Bear Skin Flashing

An extreme marriage proposal! Princess Tamara woke up from a deep sleep to discover she was the only omega left alive. Four beautiful young men, dubbed "the alpha gods," declared that she must bear their heirs.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL A RANDOM OMEGA?!" Jacob shouted. Sydney looked at him in disbelief and cried. She got her coat and ran out. "DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!" she shouted "You know you and Jacob are really cowards," Nia said to Kevin "What does that have to do with anything?" Kevin asked and looked at her, getting angry. "YOU BOTH TREAT US LIKE WE ARE THE CALL GIRLS THAT YOU HAVE SEX WITH AND WE AREN'T!" Nia shouted and slammed the door in his face and wiped her tears. "I'm Done" The girls texted the alpha.

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

In a land where the Luna's worth is measured in her ability to bear children, Amby is an anomaly - a barren Luna, whose only value lies in her position, not her fertility. In a desperate bid to secure her position and save her marriage, she decides to hire a breeder - a woman to bear children for her husband, the Alpha. But this arrangement comes at a cost. As the new breeder, May, begins to settle in, Amby's worst fears are realized. May is not only beautiful and charming, but she has other motives in mind. She has her sights set on Amby's Luna position, and is determined to win over Jake, Amby's husband. Will Amby's love be enough to keep Jake by her side? Or will May's devious plots and schemes destroy everything she has worked so hard to build?

He leans his face close to mine, so close that I could feel his breath licks the skin of my face while his fingers wrapped around my chin. My skin tingles at the point of contact. Sparks of electricity traveled from his skin to mine, igniting a kind of hunger I've never felt before. I hold my breath. Unable to move or think, other than let him sucked me deep in his hypnotizing stormy orbs. “One of these days your stupid dreams will get you killed.” I heard him say. And then he's gone and so was the bubble of that brief magical moment. Funny, he is one of those stupid dreams. ••• Meet Victoria Lyn de Cordova a.k.a Sarah Brewer a 24-year-old, hopeless romantic runaway princess from a small hidden Kingdom of Terra. Fueled with fear of marrying a man who was rumored to be an a merciless assassin, she runs away from the place she called home. Meet Alaric Mendez a Hispanic rogue assassin that has only one mission and that was getting his revenge from an unknown enemy that killed his family. A runaway Princess and a broken anger-driven Assassin in a story of love, hope, and healing. Will their newfound love would be enough to heal the wounds from the past or will they let the past hunt them down to wound them apart?

Sebastian Rae, 27 years old, is the CEO of Royals Publishing. He has been married to his high school crush and got a daughter and she moved away leaving her child behind with Sebastian. Jasmine Lee, 24 years old, was looking for a job but didn't until Sebastian sent out a flier for a job. He wanted a personal assistant and she applied for the job. "Well you are hired...only if you can do me this favor?" he said "What favor is that?" she asked "I need you to get rid of those hideous clothes," he said and came up to her and whispered "if you believe you can manage this job, I need you to...." he said and ran his fingers up her thighs. As he pops open the first three buttons "Can you live dangerous Jasmine?" he asked She shivered "You can only get this job if you are willing to live dangerously~" She then gave him a timid nod. As he made his hands seductively toward her timid red lips. He brushed his fingers over them. "You are mine and I will teach you how to live dangerously Mi Amor"

Roselyn had known that her mate Alpha Jackson had never loved her for the last three years they’ve been married, his reason was she wasn’t a high ranked werewolf, she was just a petite orphan without a wolf and the only reason he had gotten married to her was for her to bear children for him but now Roselyn is unable to bear children. She endures all his insults in a loveless marriage, in hope that after giving her mate a child, he’ll love her but Alpha Jackson doesn’t think so. On Roselyn's birthday, he hands her a divorce, rejects her and throws her out of his house and life. Four years later, Roselyn is back but as a rich Alpha and the mother of two adorable boys her Ex husband regrets and wants her back but now she’s too expensive for him.

Two hearts united as one; fusion. "Do you Audrey Dexter, take Ace Zimmer to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in wealth and in penury, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” “I do." She responded amidst smiles. "Do you Ace Zimmer, take Audrey Dexter to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in wealth and in penury, in sickness and in health, till...” “I do.” He rudely interrupted the priest before flashing an apologetic, unapologetic smile. He was not-so-subtly trying to skip to the end as soon as possible. “I pronounce you man and wife.” The priest smiled, mirroring Audrey’s. “You may...” “We’d rather not do that.” He cut him short once more as he whispered. Audrey’s smile faltered for a split second at his comment. It was then it began to dawn on her that she’d carelessly hopped into a dangerous marriage with the billionaire boss.

In the second year of our marriage, which Brett Mason had secured through relentless means, he brought home his latest conquest—a stunning blonde. As the door swung shut, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, flashing me a smug, triumphant grin. "Wanna join us? You might learn a thing or two about not being such a dead fish." I could still recall how he once adored my hair, claiming that just stroking it would melt away his deepest worries. It turned out any woman could serve that purpose. In that instant, a profound sense of release washed over me. I retrieved the divorce agreement I'd stashed away in a drawer and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll make room for her." My days were numbered, and I had no intention of wasting what little time remained entangled in his resentment.