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What happens when the heir to the strongest Alpha bloodline, who has his future arranged and his Luna chosen, crosses paths with destiny? What happens when that destiny takes the form of a mate… the same transfer student who’s just been assigned to share his Alpha Suite? What happens when his mate isn’t the perfect Luna the council promised him— but a man. What happens when loyalty to his pack collides with a bond he never asked for? What happens when the walls of the locker room helps him to hide secrets he cannot deny? what happens when students begin to vanish inside Silverfang University? Three months until his wedding. One bond he can’t break everything he had laboured for. ***** “Alpha,” Sky said calmly and almost playful. “You’re too stiff. You can’t play like that.” I swung my stick to take the puck, but he turned fast again. And his back brushed against my chest. My whole body practically jumped. My body reacted in a way it shouldn't have. “Relax, baby…” he said, still moving with the puck. “It’s only a drill, my princess. Besides, we have audience.” he whispered. BLURB: Riven, the perfect Alpha. Born to lead. Soon to be married to the Luna everyone has been preparing for him. But then Sky walks into his life. A new transfer student with a scent Riven can’t ignore. One word flashes his mind the moment they lock eyes: Mate. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it’s messing everything up—his focus, his team, his future. Everything goes worse when Riven is forced to share his private dorm with Sky. Riven can’t stay away. He craves Sky. His scent drives Riven crazy. He is addicted to Sky. But does sky want him?

Russell James called me plain. He said I didn't have what it took to drive a man crazy, then crawled back into bed with the supermodel he'd been hiding from me. I found out the hard way, with my own eyes and what little dignity I had left. By then, he'd already signed his professional football contract, become a rising star, and decided I was no longer in his league. A year later, my life is falling apart. My mother's surgery is unaffordable. My younger brother's hockey dreams are slipping away. My final semester fees are overdue. Then my half-sister offers me a deal. Seduce a powerful fashion executive at an elite Madrid nightclub and help secure her place in Europe's most prestigious fashion show. In return, my family's problems disappear. I say yes. I spend the night with the man she described. By morning, I discover I've slept with the wrong man. "Connor?" he repeats, amused. "My name's Andre." Andre Fernandez. Real Numancia de Madrid's golden boy. Europe's most sought-after footballer. Forty-eight million followers. A €150 million market value. And the biggest rival of the ex-boyfriend who shattered my heart. Before I can process what happened, Andre finds me. He clears my family's debts and makes one impossible demand: "Be my girlfriend." I say no. Andre Fernandez clearly isn't used to hearing that word. When paparazzi catch us kissing at a high-profile party, the internet explodes. To save Andre's reputation, his PR team pushes us into a fake relationship complete with staged appearances, rehearsed interviews, and public displays of affection. None of it is supposed to be real. Except the longer we pretend, the harder it becomes to remember where the performance ends. Russell sees the photographs and is annoyed at his rival's proximity to me.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

Callum Harris is famous on and off the pitch. His club stays near the top of the table season after season. He’s wealthy beyond a normal person’s wildest dreams. He’s got a beautiful house in Alexandria that’s a short drive to the training centre his football club owns. He’s the apple of his family’s eye, with an older sister who dotes on him and a baby brother who looks up to him. He’s even got a best mate, Isaac Martin, that he spends all of his very limited free time with. The only problem is that he’s keeping a massive secret from his club, his friends, his family, and even Isaac. Especially Isaac. Callum is in love with Isaac. He plays in the Premier League, though, so he has to keep it a secret. There’s no such thing as an openly gay player at their level. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep playing the sport he loves. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep playing for one of the best clubs in the league. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep his family’s approval. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep his best mate…

EMERSON: "I'll be the master who programs you to please me, I'll rewrite your codes to serve my soul... alone!" IELUS: "You stole from me, now you must pay the price. I'd bound you by obligation and shape your fate to suit my taste." LEROY: "You'll never own me. I'll resist you, Alien, with every ounce of hatred in me. And I'll never surrender." ~~~~~~~~ BLUE TALE (The Series) In this captivating 3-in-1 serial M × M novel, three entwined storylines explore the complexities of power, control, and surrender all amidst Love for the Unnatural, unrealistic. CODE OF DESIRE & OBSESSION: Infamous CEO of 'SupportYou', Emerson Emerson must test a cutting-edge sex bot designed for companionship and sex before purchasing or investing in it. But when he discovers it's not actually a robot but a human with artificial intelligence as its brain, he's drawn into a world of passion and obsession. WINDBOUND: A Spirit Host, Raven, born human has been tormented by malevolent spirits since he knew himself. He finds relief in an artifact taken from the mountains. Unbeknownst to him, the artifact belongs to a Wind Spirit, Ielus, who now demands retribution and binds Raven to a debt of obligation. ALIEN SKIES: When an alien invasion forces kid Leroy to become a captive, he finds himself at the mercy of his extraterrestrial captor, Xcott. But as Leroy resists Xcott's attempts to break him, he discovers a forbidden attraction that threatens to upend everything. ENJOY!!!

The night before the World Cup, Reid Callister made a post on social media. In the photo, he wore a Portugal jersey and was smiling at the woman beside him. He had written something sweet: [Officially done with Argentina. It's all Ronaldo from here.] Our mutual friends all went quiet. Everyone knew that the night Argentina won the championship four years ago, he had cried in my arms until dawn. That was also the night he slipped a ring onto my finger. He said, "Messi got his fairy tale. Let's go get ours." Someone in the comments section asked what happened to his Messi obsession. He replied, "I was young and stupid back then. Now, I know who's worth rooting for." I stared at the post for a long time. I did not comment. I just set down the divorce papers on the coffee table. Before I left for my flight, I tucked the ring into the pocket of his blue-and-white jersey. This time, I would not be watching the game with him.