Second Chance Mate Regretted
I'm Margot Blake. For 8 years, I've been bound to Jaxon Calloway-my enemy-tormented by him over my sister Lauren and his brother Henry's deaths . When I get late-stage liver cancer (3 weeks left), Jaxon still humiliates me, even auctioning a night with me. I endure his cruelty, from forcing unbinding potions to making me kneel on glass, while he fawns over Aubrey (a Lauren look-alike).
As I near death, I visit Henry and Lauren's shrine, then my estranged parents, before going to the lake where the crash happened and jumping in. Jaxon ignores the enforcers' calls about my death until he sees my body. Overwhelmed with guilt, he punishes Aubrey, honors my wish to care for my parents, and eventually kills himself.
Reborn, we all get a second chance.
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Chapter 2
After Jaxon spat his venomous words, he stormed out of the auction with Aubrey on his arm.
I dragged myself home, a mess of rage and hurt. All night, Jaxon didn't come back.
By morning, my phone was blowing up with notifications.
Headlines screamed across the internet: photos of Jaxon and Aubrey slipping into a hotel in the dead of night. I scrolled through them, my face blank. Aubrey, in her pink dress, looked soft and gentle, her eyes and smile echoing my sister Lauren's-maybe seventy, eighty percent of her.
Over the years, Jaxon's paraded countless stand-ins for Lauren, but this she-wolf? She's the closest he's ever gotten. His favorite, no doubt.
I set the phone down and forced myself to eat breakfast, ignoring the dull ache in my liver. I'm used to it by now.
The front door slammed open. Jaxon strode in, still in his sharp suit, and his eyes narrowed when he saw me at the table. "You're still here?" he sneered. "Weren't you gonna give me some big 'closure' in Three weeks? Shouldn't you be off scheming?"
I looked up, ready to snap back, but my liver churned violently, a metallic taste flooding my throat. I bolted to the bathroom, collapsing over the sink, dry-heaving until a thread of blood trickled out.
The maid gasped from the doorway. "Is the lady having pup-sickness?"
Jaxon's face darkened. He stormed in, grabbing my wrist. "You're carrying my pup?"
His mind must've flashed to Three months ago, that night he came home drunk. We tore into each other, not just with words but in bed, a twisted, angry tangle.
"Go to the healer. Get rid of it," he said, his voice like ice. "Is this your big plan? Use a pup to make me stop punishing you?"
I yanked my arm free, biting back the pain in my gut. "Relax, I'm not carrying your pup. Never will."
He didn't buy it. "We're going to the healer. Now." He dragged me toward the door.
"I'm not going!" I dug my heels in, struggling.
His brows knit, impatience flashing in his eyes. "You've never been scared of healers before. What's with you today? You sick or something?"
"Yeah," I said with a bitter laugh. "I'm sick, alright."
"Fine, don't go." He let go of me and turned to the maid, his voice cold as steel. "Get the unbinding potion."
The maid didn't dare argue. She scurried off and came back with a bowl of dark, murky liquid. Jaxon grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth open. "Drink."
I clenched my jaw, but he was stronger. The bitter potion burned down my throat, and my liver erupted in flames. I crumpled to the floor, cold sweat soaking through my clothes.
"Gah-" I vomited blood, my vision blurring, and then everything went black.
"Margot!"
Jaxon's voice sounded almost panicked, but it faded as I slipped away.
I came to in a haze, muffled voices floating around me.
"She's not carrying a pup. How could you give her an unbinding potion?" The healer's voice was low, urgent. "We need to flush her system, now."
I tried to open my eyes, but my lids felt like lead. A cold tube snaked down my throat, and I trembled, pain ripping through me. My liver, already ravaged by cancer, felt like it was being torn apart.
"Just hold on," a nurse whispered, her hands steady but relentless.
Every second stretched into eternity. I gripped the bedsheets, sweat drenching my hospital gown. When they finally wheeled me out of the procedure room, the anesthesia was wearing off, leaving me raw.
I forced my eyes open just as the head healer stood before Jaxon, holding my chart, hesitating. "Jaxon, your mate's condition is worse than we thought."
"Worse?" Jaxon snapped, cutting him off. "She took the wrong potion, you flushed her system. What's the big deal?"
The healer paused, his voice heavy. "It's not just the potion. The tests show she's got."
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8.2
They say Alpha Kael Vorthrane is not a man.
He is a curse.
A beast born from betrayal.
A ruler who destroyed entire packs to build his throne.
And now... he owns mine.
I am Liora Ashwyn.
Daughter of the Dark Moon Alpha.
The girl my own parents handed over like a peace offering when Alpha Kael came for revenge.
I watched him slaughter my pack.
I watched my parents choose me to save themselves.
And I watched his soldiers drag me away to be his "gift."
But when Alpha Kael finally looked at me...
He didn't see a slave.
He saw the daughter of the people who ruined his life.
And he decided I would pay for their sins.
Kael doesn't just want my body.
He wants my fear.
My pride.
My spirit.
He wants to break me slowly.
Because his wolf is insatiable.
Cruel.
Hungry for revenge.
And I am the perfect victim.
But Alpha Kael doesn't know one thing...
I am not as weak as I look.
And the girl he plans to destroy might be the only one capable of destroying him.
Or worse...
Becoming the one thing his wolf never expected.
His perfect mate.
7.1
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You've been warned.
They say it's just fiction... but these stories burn too real.
Every page drips with lust, danger, and forbidden desire.
There are no love stories here, only raw need, untamed passion, and the kind of encounters that leave your pulse racing and your body aching for more.
Inside these pages, you'll find hotel hookups, forbidden age gaps, dominant bosses, naughty students with teachers, moaning nurses, lesbians, stepfathers who cross the line, and desperate daughters who let them and vice versa. From BDSM dungeons to office desks, from late-night threesomes to risky public play... no fantasy is off-limits.
Midnight Pleasures is a no-limits collection of erotic short stories meant to tease, tempt, and utterly satisfy. Quick hits. Slow burns. Rough rides. Dangerous desires. Even the ones you've never admitted out loud.
Quietly, let's go on a journey full of pleasure. Cloud nine is overrated, there's a next cloud after that. Let's show you.
7.9
I came with a mission to kill the Lord of the empire, Mark. "Lara, I am pleased with you." Fireworks bloomed above us as I looked down at Mark kneeling on one knee. The dagger hidden in my sleeve almost slipped from my grasp. "Are you willing to marry me as my wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm rang sharply in my mind, urging me to complete my mission, but I still chose to move forward without hesitation.
Reality, however, was far crueler than I expected. "Lara, as Mark's wife, you must not leave the palace for three years and, when the time comes, gracefully step down." "Okay," I answered lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. That night, flames swallowed my courtyard, the fire blazing high enough to erase everything I had endured. I thought it was my end.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he proposed. The same fireworks. The same man on one knee. Only this time, Mark's eyes were filled with tears as he held my hand and whispered, "Lara, don't go."
8.4
Locked in a basement. Called a monster. Sold to a council of wolves. Elif Demir has never known kindness. Until him.
Niklas Vollbrecht is a pureblood alpha who should hate everything she is. But when the Council forces them into a deadly competition, the bond between them becomes impossible to ignore. He claims she is his mate. She claims she remembers nothing of their shared past.
As forbidden desire ignites, Elif uncovers a terrifying truth. She is not just a half blood. She is the descendant of the First Wolf. And her heart holds the power to save their world or burn it down.
7.4
She was the mute plaything of a tyrant. Now, she is the mother of a god.
In the brutal North, Elara is a "broken" Pureblood-a silent servant stripped of her voice and forced into the bed of the cruel Alpha Kaelen. But when she escapes into the perpetual violet dusk of the Forbidden Wastes, she carries a secret that will shatter the world: a pregnancy conceived under a cursed eclipse.
The child, Aethelred, is not a normal wolf. Born of silver moonlight and ancient void-fire, he is the prophesied Vessel-a being destined to either bridge the gap between light and dark or consume the world in a never-ending hunger.
As Elara transforms from a hunted rogue into a formidable Queen, she must lead an army of outcasts against those who would steal her son's power. From the blood-soaked Obsidian Fortress to the shifting sands of the Eastern Continent, Elara and her loyal protector, the scarred warrior Caspian, must navigate a world of terrifying Void-Walkers, fanatical cults, and primordial gods.
The "Secret Pregnancy" is no longer a secret. The "Mute" is no longer silent. And as the stars themselves begin to fall, Elara must decide: Will she protect her son from the world, or the world from her son?
9.2
I woke up gasping for air, my fingers clawing at a neck that was smooth instead of bruised. The air smelled of lavender and expensive starch, not the metallic tang of blood and the mold of the basement where I had just died.
A text flashed on my phone from Derrick, the man I thought was the love of my life: "Good morning, my angel. I can't wait to see you tonight." The heart emoji mocked me, a remnant of a girl who was once stupid, blind, and pathetically in love.
In my past life, I was the perfect, submissive fiancée. I didn't realize the "vitamins" Derrick gave me were actually a cocktail of drugs designed to keep me foggy and compliant while he and my own uncle dismantled my father’s company. I stood by him as my parents died in a "car accident" that I now know was a murder he orchestrated. By the time I realized I was married to the devil, he had already stripped me of my wealth, my family, and finally, my breath.
I stared at the gold-embossed calendar on the vanity: June 12, 2014. The day of our engagement party. The day I originally signed my life away to a monster who saw me as nothing more than a bank account to be drained.
I felt a cold, sharp rage replace the terror. I wasn't going to be the victim this time. I wasn't going to take his pills or wear the modest, pastel dress he chose to make me look like a saint.
"I need a match," I whispered to the most dangerous man in the city, Branch Brewer, as I gripped his tie in a hotel hallway. "I want to spend your money until Derrick chokes on it. I want to watch his empire crack."
Reborn on the morning of the gala, I’ve traded my white lace for black silk. The guest list is set, the press is waiting, and Derrick thinks he’s about to win it all. He has no idea that the "fragile" girl he murdered is back to burn his world to the ground.