town, hoping to find peace and mend her wounds. One day, she stumbled upon an abandoned baby boy and chose to raise him alone. Four years slipped by. One morning, a fleet of luxury cars rolled up to her modest house. A well-dressed man stepped out, holding a card. "Here's two million. Take it for raising my son." With a sly grin, the man replied, "Then both of you come home with me." Allison drew the child close. "He's my family. I will not let him go!"

Four years ago, I walked into liquid silver fire to drag the Alpha heir out of a burning wreck. The silver melted the skin off my back, leaving me a topographic nightmare of scars, while my inner wolf went dormant to survive the pain. I thought my sacrifice meant something. But when Julian finally woke from his coma, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at my burns with pure disgust. "Who let this broken Omega in here?" he sneered. He pulled Estelle—the woman who had fled the scene without a scratch—into his arms. "This," he declared, burying his face in her flawless neck, "is the scent of my savior. Not you. You smell like a chemical spill." He treated me like a leper in my own pack. He let his sister slash my dress to expose my "ugly" back to dinner guests. On the day he was forced to marry me for PR, he drove us to the altar with Estelle in the backseat. When she faked a panic attack, claiming the wolfsbane I warned her about was "anxiety," Julian slammed on the brakes in the middle of a storm. "Get out," he commanded, unlocking my door. "Julian, we're ten minutes from the wedding." "Estelle is dying! You selfish monster, get out!" He kicked me out of the Rolls Royce, leaving me standing in the mud in my white silk gown. As his taillights faded, I didn't cry. I closed my eyes and grabbed the frayed bond in my mind. "I, Ember Tucker, reject you, Julian Copeland." Snap. He thought he was discarding a broken toy. He didn't realize he had just rejected the legendary White Wolf—and his only chance at survival.

Aria had always been a driven, ambitious woman. As a rising star in the tech industry, she had no time for games or drama. Her relationship with Ethan, her longtime boyfriend, had been convenient but lackluster. That is, until the fateful night she caught him in bed with her childhood best friend, Jasmin. Heartbroken and enraged, Aria confronted them both, demanding answers and explanations. Mark tried to manipulate her, but Aria was done listening. In a fit of anger and despair, she left with no destination in mind and ended up in a hotel bar, drowning her sorrows in an expensive whiskey. It was there that she first encountered Luca kings, a dangerous and handsome mafia boss. But Aria's new life took a shocking turn when Luca revealed a dark secret: Her father, a powerful corporate executive, had been responsible for the death of Luca's mother. It was a brutal murder years ago, covered up by Aria's influential family. Luca vowed revenge, and Aria found herself caught in the middle. She was torn between her loyalty to her family and the undeniable attraction she felt towards Luca. As the tension mounted, Aria knew that she would have to make a choice - one that would change the course of her life forever.

Blurb "I, Alpha Jackson Caesar of the Black moon Pack, reject you as my mate!" Rose, a poor and humble slave, enters into a world of power, betrayal and forbidden love. Her life takes a drastic turn when she's saved by the feared yet kind Lycan Prince Aiden, her second chance mate. As their love gets stronger, jealousy and lies threaten to destroy them. Poisoned, kidnapped, almost killed. She unveils shocking truths. She is the long lost daughter of an Alpha and the rightful heir to a very powerful Pack. With enemies exposed, and love prevailing, Rose rises from a servant to a Luna, uniting two great Packs and reclaiming her destiny. But there's always a price to pay. Rose must fight to protect everything she loves.

In her first life, Elara Silas was a biological insurance policy a spare part for her sickly brother and a shadow to her saintly twin sister, Elena. Her existence ended on a cold operating table, her heart harvested while her husband, John Grant, watched with chilling indifference. But death was only a detour. Waking up three years in the past, Elara is no longer the obedient dog begging for scraps of affection. Armed with the memories of her family's ultimate betrayal, she prepares to dismantle the Silas empire from the inside out. Her first move? Rejecting her father's control to sign a secret contract with his greatest rival: the enigmatic and breathtakingly handsome Orion. Expectations shatter when she meets him. Orion isn't just a powerful jeweler; he is a man haunted by the same ghost. In a world-altering revelation, he confesses the truth: he wasn't a bystander in the first life-he was the man behind the glass, murdered by Elara's father while trying to save her. Now, two souls who died in the same tragedy are united by a lethal alliance. As Elara returns to the Silas mansion to play the role of the repentant daughter, she finds herself trapped in the same deadly games-including Elena's blood-soaked frame-ups and her mother's toxic healing schemes. But this time, Elara isn't alone. With Orion's shadow looming over the Silas household and a black opal ring hiding a shared secret, the hunt has begun.

Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile. He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife. But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir." He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator. He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb. Julian, you will never see your child. I no longer want your promises. I no longer want you. From now on, we will never cross paths again. Adieu, pour toujours.