Romans Steamy & Histoires Rogue Reborn

Betrayed by those she trusted most, Lora was executed for treason while her mate, Alpha Derrick Stone, stood silent among her accusers. But fate had other plans, she awakens in the body of Nyx, a rogue wolf with a different face and all of Lora's memories searing through her mind. When Derrick captures the mysterious rogue trespassing on his territory, the last thing he expects is to feel it again: that soul-deep pull of the mate bond he thought he'd buried with Lora's death. But this green-eyed stranger is everything his gentle Luna wasn't, fierce, dangerous, rebellious, and hiding secrets that could destroy them both. Lora knows she should run. Instead, she stays close to the man who failed her, hunting for proof of the conspiracy that stole everything while the mate bond tightens like a noose around her heart. Every stolen glance, every moment of forced proximity makes it harder to remember that he chose his pack's lies over her truth. But as she peels back layers of deception, Lora uncovers a horrifying reality: her death was just the beginning. Her rebirth wasn't an accident, someone wanted her alive. And the puppet master who orchestrated her execution, the one who's been whispering poison in Derrick's ear all along, is the last person either of them would suspect. His sister. In a world where ancient magic demands a price for every resurrection, Lora must choose: reveal her identity and risk everything for the mate who already failed her once, or let vengeance consume what's left of her humanity. But her second chance may cost more than just her heart, it may cost her soul.

Betrayed by the men she loved and sentenced to death, Luna Nara Moonlit’s story should have ended in blood and heartbreak. But when fate grants her a second chance, she vows to escape the chains of her past—and the mates who destroyed her. Enter Silas NightCrow: rogue Alpha, self-made, dangerous. In a world where mate bonds are unbreakable and power means everything, Silas offers Nara a different kind of alliance—one forged by choice, not destiny. With enemies closing in and her former mates desperate to reclaim her, Nara must decide if she can trust the only man who never betrayed her—or if love, in any form, is too dangerous to risk again.

I have died twice. And both times, the same man killed me. My name is Amara. I am an Omega, which in this world means I am the last to eat, the first to be sold, and the easiest to forget. I was born into a cold house, into a family that looked through me like glass. And I carry inside my chest the memories of two other lives, two other versions of me who stood in the same place I'm standing now and did not make it out. I know his name. Corvus. Dark Alpha. The man who rejected me the first time like I was something he scraped off his boot, and the second time handled me like something he needed to erase quietly before anyone noticed. I know what he's capable of. I know what his eyes look like right before the end. And I know that whatever arrangement my useless excuse for a family has made with his people, I am not going to stand here and let it happen a third time. I have a plan. It has holes in it. It might get me killed again. And then two men kick my door open and the plan becomes irrelevant. "We're taking you with us," the serious one says. Just like that. Like it's already done. Like I don't have a single thing to say about it. And then there's the other one, leaning against my wall with that infuriating almost-smile, who adds: "You can say no. It won't change anything. But you can say it." I say no. It doesn't change anything. I go with them anyway, because Corvus is coming and these two impossible men are the better option. That's what I tell myself. That's the only reason.