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Par:  GabbyEn cours
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Contemporary

Dark Romance

Sweet Love

Mafia

Optimism

Decisive

Alternate Universe

Instant Billionaire

MxM

After my father passed away three years ago, my mother drifted through relationships, never staying with one man for long. When we moved in with Professor Williams, I was surprised to discover his two adult sons still lived at home. Phoenix seems decent, but Jack? He despises me. He’s convinced my mother is after his father’s money, and that I’m just her useless shadow, dragged along for the ride. Their judgment hangs thick in the air—every glance feels like a scalding brand. And trapped under the same roof, there’s nowhere to hide.

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Chapitre 1

001

The ranch was crawling with Grey Wolves.

The Rebel lingered on the outskirts of the forest, watching the activity in the distance as he leaned against the trunk of a mountain pine. He surveyed the vast ranchlands before him as he tipped his Stetson lower, adding an extra layer of shadow to his face. The old cowboy hat was only a precaution. He knew none of the pack wolves would recognize him. Aside from his scars, it was one of the key advantages to having the identity of a ghost, and a good thing too…

…since he didn’t trust anyone else to deliver the target.

He shot a glance over his shoulder toward Bee. The brown mustang gave an angry flick of his tail, the hair smacking against the pine where he was tied. Bee wasn’t mighty pleased with this arrangement.

That made two of them.

“Behave,” Rebel warned the horse. “It won’t be long.”

He strode onto the ranch, ignoring Bee’s frustrated huffs. It was easy enough to blend in among the Grey Wolf cowboys. With the Seven Range Shifter clans all meeting at Wolf Pack Run today, there was a plethora of unfamiliar shifters on the ranch. None of the guards so much as raised their heads at him. Not that a rebel werewolf would be their top safety priority. Their focus would be protecting the Pact from vampires—a heightened level of security that would be forgotten once the Pact members left the ranch this evening.

That would be their mistake.

It only took him a handful of minutes to locate his target. An entrance to the kitchens connected to the private conference room where the Pact members were

meeting. Rebel was patient, slowly making his way inside, slipping among the shadows. Once near the room, he watched a server enter, allowing him a quick glance inside.

Immediately, he spotted her. He couldn’t have missed her if he’d tried. Not with the way his heart was pounding.

Standing in the conference room next to her beast of a brother, talking with animated movements as she pointed toward a massive chart behind her, she was breathtaking. Everything he remembered and more.

He shook his head. The pain in his chest was all the reminder he needed. She wasn’t his, and she never would be. She’d stopped being a possibility for him long ago.

He watched her, patiently lingering in the shadows of the kitchen as he formulated a plan. She wouldn’t recognize him, though his heart knew her better than the back of his own hand. He would have known those gorgeous green eyes anywhere. The ache in his chest grew.

It’s better this way, he told himself.

He’d repeat those words until he was convinced they were true.

He didn’t care what it took, or how it hurt him. Her life and the lives of so many others depended on his sacrifice. It didn’t matter that she didn’t recognize him or that he died a little more inside whenever he looked at her. He would keep his promise to her, to his family. No matter the personal consequences.

And come hell or high water, Rebel would survive losing Lily Grey again…

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Zinachi_
Zinachi_
All you had to do was create a new cover for your book and not stealing someone else's own and covering their book and penname. smh.
2025-10-02 07:10:54
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Ebi Bens
Ebi Bens
wow beautiful story ...
2025-05-10 00:20:51
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**Robyn POV** I sat in the front of my mother’s car, with my knees jammed into the dash. The seat had been pulled all the way forward to make room for all of the boxes and suitcases we’d piled into the back seat. I balanced my backpack on my lap and chewed on my bottom lip as we pulled up in front of the big, luxurious house. “Well,” my mother said, gripping the steering wheel nervously. “Here we are.” She reached out and squeezed my hand. “This is going to be great, Robbi, you’ll see.” "That's what you said last time,” I mumbled, staring up at the house. And all the times before that. This was my mother’s sixth boyfriend since my father died three years ago. I should be getting used to this by now, but it was always hella awkward being the teenaged daughter that she dragged along to each new relationship. “Well, don’t just sit there! Let’s go inside and meet everyone!” She pulled out the keys and opened her door, but I continued to stare up at the big house. I had to hand it
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I took my backpack off my shoulder and looked at the furnishings. I shrugged one shoulder. "It looks like a hotel room," I said, and then realized I wasn't being very polite. "But it's nice." Jack frowned at me. He probably thought I was a rude, smart-mouthed kid. Phoenix just laughed. "Um, where's the bathroom?" "Oh yeah, just out here," he stepped back out to the hallway and pointed to the door at the very end. "That's our shared bathroom." "Okay, thank you." I squeezed my way in between them and made a beeline for the washroom. I could still feel their eyes on me as I shut the door and locked it behind me. I leaned back against it and took a deep breath. Yikes, that was a lot of testosterone. "Just breathe, Robyn. Everything was going to be fine," I tried to calm myself. I was sure those guys had their own housing somewhere in the city, and I would only have to deal with them at the occasional holiday or family dinner. And besides that, we wouldn't be here that long. S
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The hostess led us through the dining room to a round table near the center. Dad politely held out a chair for his girlfriend. I turned to do the same for Robyn, but she had already pulled out her own chair and plopped her butt into it. I took the seat immediately to her right, which forced Jack to sit to her left."Order whatever you like!" my father said grandly. "Tonight we celebrate new beginnings!"I picked up my menu and, out of the corner of my eye, watched Robyn. Did she even know how to behave in a fancy restaurant? Not to be judgy, but she and her mother seemed rather common. Would she be intimidated by the white linen napkins and the excessive assortment of silverware?As if sensing my thoughts, Robyn took her napkin, shook it out carelessly, placed it in her lap, then reached for her crystal water goblet and took a sip before picking up the menu to scan the offerings.Most women were, in my experience, painfully predictable. Despite all the scrumptious options, they'd choo
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Robyn POV I pulled my legs up cross-legged in the chair, indifferent to how expensive or fancy the restaurant was. I didn't care about impressing anyone—certainly not Professor Williams or his sons. The professor seemed nice enough, if boring and stiff. He was utterly smitten with my mother, holding her hand at every opportunity, staring into her eyes, fawning over her. Mom soaked up the attention like a parched sponge. But at least for now, she was happy. Since Mom preferred older men, most came with grown children scattered about. Boyfriend number three had been a divorcee with kids younger than me, though they'd lived with their mother. This was my first time sharing a house with a boyfriend’s children. Not that Phoenix and Jack were children. Oh no, they were fully grown men. I tilted my head slightly to study Jack. He belonged on the cover of a men’s fashion magazine—perfect hair, perfect teeth, a natural tan. His sport coat covered a pristine white collared shirt and yet
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Jack POV My father was apparently having some kind of late mid-life crisis. The man had hardly looked at another woman since our mother died, but all of a sudden he was all over Denise Drake. Dating her was one thing, but why the hell did he have to move her into his house? I hate change and everything that goes with it. I’m forced to deal with it on a professional basis, but at least my home should be stable and peaceful. "Phoenix had quietly suggested that it might be time for us to move out and get our own place, but I thought that this was the worst possible time for us to leave the old man to his own devices. Who knows, if we turned our backs, that woman might bleed him dry and leave him penniless. I didn’t even like the looks of Denise Drake. She was too thin, too fragile looking. And I bet that was part of the appeal to my father. She had that classic damsel in distress air about her, combined with some kind of nostalgia for days gone by. He was in a vulnerable menta
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Robyn POVI might have been lying when I said I’d seen better. I’d seen a few good-looking male bodies in my figure drawing class and lots of fit men at the dojo, but his perfectly sculpted chest was next level. I wondered what he did to keep that physique. No, I needed to put Jack out of my mind. First of all, the guy was a total tool. Clearly, he didn’t like us, and he didn’t want us here, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. Second of all, I didn’t have the time or the energy to be distracted by a hot body and a handsome face, especially not one that would only be in my life for such a short time. Focus, Robyn, focus. I sighed and flopped down on the bed. It was extremely springy and bouncy, like it had never been slept in before. It was hard to settle down and fall asleep in a strange bed in a strange room. The house made weird noises. I could hear the hum of the central air, I could hear Phoenix moving around through the wall that separated our rooms. I could hear the m
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"Phoenix told us you found the gym this morning," my mother said, wrinkling her nose at me. She found exercise and anything that made her sweaty extremely distasteful. "Did you have a good workout?" "It was fine," I said with a shrug. I pulled open the fridge, not caring that it wasn't my house. If I was going to live here, I was going to make myself at home. "Do we have any lemons?" "Um," Andrew scratched his balding head. "The housekeeper does the shopping. If there is something special you need, just add it to the list on the side of the fridge." I dug through the produce bin until I turned up one shriveled lemon that looked like it was about two months old. I added lemons to the list on the fridge and then squeezed the little juice I could extract from the ancient fruit into my water bottle. "Would you like some oatmeal?" Andrew asked. I could tell he was trying really hard to be nice to me, probably in some misguided attempt to impress my mom. I could have told him he d
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“A swim?” She tipped her head at me like a curious bird. “Yeah, the pool is heated, and the weather is perfect.” “Oh,” I could see her debating with herself. “Yeah, sure. A swim would be nice.” I felt my grin grow wider and felt like I’d just won a minor victory. “Let me change. I’ll meet you in fifteen?” She nodded and slipped off the bed. “Okay.” Fifteen minutes later, I knocked on her door. I wore my favorite pair of swim shorts and had a towel draped around my neck. I couldn’t help my eyes from wandering up and down Robyn’s tight, fit body. Most girls her age might have been parading around in skimpy string bikinis, putting everything they had on display, begging for attention. Not Robyn. She was wearing a modest two-piece suit that barely exposed her midriff. It was the kind of suit that was actually designed for a high-performance swimmer, with full coverage and a racer back. And she still looked hot as fuck. She picked up a towel and a cover-up and followed
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"Wow," I said with a dark chuckle. "That was an impressive attempt to shut me down." "But true," she said with a casual shrug. "I think it's best if we keep this purely platonic." This girl left me baffled. I'd barely flirted with her, and she just shot me down without a second thought. The worst part is, she was one hundred percent correct. She was very young. Seven years wasn't that much on the grand scale of things, but when the girl was only eighteen, it was huge. And I wasn't really seriously thinking of pursuing a relationship with her. Was I? Nah, she was just something new and curious that had caught my interest. Once the novelty wore off, she'd just be a boring teenage girl who happened to live in my house. Robyn POV I unwound my legs from around Phoenix's waist and positioned my feet against his muscular thighs. I used his legs as a springboard and pushed away from him. Letting him pull me in close had been a mistake. It was like flirting with fire, and I di
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Anonymity allowed me to stretch my imagination to the limit, without fear. If I thought for one moment that my mother, or God-forbid the stuffy professor, was reading the adult content in my books, I would die. Robyn POV I worked until the alarm on my phone beeped, signaling dinner time. Carefully putting away my drawing materials, I headed downstairs where the pungent aroma of Italian spices immediately hit me. My stomach sank - Mom had made her "famous" spaghetti and meatballs again. Entering the kitchen, I eyed the simmering sauce pot before moving to wash my hands. "Hey honey!" Mom greeted with forced cheer. "Are you hungry? I'm making my famous spaghetti." I sighed and opened the fridge. "You know I can't eat that, Mom." Her smile vanished. "Can't? Or won't?" "Mom, I'm allergic to gluten," I said with exaggerated patience. How many times did we need to have this conversation? After Dad died, everything I ate caused stomach pain and diarrhea. She'd dismissed
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