An Offer From A Gentleman

Ayla Bailore has never had it easy in her life. From being orphaned at a young age to being mistreated as the wolfless runt of her pack. Her only resolve is the hope of finding her mate. The man destined by the goddess to love and protect her. Ayla's last hope is shattered when she discovers her mate is no other than Alpha Garrick of the Red River Pack. And he is the opposite of the mate she envisioned. He derives pleasure in causing her pain. He hates her but still wouldn't reject her. Faced with a dreadful situation, Ayla has no other choice but to escape the Red River Pack with her sister, to save their lives. Unfortunately that one bold decision started to seem like a mistake when they stumbled upon the ruthless Iron Claw Pack conspiring to assassinate the King during his Luna Queen's selection contest. And now this information would cost them their lives. To save her life and the life of her sister, Ayla’s given a choice. To surrender their lives to the hands of death, or a choice to join the upcoming Queen selection contest as a member of the Iron Claw Pack, charm her way into the King’s heart, warm his bed if she has to, or make him fall headlessly in love with her, and when the time comes, successfully completes her mission, assassinating the King. Ayla has no choice but to accept and joins the battle for the Luna crown to complete her mission and eliminate the King. But what happens when she meets the Alpha King and he's not what she was expecting. And what's worse, he knows her secret, one that should get her killed. She's stepped into the Wolf's den, and now there's no way out.

"I, Muriel Oliver, reject you, Alpha Lucian Logan as my mate!" *** Muriel, an Omega-ranked wolf has never wished for anything else than to find her mate on her eighteenth birthday and leave her Pack. But when she discovered her mate was no other than her Pack Alpha, her childhood enemy, she rejected him. However, the Moon Goddess has something more surprising for her. Her fate is not just bound with Lucian, but a demon whom she must help save his kingdom.

At Juvenile Academy, everyone knows Miguel Ashford—the Alpha’s son, born to rule with looks sharp enough to cut and a temper that keeps the campus in line, no one dares to defy him. No one… except the quiet transfer student with grey eyes and undetectable scent. Cauis. The supposed Beta. Miguel hates how he doesn’t flinch before him, hates how those unreadable eyes meet his without fear and when a petty act of revenge backfires— a poison meant for Cauis ending up in Miguel’s own drink. Everything spirals. Now Miguel’s body burns in constant heat, his control slipping more each day. No one’s scent can soothe it. No one… except Cauis who suprisenly had a scent that could calm an Alpha. But what kind of Beta can make an Alpha tremble? Was he really a beta? Or something much more than an Alpha?

Elara Hart resides in a gilded prison. She agreed to marry Adrian Kingsley, a man who sees emotions as a liability and his wife as a required transaction in order to save her dying father. In the hopes that her patience would eventually break the billionaire's heart, Elara puts up with the chilly quiet of their London house for a year. However, Elara's hope is dashed when she learns two things on the same day: that she is carrying the Kingsley heir at last, and that Adrian has already completed the legal paperwork to dump her as soon as the kid is born. She is a throwaway container for him and a minor inconvenience for his mother. Elara does the unthinkable as she realizes she is imprisoned in a home that just wants her womb. She vanishes without a trace. Dr. Elara Hart is now a much more confident woman than the shy young lady who asked for an appointment seven years ago. She is a well-known doctor and a fiercely protective mother to Lucas, who has Adrian's steel-gray eyes. The balance of power has changed when Adrian returns to her life through a chance meeting. Too late, Adrian understands that love can not be controlled, but Elara is no longer available. He must realize that in this struggle of wills, some hearts can not be won back once they have been broken.

Read to find out how a wolf had joined a wolf hunting team because his wolf was cursed by a witch.... Only a female wolf could break this curse...

Love is the most complicated thing in the world, that's why nahihirapan akong pumili kung ang mission ko ba o ang taong mahal ko.I'm a journalist and his my mission.And my mission is to be his wife, to be a wife of an idol.

"I gave him a crown. He gave me a prison cell." Isabella was the ghostwriter of the Rossi dynasty. She was the brain, the backbone, and the secret weapon. She sacrificed her name, her pride, and her light to make Antonio Rossi a God among men. Her reward? A public arrest. A framed conviction. And a daughter who was brainwashed into calling her a monster. While Isabella rotted in a maximum-security cell, Antonio was busy planning the 'Wedding of the Century' with the woman who helped him destroy her. They took her freedom, her child, and her dignity. But they made one fatal mistake: They let her live. Five years come and pass in a blur nobody expects.Isabella isn't the soft, sacrificial wife anymore. She is a woman with a heart of ice and a bank account that rivals the devil’s. Antonio thinks he’s at the peak of his power. He doesn't realize that the woman he discarded is back and she’s not looking for an apology. She’s looking for blood.

Layla could not contain her excitement as she turned eighteen. Despite being a maid in the courthouse and a victim of cruelty, she hoped in excitement to find her mate on her eighteenth birthday, as she had been praying to the moon goddess for years. Layla's prayers get answered and she bumped into her mate Derrick, an alpha of the Greenhills pack. She was joyous, only to find a look of resentment on his face as he tried to walk away from her. "Alpha Derrick, you felt it too, I know you did, the bond between us," were the words she said to him with expectant eyes, stopping him and ignoring how he glared at her with disdain and utmost hatred. He insults her and talks down on her but eventually agrees to take her with him. She becomes his maid. Layla finds out that Derrick has a girlfriend named Freya who resents her, and she gets hurt anew each time she sees them together. Layla has no chance with Derrick, as he is still very mean to her and doesn't treat her better than a maid. Layla finds out that Freya is not only cheating on Derrick with Liam (his Beta) but is also planning to kill him. Layla is in shock as she discovers this dreadful secret and hurries to tell Derrick about it. Derrick resents her even more and accuses her of slander. He commands that she be locked up, beaten, and sent to the evil forest. She had found her mate, but at what cost? Was her mate eventually going to accept her and love her? Or was she a mere maid who didn't deserve to be with an alpha like him? Will she survive the tragedies and come out alive?

“I wanted you since the first time I saw you in that lingerie,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It’s been making me go crazy.” I should’ve been thinking clearly, figuring out if he suspected me. But I wasn’t. I was too busy pulling down his pajama pants, needing to feel more of him. He stood up just for a second to take them off, and then he was fully naked. He looked even hotter than I imagined—muscular but not bulky, with a line of dark hair going down to his hard length. He grabbed my panties and pulled them down my legs. Then he got on top of me again, his warm skin touching mine. He kissed me hard as he got between my legs.

It had been six years since Vincent Castellano was declared dead in that “car crash”, and I was still alone. My friends kept nagging me to move on. Even in my dreams, Vincent was there, begging me to stop living in the past. So I finally caved and agreed to a blind date with Leo Christopher, the guy who’d been chasing me for years. I’d decided I’d make a clean break with Vincent once and for all on the Day of the Dead. But the second I stepped out of the cemetery, a billboard for a luxury brownstone in Brooklyn Heights caught my eye. It was the exact place Vincent had been obsessed with back when I thought he was alive. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was heading straight for it. What I saw that day is seared into my brain for the rest of my life. There, on the bench outside the house, sat Vincent. The man was laid to rest in the Castellano family crypt. And he had his arm around another woman. That woman? Mia Rossi. The card dealer he’d been screwing behind my back six years prior. The same one I’d caught him red-handed with, the one I’d made him fire from the family casino.