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In the middle of a hurricane, I rush into the sea and save Simone Parker, an heiress from Kingstone who has fallen into the water and lost her memories. Right here, in this little seaside town of Faircove, I work three jobs to pay for her medical bills. I take a bottle to the head while saving her from some thugs. And when she falls sick, I carry her on my back through the storm to find the local doctor. Everyone says I'm utterly devoted to Simone—and that I would even sacrifice my life for her. Even she believes that to be true. Therefore, when she regains her memories and heads back to Kingstone to take over her family's company, she asks me what I want in return. When I ask her to grant me a wish, her expression turns icy. "I can give you a lifetime of wealth and privilege, but don't even think about asking to be my husband. The only man in my heart is Conrad." I wait in silence, choosing not to refute her. On the day Simone is formally made the chairwoman, I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. I say, "Please give me a statement of forgiveness, Ms. Parker." She looks thrown at first, and for some reason, her expression turns cold. "Why do you insist on employing such manipulative tricks, playing hard to get just so you can get under Conrad's skin?" I'm completely dumbfounded. How am I being manipulative and playing hard to get when I'm just asking for a statement of forgiveness? The only thing I want is to finally free my unlucky wife from the detention center.

Seraphina Vale signs a marriage contract she never planned to survive. Crushed by debt and desperate to save her family, she agrees to become the wife of Lucien Blackwood—a cold, powerful billionaire CEO who treats love like a weakness and marriage like a business transaction. Their deal is simple: a public marriage, a private arrangement, and absolutely no emotions involved. But living under the same roof exposes cracks neither of them expected. Lucien’s control begins to slip as desire turns possessive, and Seraphina finds herself drawn to a man who was never meant to feel anything at all. When the truth behind their contract threatens to destroy her reputation and his empire, Seraphina must choose between her dignity and the man who owns her signature—but not her heart. And Lucien must decide whether power is worth more than the one woman who became his greatest temptation. What started as a contract becomes a dangerous emotional trap—because some deals are signed in ink, and others are sealed in sin. She wasn’t hired to be his wife. She was signed to be his sin.

Three days before our Marking Ceremony, my Alpha fiancé Kael changed the venue from Moon Bay to Snowpeak Mountain. Just because his childhood sweetheart Isabella wanted to see the first snow from Snowpeak Mountain. This was the ninety-ninth time Kael had chosen Isabella over me. This time, I didn't argue. I pretended I knew nothing, turned around, and walked away. Because I had been given a second chance. Because I remembered how this story ended. In my last life, I fought him over it. The argument became so ugly that even his mother the Old Luna stepped in. In the end, the ceremony stayed at Moon Bay. Later, the Old Luna decided Isabella had become an unstable threat to the Pack. She arranged for Isabella to be married off to the Shadow Pack, where she withered away and died. Kael blamed me for everything Isabella suffered. And of course, for her death. Five years after I became his Luna, the enemy packs launched a surprise attack. As a silver blade pierced straight through my heart, he stood there and watched me bleed and die. He never came for me. So this life, I'm choosing a different mate. At the day of the ceremony, he called from the snow-covered mountain, panic clear in his voice. "The Marking Ceremony is about to start. Where are you? Have you forgotten?" I looked across the shimmering waters of Moon Bay and smiled. "I didn't forget." "My Marking Ceremony..." "...is about to begin too." But with someone else.

At just six years old, Archer, the son of Cerberus and Alpha Zeina, shifted into his wolf and embraced a power that shook the packs. Whispers spread quickly, that he would grow to become the strongest wolf to walk the land. By sixteen, he proved them right, claiming leadership of the Western Pack and striking fear into Alphas far older than him. She-wolves flock to him, drawn without effort, yet none hold his interest. Enemies rise against him, even the Alpha King himself, but Archer stands unshaken, certain he can overcome them all. Until fate delivers him the one thing he never anticipated, his destined mate. And she is nothing like the wolf he imagined.

I called the wrong name in the dark… and woke up bound to the wrong man. What was meant to fix my broken marriage became a mistake I can’t undo—one that marked me with a bond I don’t understand… and can’t escape. Now he hears my thoughts. Feels my fear. And knows exactly how to use it against me. Killian isn’t just my mate. He’s my stepbrother—an Alpha with power, secrets, and a reason to keep me close. I should hate him. I should run. But the bond won’t let me. And now… he’s come to take me back.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.