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Warning: Smut! Smut!! Smut!!! Rated 18. Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas contains possessive alpha behavior, forced proximity, age-gap romance, plus-size heroine, daddy-dom dynamics, jealousy, obsessive protectiveness, power imbalance, and holiday-season intimacy. Not suitable for readers under 18. ~~~ Dumped a week before Christmas, Annabelle “Belle” Evans forfeits her plan to spend Christmas with her narcissistic boyfriend in New York, and agrees to travel back home to Big Bear Lake with her perfect model sister and her nerdy brother-in-law. But a funny Christmas wish has other plans for her. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Belle wanders off for help and finds herself cornered by a wolf in the snowy woods. Just when she thinks she’s about to be torn to pieces, a massive stranger appears—tall, broad, and sinfully hot, his eyes glowing amber in the moonlight. He saves her life… and then claims her as his. He takes her to his secluded cabin deep in the woods, refusing to let her leave until she’s “healed.” But the way his hands linger on her skin, the way he looks at her curves like she’s a meal he needs to taste, Belle starts to realize the wound he really wants to tend to is the one between her thighs. He’s dangerous. He’s dominant. He’s sexy. He’s everything she wished for when she jokingly wrote to Santa for a “hot werewolf boyfriend.” Now she’s trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his touch, his heat, his growl, and the wild, wicked love burning between them might just make this her best Christmas ever.

When I receive the call from the emergency department at City Hospital, I'm in the middle of a company meeting. "Are you a family member of Bryan Lambert? He's at the hospital right now. You need to come right away!" When I arrive at the hospital, my dad, Bryan Lambert, forces a sheepish smile at me. "It's nothing, really," he says, trying to reassure me. "The doctor said it's just acute gastritis. Once I'm done with this IV drip, the pain will go away." The nurse changing his IV can't bear to listen any longer. She thrusts the bill into my hands with a cold glare. "What kind of daughter are you?" she scolds sharply. "I can't believe you actually let someone his age work in a restaurant washing dishes. His boss said he skipped lunch just to rush home to make dinner for you. If he keeps going hungry like this, of course his stomach won't be able to take it." "Washing dishes?" I ask in a trembling voice, staring at Dad's calloused hands. "Dad, didn't I have Cedric give you a supermarket gift card worth 20 thousand dollars? Why on earth were you washing dishes at a restaurant?" I ask incredulously. He carefully pulls a card from his pocket and hands it to me. "M-maybe I'm just too stupid to use it," he stammers softly. "Every time I tried to pay with it, the cashier said it wouldn't work. So I paid out of my own pocket. But then my savings ran out, and I didn't dare ask you for money. I was afraid you and Cedric would fight over money." He looks down, wringing his hands. "I figured… I could wash some dishes to earn a little money for groceries." I take the so-called gift card from him, and a cold wave of shock hits me. It isn't a gift card at all. It's a souvenir card from a popular escape room.

After accidentally using my brother’s supplementary card to buy a coffee, my future sister-in-law took a screenshot of the transaction and posted it in the family group chat, “Home Sweet Home.” “You used my boyfriend’s supplementary card to buy yourself a drink. That’s really ‘classy’, I can tell the innocent little sister act when I see one. Coffee? Seriously? We all know what kind of message that sends.” Without even asking for an explanation, my parents just ranted at me nonstop. My brother immediately cancelled the supplementary card. Even after all that, my sister-in-law just would not let it go. “Where’s the money? You used my boyfriend’s card. Pay it back now!” I scrolled through years of bank transfers between my brother and myself, took a screenshot of every single one, and sent them into the chat. The next second, everyone in the family, except my brother, were stunned.

Molly absolutely loves Christmas. Candy canes, egg nog, mistletoe, the works. She can't get enough of it. And so it's only natural that she works at the local Christmas store, Christmas Wishes. But when the Scrooge-like Nicholas comes to town, looking to sell his father's business out from under him, it looks like Molly's dream job is disappearing. Worse yet, she's starting to fall for Nicholas, despite everything telling her not to. With one last chance to save the store, Molly appeals to the power of Christmas itself, attempting to convert Nicholas to seeing the beauty of the holiday. Can Christmas magic really make Christmas Wishes come true? Fans of Hallmark Christmas movies will be swept away by Christmas Wishes, a small-town standalone holiday romance with mistletoe and magic. Grab a glass of eggnog, sit by a warm fire, and enjoy!

My fiancee, Winona Ziegler, moves her childhood sweetheart, Caeden Gardner, who has just come back from abroad, into our future marital home. When ordering takeout, I add an eight-dollar omelette and a five-dollar caramelized onion soup to the order, but Winona deletes them all in disgust. "Caeden can't stand the smell of onions. Do you want to make him throw up? Can't you just have some plain water?" Moments later, she orders a seafood feast worth a thousand dollars for him, complete with king crabs and a premium seafood boil. Holding a glass of plain water, I watch her fuss over Caeden with endless concern. Then, my phone vibrates. My bank account has just been charged 1,000 dollars. She uses my money to spoil her childhood sweetheart, yet refuses to even buy me an omelette that costs eight dollars. Five years of love completely fall apart in that moment. This time, I don't argue or beg like I used to. I simply pick up my phone and press "Freeze Authorized User Card".

A drunk rich kid speeds down a pedestrian walkway and hits my daughter, shattering her femur and breaking multiple ribs. She hasn't woken up since. Now the boy's mother wants to settle. She sits across from me with her chin lifted and slides a settlement agreement across the table. "Ms. Carlisle, just sign it and don't hold up my son's future." Rage burns through every last shred of my composure. I grab the document and hurl it in her face. "Not a chance!" She doesn't even flinch. Her lips curl into a smirk, and she looks me up and down. "The law says you only have to pay about a million if you kill someone. Your daughter isn't even dead. I'm offering medical expenses plus two million dollars on top. How does that sound?" She pulls out a black card and holds it up like a trophy. "You probably don't even know what this is. It's a globally limited black card." My eyes land on it, and I recognize the pattern instantly because I had it custom-made as a birthday gift for my husband. A metallic taste rises in the back of my throat, but I force the blood down, every ounce of rage coiling behind my eyes. "How much is your son's life worth? Name the price. I'll buy it."