Already Mated Caleb And Sophia

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months. “Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.” He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power. What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted. From the outside, I had everything a woman could want: a guarded penthouse, a driver on call, designer clothes, and the last name of one of the most feared men in the city. But almost none of it was mine. The cards were monitored. Cash had to be approved. Staff took Viviana Costa’s orders before they ever listened to me. Even the wardrobe budget, my schedule, and access to the family office all ran through her hands. Adriano called it convenience. Three days ago, I was rushed into a private clinic, blood soaking through my dress, while a doctor told me there was still a chance to save the baby if the emergency deposit was paid immediately. I called Adriano until my hands shook. Viviana stalled the transfer. First there was no direct authorization. Then the amount was too large. Then Adriano was in a meeting and could not be disturbed over something that might not be serious. By the time the money came through, it was too late. The baby was gone. I had stayed with Adriano for two reasons: I loved him, and I believed that when it truly mattered, he would choose me. I was wrong about both. Our child died first. My marriage died with it.

The day of our Mating Ceremony finally arrived. As the Elder stood before the pack, his voice booming as he announced the exchange of our soul-binding rings, Julian—the man standing across from me—suddenly spoke. "Actually," he said, his voice cutting through the sacred silence. "I’ve been fucking Chloe." I froze. He didn't even blink as he watched the color drain from my face. "While you were busy trying on your ceremonial gown, we were in the dressing room right next to yours," he continued, his tone chillingly conversational. "She couldn't help but scream when she climaxed. You actually thought she was falling ill; you spent ten minutes checking on her through the door, worried sick." "Later, while she stood by your side helping you pick out jewelry, her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand." In that instant, I felt the blood turn to ice in my veins. Stiffly, I turned my head toward the woman standing in the front row, wearing a radiant smile. Chloe. She was waving her bouquet, cheering my name at the top of her lungs. Just an hour ago, she had been brushing tears from her eyes as she straightened the train of my dress, squeezing my hands and telling me I deserved all the happiness in the world. "Even just now, while you were preparing for the ritual, she was riding me," Julian added, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. "She got so worked up her claws shredded the skin on my back." He looked down at the silver band in his hand—the ring he had yet to slide onto my finger—with total indifference. "I’m laying it all out there, Elara," he said. "Whether you still want the title of Luna is entirely up to you."

Tasha Almirante’s university life is normal. She’s staying in the “safe boundary”, trying to get through college without getting into the nerves of the University’s queens and jocks. Not until the transferee student, Rendall Endrano, showed too much interest on her. Given Rendall’s reputation, whom other girls labeled as the hot transferee, Tasha knew one wrong move can make her life a living hell. But no matter how hard she resists, she keeps on feeling the unwanted heat when he’s around. Innocent and unworldly, Tasha found herself wanting him. Being with Rendall and indulging into his game of love affair, series of secrets will begin to unravel, even about Tasha’s life’s history and Rendall’s identity.

Having a human mate was not something he planned for but having a human mate beats having no mate at all. What is Alpha Hunter supposed to do when after wrapping his mind around the fact that his mate is a mere human he discovers bigger secrets?. His mate was still a minor who was a month away from her eighteenth birthday and she has been maltreated for so long by her father that she has a hard time getting close to any human especially men.

"Careful," the man whispered that sent shiver down her spine. He is positioned behind her and no matter how hard she uses her strength and try to break free from his grasp-- the man's hand were chained to her neck stopping her to move away from him. "I can feel nothing but the desire to kill me," he muttered. "You are not going to succeed." Her heart hammered inside her chest when she felt a pair of sharp fangs in her neck. "You crossed the line and now you are mine, woman." ~*~ An order to kill a man named Valerian Fenrir was pointed upon the she-wolf Natasha by her father alpha Acanthus ever since she was little. When it is finally the time for her to go to the city to fulfill the wishes of her father— she thought it was going to be easy, little did she know, a couple of surprises awaits her.

She was a healer but wanted to be a warrior like her father. She lost her father when she was a kid. She grew up hating the Blood moon pack and the Alpha, Troy. She was forced to be mated with her father's killer's son, Troy King. She had to agree with it to save her mother and pack' members. She hated her forced mate. She wanted to kill her Alpha, Max, for forcing her into the situation. She was waiting for the day, she would meet her mate. Before it could happen, she was forced into the wedding. She wanted to kill him, her forced mate.....

Rejected by her mate and boyfriend on her prom night, Lyric Ashton vowed to never have a mate or be involved with the werewolf shenanigans. However, destiny had a different plan for her. Not only was she mated against her will; she was mated to no one else but her Professor. A forbidden romance, yet even the strictest rules are no match for what fate has in stall for Lyric's romantic journey… Wait. There's more, because this little, cursed, rejected werewolf holds something more than anyone can stand, not even her powerful ex-boyfriend stands a chance against her.

Ashton screwed up with Evie, he knew he shouldn't have slept with other girls when he found his mate. He is now the new Alpha of his pack, but not complete without he mate. Evie has no intention what so ever to forgive him for what he did. He hurt her too much, and not being a wolf, she could try and forget about him and move on. But he didn't give her much of a choice. He followed her back to San Diego, from Lupus Harbour and marked her. Now she pretty much has two choices, try to find a way out of it with the help of her friends and probably die, or accept Ashton as her mate.

Synopsis As the daughter of an Omega, her rank was much lower than those of the servants. But that did not deter Malia Andrew Tate from hoping for a destined mate. It comes as a joke however, When the ruthless Alpha who takes Siege over her pack is her destined mate. She wants anything but that. Alpha Agnar Caine was a nightmare to many. The few that had actually seen the man did not live to narrate the tale. He journeyed with his warriors, and he had conquered several werewolf packs by far. The last thing he wanted was a mate, especially not a weak Omega like Malia. But she was powerful. Unlike what she herself believed, unlike what they all believed. But her power and her destiny are tied to the very man she is set on rejecting. On hating. The mysteries of the moon goddess have always been against the creatures that fight the bond between them. Will the passion they share between the sheets fan up to beautiful flames of love?

I was the Omega girl no one wanted. I was abandoned as a baby and even my mate rejected me in front of my entire pack, leaving me hurt and humiliated. Then came the Peace Summit that only happens once every 70 years and I found out that the moon goddess gave me a second chance. Only, it's not one mate, but two. Valen Aibek, the sly King of the North, and Darian Callisto, the ruthless King of the South. They have been rivals for a decade but suddenly, they have one thing in common: me. They both claim I’m theirs. If I choose Valen, the South considers me a traitor. If I stay with Darian, the North invades. The two most powerful men want me and I’m the only thing standing between them and a world war.