Beetee Hunger Games

In a world where omegas are nothing but slaves, Lyra has accepted her fate—unwanted, unseen, and powerless. Rejected by every suitor, she resigns herself to a life of servitude, never knowing that the most ruthless Alpha in existence has already claimed her in secret. Alpha Kieran Darkmoor is feared by all, his name whispered in terror. Cold, merciless, and untouchable, he rules his pack with an iron fist. But the moment he sees Lyra, something primal awakens inside him. She is his mate. His obsession. His weakness. Yet, instead of claiming her, he plays a cruel game. No wolf dares to touch what belongs to him, yet Lyra remains unaware of his shadow controlling her life. He watches as she suffers, as she believes she is unworthy of love, all while his hunger for her grows unbearable. But when another wolf dares to lay claim to her, Kieran’s control shatters. The monster inside him rises, ready to mark, claim, and break the little omega who thinks no one wants her. She was born a slave. She will become his Luna. Whether she wants it or not.

Camille Crowe is used to being desired, admired, and obeyed. But the one man who should satisfy her leaves her empty, and when his betrayal comes to light, Camille is done pretending. She wants honesty. She wants control. Most of all, she wants to feel something again. Mr. Ashford is not impressed by her beauty, her status, or her confidence. He is cold, dominant, and completely uninterested in pleasing anyone. From the moment they met, he shuts her down…and in doing so, awakens a hunger Camille didn’t know existed. The fact that he refuses to want her makes her want him more. Their attraction is sharp, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. Every encounter is filled with restraint stretched thin, with looks that linger too long and words that cut deeper than touch. Camille tells herself she is in control, but Mr. Ashford has a way of stripping that illusion away without ever laying a hand on her. When circumstances force them into close proximity, desire turns reckless. One moment of weakness becomes a night neither of them can take back. Lines blur. And what should never happen begins to feel inevitable.

Eidolon Avenue: Where the secretly guilty go to die. One building. Five floors. Five doors per floor. Twenty-five nightmares feeding the hunger lurking between the bricks and waiting beneath the boards. The sequel to Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast (“a great read...powerful and jarring” - Cemetery Dance) returns to the voracious Eidolon as it savors The Second Feast. A narcoleptic man in apartment 2A battles a vengeful past determined to rob him of everything as he runs from the barbaric disaster of a delusional love. A woman in 2B, reinventing herself to please a callous boyfriend, discovers the horrors that wait in the shadows of her self-renovation. The man in 2C, a teacher at the nearby Catholic girl’s school, collapses beneath the brutal consequences of his lecherous desires. An older woman in 2D, after decades dedicated to the church, is cornered at last by the grisly carnage beating at the hollow center of her faith. And a college student in 2E, hungry to escape an ignored life of invisible anonymity, finds herself captured between the pages of a ravenous book. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every drop of spilled blood, every silent, complicit moment of cowardice is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Nyra Moonchild is wolfless, outcast, and treated like the pack’s mistake in Vandwood. She’s learnt to survive bruises, whispers, and hunger, because mercy is for the strong, and Nyra has never been allowed to be strong. Then fate binds her to Kieran Whitewolf, the future Alpha. For four years, he’s loved her in secret, stolen moments, whispered promises, “Soon.” Soon he’ll claim her. Soon he’ll protect her. But in daylight, Kieran becomes what the pack demands: cold, controlled, untouchable… and Nyra becomes the shame he refuses to stand beside. When the pack pushes another woman toward his side, Nyra finally understands the truth: power won’t make him brave. So she walks away. And one broken night, she strays deep into the woods, rogue territory where pack law doesn’t matter and predators don’t ask permission. That’s where Ronan finds her. A dangerous Alpha with storm in his eyes and a claim he isn’t afraid to make. Now Nyra is caught between the Alpha who won’t choose her publicly… and the Alpha who might burn everything to keep her.

A sacrificial mate. An exiled predator. A bond forged in silver and secrets. Brooke Lawson is the "useless" daughter of the Lawson Pack—a silent survivor in a den of monsters. When her father strikes a desperate deal to save their borders, Brooke is the currency. She is forced into a sacred, irreversible mating bond with the man the world calls a failure: Logan Pierce. Stripped of his title and branded a rogue, Logan is a man of shadows and scars. He is the beast whispered about in ghost stories—cold, volatile, and dangerously powerful. To the Lawson family, he’s a disgrace. To Brooke, he’s a mystery she was never meant to solve. But the "loser" she was forced to marry is a lie. Behind the closed doors of their neutral-ground apartment, the submissive scout vanishes. In his place stands a man with the gaze of a king and the hunger of a wolf who has finally found his prize. Logan isn't just a rogue; he is the secret Sovereign of the lawless territories, and Brooke is the only weakness he’s ever allowed himself to have. As the Lawson Pack prepares to humiliate them at the Great Lunar Gala, they have no idea that the man they mocked owns the very ground they walk on. Brooke was sold to a monster, but she’s about to realize that the most dangerous thing about Logan Pierce isn't his claws—it’s the way he looks at her like she’s his entire world.

(Reverse Harem) I was an outcast. A reject of nature. The one thing no wolf ever wanted to be. All because of the color of my coat. I was a black wolf. An Omega. A bad omen everywhere I went. For years I had kept it secret. Kept it hidden. Until I couldn’t anymore. I was shunned for it. Forced to work as a slave in the pack I lived. Kamari Enoch, former daughter of an Alpha and Luna. Former golden child. How far I had fallen all because some old wolves thought my kind was a blight on this earth. Then the day came when I found my mate. An Alpha. The best thing I had thought would happen to me. My ticket out of this horrible life. But I was sorely mistaken. Arik Knox wanted nothing to do with me. Rejected me in front of the entire pack. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. But my assassin cloaked in shadows would step in soon enough. Break all of them into pieces. Shatter the world around me. For he was just as much of an outcast as I was. Just as broken. But the difference between us? He would burn the entire world down just to see me succeed. That’s what made Zayan Sterling so powerful. His hunger for revenge. And his need to satisfy me.

On her wedding day, Alpha Princess Leah lost everything. Her groom was killed at the altar. Her father was dragged in chains. And she was thrown at the mercy of the man who hated her bloodline more than anyone. King Ares. He should have killed her. Instead, he claimed her. She was the mate he didn't want but couldn’t resist. Not as his queen. Not as his Luna. But as his breeder. “I’ll make you mine until there’s nothing left of you, Princess. You’ll give me heirs until I’m done, and then, I’ll kill you.” Leah swore she would never bow to him. She would escape with her tortured father, free her people, and watch Ares bleed for what he’s done. But the longer she spends in his grasp, the more the bond between them twists into something far more dangerous. Hate. Obsession. Desire. He wants vengeance. She wants freedom. But between hunger and hatred, one of them will break. And when the Alpha King who swore to ruin her becomes the only man she can’t resist— And the daughter of his greatest enemy becomes the only woman who plagues his mind— A war of bodies and hearts begins. Ruin me, Alpha… or I’ll ruin you.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger he’d clearly been holding back for years, tongue sliding deep, slow, possessive. Large hands mapped her body like he’d memorized it from stolen glances—cupping her breasts through her thin top, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached and peaked. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he rasped against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Every time you walked through that door in those little sundresses…” He backed her against the wall, one thigh pressing firmly between hers so she could grind down on the hard ridge of him. Melanie whimpered, already soaked, hips rolling shamelessly. Marcus groaned approval, fingers slipping beneath her skirt to find her drenched panties. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, stroking her clit through the lace in slow, deliberate circles. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes—God, yes,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. ********** She knew it was wrong, craving her best friend’s father, but it was a sin she was willing to indulge in... damn the consequences, even if that includes a heartbreak.

Korra has only ever known two things: hunger and fear. Since the death of her mother, her life has been a prison built from her father’s fists and his debts. But the night her father tries to sell her to pay what he owes, something inside her shatters. Instead of surrendering, she runs, but rather than into safety, she runs straight into the jaws of danger. Hunted by rogue men, she crosses an unseen border, and her fate changes forever. The Moonhowl patrol finds her; to them, she is a rogue. To their Alpha, Rhyker, she is nothing but a threat. Yet when Kael, Rhyker’s son and heir, locks eyes with her, the bond snaps into place with a force neither of them can deny. Torn between rejection and survival, she faces a cruel choice: bow to the fate Rhyker forces upon her… or rise from the ashes of her past and seize the bond that could be her only chance at freedom. ************* “But it was,” the figure said. “Before your mother ran, before the order went wrong, and against all odds, you survived.” Korra’s breath caught. “You know my mother.” “Everyone knew your mother.” The figure stepped closer. “She was supposed to die alone. Quietly and not leave a child behind.”

A dragging thirst and hunger for power, a desirous depraved woman, the one and only rightful heir to the throne and ruler for the people, scoundrels of vicious leaders, one crown. Who would be victorious? Fiora was only ten years old when everything was taken from her-her sovereignty, her family, her right to live. The all high and mighty Queen Helen, craftily worked her way into the life of his majesty, King Bard, alongside her twelve year old son. Months later, an unfortunate tragedy struck and claimed the life of the king, making Helen the ruler of the Central City. Her first decree as the queen commanded the banishment of poor Fiora, declaring it to be a punishment for murdering her own father, the late king Bard. The good doings of her late father attracted an uncommon favour as she finds herself in the domain of some good companions who risked their lives daily to inhabit her. Years later, she discovers there was more to her life than hiding in the corners, running from her true responsibilities. For the sake of her survival, along with everyone around her, she must find a way to break free of the invisible chains that encaged her from her true potentials.