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Maya’s world shatters when she discovers her husband, Daniel, celebrating his secret daughter, forgetting their own son’s birthday. As her child fights for his life in the hospital, Daniel’s absences speak louder than his excuses. The only person by her side is his brother, Liam, whose quiet devotion reveals a love he’s hidden for years. Now, Daniel is desperate to save his marriage, but he’s trapped by the powerful woman who controls his secret and his career. Two brothers. One devastating choice. Will Maya fight for the broken love she knows, or risk everything for a love that has waited silently in the wings?

They were brothers, one touched my heart, the other ruined it. Ken was safe, soft, and everything I should want. Ruben was cold, cruel… and everything I couldn’t resist. One forbidden night, one heated mistake... and now he owns more than my body he owns my silence. And now Daphne, their sister,the only one who truly knew me, my forever was slipping away. I thought, I knew what love meant, until both of them wanted me.

Life has a way of awakening us…Often cruelly. Astraia Ilithyia, a humble art gallery hostess, finds herself pulled into a world she never would’ve imagined existed. She meets the mysterious and charismatic, Vasilios Barzilai under terrifying circumstances. Torn between the world she’s always known, and the world Vasilios reigns in…Only one thing is certain; she cannot survive without him.

"You do know what your scent does to me?" Stefanos whispered, his voice brushing against Xenia’s skin like a dark promise. "W-what?" she stammered, heart pounding as the towering wolf closed in. "It drives me wild." —★— A cursed Alpha. A runaway Omega. A fate bound by an impossible bloom. Cast out by his own family, Alpha Stefanos dwells in a lonely tower, his only companion a fearsome dragon. To soothe his solitude, he cultivates a garden of rare flowers—until a bold little thief dares to steal them. Furious, Stefanos vows to punish the culprit. But when he discovers the thief is a fragile Omega with secrets of her own, something within him stirs. Her presence thaws the ice in his heart, awakening desires long buried. Yet destiny has bound them to an impossible task—to make a cursed flower bloom. Can he bloom a flower that can't be bloomed, in a dream that can't come true? ----- Inspired from the BTS song, The Truth Untold.

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.

I was born with a cursed tongue. The words I said came true. So as soon as I understood what that meant, I stopped speaking. For more than twenty years, I never said another word. Then my six-year-old son knocked his pregnant aunt over by accident, and my husband sent him to a kennel. My son had been bitten by a dog before. He was terrified of them. I begged. I went down on my knees and slammed my forehead against the floor until it was bleeding. Connor Grant lifted his sister-in-law Camille Lane up off the ground, ran a tender hand over her swollen belly, and his voice came out cold. "Don't think I can't see what's behind this. He did it because you put him up to it. You're a calculating little mute. He has your filthy blood in his veins. If we don't break him now, he grows up worthless." "Send him somewhere that knows how to teach a child his place. Teach him how things rank in this house. And teach you, while we're at it. Don't touch what isn't yours." By the time I found my son, he was in a cage with five vicious dogs. There was almost nothing left to hold. I pieced the small body back together. I opened my mouth for the first time in over twenty years, and the first words I had spoken in my life were: "Connor Grant. Blood for blood. I will see this house buried."