Goodbye, CEO Trashbag

In Her Vow of Winter, a pregnancy should have cemented the ten-year mate bond between a Luna and her Alpha husband, Vaughn. Instead, Vaughn publicly claims his adopted sister’s cursed child to protect it from the Council of Elders, forcing his wife to hide their own pup's lineage. Shattered by this betrayal and condemned by her family to undergo a purification ritual, she flees into the wild while her husband is away securing his sister's safety.

Nadia Ferragamo is the Obsidian Court's most lethal assassin—cold, untouchable, and loyal only to Lorenzo Ferragamo, the father who raised her. When he dies in her arms, her world collapses. Framed, hunted, and bleeding out in a New York City alley, she is found by N.Y.P.D. detective Nicholas Jackson, who makes a choice that changes everything. He doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know the truth she carries already shattered his life eight years ago. What begins as survival becomes something neither planned—and neither can abandon. But the past always returns, and when it does, it will not merely threaten their love. It will force them to choose between it and everything else.

Betrayed by her fated mate, Elara is cast aside when the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack claims their bond was a mistake. Heartbroken and exiled, she discovers a hidden power that challenges the very foundations of werewolf hierarchy. As a new threat looms over the territories, the Alpha realizes his error and seeks her return. However, Elara is no longer the submissive wolf he rejected, and she must decide if some bonds are better left broken.

Before a global blizzard froze the world, my fiancée's family demanded an impossible dowry of millions and luxury estates. My parents' refusal sparked a nightmare when the storm trapped us together. Using superior numbers, they seized our food and heat, eventually casting us out to die in the cold. I perished in the snow, only to suddenly wake up before the tragedy began. This action-packed fantasy novel follows my second chance to survive the frost.

The rain hadn't stopped all night. Thunder shook the windows of the mansion, but inside Adrian's bedroom, the storm felt smaller than the one raging between them. Lina stood near the fireplace, her red dress clinging to her skin, outlining every part of her feminity, eyes blazing with anger and something far more dangerous. "You don't get to protect me and punish me at the same time," she whispered. Adrian crossed the room slowly, like a predator unsure whether he wanted to devour or surrender. "You think this is punishment?" His voice was low, rough. "Lina, I have been trying not to touch you for weeks." Her breath caught. The air changed. When he reached her, he didn't grab her. He didn't command her. He simply cupped her face as if she were something breakable. That tenderness undid her more than any harsh word ever could. She could feel his hard dick. "You drive me insane," he murmured. "Then let go," she challenged softly. Instead, he kissed her. Not gently. Not carefully. But desperately. All the fear, the accusations, the sleepless nights poured into that kiss. Lina's fingers fisted in his shirt as if she were afraid he would disappear. He backed her toward the wall, his body shielding hers, heat pressing against heat. Grinding hard against each other. She gasped when his mouth moved to her neck, her pulse betraying her. The tension between them snapped-anger turning molten, restraint burning away. Every touch felt like a confession neither of them had been brave enough to say out loud. "I don't hate you," Adrian breathed against her skin, his voice breaking. "God help me, I don't." Lina's hands slid up to his swollen hard dick, forcing him to look at her. "Then stop fighting what's already ours." The world narrowed to skin, breath, and the frantic rhythm of two hearts that had tried to stay apart and failed. He carried her to the bed as if she were both precious and inevitable. The storm outside crashed again, but inside, the silence between their whispered names was louder. This wasn't revenge. This wasn't control. It was surrender. She was wet. He was hard as fuck. "I want you Adrian, I want to feel you inside of me." She said panting. He slid his hands into her panties, his fingers playing with her clit. She screamed his name while his fingers slid from her clit right into her wet pussy. He worked his way with his middle finger into her pussy, pulling in and out, circling back and forth. She was panting his name," Ohh Adrian, whatever your doing to me,don't stop." "Ah...fuck me Adrian, I want you to fuck me real hard." She said, holding the hand in her tightly, moving her waist in rhythm, and as she was about to orgasm,he stopped abruptly, putting her more in need. "What...why did you stop?" She asked in between kisses. "I don't want it to end so fast." He replied taking off her dress. "I want to feel your wet pussy around my cock,I want you to cum when I'm inside of you." Without any form of clothing between them, the heat of him made her drip more. He seperated her knees and knelt in between her, their skin bare on each other, his cock,flushed and massive, pistoned through the entrance of her wet pussy. The swollen head peeked out with every stroke glistening, dripping. Each move made her moaned his name,the wet slap of skin. And then finally, he penetrated in slowly, half way through, moving in and out, causing her to grab the sheets tightly, then he went in fully, deep, hard, swollen...low moan escaped from her throat, she felt butterflies in her stomach. In a slow pace they both moved in rhythm, groaning and moaning, he could feel inside of her, warm, soft, wet, slick. He couldn't handle it, he went in deeper and faster, he groaned, she screamed. "Ahh... fuck... don't... stop... shit... I wanna cum." She said out of breath. He went on faster, he was also groaning,rubbing his thumb on her clit in circles, " You're so sweet, Lina. Ahrrg..." And then it happened, pussy pulsating,cock dripping, they reached the peak in unison. And when they finally fell together, it wasn't about power-it was about need. About choosing each other in the middle of chaos. About clinging to something real when everything else was falling apart. Afterward, Lina rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. For the first time since their forced marriage, Adrian held her not like a possession... But like a promise. And neither of them noticed the security camera in the corner of the room blinking red.

For three years, Vera poured everything into a pack that never truly claimed her, standing as Duke's mate while burying the name she was born with—the Lycan Princess. But when he takes the Alpha Summit stage, ready to seize power in a suit she paid for, the spotlight turns on her hidden lineage. As the truth surfaces, the bond she trusted fractures, and the pack she built becomes the ground for a reckoning neither saw coming.