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“Little dragon, you smell so good! Your blood is the best thing I've ever tasted! It calls to me like a siren’s song.” Ezra said before running his tongue along the Omega’s neck. The Omega’s back arched, and he gripped Ezra tighter while sucking a breath in. “You don't know how badly I want more of you—your blood, your cries of pleasure, your all!” Ezra said, and the Omega whimpered as he pulled the king closer. ~ Werewolves, Vampires, Dragons, Kings, and mates in an Omegaverse world. In a small part of Michigan it’s a world filled with love and understanding, equality; a safe haven. A world where mates are loved and cherished, no matter their rank or species. But in this world of love, there is also darkness, extreme darkness, for not everyone is good. True evil exists outside these packs. It's hell on Earth for those unfortunate souls caught in their world. Two kings were born from the same parents but destined to rule different species. The Alpha King and the Vampire King's bloodlines run through the two brothers. Grayson, a werewolf-vampire hybrid, is the next-in-line Alpha King, and his brother Ezra, a full-blooded Vampire, is the next Vampire King. Both Kings seem to be fighting an endless battle of corruption among their kind. Together, they fight to find someone who is like family to them: Nadja, the ancient vampire Elder who was taken ten years ago. As they search for Nadja, they find so much more. Love, broken souls, an enemy bigger than they imagined, and a power within themselves greater than any King before are all at work as the two kings search for the lost elder.

It only took a moment to burn everything down. For five years, Isla Merrick played the part—soft-spoken wife, graceful hostess, quiet shadow to Callum Braxton’s powerful presence. She became what the world expected: dutiful, polished, harmless. Then came his cold declaration: “Let’s get divorced.” No emotion. No explanation. Just a clean cut—like a business deal. But Callum never knew she had been waiting for that moment. Planning for it. Beneath the composed surface, Isla had been sharpening the edges he once dulled. Because Isla Merrick had a past—and it wasn’t the scandal the tabloids spun. It was deeper. Sharper. Before she was Mrs. Braxton, she trained at Summerdell—an elite, off-the-record martial arts academy. Whispers of crime and prison blurred the truth, but Isla stayed silent. She had bigger plans. Three years later, she returns—not to reconcile, but to reintroduce herself. Isla Merrick now runs a luxury fashion empire, famous for turning scandal into power. And when she steps into the country’s most elite gala, draped in elegance and authority, Callum barely recognizes her. But she recognizes him. Before he can speak, a figure joins her—Dorian Kane. Ruthless investor. Public obsession. His hand rests on Isla’s waist like it belongs there. “Just so we’re clear, Braxton,” Dorian says coolly. “She’s not yours. Not anymore.” For Callum, it’s the beginning of a reckoning. For Isla, it’s the first breath of freedom. She isn’t the woman who once begged to be loved. She’s the woman who knows she never needed to be. And this time, she’s not just rewriting the story—she’s owning the ending.

Everyone knew that the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack loved his mate more than anything. I once thought I would be the luckiest Luna in the world. That was until six months ago, when my father’s illegitimate daughter, Ivy, returned from rogue territory. Caleb recognized her as the she-wolf who had taken a lethal blow to save him during a rogue ambush years ago. Everything changed after that. During every date, Ivy would have a "relapse" right on cue. Caleb would always offer a strained explanation about how he owed her his life. I endured it countless times, lying to myself that it was just a debt of gratitude. But at our mating ceremony, Ivy collapsed, knocking over the champagne tower. "Caleb... it hurts... my heart..." The usually composed Caleb panicked and stopped the ceremony. He looked at me with guilt. "Evelyn, Ivy’s wolf was severely injured saving me. She’s still so fragile. It’s an emergency. You’ve always been understanding—can you just let this go for now?" "Go ahead," I said calmly. "Take her to the Healer." Caleb froze, then promised hurriedly, "Once she's stable, I’ll make it up to you with an even bigger ceremony." He didn't even wait for my reply before rushing off with Ivy in his arms. I watched him leave and dialed a number I hadn't touched in years. "Alpha King Silas, I accept the five-year classified Silver Poisoning research project." When I finally disappeared, Caleb regretted everything, searching the entire world for a trace of me.

In a world where only he-wolves were allowed to be Alphas, Seleste Rivas, the only daughter of the Alpha of the Lighttail Banes Pack, couldn't sit still. She knew she had what it took to be a powerful Alpha and would do anything to achieve her goal, including disguising herself as a he-wolf and sneaking into The Ravenwood Academy, where all the next Alpha-in-lines needed to be trained before settling into their roles. But nothing went according to her plans. On her first day, she caught the scents of her mates, the twin brothers of one of the strongest packs, the Wintercrown Shadows Pack. As Seleste navigated the treacherous world of dominance battles, academic rivalries, and the ever-present danger of exposure, especially when she found out her dorm mate was also her mate, she found herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. She had come for a task, a goal, one she knew she couldn't deviate from. But their matebonds drew her closer, their touches sent her skin ablaze. Every heartbeat risked betrayal, every glance was a gamble. Every slip of her mask could shatter not only her dream, but also her life and those she held dear. And the worst part? She even had a bigger secret than being a she-wolf in a place full of he-wolves. When she uncovered conspiracies within the Ravenwood Academy, would her mates shun her? Or helped her? Would she show her true power and self to save everyone else? In a world where power was everything, Seleste must choose whether to follow tradition or carve a new path for every other she-wolf, even if it meant tearing down the very walls built to keep her kind out, even if it meant sacrificing herself for it. Coverart by @Rainygraphic

Dahlia's father’s empire crumbled overnight, leaving debts that could send him to jail. Desperate to save him, she turns to the one person who could help: the cold, enigmatic CEO she’s bound to by a promise of marriage between the two families. What should have been a simple arrangement turns complicated when she falls in love with him. But just as they say, three is a crowd, especially in a marriage. A woman who her husband swears is just like a sister brings only misunderstandings and pain between them. He chooses her over and over and never takes her side. For three years, she gives him her heart, silently believing he will eventually love her back. But when he betrays her and takes away the one thing that she can't forgive him for, she decides it's time they got divorced. But once she disappears, Silas realizes what he has lost, and he is desperate to do whatever it takes to win her back. But the Dahlia he knew is gone. Her once soft and loving heart, shattered by lies and betrayal, hardened into stone, forging a new, powerful, and strong woman never to suffer at the hands of anyone ever again. When Silas finally meets her, he falls to his knees, desperate and begging for her forgiveness, but she looks down at him with cold eyes. A chilling smile spreads on her lips as she says, “Even if you’re on your knees… You don’t deserve my love.” But he is not one to give up, as he holds onto her with determined eyes, “I may not deserve it. But I'll do whatever it takes to earn even a fraction of your affection once again. Please forgive me.”

Blurb When I was fifteen years old I fell in love, he was a walking wet dream and for a teenage girl that was only learning to control her hormones, he was Death. I grew up in a religious household, my grandfather was a catholic pastor and so we were raised on a biblical perspective but somehow I always galloped more to worldly things. I was taught no cussing, no deception, and certainly no fucking a hot boy you just met two weeks ago, but- I loved him. I wanted to love him in all the ways I could, and I think he too loved me because he always promised forever. Somehow forever lasted short, I ended up in the wrong hands, terrible hands. I saw some bad things and did worse, my perception of life was ruined long ago now I have nothing, nothing but scars and demons. I had long forgotten about him, but years later, he crashes into my life, and he's married. His wife, making me an unwelcome proposal, and him, making me feel like the indistinguishable stupid girl I was seven years ago. However I'm no longer her, and he isn't the same eighteen-year-old I lied to, he breathes power and seduction that can be seen from miles away. All I want is to get my life in order but with my past feelings and demons resurfacing, I know one thing for sure, I am screwed. We both are. Caelum thinks he is the only fiend in my story, yet there's a far bigger demon lurking in the dark, and no matter the times he goes hunting, he won't find it, the demon hides in the most open places and the longer Caelum searches, the more broken he will be when he encounters it.

It all began in London when 4-year-old Claire witnessed a bigger boy getting bullied, "Hey! Let him go or I'll break your legs and give them to Mr Boo!" "Everyone, it's Claire!" One of the boys shouted and they all ran away from her. She had a standing reputation for beating up youngsters, and she was so popular among them. Claire went to the bullied boy, and instead of helping him up, she shook her head at him, "Such a crybaby. My Mr Boo is stronger than you.'' She flaunted her little teddy bear, which she called Mr Boo, in the boy's face and scoffed at him. ''Thank you." The boy appreciated. "It's okay." The boy stood up from the floor and dusted his tux pants, "What's your name?" Claire must return to find her father, so, there was no time to reply to him. She subconsciously dropped Mr Boo as she left. The boy picked up the bear from the floor, and on the teddy, he saw a raised index finger and a raised middle finger, forming a V shape. "Her name must start with a V. Veronica? Victory? Or probably Violent?" He kept on guessing what her name could be with a smile on his face. .... That marked the first time Claire met her anonymous admiral. She forgot about him, but did he? What would happen when he suddenly appeared before Claire in a totally different identity? What happened when he had grown so much that he couldn't love Claire purely, but was obsessed with her after watching her grow? How much would Claire take when she had to babysit him because she liked her men cute and shy, and he made himself a handful of those? Find out and there are a lot more to uncover....

‎FBI profiler Sara Mitchell doesn't believe in monsters. ‎Until one attacks her. ‎Bleeding and dying in a dark forest, Sara is saved by a massive black wolf with glowing eyes. The wolf shifts into a gorgeous naked man named Roman Volkov. The Alpha of Thornridge Pack. Powerful. Ruthless. Haunted by the death of his fated mate three years ago. Their laws are absolute, one mate per lifetime, no exceptions, no second chances. Until Sara. The mate bond hits him at the chest instant, violent, impossible to ignore. His wolf doesn't care about laws. It wants her. It claims her. And it will burn everything down before it lets her go. But Sara has bigger problems than a werewolf who looks at her like she's the answer to a prayer he stopped saying. The monster hunting her isn't random. It's Marcus Webb her former partner, the man she thought died two years ago. He transformed into something ancient and hungry and obsessed, and he wants Sara to become exactly what he is. His hunting partner. His weapon. Trapped between a mate bond pulling her toward the most dangerous man she's ever met and a creature wearing her dead partner's face, Sara faces the choice that will define everything. Run back to the human life that was already half a lie. Or fight for the supernatural world that might be her only real home. Roman's pack doesn't want her. The supernatural world wants her dead. And the mate bond grows stronger every day whether she accepts or not. Some bonds are written in fate, others are forged in blood, fire, and the kind of choice that costs everything. Sara Mitchell is about to find out what she's truly made of. The answer will change both their worlds forever.

I ran away with my new husband, Keith, chasing something—adventure, maybe, or just a way out of my dead-end town. He promised Vegas, bright lights, and fortune. Said he’d win big at the Moon Crescent Casino. I went along for the ride, naively thinking this was the start of something new. Instead, Keith lost everything. And I mean everything. And his genius solution? He sold me. To pay off his gambling debt, he handed me over like property—to a pack. Not just one man, but three. Wolves, apparently. Dangerous, intense... and off-the-charts gorgeous. Husk is tall, dark, and terrifyingly silent. When he does smile, it looks like it hurts him—and frankly, it gives me nightmares. Winter, with his pale hair and soft eyes, is gentle… on the surface. But there’s something immense in him, some power pulsing under his skin, like he could take control of my very soul. Then there’s Sky—moody, brooding, unreadable. He shifts between warm and cold so fast I get whiplash. They tell me I have to stay with them at the casino for thirty days. Just thirty days, and the debt is paid. Sounds simple, right? Except nothing about this is simple. And I know there’s a catch. So, I run. Only to find out—they need me. Not for money. Not just for fun. For something deeper. Something... ancient. Suddenly, I’m not the girl people overlook. I’m not the small-town girl with a too-big heart and nowhere to put it. I’m the key to something much bigger, something magical. And maybe, just maybe, these wolves aren’t my captors… they’re my future. I left to escape. But it turns out, what I needed most was exactly what I tried to leave behind.

Alpha Kai's Son. My father's shadow still dominates the BloodCrest Pack I'm trying to lead; even becoming Alpha didn't change a damn thing. So I take my anger out on any poor bastard put in the steel ring with me. It calms me, but only for a few hours; because blood-red rage follows me everywhere I go. It follows me into the cage the night I'm pitted against an opponent half my size. An opponent with a bigger chest than your average gym buff. A woman... I think I'm doing the right thing by refusing the fight because I know this woman will meet Death at my hands. That is, until my wolf growls the word I never expected to hear in the middle of a fight. MATE. With a name as sweet as her scent and a right hook to match, I know I can't accept Cherie as my mate. Not with the beast I inherited from my tainted bloodline - a Lycan with a thirst for blood… So do I reject sweet Cherie to protect her, or do I indulge in the whims of my beast and claim her? * Cherie I didn't expect to meet my mate when I decided to step into that ring that night. But the second my wolf recognized its mate, I knew it wouldn't be over. Creed Volkov is every bit as terrifying as they say, but I won't allow myself to be bullied by another man. I've come here to win; I NEED to win in order to protect those close to me. Running away from Creed seems like the logical choice, I find myself in that ring with him again. Why can't I bring myself to say the Rejection Vow? And why am I suddenly having dreams about a red-haired woman?