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What's a Mafia without his Angel? Theoretically speaking, more devious, out of control, and needless to say, heartless. What if this Angel is a cop to want to put him behind bars? But when the mafia and cops are forced to work together to solve a serial killer case, all the tables are turned. Join Anastasia and Elijah on their journey to uncover who the mastermind behind this entire case is...

Riven, mi compañero destinado, era el Alfa de una manada patética al borde del colapso. Durante cinco años fui su sombra, su estratega. Levanté su manada de la nada hasta que la Alianza nos reconoció, y estábamos listos para trasladarnos a las tierras fértiles. Riven prometió que celebraríamos nuestra ceremonia de unión en cuanto nos instaláramos en el nuevo territorio. Sin embargo, durante el banquete de celebración, la noche anterior a la mudanza, me arrojó a una celda. Anunció públicamente que Jenna, la loba que llevaba a su cachorro en el vientre, sería la Luna de la manada. No podía dar crédito. Le grité, pero él me hizo una mueca de desprecio y señaló un cristal que vibraba con magia oscura. —¡Jenna ya tiene pruebas de tu traición! Te acostaste con otros Alfas para conseguir su apoyo. ¡Me das asco! Le supliqué. Pero él me cortó la mejilla con el borde de plata de la carta de disolución de vínculo, apartándome formalmente de su lado. Pero él no sabía quién era yo en realidad. Soy la hija del Rey Alfa. Las estrategias, el poder, las alianzas... nada de eso era suyo. Todo era mío. Así que lo recuperé todo.

College freshman Leesa Nyland has been fascinated by vampires from a young age. Fascinated, however, doesn't mean Leesa believes in their existence any more than she believes in the Volkaanes, people who are said to live for centuries and whose kiss is lethal to both vampires and humans. But when her beloved older brother suddenly disappears, she is forced to confront all these and more. She also has to figure out what to do about her mysterious new boyfriend. She knows Rave likes her a lot, so why won't he kiss her? As Leesa draws closer to finding her brother, she faces some gut-wrenching decisions. Should she risk her mom's life trying to "cure" her? Should she continue seeing Rave, after he reveals his dangerous secret? And most terrifying of all, should she make the ultimate sacrifice — give up her humanity to save her brother?

When my father asked me to choose between the two Lewis brothers I had grown up with to get married to, I chose Joseph Lewis. He was the man I had secretly loved for 13 years. But on the day of our wedding, his stepsister, Jessica Lewis, leaped off the rooftop of the hotel. She left behind a letter written in blood, blessing Joseph and me with a lifetime of love and happiness. It was only then that I learned that the two of them had been secretly in love for years. At the wedding, Joseph lost control in front of everyone, declaring that he would no longer be concerned with any worldly affairs. I was left standing helplessly in place. For the rest of his life, he lived in guilt, keeping vigil beside Jessica's grave. I resented his deceit, yet stubbornly clung to our marriage, and we tormented each other for years. This went on until we were kidnapped one day. To save me, he perished together with the kidnappers. Before he died, he looked at me and said, "Evelyn, it was wrong of me to keep it from you. But now that both Jessica and I are gone, that should settle the debt, shouldn't it? If there's a next time, don't choose me again." Then, I reopen my eyes to see that I have returned to the day when my father asked me to choose my fiance. This time, I will firmly choose his elder brother, Theodore Lewis.

“Our marriage is never going to be a real one,” Irina said, looking at the Rogue who was betrothed to her. “As long as you fulfill your part of the deal, it doesn’t have to be.” Alpha Kai said, his eyes hardening as he took a step back. “I’ll see you walking down the aisle. Until then, I suggest that you think wisely of your choices…” *********************************** Forced to marry a rogue at the ripe age of twenty, Irina finds herself stuck between two choices. Either give the Rogue Alpha a child and be loyal to him or her save her family from the wrath of the Medici who was more than willing to get his revenge from her father over a debt of years.

I was reborn the year the Blood Moon War began. The first thing I did? I sacrificed my child. The child of my blood-bonded mate, Lord Lucius of the Covenant. In my last life, he chose to protect his childhood sweetheart, Lilith, when she slept with a werewolf. He stole my pureblood heir and replaced it with her half-breed mongrel. They branded me a traitor. In a sun-scorched dungeon, they burned my scarred body to ash with holy light. And my own son, his mind poisoned by Lilith, stood on my ashes and cursed me to Hell for all eternity. When I opened my eyes again, the blood ritual for my heir was already three months along. I didn't hesitate. I went straight to a witch, and with a potion brewed from my own heart's blood, I ended it. Then, I put on something else: an expensive amulet of Blood Illusion. It faked the energy of a pureblood fetus. It masked my true state, cloaking me in the sweet, alluring scent of a pregnant vampire. It even created a perfect illusion of a growing belly. Lucius needed an heir to cover for Lilith’s crime. Fine. I’d play along. This time, I had no weaknesses.

Je suis née sans louve intérieure. À l'académie, Arabella m'a fait vivre un enfer à cause de ça. Quand j'ai obtenu mon diplôme, ma louve s'est enfin éveillée, me dotant de puissants pouvoirs de guérison. J'ai cru que le cauchemar était enfin terminé. J'ai rencontré mon âme sœur, l'Alpha Tristan. Il était puissant, magnifique, et m'a promis la lune et les étoiles. Mais le jour où je suis allée annoncer à Tristan que j'étais enceinte, j'ai découvert son terrible mensonge. Ce n'était jamais Tristan dans mon lit. C'était son frère jumeau, Ronan. L'Alpha renégat qui avait abandonné la tribu des années plus tôt pour vivre parmi les humains. Ronan a utilisé un imitateur d'odeur pour se glisser dans mon lit, pour me rendre enceinte. Tout n'était qu'un complot pour m'humilier le jour le plus important. Ils voulaient se venger d'Arabella, qui avait menti et m'avait accusée de l'avoir harcelée. Ils voulaient me détruire. J'ai fait irruption dans le bureau pour les affronter. Je leur ai dit que j'allais tout révéler et exiger des excuses. Cependant, ils m'ont emprisonnée. Ils ont accompli un rituel obscur, transférant ma louve vers Arabella. Ils ont drainé ma force vitale et tué mon petit à naître. Je suis morte dans d'atroces souffrances. Puis j'ai ouvert les yeux. J'étais de retour au jour où j'avais découvert que j'étais enceinte. Je serrais mon ventre contre moi, une larme coulant sur ma joue. Ces salauds allaient payer pour ce qu'ils avaient fait.

Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by her pack, Eliza Carter vows to rise from the ashes of her shattered life. Once a cherished Alpha’s daughter, she’s now determined to reclaim her pride and make those who wronged her regret it. But fate has other plans. When Eliza severs her bond with the man who broke her, a magnetic Lycan prince steps forward—her fated mate. Bound by destiny yet scarred by betrayal, can Eliza embrace a future of strength, love, and vengeance?

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Minha melhor amiga, Maya, veio de Miami para passar a semana da minha despedida de solteira. Meus últimos dias de liberdade. Ela insistiu numa noite só de garotas para comemorar, pedindo todos os meus pratos favoritos por entrega. Ela me pediu para segurar o celular dela e esperar. Então o telefone acendeu. Uma mensagem de algum cara. Uma foto sem camisa. Texto: Preciso de você hoje à noite. Outra foto chegou em seguida. Brinquedos sexuais. Equipamentos de bondage, como saídos de um filme. Meu rosto queimava. Meu coração martelava contra as costelas. Eu tinha acabado de tropeçar na vida secreta dela. Mas a imagem seguinte fez meu sangue gelar. Um close no peito do homem. Uma cicatriz irregular que eu conhecia melhor do que o meu próprio reflexo. Pertencia ao meu noivo, Luciano Carbone.