Alyssa Targaryen

As we slowly danced he leaned on my shoulder and said "You are my rehabilitation ,a place I need the most " Alyssa and the billionaire centers around a 28 year old woman who is trying to get her life together after she loses her job . She's offered this new job by her best friend's husband that she finds so difficult to balance due to her difficult boss ,trey Benson ,23 years old ,juggling his father's company ,paranoid and impossible to please After one month of working with him Alyssa realises the billionaire is not what she thought he was and something was behind his cold exterior so she leans back to understand him more as they start to share common interests with eachother . Could these two opposite people come in terms and find their balance ?

A Dark Paranormal Romance | Fated Mates | Slow Burn Obsession He came to her in chains. But it’s her rules he’ll beg to obey. By day, Ronan Thorne is an Alpha shifter - commanding, ruthless, untouchable. By night, he's something else entirely: a feral beast cursed by a vengeful moon goddess after he dared to seduce her sacred virgin. Every sunset splits his soul, forcing him to live half a life—and leaving behind blood and desire he can’t remember. Desperate for control, he seeks out Eidolon, the most exclusive underground dominatrix club in the city. But he doesn’t expect Talia, a woman with a voice that stills the storm inside him and eyes that see too much. Talia doesn’t do emotional entanglements. Her clients submit. They don’t haunt her dreams. But Ronan is different. Dangerous. Addictive. And when she touches him, something ancient stirs inside her a legacy tied to the very goddess who cursed him. He wants to surrender. She was born to command. But what begins as a game of control quickly spirals into obsession, forbidden lust, and a choice that could destroy them both. Can she tame the beast without losing herself… or will she awaken a hunger no one can contain? --- Author's Note Welcome to Marked by the Beast — where dominance is delicious, secrets are deadly, and the line between pleasure and danger? Paper-thin. This story contains mature themes, dark romance, and explicit scenes that may not be suitable for all readers. If you're into primal bonds, forbidden heat, and a heroine who doesn't just tame the beast—she owns him— Then, darling, you're exactly where you need to be. Read responsibly. Hydrate. And don’t say I didn’t warn you. From your favorite dark romance author Elle Targaryen😉

Until The Lie, Loved Me by Elle Targaryen Celeste Monroe's picture-perfect marriage was a lie. Behind the doors of her luxurious home lived a man who controlled her, broke her, and left her mourning three lost pregnancies in silence. Then he had an accident. When he wakes from a coma, he's not the same. The cruelty is gone. In its place is tenderness, protectiveness-and a love she never thought she'd feel. For a while, Celeste lets herself believe in miracles. Until she uncovers the truth: the man in her home isn't her husband. He's a spy sent to erase her. Now, Celeste must play a dangerous game-caught between the man who stole her heart and the mission that could end her life. "How do you escape the man sent to destroy you-when your heart is already his?"

My best friend Ada felt sorry for my eight-year crush on Theo. So when our wolves recognize each other as mate, Ada simply gave me a pheromone-enhancing herb and sent me to Theo’s bed. Intoxicated by my scent, Theo claimed me like crazy. When I woke up, he coldly agreed to hold the marking ceremony. But shortly after the marking, Theo frequently visited European packs, and stayed away for five years. I raised our son Alex alone, waiting for him at the pack. But he never came come and just told me he didn’t like puppies. Until Alex's birthday party, I saw a video where someone asked him: "Theo, what's your happiest moment?" He replied carelessly: "Last week in Europe, after putting Marcus to sleep, I took Claire to the dining table in the living room." Amidst the whistles and cheers, my hands and feet turned ice cold. Claire was his ex-girlfriend, Marcus was his ex-girlfriend's son. They say he'd been living with them these five years in Europe, so it was all true. I was completely heartbroken, submitted the mate bond dissolution to the Alpha Council, and left North America with my son, erasing our pack registration.

The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older brothers brought home a twelve-year-old orphaned Omega. My alpha brother seized the rare healing herb I'd spent all my savings on—herbs meant to ease my first transformation—and gave them to her instead. "You're strong enough," he growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My beta brother snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My brothers, finally free of my presence, took the orphan girl on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.