Unraveled (MxM)
Elliot Carter never loses.
Not to his father.
Not to anyone.
And definitely not to the infuriating 'golden' boy who suddenly moves into his house.
When Elliot's father marries Asher Brooks' mother, his already broken world cracks even more. Asher is everything he despises-calm, disciplined, admired by everyone at university. The kind of guy who smiles like he has nothing to prove.
From the moment they meet, it's war.
Elliot thrives on pushing buttons. Asher refuses to be provoked. Their fights are sharp, personal, and relentless, until one night, anger turns physical... and something far more dangerous ignites between them.
A line is crossed that neither of them can uncross.
Asher refuses to feel guilty.
Elliot refuses to admit he wanted it.
Now they're trapped under the same roof, and the more they try to hate each other, the more dangerous the attraction becomes.
Because this isn't just rivalry.
It's obsession.
And when control becomes the weapon of choice, someone is bound to break.
The only question is... Who will break first?
What starts as a power struggle becomes a secret neither of them is willing to name.
Because Asher doesn't regret what happened.
And Elliot hates that he doesn't either.
At school, they glare across crowded hallways like enemies. At home, the tension between them grows heavier, hotter, impossible to ignore. Pride keeps them apart. Desire drags them back together.
But when jealousy, family pressure, and buried wounds threaten to expose everything, Elliot and Asher will have to decide:
Are they destroying each other?
Or are they the only ones who truly see the cracks beneath the surface?
In a house built on second chances, love might be the most dangerous risk of all.
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Chapter 1
ELLIOT
The first time I saw Asher Brooks, I knew he was going to be trouble.
I knew it from the way he stepped into my house with his mother, like they owned the place.
Well, in fairness, that was because they now did.
Unfortunately, my father had decided that Asher's mother was the new love of his life and decided to get married to her.
Like anyone was going to replace my mother.
I wish I could say I instantly hated Asher because of that. That I hated him because of what he and his mother's presence entailed- my family slowly being replaced.
That was part of the reason, yes, but it wasn't the major one.
I could not pinpoint exactly why he rubbed me off the wrong way.
Maybe it was the way his dark, wavy hair touched his forehead so artfully. It was longish, curling above his collarbones slightly and it should've looked messy. Shouldn't have looked charming. But it did. A feat my messy blonde hair could only dream of.
Maybe it was his intense green eyes that stared at me like he could see the deepest, innermost parts of me that I wasn't even aware of.
Or maybe it was his tall, athletic build that triggered every one of my insecurities.
And don't even get me started on his lips. Or his sharp jawline that could cut glass. Or his cheekbones. Or his...
Damn.
I absolutely hated Asher.
Because he stirred things in me that I didn't want.
Things I didn't want to feel towards him, in particular.
"... and I hope you get along with him," Dad was saying to me.
No. That was never going to happen.
"Asher Brooks. Nice to finally meet you," he said, his deep voice irritating me. Of course, he had a perfect voice too.
Asher extended his hand toward me in a handshake, the smile on his face making me feel things. Things I had no business feeling.
Correction, it wasn't a smile. It was a smirk. A knowing one, too, like he could read all of my thoughts. Like he knew all of my secrets.
I absolutely hated him.
"Elliot," Dad called out, his voice going deeper in warning when I continued to stare at Asher without taking his hand.
I could hear his voice now in my head, you better take his hand or else...
Asher raised an eyebrow, his stare challenging, as if daring me to... to do something.
Whatever it was, it was more than just shaking his hand.
Fuck him.
Fuck him a thousand times.
Who did he think he was? Coming into my house, acting all damn cocky like he had a right to be here. Like he belonged here.
His mother wasn't any better. She was clinging on to my dad, their hands intertwined, a stupid, cheesy grin on her face.
That smile felt mocking. Almost like she was saying, "I'm the new woman of the house, Elliot, and there's nothing you can do about it."
No. Over my dead body will I let that happen.
It was time to put an end to this.
Enough was enough.
"No," I shook my head, feeding into the anger that was starting to erupt in me. It was better than the other emotions Asher threatened to make me feel.
"No," I said again. "I'm not going to be a part of... whatever this is." I turned to my dad. "You're trying to replace my mother and my brother with these supermarket versions of them and it's never going to work. You hear me? Never."
Asher's mother gasped in shock. Or hurt. Whatever it was, I didn't care.
My father trembled in anger, his brown eyes dark. If we were alone, he surely would've punched me. Or worse. If looks could kill...
And Asher... he still had that stupid knowing smile on his face, as if my emotions were a joke to him.
Somehow, that infuriated me more than this entire fiasco.
"You will not say that to me or your stepmother," Dad was saying, his shoulders shaking. "You'll apologize–"
I rolled my eyes. I didn't wait for him to finish speaking. I turned and stormed out of the living room.
Behind me, I could hear Asher's mother's sobs and my father comforting her.
I didn't know what he was trying to do.
My mother and brother might be dead but no one could replace them.
No one.
Especially not Asher Brooks.
No matter how perfect he was.
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8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
8.4
"I'm not scared of you, Tyler."
Erika's voice trembled, not with fear but with the force of instinct, adrenaline, and something deeper.
"You should be," Tyler growled, blood staining his knuckles and rage glinting in his eyes.
"Because if they touch you again, I won't stop. Not until the ice runs red."
Erika stepped forward anyway, chin lifted. "Then let it. Because I'm not leaving you."
Even with a target on her back and the league closing in, the omega who once hid behind textbooks now stood toe-to-toe with the alpha the world feared.
After a brutal on-ice collision throws omega student Erika into the path of disgraced alpha hockey star Tyler Wood, neither of them expect the fallout to spiral into threats, secrets, and a bond neither can control. As Erika's heat awakens something primal and dangerous Tyler must confront his violent past before those hunting them destroy everything they're fighting for.
8.3
"Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light."
Evelyn never meant to uncover the truth.
But one question won't leave her mind
What's really on those tapes?
What begins as curiosity drags her into a world of secrets, danger, and a man who is everything she should fear.
Lucas is darkness wrapped in temptation.
Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable.
He warns her away.
He gives her a chance to run.
But Evelyn doesn't.
Because there's something about him that pulls her closer even when every instinct scream to escape.
He's the villain everyone fears.
And the one she can't stop craving.
In a world where nothing is safe and desire is a weapon, Evelyn must decide:
Run from the monster...
or fall straight into his arms.
Because something can be both delicate and violent.
And loving Lucas might be the most dangerous choice she'll ever make.
9.3
Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life.
Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?
9.4
Alicia had never imagined that her wedding day would unravel into a storm of secrets, betrayals, and overwhelming passion.
Just before her wedding, a devastating truth came to light, drawing the name of Dante Moretti into her life-a man whose power and ruthlessness had made him the most feared figure in Italy.
Shaped by his past and driven by control, Dante trusted nothing but his own will, until Alicia shattered his certainty with her quiet tenderness.
Bound together by vengeance and guilt, they were forced to face enemies determined to destroy them and confront emotions neither of them could deny.
Through tears, danger, and a love that endured amid chaos, Alicia and Dante discovered that true love was not a choice but something that simply took hold.
But when life stripped away their peace, it was love-pure and unbreakable-that guided them back to their path.
This was a story of redemption, family, second chances, and a love that defied fate.
8.6
Alia bought her four-million-dollar Manhattan townhouse in cash the day before she married Jerel.
For three years, she worked eighty-hour weeks as a top architect to build their life, until an anonymous text shattered her reality.
It was a high-definition photo of her husband kissing his junior partner, followed by an eight-week ultrasound.
Alia didn't scream. She went home, only to find her mother-in-law throwing IVF brochures at her, screaming that she was a selfish, barren workaholic for not giving the family an heir.
Jerel played the perfect, gentle husband, wrapping his arms around her and urging her to rest.
But later that night, Alia caught them on a secret call with a lawyer.
They were plotting to blindside her with a divorce, claiming his minor financial contributions entitled him to the property, aiming to kick her out with a measly fifty-thousand-dollar settlement.
They wanted to steal her hard-earned home to raise his pregnant mistress's child.
Alia's jaw tightened until her teeth ached. She had paid for every single inch of that estate.
Did they really think her dedication to her career made her blind, weak, and easy to destroy?
She didn't shed a single tear.
Instead, she walked into the office of the city's most ruthless private equity billionaire and struck a dangerous deal to lock away all her assets in an irrevocable trust.
Days later, when Jerel handed her the settlement with a fake, sympathetic smile, Alia poured cold black coffee directly over the ink.
"Tell Tiffany she is never stepping foot inside my house," Alia said smoothly. "I'll see you in court."