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Hazel's bloodline is considered cursed anywhere her father has trekked before. Her surname is well-known, even if her face isn't, and when everyone is so scared of your family that you don't even have the chance to change their minds, life becomes lonely. It is a minor additional inconvenience that Hazel is also human, only perpetuating the stigma around her family more. When she ends up in unfamiliar territory searching for a world in which no one knows her, she comes across the exact opposite and is captured by a group of wolves belonging to a large pack. What she finds in the pack is a beautiful alpha with an eye for her, destined for her by the Moon Goddess's wise hand... ... but als

Three years ago, Capo Marco Rossi received an order from the Godfather. He was to leave and expand the Family territory. Before he left, he issued me a command the way someone would fasten a collar onto a pet. "Until I return, you will remain at the Godfather's estate. Remember your identity. Keep your legs closed." He gripped my chin, his voice carrying that kind of condescending gentleness that felt almost like charity. "When I come back, I'll give you a proper status." For my younger brother's medical expenses, I had no choice but to obey. Three years later, he returned with the wealth he seized from the West Coast Gambino Family, and there was a woman by his side. In front of the ro

I buried him myself. I stood at his grave with dirt on my hands and grief in my throat as I said goodbye to the only man I ever thought I would love. Kael was my betrothed, my mate, the boy who grew up beside me and became the person I built every future around. When the war took him it did not just take him — it took every version of myself that existed because of him. Years passed. The moon goddess, in her mercy, gave me something I never asked for — a second chance. Rowan was not supposed to happen. He was patient where I was resistant, steady where I was broken, and present in every way I had convinced myself no one would ever be again. I did not want to love him. And then I did no

Three years of my loyalty. My body. My silence. My whole heart wrapped up and placed in hands that never deserved it. And the night I found out I was carrying his child — I found him in our bed with my best friend instead. He didn't beg. Didn't explain. He looked me in the eye and said I was never his first choice. Then he filed the rejection papers before I could finish crying. So I left. I buried Cora — the weak, devoted, foolish Luna who loved a man who saw her as a placeholder. Five years later, I'm someone else entirely. Someone with a life he could never have imagined for me. Someone with a son whose silver eyes are the only beautiful thing that man ever gave me without meaning to.

Someone texted me halfway through the wedding. The message read, "I had sex with your husband. Doesn't matter if you don't believe it." The message hit me like a hammer, and I stood petrified. Then, the texter sent another message, "Second pocket on the inside of his coat. There's a used condom there from last night. Strawberry. We were setting up the room, and one thing led to another. "We did it everywhere. Balcony, kitchen, and even in your car. He's not allergic to women. He'd gladly sleep with someone before marriage. He lied to you." Everything began to spin. I walked ahead, but my movements felt stiff. I felt as if someone was yanking me forward. I approached the aloof, abstinent

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was s

Aster didn't know she was a werewolf until her first shift that rendered her confused and disoriented in the middle of a forest. Scared, she knows she must flea the area. Aster begins the journey to find her father after finding a note from her grandmother inside of her tarot deck. As fate would have it, she finds Gamma Ava along her escape to the west coast. Beta Reed finds Aster and immediately knows they’re fated to be together, but Ava's jealousy gets in the way. Beta Reed learns several secrets about Aster’s family that would ruin her. Will the family secret tear them apart?

"You're not Isabella. But you will be. Starting tonight." Elara has nothing. No family. No money. She grew up in foster care. She cleans toilets for a living. Until the night she scrubs the penthouse bathroom of Alexander Blackwood, a billionaire CEO. He walks in drunk, sees her face, sees the star-shaped birthmark behind her ear, and calls her Isabella. Isabella is his wife. She disappeared six months ago. She was declared dead. And she looks exactly like Elara. Now Elara is forced to wear a dead woman's clothes, sleep in her bed, and pretend to be someone she never met. The mansion is full of secrets. The housekeeper watches her every move. The charming brother offers help that

Lyra, a young lady who is unaware of her remarkable ancestry in a world where fate and old predictions collide. After the brutal massacre of her pack when she was just 6 years old, Lyra was raised by human foster parents- who just moved to a small, quiet town, Leading to an uncertain life for her. Jake, the Alpha king of the Shadow Claw pack, ensnared by evil curses, rescues her from a rogue attack in an outing during her 18th birthday. Their blossoming romance becomes threatened when Lyra learns of Jake's clan involvement in her parents death. Lyra must also battle a malicious adversary Leo- her brother, who wants to take advantage of her abilities and rule the werewolf world. As

Fay is a young, sixteen years old werewolf who lived all his life with human parents. His first transformation happened when he was just ten years old, during the night of a full moon and he first communicated to his wolf, Hank. He never told anyone about it, not even his parents but he frequented the woods at night to have a run. His visits to the woods became too suspicious to his parents but they kept mute. One day, Fay walked into the woods and transformed but he turned around when he heard a loud shriek behind him, it was his parents. Terrified that they are raising a wolf, they tell Fay that he was picked at the door front years ago and he is not their child. They kicked young Fay o