Aime-moi Ou Quitte-moi

A rejected Warrior. A grieving Alpha. And a mysterious scent that defies fate. Gwen was born to fight, but never to be chosen. Labeled weak and cast aside by her fated mate and pack. She is forced to claw her way through blood and dirt just to survive. When a mysterious Alpha offers her a place in his pack as a surrogate, Gwen sees it as her final escape from heartbreak and humiliation. But Mystic Pack is no ordinary place. And Alpha Conan is no ordinary wolf. Cold, grieving, and haunted by the death of his mate, Conan has locked away his heart and his wolf for four long years. Until Gwen arrives… and everything begins to unravel. Her scent shifts. Her power grows. And her presence stirs something dangerous inside him. As old bloodlines awaken and secrets rise from the ashes, Gwen discovers she’s more than a rejected mate—she carries the blood of a goddess. Her touch heals. Her voice calms. And her wolf is destined to shine in silver fire. But when betrayal strikes and war threatens the packs, Gwen must choose: return to the shadows that scorned her… or embrace the divine strength that was never meant to be hidden. In a world ruled by fate, she is the choice the moon made. And some bonds aren't written in stars. They are forged in fire.

“You’re ours, we own you, Feyre and we can do whatever we want with you.” Rafael growled. I swallowed, with nowhere to turn to, I stood there, helpless, with his hot breath grazing my neck, his huge body trapping me while his brothers gazed at me with burning eyes. “I’d rather die than be yours!” ********************* Omega slave Feyre Campbell has had to endure the torment of not just the pack members but also the Alpha quadruplets. Bullied and broken, with just one thing on her mind, escaping the Fenrir mansion, Feyre had no idea that a revelation would change everything and ruin her plans. She’s mated to all four brothers! ‘Goddess forbid I accept them as my mate.’ Her heart was set on never letting the bond between her and the brothers grow because of how horribly they’ve treated her. Ronan, Reid, Rhys and Rafael never would’ve thought that the Omega slave they’ve mistreated so badly would turn out to be their mate. The brothers must now right their wrongs since they all only have one shot at having a mate, they have to make Feyre accept them at all cost. How far are they willing to go to make her theirs? Will Feyre allow herself to be consumed by the flames of their new found bond and the sizzling attraction between them?

18+(Contains Dark Themes) __ "That doesn't make this okay," I breathed. "I'm married. Why are you even interested in me?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I found a drop-dead gorgeous woman holding back tears at my welcome party." His fingers crept under the hem of my sweatshirt. "Interested? Catherine, can't you see I'm obsessed?" **** When Catherine Holloway’s gets drunk at a gala, she wakes up tangled in the sheets, and the arms of her estranged stepson, Soren Ashford. The dangerously alluring Lycan has always been a distant shadow in her life… until now. Their chemistry is raw, relentless, and ruinous. But when she discovers she’s pregnant, his dismissal destroys her before she could let him know: "It was just an affair.” Exiled and disgraced, Catherine rebuilds her life from nothing, until Soren returns a year later. Hungrier. Possessive. Unhinged. He’ll burn fortunes, break alliances, and slaughter every enemy who dares stand between them. Because Catherine isn’t just his stepmother anymore. She’s his obsession. And this time, he’s not just asking for forgiveness. He’s taking her back.

Elle était jeune, innocente, belle et pleine de rêves. Shelly avait tout pour un avenir radieux mais le destin avait un tout autre plan pour elle. À 17ans, au lieu d'aller à l'université comme prévu, à cause de sa grossesse, Shelly s'est retrouvée piégée dans un mariage par contrainte avec Anrick le fils de la famille Orane. Union à l'issue de laquelle elle en est sortie brisée. Shelly avait tout perdu dans ce mariage dans lequel elle n'a essuyé que mépris, souffrance et humiliations; même son enfant qui avait été la raison pour laquelle elle était entrée dans cette famille avait perdu la vie. Après avoir été accusée à tord d'un crime qu'elle n'a pas commis, Shelly croise à nouveau le chemin de la famille Orane des années plus tard. Elle n'a qu'une seule idée en tête : faire comprendre à tous qu'elle n'est plus la même et trouver qui était derrière le complot qui l'a mené en prison il y a de cela cinq ans. Entre ses plans et sa relation compliquée avec son ex-mari, Shelly devra également faire face à de nombreux secrets enfouis du passé. Laissera t-elle les blessures de son passé la consumer? Ou décidera t-elle de donner une chance à son amour avec Anrick l'homme qui autre fois n'avait aucune considération pour elle ?

"We can't do this," I whispered, even as Jamie's fingers traced my jaw. "Tell me to stop," he commanded, his grey eyes darkening with desire. I should have. But instead: "I can't." His hand slid beneath my shirt. "This is wrong." "Then stop touching me." "I can't." His voice was raw. "Every night I think about you. About this." When his mouth finally claimed mine, it tasted like sin and salvation. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, and reality dissolved. "Right now, you're mine," he growled against my neck. "Even knowing what it costs?" I gasped. "Even then." What happened in that kitchen was unforgivable. Beautiful and terrible and absolutely devastating. But our secret didn't stay buried. When a mysterious text arrives—*"I saw what you did"*—followed by photos taken through my window, I realize someone was watching. Someone knows. And they're not just threatening to tell Aiden. They're playing a twisted game where we're all pieces on the board. As paranoia turns to obsession and obsession bleeds into violence, I face an impossible truth: the person I should fear most might be the one I thought I knew best. **Some secrets refuse to stay buried. Some desires demand everything. And some love stories end in blood.**

For five years, my fated mate, Alpha Kaelen and I have had 98 marking ceremonies. And every single time, his teeth would stop right at my neck. All because the Omega he claimed was "like a sister" to him always managed to faint at just the "right" moment. At the 99th ceremony, that Omega got "hurt" again. "I swear I'll complete the marking next time," Kaelen said, scooping up the other she-wolf without a backward glance. I burned the Luna gown I'd worn 99 times and changed back into my royal princess dress from the Moonshadow Realm. Then severed my mate bond and walked away without a second glance. It wasn't until searing pain hit Kaelen, and he crying for me to come back, that the Shaman coldly told him: "She is a true princess! And you were never worthy of her."

"You are more than enough for me, Mia Cara. I wish you would know how much." She was running from one devil but fell straight into the arms of another. Miabella Dennison thought marrying Matteo Valdrighi was her way out. He was rich, charming, and just enough to piss off her toxic family. But then his older brother walked in, Rafael Valdrighi, and became the only man who ever looked at her like she was more than just a doll to be moved around. Rafael wasn’t supposed to care, but she also wasn’t supposed to fall. Now, she’s trapped between two brothers, one who owns her life, and the other who’s starting to own her heart. And when the cat is let out the bag, Miabella will have to decide: Is love worth breaking every rule for?

I trusted her with my secrets, and him with my heart.. now I carry the consequence of their betrayal. Catching my best friend in bed with my boyfriend shattered me. I walked away without looking back, only to discover I was pregnant with a child I never planned for. Rejected by my fated mate and betrayed by the one person I called sister , I was alone.. and drowning. Until I met him. He was mysterious, dangerous and irresistible. He offered me more than comfort, he offered me revenge , redemption, and a second chance at love. But trusting again might cost me more than my heart.. it might cost me literally everything.

“Three powerful Alphas, one fated she-wolf, and a bond that defies all rules—when darkness threatens to destroy them, only true love can save the day.” On the night of the full moon celebration, Valeria Blackthorn returns to her wolf pack after years of being banished by the Alpha King. However, nothing prepared her for what she stumbles upon— Valeria finds herself irresistibly drawn to three powerful Alphas— each drawn to her, not just by fate but by an undeniable desire too. Unfortunately, Valeria’s return and her newfound controversial mates bring more misfortune than imagined. With the sudden death of the Alpha king and his family, Valeria is painted as a traitor and is forced into hiding, trying to be protected by her mates. As Valeria  battles with her rising emotions, the packs face a looming threat— an exiled Alpha has returned with a deadly ambition to reclaim power, and has his eyes set on Valeria . Caught in a web of passion, rivalry, and betrayal, Valeria  must decide whether to embrace her destiny or risk losing everything she loves. The balance of power—and the survival of the packs—rests in her hands, but with the full moon’s power looming, so does her heart. Will Valeria unlock the power within her to unite the packs and stop the looming danger ahead, or will darkness consume them all as enemies close in from all sides?

D'après le médecin, sans le nouveau traitement expérimental, il me restait seulement 72 heures à vivre. Mais la seule place pour ce traitement, Adrien Leroux l'a donnée à Éléna Lemoine. « Son insuffisance rénale est plus grave », a-t-il dit. J'ai hoché la tête, puis j'ai avalé les comprimés blancs qui allaient accélérer ma mort. Durant le temps qu'il me restait, j'ai fait beaucoup de choses. Au moment de signer, la main de l'avocat tremblait. « Vous voulez vraiment céder la totalité des actions ? Vingt milliards ? » J'ai répondu : « Oui. Donnez-les à Éléna. » Ma fille, Chloé, riait dans les bras d'Éléna : « Éléna m'a acheté une nouvelle robe ! » J'ai dit : « Elle te va bien. Il faudra bien l'écouter, d'accord ? » La galerie que j'avais fondée de mes propres mains porte désormais le nom d'Éléna. « Tu es magnifique, Camille », a-t-elle pleuré. J'ai dit : « Tu la géreras mieux que moi. » Même le fonds fiduciaire de mes parents, j'y ai renoncé. Et Adrien Leroux a enfin souri pour la première fois en toutes ces années. Un vrai sourire. « Camille, tu as changé. Tu n'es plus aussi agressive qu'avant. Tu es belle comme ça. » Oui. Moi, Camille, sur le point de mourir, je suis enfin devenue cette femme parfaite à leurs yeux - docile, généreuse, silencieuse. Le compte à rebours des 72 heures a commencé. Je me demande, à l'instant où mon cœur cessera de battre, qu'est-ce qu'ils retiendront de moi ? L'épouse exemplaire qui a enfin appris à lâcher prise, ou cette femme qui a choisi la mort comme ultime revanche ?