Bound To The Cursed Alpha

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.

Their love sparked war, and their downfall is a nation's triumph. Alessia is the King's assassin. Tasked to stop the uprising of a war caused by the endangered dragon-borns, she sets off on a mission and stumbles across a mysterious merchant that soon revealed his true identity and current mission. Aiding him in his journey with an ulterior motive, Alessia and Clyde uncovers a secret that has been swept under the rug for many decades. Along with an untapped powerful fairy and a wizard-in-hiding, will they be able to salvage the nearing end of the world despite their colliding ideals?

In a world where witches and werewolves are sworn enemies, love is the greatest crime of all. Selene is a witch preparing for her mating ceremony, where she must choose a husband from approved suitors. No werewolf may enter. No beast may touch her. The law is absolute. But one suitor carries a deadly secret. Kai has loved Selene from afar for years, watching her through the border that separates their worlds. He knows if she discovers he's a werewolf, she'll kill him without hesitation. So he hides his true nature, changing his name to Adrian, and using forbidden magic to appear human. Against all odds, Selene chooses him. Their bond is instant, powerful, perfect. Until his werewolf mark begins to surface. When the truth is revealed, kingdoms prepare for war. Selene is torn between the mate she's fallen for and the people who raised her. Kai faces execution for his deception. And an ancient curse that started the hatred between their races begins to awaken, threatening to destroy them both. To save their love and prevent a war that will kill thousands, Selene and Kai must uncover the truth about why their people became enemies. What they discover will change everything they thought they knew about witches, werewolves, and the forbidden love that might be the key to ending centuries of bloodshed.

“I can feel your fear. Your heat. The way your sweet little cunt clenches before I even touch it. You’re not afraid of the beast, Kaerith… You’re starving for him.” He forces her legs wide, claws digging into her hips, pinning her down like prey. The head of his cock—thick, ridged, inhuman—presses against her dripping entrance, teasing her folds, soaking in her slick. “Now spread wider,” he hisses. “And let the beast feed.” — Kaerith—an omega, daughter of the last great Lycan Alpha—was born with the rarest curse of all. She was meant to be ransomed, not enslaved. Now, she’s chained inside Murnokh—a kingdom made of bone and nightmare. A slave. A plaything. A feeding source for Gorvane. Gorvane doesn’t make love. He fucks angrily. He devours. And no one survives it. King Gorvane, a Dreadborn, of the Kingdom of Murnokh, who died as a result of betrayal, rose from a battlefield soaked in centuries of rage. And now, he owns her. He touches her thoughts. Her fear. Her pain. Her buried rage. And he drinks it. But something in Kaerith cracks his hunger. It weakens him. It entices him. And when he finally takes her, it’s not just to feed—it’s to claim. She was never meant to survive his touch. Now, she’s the only thing keeping him sane. He doesn’t understand her softness. Her silence. Her refusal to scream. He’s built to feed on the wreckage of the human heart. But she is making him forget how to starve, how to rage, how to hate. Real love is poison to his kind. Their love is forbidden and if she discovers his True Name—the very grief that birthed him—she will have the power to destroy him… Or to set him free.

Orphan, Eva Sims, defied all odds, putting herself through college with unwavering determination and sheer grit. Her insatiable curiosity and boundless creativity led her to a career as an investigative journalist for a paranormal magazine. Little did she know that her thirst for the unknown would thrust her into the heart of a story she never could have imagined. After a night spent gathering research for an article, Eva finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and intrigue. Surrounded by enigmatic and alluring men, she is drawn in by their presence, consumed by emotions she never knew existed. As she grapples with the existence of immortals, Eva is left questioning everything she thought she knew. What lies ahead for her? Could talking animals be next in this whirlwind of uncertainty? Fate has a plan for Eva, but she is clueless as to what it may entail. Will her journey lead her to love, or will she be faced with an even greater challenge? Only time will tell.

"I'm not your mate! I reject you! Evil!" He stepped closer like Aeryl was some dangerous animal. One moment, he was across the room. The next, his hand was around her neck, lightly but very threatening, resting her back into the far stone wall. Aeryl gasped, her breath scattering at the sudden, inhuman move. "Careful. You don't know what you're walking into, hybrid," Aramisius hissed, his lips grazing her ear. "You should know your enemies. I am one of them." "What... what do you want from me?" His eyes burned red-silver, unnatural light cutting into her. "All. Of. You." Warning: This book is 18+. There was no escape from him. Aeryl has always known her blood was dangerous. Born a hybrid, she was never fully human, never fully safe. When her father bargains her away to the powerful Lycan Lord, she chooses the only path left. Run and fight. But the night is not merciful. Aramisius rises at midnight: cruel, exquisite, and ancient. And now he has scented her. His mate. His curse-breaker. His obsession. Aeryl may think she can flee, but he does not chase. He hunts. Dragged into his rose-scented castle, Aeryl discovers that the greatest danger is not his cruelty but the way her body responds to him. Her wolf calms in his presence. As rival kings, witches, and shadows close in, Aeryl learns the truth too late: Every kingdom either wants her or fears her and the danger was never Aramisius. It was what would happen if she is taken from him. Can Aeryl find herself and stand against the armies and powers as the world begins to shift? This is not just another werewolf romance. It is dark erotica where bodies are claimed, love is sacrifice, and surrender is the most dangerous ecstasy of all.

When billionaire heir Adrien Russell, the dashing and intelligent scion of Russell Hotels, rescued a stunning young woman from a group of thugs on a rain-soaked night, he never anticipated the unexpected turn of events that would unfold. The woman, whose beauty and grace captivated him, was thrust into his life, and before he knew it, they were bound together in an unwanted marriage. As they navigated this uncharted territory, they faced a myriad of challenges that tested their resolve, trust, and love. Will they find a way to make their unlikely union work, or will their differences tear them apart?

“ let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You “ He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her. “ Please …… daddy “ —————————— He was my father’s best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles. One night and It changed everything. I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off. I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.

He was her stepbrother. Lucien Thorne. Alpha Heir to the Moon Walker Pack. Dashingly hot, billionaire, with all the girls trying to get into his bed. He has always hated Maeve, or so she thinks, until a reckless night changes everything between them. Maeve never wanted her mom's new husband's help. She wanted to be independent, but after her boyfriend of three years took off with her life savings, she was forced to move in with her mother and, by extension, Lucien Thorne. He's cold and dismissive towards her, but that same night, they crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. It's a night of unbridled passion, one that she can't get again but Lucien isn't ready to let go. A taste is enough to make him cave. She's the stepsister he's always wanted, and now that he's had a taste, he wants every last bit of her.

"Why did you save me?" Prostitution wasn't exactly the future I'd pictured for myself. But fate landed me in a brothel I couldn't escape, and a life that stripped me of my humanity. Until he came in. The man who looked down at people like they were nothing but dirt and planted bullets in the heads of people for staring at him the wrong way. His name was Killian Morozcov. He came into The brothel and left with me, and no matter how much I pleaded at the time, he refused to tell me why. when he did, though, I wished he hadn't. because killian hadn't meant to save me that night in Vegas...he had come from to save his sister and made the costly mistake of leaving with me instead. our relationship built into something fragile that shouldn't exist and would no doubt, ruin us. especially when we continued to discover how much of it was built on lies. In my experience, I've learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Nice people were always the quickest to swing the knife. And Killian Morozcov was by far the nicest man to ever cross paths with me.