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Trigger Warning ⚠️ This book contains explicit sex scenes, taboo, and dark revenge arcs and gore. Please read with caution. Only for readers 18+. The Redborne Pack was the strongest in the world. Their monopoly on politics and global business was the driving force for rival packs, who sought to take them down at any cost. Liliana was born of a bond between a Luna and a Lycan, the most feared pair in existence. Matthias, the untouchable Lycan who forced other Alphas to submit to his authority, and Shaina, the Luna whose prowess could soothe even the pack's wildest berserkers, seemed to be the picture-perfect family. Until they weren't. Matthias was tempted by a rival’s beauty: Paloma, a dominant Omega groomed specifically to please the strongest Alpha, especially a Lycan. She was a spy, sent for the sole purpose of wrecking the perfect couple. It was the beginning of Redborne’s downfall and the catalyst for the tragic, brutal death of Liliana’s mother. Ten-year-old Liliana witnessed it all. For years, she suffered a life of torment and slavery at the hands of her own father and his new wife. Now, given a chance for revenge, she is back on her feet. Alone and independent, she is taking justice into her own hands, making everyone pay the price for her mother’s execution.

Overnight, an electronic notification sounded in the minds of all office workers. It was from a "Performance-Share System". The rules: employees who paired off could split their year-end bonuses 50/50. I was a junior associate at Summit Financial, one of the biggest wealth management firms in Manhattan. In my previous life, I agreed to pair with my manager, Jared, and the intern he brought in — Stephanie. By the time the project went into its crunch phase, they'd shoved every garbage task and every blown deadline onto me. I pulled all-nighters for months. My body was running on fumes. When the one promotion that could have saved me came up, they cut me out of the team without a second thought. In the end I was fired for "burnout and poor performance." I couldn't make my mortgage. I jumped. They took the work I'd done with me, walked out with million-dollar bonuses each, and flew off on vacation together. Then I opened my eyes again. I was back, on the exact day the pair-binding system went live. This time, I'm not just keeping every cent of what I earn. This time, I'm putting them in prison.

The Bloodmoon & Incubi Anthology is a compilation of seven short stories between these two packs. This collection may contain mild spoilers to books within these series. Chosen Mate: The love story of Stephen Walterson of Bloodmoon and Amelia Furlan of Madonie. Warrior's Redemption: The redemption love story of Clement (Austin) Shelton and Suzanne Walterson of Bloodmoon. Love After 40: The second chance love story of Hale Shelton of Bloodmoon and the human Erin Carlisle. The Hybrid's Rogue: The nonbinary love story of River Carlisle of Bloodmoon and Leo Hansley of Silvermane. The Hybrid's Vampire: The LGBTQ+ love story of Sage Carlisle of Bloodmoon and the vampire Auðr. Sicilian Holiday: A D'Amore family Christmas story. The Quiet Giant's Mate: The surprising love story of Ivan Furlan of Madonie and Regina Petridis of Incubi.

On the night I discovered my husband, Charles Lockheart's affair with the secretary, Whitney Keaton, both of them ended up dying in a fire. I was left with a pair of twins. Despite my family's objections, I decided to adopt the twins. For the next 18 years, I put in all of my resources, blood, sweat, and tears to raise them. Finally, they are accepted into Hallwood College, a globally prestigious college. But on the day the twins get into Hallwood College, Charles and Whitney, who are supposedly dead, make a shocking appearance before us. Whitney links arms with Charles, a wide smile on her face. "As expected of our biological sons! They really are amazing for getting accepted into Hallwood College! It's all thanks to you raising our sons that we got to spend so many years in our honeymoon phase!" Charles wears a victorious and smug look. He doesn't feel guilty in the slightest for faking his death. "Let's get a divorce, Brittany. Now is the best time for the twins to be reunited with Whitney and me." Everyone turns to look at me, waiting for me to have an emotional breakdown. But I remain cool and composed as I reply icily, "What a coincidence. I feel the same way."

I end up suffering from a miscarriage after getting attacked by a Rogue on the highway. At that moment, my mate, Jerry Shaw, happens to drive by me with his Omega assistant, Monica Reed. As soon as Jerry sees my white dress that's completely stained red, he covers Monica's eyes instantly, blocking her curious gaze. "Don't look. It's bad luck," he says coldly. The next second, the car speeds off. Jerry doesn't even glance in my direction. I collapse onto the ground and try to reach Jerry through our mind-link. Once, twice, ten times... By the 99th attempt, there's still no response. That's when it hits me—to him, neither I nor our pup matters. That evening, I find something under the bed. It's a pair of black lace panties studded with rhinestones. It's sexy, expensive, and clearly not mine. Expressionless, I toss it into a drawer like a useless scrap of trash. Then, I call Jimmy Norwood. My voice is calm and steady as I say, "I've made up my mind. Next week, I'm leaving the pack. I'll come to your territory and start the new job."

An orphan girl, Cali Ruth, who felt left out, unwanted and unloved. But what would happen when she would find out that she was actually not orphan? She decided to move on in her life after running away from her husband. But was it the end? Probably not. Because she crossed his path again. "...So, let me introduce infront of you all, my beautiful daughter and heiress, Callistaa Russells." announced Mr. Callix Russells, feeling proud and emotional as she was the reflection of his Celestaa, and he moved making everyone's eyes to fall on the beautiful lady behind him, including Cain's. And there she was, standing confidently introducing herself as Callistaa Russells. A beauty with a pair of heterochromic gunmetal and hazel eyes. But he knew that she was his wife, Cali Ruth, who had left him nine months ago just like that. Though she was showing indifference infront of him as if she was meeting him for the first time, he knew that she was his wife. And now, he would love to remind her that and will not let her go, ever again. **The cover photo of this novel doesn't belong to me. Taken from the internet.**

My mom gave birth to a pair of twins. While I lived with my grandma in the countryside since young, my younger sister, Katrina Coffey, got to live with our parents. I only got to live with my family after I got into a high school in the city. I thought I'd be able to experience what it feels like to be loved by my family. What I didn't know was that this would be the start of my nightmares. My family alienated me, treating me as though I were an outsider. My status was even lower than that of Katrina's dog. Later on, Katrina forcibly stuffed a piece of mango, which I was allergic to, into my mouth. Her excuse was that she wanted to help me get rid of my allergy. I tried to plead with my parents for help with great difficulty, but they merely glanced at me icily. "What's with the complaints? Are you saying that we can't have mangoes anymore because of you from now on?" "What allergy? All you have to do is eat more mangoes, and you'll be fine!" What they didn't know was that people actually die from severe allergies.

“Do not let her touch you ever again.” “Why not? She’s my…girlfriend. You’re just my sneaky link cellie.” The rage in Jordan’s eyes is volcanic and terrifying. He takes a step closer, voice dropping to a threat disguised as a promise. “Try me, Preppy… and I swear I’ll kiss you in front of every guard, every inmate, every pair of judging eyes in this hellhole. Then we'll see who you truly belong to.” Quincy Laurent—alias, richie rich—had the kind of life people envy. He's got a future paved in gold. One mistake shattered it all. Now he’s Blackbridge’s prettiest, trapped in the same cell with Blackbridge's most chaotic, Jordan Vex. Jordan is everything Quincy is not. inked, dangerous, magnetic, a walking storm with eyes that see right through the armor Quincy didn’t know he still had. They clash instantly. Quincy hates the chaos Jordan embodies… and hates even more how drawn he is to it. While the prison changes him, Jordan ruins him. And the desire he believes is a fantasy is tested when he finally learns who Jordan is.

So this is it'. I thought to myself. A thick scent of blood consumed my senses. A dull thud im my chest that was nearing its final beat. I look around at the mess I got myself into this time. Knowing it to be my last. Why wasn't I more appreciative of the life I was given. Its not like my life was hard or demeaning. I just didn't like the fact my destiny was pre determined before I was even born. And there it was a pair of sapphire eyes staring at me with hatred, deep burning hatred that you could feel in the depths of your gut, but something new was hidden behind the hatred was that remorse. Well for you to understand, I better start from the beginning. My name is Venus Lee DeLorentez, Venus for short. My mum named me after the goddess of love, sex, beauty and fertility. I know not the name i would have chosen for myself but she was a very spiritual lady, not only believing in our moon goddess who is the creator of all of our species and we cherish her as a God, who is in control of who we are destined to be mated to, our shifting into our wolve counterparts she is a patron a becon if you will to all the female werewolves especially our Lunas. My mum was into all mythological Gods and goddesses. Always telling me they all have a role in this world.

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “James, you need to move faster. While Claire still trusts you, turn all her client contacts into yours. That Julie girl seems promising. She’s much easier to control than that iron-fisted career wife of yours.” I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the pair of shameless lovers in the study and the wretched woman on the phone, and immediately drafted a divorce agreement. At the same time, I forwarded asset-protection filings for all my holdings to my legal team. “I’ll see you all in court, parasites.”