Francis Drake

Emily was a slave for her pack for years and was ultimately expelled from it. A once-famous princess, the daughter of an Alpha, will travel to the East to serve the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Emily's expulsion from her family made her even more resilient, as she realized that crying and pleading would accomplish nothing. Her life becomes more complicated for a reason the Moon Goddess had foreseen the moment she stepped onto the Blue Moon pack. However, this does not prevent her love for Drake Bailey, the Alpha King, from intensifying.

Her life was turned upside down when her father's company went bankrupt. Her fiancé, left her, and everyone she thought was her friend turned their backs on her. She had nothing left and had to face realities offre the world. Her Luck changed when she met her childhood best friends mother who put her a plane to Paris so she could breathe a little. She gave herself a night of pure pleasure during which she would enjoy her life little dis she know that this night would change her life.

When Las Vegas showgirl Sienna Vale witnesses billionaire casino heir Luca Moretti handling a dangerous mafia problem behind closed penthouse doors, she knows two things immediately: She's in Danger... And she's finally found her way into the spotlight. Luca needs a flawless public image to protect his casino empire from scandal. Sienna needs fames badly enough to risk everything for it. The solution is simple: fake a relationship designed for the cameras, the tabloids, and the elite world of Las Vegas society. But pretending to be the Casino King's glamorous new obsession quickly turns into something far more dangerous when a temporary arrangement becomes more. The rules were supposed to be simple: Play the perfect partner, protect the empire, rise to fame, and never fall in love. But in a city built on temptation, obsession is the most dangerous gamble of all.

Serena Judd is a mess when she's taken to the hospital after being harassed by a freak. As she waits in the corridor for her turn to see the doctor, she sees Justin Farrow with his arm around a young woman. He's coaxing her gently. With a raspy voice, Serena looks at Justin, the guy she has been on and off with for years. "Didn’t you get my text?" "It's Candice's birthday, so I can't upset her. Besides, who knows whether you actually ran into a freak?" He frowns, looking disdainful. "Were you violated?" Serena's blood runs cold at his words. She tenders her resignation the following day, but Justin isn't bothered. He says, "She's more obedient than a dog. She'll come back to beg for forgiveness without me even saying anything." This time, however, Serena leaves without hesitation. … Half a year passes. Justin sits in his car and dials a number he's already committed to memory. As soon as the call is connected, he says tensely, "I miss you." All he hears is a snort. "Why are you disturbing me in the middle of the night with a love confession, Mr. Farrow? You should be asleep." Justin snarls, "Where's Rina? Tell her to answer the phone!" Wilson Quade looks at Serena, who's lying beneath him, her eyes gleaming with desire. He smirks devilishly and says, "We're busy, Mr. Farrow."

After being betrayed by her boyfriend and stepsister, Faye Brown married a hotel waiter on a whim. For a while, she thought her life would turn out to be yet another clichéd script of a rich beauty rescuing a poor guy from the trenches of poverty before her husband, Cedric Shaw, turns out to be a billionaire instead. As their true identities gradually unveil, Faye and Cedric find the realities they once knew and believed unraveling at its seams. How much of what they thought was true are, in fact, lies? More importantly, could this impromptu masquerade be a quest for true love instead?

Freya loved the wrong Alpha for eight years. She gave him her body, her loyalty, her soul—and in return, he kissed her with someone else's name. When she finally walked away, she believed she'd found peace—and love—in Silvano, the Alpha who saved her. But years later, on her birthday, silence greeted her again. “Bella,” she whispered to her daughter, “did you forget Mommy’s birthday?” “Not now, Mommy. I'm making a gift for Aunt Aurora. Daddy helped.” The name landed like a wound reopening. Freya once survived being ‘the other woman’. Now, fate flipped the roles—and the silence, late-night absences, and missed calls feel all too familiar. As betrayal knocks again, she must choose: bury herself in heartbreak once more—or rise, not for love, but for herself. When even your mate forgets your worth, how many times must you walk away before you stop coming back? This time—maybe for the last time—she won’t look back.