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Thalia returns to Halcyon-pack to find the top wolves obsessed with Sophia, a lookalike. Pop-up comments reveal they replaced Thalia with Sophia, but Thalia stays indifferent. As the wolves prioritize Sophia, Thalia confronts their double standards and Sophia's manipulations. Levi betrays the group for Thalia, and they form a sacred bond, shocking the pack. Robert later reveals they'd planned to help Thalia take over Morgan Enterprises but acted distant due to her father's lies. After dissolving the bond, Levi and the other wolves compete for Thalia's real affection, proving their enduring obsession.

His hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me against him. I should have pushed away. Instead, I let him kiss me like he owned me. And God help me... I kissed him back. I didn't know who he truly was then. I didn't know he was Asa, the man whispered about in fear, the Mafia boss who ruled the city from the shadows. But once I did, it only made me want him more. Now, every meeting pulls me deeper into his world, as our 2 seperate reality bleed into each other. And when I discover I'm carrying his child, I'll have to face the truth: I can never go back to who I was. But will He be the love that saves me... or the sin that finally ruins me? Rated 18+

He shattered her. A stranger awakened her. Now she'll burn the world for her own redemption. Lila was a wolfless omega-obedient, unseen, and promised to an Alpha who shattered her with one cruel betrayal. One night with a stranger changes everything. Elliot is vengeance in a tailored suit. Cold. Unforgiving. And Lila is the daughter of the man he's sworn to destroy. She was never meant to matter-until the mate bond snaps into place, and hatred turns to hunger. Then there's Julian. Gentle. Steady. Safe. In his arms, Lila glimpses a life untouched by pain. But even the kindest hearts carry shadows. Caught between the fire and the calm, between a love that burns and a love that heals, Lila must face the truth of her bloodline, the secrets that bind her to both men-and the power growing inside her. She's done being obedient. She's done being silent. And she won't just survive-she'll rise from the ashes.

Before the college entrance exam, Shi Sui was forced to move in with her father's friend's family, where she met their son, Yan Tingli. At that time, the young man stood on the stairs in a black turtleneck sweater, his entire presence cold and desolate, looking at her as if she were nothing. He seemed not to recognize her, but Shi Sui knew Yan Tingli. He was refined and handsome, the school's famous honor student, liked by countless girls. She never imagined that behind closed doors, even a good student would shed his outer skin and devour people without spitting out bones. "I want to kiss you." "I don't want to." "Be good, open the door now." Yan Tingli was sick. So during college, Shi Sui quietly applied for an overseas exchange, fleeing far away. She was afraid. Several years later, Shi Sui returned to the country. At a dinner gathering between their parents, she saw Yan Tingli again. He was unsurprisingly excellent-CEO of a listed company, at the height of his success, treating her like a stranger, as if the past had long become like passing clouds. When asked about their relationship by former classmates, Yan Tingli only said indifferently: "Not very familiar." Who knew that not long after, it was just being given a ride by a male colleague. That very night, a whole night of absurdity. When she couldn't bear it and cried out, she heard his low murmur by her ear, his voice trembling with pleasure: "Sui Sui, you've made me search so hard all these years." "Finally caught you." Timid, gentle sister × Refined scoundrel As the synopsis shows, the male lead has a very strong possessive desire, is quite crazy, and good at disguising himself, but is a love-brain. The author's preferences exploded, and they just wanted to write some scoundrel content. Please be gentle. Highlight: Those with high moral requirements for the male lead should not enter.

The shrill ring of Forest's phone pierced through the morning quiet of our bedroom at exactly seven-fifteen. I was already dressed, adjusting my navy blazer in the mirror while mentally reviewing the day's schedule—our company's tenth anniversary celebration, months of planning finally coming to fruition. "Hello?" Forest's voice carried that particular tone he reserved for certain calls. The one that made my stomach clench with unease. I watched his reflection in the mirror as his expression shifted from sleepy confusion to urgent concern. "Lyla? What's wrong?" My hands stilled on my blazer buttons. Of course it was her. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Forest murmured, his voice dropping to that intimate register that once belonged only to conversations with me. "When did it happen?" I turned around, studying his face as he paced to the window.

All her life, India Mendez has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. India hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Jason Glover was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Mendez's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Kingstown, India and Jason have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

The morning I got out, the sky was gray and flat, like it couldn't be bothered to care either. Two years. Seven hundred and thirty-one days in a concrete box where they pumped chemicals into my bloodstream every seventy-two hours to keep my wolf from surfacing. The Pinewood Correctional Facility for Feral Wolves. That's what they called it. A place for broken shifters. Dangerous ones. I was sixteen when they put me in. I was eighteen now, and I had never once shifted. The guard at the gate handed me a plastic bag with my intake clothes.

At our engagement ceremony, I stood in the grand hall of the packhouse, the Victorian-style dress my grandmother Holly had sewn for me flowing elegantly around me. The room was filled with pack members, their auras buzzing with excitement. Atharv, the Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack and my supposed mate, stood beside me, his imposing figure radiating authority. But his dark eyes weren’t on me—they were fixed on Ada, a cunning she-wolf who had always lingered too close to him. When Atharv turned to me, his alpha tone cut through the murmurs of the crowd. “Sariah,” he commanded, his voice cold and unyielding, “perform a dance for Ada. She deserves some entertainment.” My heart stuttered. A dance? At an engagement ceremony? And for Ada, of all people?

She's lying," he tells the cameras. But the truth in his eyes says otherwise. Struggling on scholarship and multiple jobs to support her family, she never expected one night to change everything. But when a pregnancy test confirms her worst fears, the father, a billionaire's heir, publicly denies her claims to protect his own future. Now she's fighting a battle on two fronts: keeping her scholarship while raising a child alone, and facing down one of the most powerful families in the country. In a world where money talks and reputations can be bought, she has only one weapon, the truth. But when lies have billion dollar consequences, will the truth be enough to survive?

Amelia has never stood out for much, but one strange night changes everything. After a string of unlucky events, she crosses paths with a secret society hidden in plain sight - a world ruled by werewolves. What begins as confusion quickly turns into chaos when she's taken to the clan's sacred mating ball, an ancient ceremony where every wolf claims their destined partner. Amelia doesn't belong there. She isn't one of them. Yet when the moon rises and the names are called, hers is among them. Claimed by an Alpha feared by his own kind, Amelia is thrust into a world dominated by instinct and desire a world that she fails understand. Escape seems impossible, and surrender might be even more dangerous.

"Do you have anything to say?",he said and I stared at it for few seconds. I wanted to be the one on my knees so bad. I wanted to be fucked hard by him...but I was married. "Fuck Jason, he left me before I could reach my release anyways, he doesn't have to know about this", I thought. "Fuck me..hard, make me cum as hard as you can", I muttered, my own voice, barely audible, dripping with a want I no longer cared to hide. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips and he closed the distance between us, his warm hands cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Open.", he said and I obeyed, parting my lips. ****** A birthday betrayal leads Andrea into a stranger's's arms. The next morning, she discovered he was her husband's best friend who had been away for so long. A secret that was supposed to end at dawn became their their little dark secret. When secrets explode and hearts are destroyed. She vanishes with a secret that could change everything...a secret that refuses to stay buried...

When I was being torn apart alive by starving dogs in an abandoned warehouse, my fiancé Forrest was drinking whiskey in our penthouse. I had called him begging for help when the serial killer cornered me, but he just yelled at me over the loud party music. "I never want to hear your voice again," he had snarled, before hanging up and leaving me to die. After my brutal death, my soul was dragged back to our shared home. I watched Forrest pull his new lover, Evelin, into his arms, letting her wear my clothes while my blood was still wet on the concrete. When the police showed him photos of my blood-soaked purse and the absolute carnage of the crime scene, he didn't shed a single tear. "She's faking it," he sneered to the detective. "She probably bought pig's blood to stage this little play just to force me to marry her." He completely erased five years of my devotion, reducing my horrific murder to a pathetic, jealous tantrum. I couldn't understand how he could be so cruel, abandoning me in the freezing rain while I was pregnant with his child just to comfort Evelin. But as my ghostly form floated above my own corpse, the terrifying truth finally hit me. Evelin hadn't just stolen my fiancé. She had deliberately dressed me in a floral gown, knowing it was the exact trigger for a local serial killer, and spoofed Forrest's phone to lure me into the trap. They think they have won, burying my existence under perfect lies. But as a dark, violent energy begins to pulse through my translucent hands, they are about to learn a terrifying lesson. A woman scorned is dangerous, but a murdered woman is a force of nature.

In the seventh year of our marriage, around Thanksgiving, my husband still refused to introduce me to his family. Each time I brought it up, he would smile and say: “Times are different now, darling. People like to maintain personal boundaries.” “You married me, not my family.” “Marriage is just between the two of us, as long as we love each other, that’s all that matters.” “Besides, you don't need to meet my parents, and I won’t meet yours; wouldn’t it be better to keep our families separate?” His words sounded so reasonable that I never doubted him. Until the next day, when my mom asked me to attend my cousin's son’s birthday party—a cousin I hadn’t seen in seven years—and there I saw my husband playing joyously with a little boy who looked alarmingly similar to him. My breath caught, and I shakily pulled my aunt Vivienne aside, asking: “Is that Cecelia's husband? And the little boy, is he their son?” Aunt Vivienne chuckled warmly, “Yes! They've been together for six years.” “It’s just that they were living abroad all this time. I hear they’re back to get their marriage license.” "You should go say hi to your cousin and her husband.” Across the room, I caught Phillip Daniels’ gaze; he froze on the spot. The next instant, Cecelia came over, her arm linked through his, with a smile that greeted my shocked expression. “You must be Jemma Price, right?

Selina Williams has spent her life as a pawn in her adoptive family's ruthless games, only to be thrown into a cold, loveless marriage with billionaire David Kane. He belongs to another, and she is nothing more than a business arrangement until a past they both were unaware of ties them together in a way they least expected.

Samantha, a photojournalist covering an elite engagement party in New York, is struggling to keep her composure. Behind her calm professional mask hides Sanjana—the identity she left behind after a devastating accident that nearly killed her. Once a spirited singer from Kashmir, Sanjana had fallen deeply in love with Liam Turner, a charming and passionate young man who shared her dreams and her melodies. But their love was torn apart when she was caught in a fatal accident and declared dead. What no one knew was that she had survived—her face disfigured, her life upended, and her heart shattered. After months of painful surgeries and recovery, she was given a new face and a new identity. She became Samantha. And now, fate had brought her face-to-face with the man she once loved. Liam is the groom at the engagement she’s assigned to photograph. As Samantha lifts her camera and focuses through the lens, her hands tremble. There he stands—tall, familiar, unchanged—his arm draped around his glamorous fiancée, Rose Carter. Liam doesn’t recognize her. Not with this new face. Not after all these years. And when Rose rudely snaps at Samantha, Liam quietly defends her, asking Rose to apologize. It stirs something in Samantha—proof that the man she loved still exists somewhere beneath the polished exterior. But as she’s forced to watch them pose, laugh, and even kiss for the camera, her heart begins to crack under the pressure. Fleeing to the restroom, she breaks down in front of the mirror. The woman looking back at her is a stranger. She reminds herself she is no longer Sanjana. Yet the pain refuses to be buried. To make things worse, she is hiding another truth—she is pregnant. The child she carries is Liam’s, conceived the night they had last been together, just days before the accident. She had tried to move on, tried to erase him from her life. But the baby growing inside her has kept his memory alive in the deepest corners of her soul. Liam, sensing something strange in her behavior, follows her and gently asks if she’s okay. He hesitates, looking into her eyes. “You seem familiar,” he says. She brushes it off with a practiced smile, but inside she’s trembling. Over the next few days, she continues her assignment while carefully avoiding personal interaction. She visits her doctor in secretas she doesn’t want Liam to know about his child. But Liam’s presence gnaws at her resolve. There are moments when his gaze lingers too long, when her voice or a small gesture seems to stir a memory within him. Tom, her longtime colleague, begins to grow suspicious and concerned about her emotional state. As the wedding festivities continue, a traditional Kashmiri song is played at one of the events. It was their song—hers and Liam’s. She sings softly to herself, and Liam hears it. He freezes. That voice. That tune. The way she sings it—only one person ever did. He corners her later, demanding the truth. In a flood of emotion and grief, she finally reveals everything: her real name, the accident, the pain, the surgeries, the silence, and the baby. Liam is stunned. Torn between disbelief and heartbreak, he walks away, leaving her reeling in fear that she has lost him a second time. Rose, sensing her hold on Liam slipping, tries to manipulate him into thinking Samantha is lying for attention. But Liam can’t shake the feeling in his gut—the truth in her voice, the pain in her eyes. He begins investigating, speaks to doctors, confirms her medical history, and realizes Sanjana had never betrayed him. She had suffered alone. He calls off the engagement with Rose, much to her fury, and returns to Samantha—not just for closure, but to start again. They meet in a quiet café, where Liam places a trembling hand on her belly. He breaks down. They embrace. He apologizes, and she forgives him. Months later, Sanjana gives birth to a healthy baby. Liam is there through it all, never once leaving her side. In time, they visit Kashmir once again, standing under the old almond tree that had once witnessed their love and their promises. With their child in his arms, Liam proposes again—not with grandeur, but with truth, love, and the vow of never letting her go again.

Sterling found me on the edge of the Rogue territory, my body covered in the scars left by the Silver Moon Pack's brutal punishment—thirty-two lashes that had stripped me raw. He carried me back to the Silver Moon Pack, his hands gentle as they brushed over the wounds. "Cleo," he murmured, his voice soft but firm. "You are not what they say you are. You are not your mother." Everyone whispered about my mother, Jasmine Jordan, the Omega who had dared to catch the Lycan King's eye. They called her a traitor, a disgrace. But Sterling didn’t see me that way. He gave me a place in his pack, treated me with respect, and told me, "You are the purest soul I’ve ever known." It was easy to fall for him after that. So easy that when he was poisoned with a potent aphrodisiac during a rogue attack, I didn’t hesitate to offer myself to him. His lips were desperate against mine, his hands trembling as he held me close.

When her mother's medical bills threaten to destroy her family, Flora Bennett accepts billionaire Harris Kingston's shocking proposal: marry him for one year, and he'll pay every debt. But Flora soon discovers her husband isn't who he claims to be-and the women before her have vanished without a trace. Now trapped in a deadly game of identity and deception, Flora must uncover the truth before she becomes the next victim of a psychopath's twisted obsession.

For ten years, my world was silent. Bryan was my protector, my voice, my everything, shielding me from a world I couldn't hear after my parents died saving him. But when a new girl, Astrid, arrived and started a cruel war against me, I suddenly regained my hearing-only to discover the horrifying truth. Bryan wasn't my protector; he was the mastermind. "He loves seeing you squirm," Astrid sneered, her voice a venomous whisper I could now hear perfectly. "He told me he gets off on it. He hates your blank face." Their twisted game was to make the "emotionless Elinor" cry. My pain was their entertainment. The boy I trusted, the family I loved-it was all built on a foundation of guilt and deceit. He thought I was a silent, helpless victim he could control. He thought I would endure his betrayal forever. He was wrong. So, I jumped from the third-floor window, orchestrating a public "suicide" to expose their crimes. As the world erupted in chaos and his perfect life shattered, I knew my real story was just beginning.

Mira's only crime was being born an omega and wolfless. She was treated like a nobody in the Pack. Abused, mocked, and starved as she was the Pack's slave until a false accusation led to her brutal banishment. Left to die in the wild, she stumbles into the arms of rogue dangerous outcasts hated by all Packs. But she was saved by them instead of being killed like she had been told, making her question everything she was taught. Especially when the mysterious rogue leader takes an interest in her. He's cold, cruel, and off-limits but he sees the strength in her no one else ever did. Will she choose love or vengeance? Will love be enough to quench her taste for vengeance? Will Mira ever forgive or seek revenge on those who wronged her?

One wild night was supposed to be her escape. Cheska Vega is the college "golden girl" by day and a rebel by night. To cope with a tragic loss, she lives for the thrill-until a club dare leads her to kiss a dangerous stranger in the shadows. The next morning, the nightmare begins. That "bad kisser" from the bar? He isn't just a stranger. He is Damian Delmar-her boyfriend's stepfather. And he's not alone. Cheska suddenly finds herself trapped in a web of four powerful, possessive men who control her future: The Stepdad: Her new professor who knows exactly how she tastes. The Cold Professor: The man who holds her failing grades in his hands like a weapon. The Ruthless Dean: The authority figure who wants to discipline her "messy" behavior. The Dark Protector: The one who sees the fire in her and wants to own the flame. They made a pact: she was a student, a diamond to be admired from afar. But rules are meant to be broken. As a scandalous "deal" turns into a dark obsession, Cheska must decide if she's playing their game-or if they're playing hers. The grades are on the line. The scandal is brewing. And the video that could ruin them all is just one click away. How do you survive when the men who are supposed to teach you are the ones leading you into temptation?

For fifteen years, I sacrificed everything for Innovatech, the tech company my partner Grayson and I built from nothing. I lived on a shoestring budget, believing every penny saved was a step toward our shared future. Then a property deed for a mansion arrived, addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Carrillo. The Mrs. wasn't me. I found him with his secret wife, Kacey. The truth unraveled: a six-year affair, a secret marriage, and a baby on the way. He had gaslit me into living frugally while using my sweat equity to fund her lavish lifestyle. He claimed he did it for me that he married a younger woman to carry a child because I was getting older. My entire life with him, my sacrifices, my love it was all a calculated deception. But he forgot one thing: the betrayal clause in our company's founding documents. I took everything. The company. The money. The future he stole from me. He thought losing his fortune was his punishment. He was wrong. Because for the next fifteen years, he did everything to win me back. Letters. Billboard apologies. A bestselling memoir. A scholarship in my name. Even a café across from my office, hoping I'd walk in. I never did. And on the night I received my Lifetime Achievement Award, he appeared on stage with one last letter. I took it. I read it. Then I tore it into pieces and let them fall at his feet. Some betrayals can never be forgiven. Some loves can never be reclaimed. This is the story of how he spent a lifetime learning that lesson.

For five years, Eleanor Ashford mourned her husband. She wore black. She paid his debts. She rebuilt her life from the ashes of grief. On Christmas Eve, she discovered it was all a lie. Her husband didn't die—he faked his death to start a new life without her. And now he wants something from her. Enter Marcus Blackwell: a billionaire with his own secrets and a vendetta against Theodore. He offers Eleanor a deal—help him take down her "dead" husband, and he'll give her everything she lost. But revenge has a way of becoming something more. And at 52, Eleanor is about to discover that the best chapters of her life haven't been written yet.

The silver light of the full moon bathed the forest in an ethereal glow as I raced through the underbrush, my silver-white paws barely touching the ground. My wolf, Maya, reveled in the freedom of the pack run, her joy momentarily eclipsing the constant ache in my chest. For these precious moments, I could forget what awaited me back at the pack house—the cold stares, the whispered insults, the empty bed. "Let's run faster," Maya urged within our shared consciousness. "Tonight feels different." I surrendered to her instinct, pushing forward ahead of the main group. The joint Moonridge-Silvermoon pack run was supposed to be a display of alliance and strength, but I knew my presence was merely tolerated. Five years as Luna of the Silvermoon Pack had taught me exactly where I stood with my mate. The thought of Cameron sent a familiar pang through my chest. My pup kicked inside me, responding to my distress, and I slowed my pace, protective instincts overriding Maya's desire to run. "Sorry, little one," I whispered internally, caressing my swollen belly with my consciousness.

The alarm blared at 4:30 AM, jolting me from a fitful sleep. I silenced it quickly, not wanting to wake Karen in the next room. She hated early mornings and would make her displeasure known for days if disturbed. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet meeting the cold, uneven floorboards that Thomas had promised to fix three summers ago. Lyra, my wolf, remained quiet as she always did in the mornings. Sometimes I wondered if she slept more deeply than I did, or if she simply had nothing to say about our daily routine of sacrifice and service. "Another day," I whispered to myself, pulling on my worn jeans and faded sweater. The kitchen table became my battlefield as I spread out the week's bills alongside the $300 Thomas had transferred. The math never changed, yet I always hoped for a miracle. Rent for our modest den consumed half the amount.