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[WARNING: SMUTTY PARANORMAL ROMANCE WITH AN OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE WOLF/LYCAN SHIFTER. DETAILED SMUT AND VIOLENCE.] A billionaire with a dark secret. A prophecy that could change everything. And a bond that could be her salvation… or her doom. Maci Carter didn’t ask for this. She left her small-town life behind to start fresh in the city, free from her past, free from anyone telling her what she can’t do. But fate has other plans. When she crosses paths with Thorne Wintermere, the enigmatic CEO of Wintermerre & Co., Maci’s life takes a terrifying, thrilling twist. Thorne isn’t just any billionaire. He’s a powerful, untouchable alpha, a rare werewolf-lycan hybrid hiding in plain sight without a pack. Known as the ruthless leader of a hidden supernatural council, Thorne has spent his life protecting his family’s legacy and keeping his world’s secrets…until her. As dark forces close in, she begins to uncover her own secrets, powers that have lain dormant within her for years, powers tied to a father she barely remembers and a world she never knew. As Maci and Thorne are pulled closer by an undeniable, electric bond, their connection could tip the scales of an ancient power struggle, or end in ruin. Will Maci embrace her destiny, or will she walk away, leaving Thorne and the supernatural world in chaos? Fans of intense, edge-of-your-seat romance won’t be able to resist The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets. Where passion and power collide, and one choice could change everything.

Staring at the garden doors, waiting for her to walk in after her first shift, the doors swing open and I stuck in place at the sight, her long beautiful blonde curls cascading down the front of another Alpha's chest, her face buried in his neck, her tan legs wrapped around his waist as her body lays against his back. I stumble backwards, I can't breathe, my wolf growls in my head, "MINE!" Looking in the rearview she's waving her arms and jumping up and down in a white t-shirt. I know what she wants, and I'll need to go off grid until I can convince my wolf to take the rejection. I scream, "STOP, COME BACK!" as I watched as the small red taillights disappear into the darkness. A tear rolled down my cheek as I turned and looked at the pack house, my wolf howled in my head, "MATE, GO AFTER HIM NOW!" This isn’t how I imagined my 18th birthday would go. I return to the Alpha Academy in Denver, only to find him gone, I steal his car and now sit at a crossroad, my wolf stirs, "go east." I sarcastically laughed, "really and you know this how?" She giggles, "his wolf will direct him back to the last place he scented you, he's heading back to NY." I arch a brow, " we'll track our Alpha, and hear his explanation." Following the path of bloody bodies, in the dodgiest bars, I know I'm on the right path but finding a young girl with his scent all over her, crying in a car outside of one, not what I was expecting. He did it to her too, captured her heart and walked away, just like he did me. Now I want a rejection not an explanation.

Elena Cordova designed revolutionary algorithms for a multi-million-dollar company. The only formula she couldn't solve? Her own marriage. After seven years of being the invisible wife to a cold billionaire, Elena is finally trading in her wedding ring for her worth. Marcus Ashford married her for obligation, hid her from the world, and replaced her with a woman who played the perfect stepmother. But when he finally pushes her too far, he discovers that the brilliant, betrayed woman he dismissed has been running calculations all along. Now, Elena is back in the boardroom, her mind sharp, her fortune growing, and a handsome rival billionaire watching her every move. She wants revenge. She wants vindication. She wants her daughter back. Marcus thought she was a social climber. He thought she was docile. He thought he could replace her. He was wrong. He used her for her brilliance. Now, she'll use her brilliance to take everything back. Divorce is just the beginning of her beautiful, calculated comeback.

"I was his family’s multibillion-dollar lifeline, but to my husband, I was just a shameful, oversized secret." To save King Enterprises from total bankruptcy, ruthless billionaire Darel King was forced to marry me—Giselle Davis, a plus-size heiress with a heavy appetite and curves he absolutely despised. For years, Darel treated our marriage like a prison sentence, banishing me to eat in the kitchen and openly declaring that his elegant, runway-slender ex, Julia Lee, was the only woman he could ever truly desire. The very day his family's empire stabilized, Darel threw the divorce papers in my face, casting me out into the cold New York rain to run back to Julia. He thought he had broken me. He thought I would waste away in despair. He was dead wrong. Taken in by Braden Martin—Darel’s fiercest, most dangerous rival on Wall Street—she turned her heartbreak into raw fuel. Under Braden's protective gaze, she conquered her demons, sweat through her insecurities, and transformed into a stunning, unstoppable force. When Darel falls to his knees, weeping and begging for the beautiful woman I’ve become, he learns too late that some debts can never be repaid.

To scrape together my mother's surgery money, I worked myself to the bone at this company for three straight years. My performance was always number one. By myself, I supported half the sales department. Then, a newly hired HR director decided every desk needed an AI camera, claiming it was to optimize efficiency. Every blink, every breath I took was measured and calculated by the system. "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray blinked more than twenty times within one minute. Mental distraction detected. Fine: 50." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray took 3.5 seconds to drink water, exceeding the standard by 1.5 seconds. Slacking detected. Fine: 100." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray's mouth corners drooped for over thirty seconds. Suspected spread of negative emotion. Fine: 200." The most ridiculous part was the way he stood in front of the entire department, pointing proudly at my data on the giant screen. "See that?" he said smugly. "This is the power of technology. In front of AI, you lazy freeloaders have nowhere to hide. Nathan, your bonus for this month has already been wiped out by the system. If you don't like it, get lost. Plenty of people are lining up to take your place." What he didn't know was that the AI system he trusted so blindly had its core code written by me. Tonight, I was going to show him what happened when he angered the one who built the machine.

I'm the type who has the urge to overshare my life with him. It can be anything, be it the flowers blooming by the side of the road, the unpleasant coffee I end up having, or the sunset I've seen when I'm on my way home from work. Heck, when I think of Edwin Howell all of a sudden, I can't resist texting him at all. His replies are always short and perfunctory, though I suppose they count as a form of response from him. Hence, over the past six months, I've relied on these cold-sounding yet present replies to give me enough strength to deal with the engagement party, go wedding gown shopping, and choose the wedding venue all by myself. Somehow, I've managed to hang in there till the week before the wedding. But five days before the wedding, I discover an AI program that's installed within Edwin's computer. It can categorize every single sentence that I've sent to Edwin and extract the keywords. Then, it'll draft the most perfunctory responses that will never go wrong. If I miss Edwin, the AI will reply, "Mm-hmm." If I feel aggrieved, the AI will reply, "Got it." When I try to vent my frustrations to Edwin, the AI will reply, "Don't make such a big deal out of it." It turns out that Edwin isn't the one who has been responding to my need to overshare. The thing is, he has been texting another woman nonstop in another private chat. They talk about anything and everything under the sun, from exchanging simple good mornings and good nights to asking, "What are you having for lunch today?" and "Do you wanna go to the beach someday?" Finally, I realize that Edwin isn't the silent type who keeps his love in. If anything, he's the flashy type who will proclaim his love anywhere, anytime. It's just that… his love has never been mine to have. As for me, I've finally made up my mind to stop spending my life waiting for a response that will never come.