The Alpha Chose Her, I Took His Pup
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After a decade with Alpha Kohen Rice, I accidentally answered his phone. "Oh, Kohen, our Daisy just had a litter of puppies," a soft voice cooed, displayed simply as “Puppy.”
“The Alpha is in the shower. Call back later,” I replied coolly before hanging up. That night, Kohen was frantic, grabbing clothes strewn across the floor and throwing them on as he rushed out. Meanwhile, I wiped away every trace of myself from our "home," removing everything. I boarded a flight to another country. Three years later, Kohen tracked me down on a small island resort. He couldn't take his eyes off the little boy beside me, the spitting image of him. His eyes reddened as he asked, “Is he mine?”
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Kohen, the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, was brimming with energy, while I was so worn out I could barely keep my eyes open. My phone kept ringing.
The Alpha Chose Her, I Took His Pup Chapter 1
After a decade with Alpha Kohen Rice, I accidentally answered his phone.
"Oh, Kohen, our Daisy just had a litter of puppies," a soft voice cooed, displayed simply as “Puppy.”
“The Alpha is in the shower. Call back later,” I replied coolly before hanging up.
That night, Kohen was frantic, grabbing clothes strewn across the floor and throwing them on as he rushed out. Meanwhile, I wiped away every trace of myself from our "home," removing everything.
I boarded a flight to another country.
Three years later, Kohen tracked me down on a small island resort. He couldn't take his eyes off the little boy beside me, the spitting image of him. His eyes reddened as he asked, “Is he mine?”
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Kohen, the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, was brimming with energy, while I was so worn out I could barely keep my eyes open. My phone kept ringing. Half-asleep, I accidentally picked up.
“Kohen! Our Daisy just had a litter of puppies!” The voice was sweet and gentle as could be, but it jolted me awake instantly, as if struck by lightning. I glanced at the caller ID: “Puppy.”
“Alpha Kohen?” the voice chimed in again.
I took a deep breath and responded evenly, “The Alpha is in the shower. Call back later.”
There was a pause, then silence as the call ended.
When Kohen emerged from the bathroom, a towel hung low on his hips. Water trickled down his muscled form, seeping into the fabric. Fresh nail marks on his skin—my doing.
“Why don’t you catch some more sleep?” he suggested, his gaze darkening at the red marks on my collarbone.
As he leaned in closer, I handed him his phone. He frowned, snatching it from me, setting it aside before pinning my hands with care, his breath tickling my skin.
“She called,” I mentioned. “Said your Daisy had puppies.”
He froze, realization flooding his features. He scrambled, hastily pulling on his clothes as he hurried out.
I sat alone in the “home” we had designed together, watching him run to another woman.
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9.2
The bass from the karaoke bar pulsed through my chest like a second heartbeat, each thump making my temples throb. I watched Lucca laughing with his pack brothers, his arm slung casually over Delta Marcus's shoulder as they belted out some terrible rendition of an old pack anthem. The crowd was a sea of familiar faces from Silvermoon, all here to celebrate our territory's founding anniversary. I'd been smiling for two hours straight, playing the perfect Luna-to-be, but the noise was finally winning. 'I need some air,' I murmured to Mira, who nodded with understanding before turning back to her own conversation. The cool night air hit my face like a blessing as I slipped through the bar's side door. Silvermoon territory at night was beautiful—the trees rustled gently, and moonlight painted everything in silver and shadow. I took a deep breath, letting Selene, my wolf, stretch contentedly within me. For just a moment, I could pretend I was alone with the night sky. Then I heard Lucca's voice.
7.7
I was ready to reveal my true identity, imagining Charles's proposal, but then I overheard the conversation.
"Are you and Tracy Davis getting married?"
"What about Victoria?"
"She's nothing special, just a mistress."
Fury coursed through me as I walked away. Tracy Davis, the girl who tormented me in high school, was now a part of Charles's plans.
I ended things with Charles, then orchestrated the merger of all the companies that had humiliated me-at their wedding ceremony.
8.6
Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it.
Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again.
Then Damian Blackwood steps in.
Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes.
His offer is simple, his tone is not:
Marry me.
A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions.
But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share.
Not his power.
Not his control.
And definitely not what he considers his.
What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy."
It's not part of the contract.
And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance.
Because Damian doesn't believe in love...
But he believes in possession.
And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go.
As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract.
She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too.
When the contract ends, one question remains:
Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact...
or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?
7.3
WARNING ⚠️: This book contains sex scenes and mature contents not fit for readers below 18+.
If you love steamy romances and emotional stories, this book is the one.
By day, Damon follows her rules in the kitchen: chopping, kneading, burning his fingers, and surviving her sharp mouth.
By night, she follows his.
Damon Blackwell is a cold, dangerous billionaire who hates Christmas, women, and anything that smells like joy. Haunted by tragedy and trauma, and memories of the girl he once loved and lost, he lives like a machine: money, control, and pleasure without attachment.
Then his grandparents and three ruthless brothers dare him to do the impossible:
Live like a normal man for 12 days to Christmas: no staff, no luxuries, no protection, no control and no bad temper. He has to change and be easygoing with investors.
Fail, and he loses the biggest business deal of his life.
Indulgence is over for him.
The only place Damon knows he can grab survival? A small-town Christmas cooking competition hosted by that one woman who broke his heart years ago.
Merry Steele never expected to see Damon again. The man she left without a word. The man who haunted her dreams after she broke his heart back now stands in her kitchen offering a deal she can't refuse:
Cook for him. Sleep with him. Pretend to be his fiancée until the end of the year.
The pay is tempting. The temptation is even greater.
Before Christmas, can they resist the heat, desire, and lingering love they once shared and keep it strictly business?
As family obligations, enemies, and a high-profile Christmas ball close in, Damon and Merry must correct old heartbreak, passion, and dangerous feelings.
Will Damon ever forgive his fuckmate?
Can Merry resist the billionaire who once stole her heart... or will old flames burn hotter than ever under the snow, the lights, and the Christmas feelings?
8.2
“This game of yours is barbaric. How dare you make me play it?”
Her anger boiled over again as she realized that it was his own fault because she was sore, tired, and bleeding. She could have died if not for that son of a bitch.
“You'd better pull your finger out, Karenina, and talk to me in a more ladylike manner,” Xavier warned.
She lowered her hand, but she wouldn't back down. What he had done was beyond unacceptable.
“Why did you leave me to fight those werewolves if all that senseless bloodshed was to find a mate? I'm a hybrid, half-wolf! Obviously I shouldn't be there,” she said furiously.
“I have my reasons,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Damn it!” she clutched his fur again to vent her frustration.
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Karenina Mason, a headstrong and independent young woman, is not just an ordinary human-she is a rare hybrid with a powerful lineage. Unknowingly, she becomes entangled in a perilous game of political intrigue, where the coveted prize is to become the mate of the enigmatic and all-powerful Alpha of Westwood. Karenina resists this unwanted destiny, but fate seems insistent on thrusting her into this union.
In her vulnerable state, Karenina finds herself surrounded by adversaries, and her once-trusted friends remain beyond her reach. Forced to rely on Xavier Westwood, a mysterious and captivating figure with his own hidden agenda, Karenina is drawn into a world of danger and desire. As they navigate the treacherous path together, an intense attraction grows between them, unraveling long-concealed secrets that should have remained locked away-secrets that may unleash powers too volatile to control.
8.4
The morning light filtered through our penthouse windows, casting golden patterns across the Egyptian cotton sheets. I stirred slowly, consciousness returning in gentle waves. Seven years. Seven years of what I believed was perfect love. "Happy anniversary, my only one," Gabriel's voice caressed my ear as he entered our bedroom, a silver breakfast tray balanced in his hands. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, giving him that boyish charm that still made my heart flutter. "You didn't have to," I murmured, sitting up against the headboard as the scent of fresh croissants and coffee filled the air. "For you, I want to do everything." He set the tray down and sat beside me, his fingers brushing mine as he handed me a steaming cup. No redness appeared on his skin, no hives, no shortness of breath—just the miracle of his touch, reserved only for me. The condition that had brought us together.
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