Coolant Bleed Screw

My Alpha Series Book 1 Jude: Despite being an alpha with a destined mate somewhere, I wanted nothing to do with her. After everything I've witnessed since I was a boy I learned one thing, to love is to destroy. That’s what happened to my father and I'll be damned if I let history repeat itself. My father shaped me into the ultimate alpha. One who doesn't put anything above his pack, not even a mate. Elijah his wolf: My human buddy here is full of shit. Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t even know what love is and he's sitting here giving you stupid advice on it. He turned his heart to stone and decided to turn his back on our mate. Stick with me and you'll know the true meaning of love because as soon as I lay eyes on her, I'll give my life to protect her. Yeah that’s right, screw you Jude. Move over it’s time for me to take control now. Davina: A mate? Yeah more like a heart stabbing BASTARD! At least I had my pretty convincing reason to try and kill him. But what the fuck was his excuse? Why not reject me and send me on my way? Why such cruelty? Rowena her wolf: Ok so I know it’s pretty bad that our mate tried to kill us, but on the bright side, his kind hearted wolf stopped him. He'll take care of us now. I know it from the bottom of my heart. You’ll see Davina, we'll be safe again. Two human mates hell bent on killing each other for their own reasons. Their two wolves hell bent on taking control and mating to each other like they're meant to be. Which side will win?

After getting drunk with my best friend, Lyla Smith, at the bar, I end up sleeping with my fiance, Silas Clarke, whom I've only met for a few times. Not only that, but I only discover that I'm pregnant with his child two months later. Just when I'm debating whether or not I should tell Silas the truth, Lyla, who has been my friend since we were kids, keep advising me. "You never liked Mr. Clarke anyway, Elara. You might as well use this opportunity to screw this engagement over. "Since you and Logan like each other, he won't mind the fact that you're pregnant with Mr. Clarke's child. He'll definitely treat you and the child well. "When the time comes, you won't have to marry the man you don't like. Plus, you'll marry Logan, the man you love! Isn't this a dream come true?" Just as I'm about to agree to that suggestion, I feel a kick coming from my belly, which has yet to develop a baby bump. Next, a baby's voice echoes in my mind. "Mom, don't trust that mean woman! You'll get abused by that Logan jerk in the future, not to mention you'll be forced to sell your body because of the decision you'll make today! "Dad has already found out that you're the woman from that night! He's on the way here right now!" Upon hearing my unborn baby's thoughts, I tremble violently immediately. Although I don't have any feelings for Silas, I can still try to nurture a relationship with him. On the other hand, I only get to live once, so I can't ruin it no matter what!

“I love beautiful and strong women. You're just not cut to be my Luna.” “T-Then,” I stuttered, wincing in pain. “Why hurt me at every chance you get? I understand I'm nothing more to you than a worthless slave but still, I don't deserve to be treated this way.” Alpha Gunner approached me, hovering over me with his towering height. “What are you talking about? I've grown fond of you since I bought you. Causing you great pains gives me a satisfying sense of pleasure I've never felt before. I enjoyed torturing you, so much Kylie.” My eyes widened at his words.... He enjoys my suffering. It boosts his dopamine when I bleed and cry my eyes out. “I don't want this anymore, Alpha Gunner,” I said, feeling tears rolling down my eyes. “It's best you kill me now. Just end my suffering.” “I won't kill you,” he snarled, lifting my face with his index finger to meet his eyes. “I'll keep using you until I find my Luna. Then, and only then will your usefulness come to an end.” Cruel. Those were the cruelest words he had ever said to me.

Kellan Reed - I was born Runebound—measured, studied, trained to lead. My pack believes order is strength, that tradition is law. But law doesn’t hold when blood runs in the dirt. The Interregnum is here, and every whispered betrayal at Obscura smells of war. I thought I knew who I was supposed to be: heir, alpha, scholar. Then Ronan Draxmere walked onto campus, all sharp teeth and wild fury. Bloodpine. My opposite. My enemy. And yet, every time our eyes lock, I feel the pull of something I can’t name. Something dangerous. Something I might not survive resisting. Ronan’s Draxmere - Bloodpine wolves don’t play nice. We hunt. We take. We survive. That’s what my father drilled into me, and it’s why he sent me here: to prove strength where others crumble. But Obscura isn’t the battleground I expected. The dragon burns brighter than the legends, the heirs bleed unity, and Kellan Reed—the Runebound golden boy—looks at me like he wants to tear me apart and hold me together in the same breath. I should hate him. I do hate him. But my wolf doesn’t. And if the Interregnum comes for this place, they’ll find out just how dangerous a Bloodpine wolf can be when he’s fighting for something he swore he’d never want.

They thought he was just another runaway. They never knew she was a storm waiting to rise. After the tragic death of her parents, Alex a girl mistaken for a boy all her life was one step away from being dumped into a foster home. But instead of surrendering to the system, she ran. That night on the streets, she didn’t find safety. She found the mafia. Dragged into the brutal underground world of Vegas, Alex was forced to train like a soldier, live like a ghost, and survive like a killer. No one ever questioned her identity not when she could fight better, bleed harder, and keep her mouth shut longer than anyone else. They called her a boy. She didn’t correct them. Not when being seen as male was the only thing keeping her alive. Sent to Base Two, the deadliest tier of training, Alex learned to fight, spy, kill and to hide her real self behind layers of silence, steel, and scars. Years later, she walks the streets of New York, not as the scared runaway girl from the past, but as The Rival. A faceless vigilante by night. A silent infiltrator by day. And a weapon forged for one purpose: revenge. Alex isn’t just hunting criminals. She’s chasing the truth behind her father’s deathand every masked figure connected to it. But the deeper she digs, the more twisted the game becomes. Hidden enemies, familiar faces, and a web of betrayal that leads right back to the organization that made her. How long can she keep the mask on... before her real identity shatters everything?

Just as she’s starting her new life in Las Vegas, she gets an urgent call to return home to Atlanta. Deila Barbson could be stubborn, witty…among other things but she wasn’t the rogue her family thought her to be so she answered with equal urgency oblivious to what awaited her— her past. She’s faced with the person that’s haunted her beautiful nightmares everyday for two years. Betrayed by her heart, she found herself running again from whom she still longed for as the very air she breaths. Breathing was as difficult as commitments. Would she stand unbroken or she melt under his touch? Time they said healed every wound so why did his heart still bleed at the sight of the woman that left him shattered sixteen months ago? Hard-headed as he was, James Martin felt open as if it were yesterday he got stood up on his planned proposal dinner. He wanted answers, from her, from himself; why didn’t he feel anger towards her for breaking his heart? Why was his heart still thudding with hope at the sight of her? Why did Deila still unman him as if he wasn’t the macho CEO that intimidated even the Mayor? And most importantly, why did she return? Behind the unwilling woman and broken man was the dark secret both their families shared. What would be keeping them apart? Their ego? Or the family secret? Warning: This book contains mature words and sexual encounters that aren't suitable for readers under the age of 18.

“I now pronounce you both, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” ━━━━━━༺༻ ━━━━━━ Nadia Petrov Jules, barely eighteen years old, only had one dream in her life - to study abroad and become a doctor. She had even managed to convince her traditional and overprotective strict uncle to let her pursue her dreams in New York. Despite her family's political connections to the mafia cartel, her life was surprisingly calm and peacefully simple. Until he claimed her and took away her virginity. Anatoly Kiseleva, the Russian mafia heir is one word only - destruction in human form, a dedicated hunter who hunts down his enemies until he makes them bleed to their death. He is rumored not to have any beating heart inside his left sided chest. His marriage was fixed with the beautiful Ivanova, Nadia's maternal cousin. On the night of his engagement party, he was a bit drunk and met a girl with a mask on who he had believed to be Ivanova. He made love to the girl in the mask and didn't bother to notice the obvious differences. When the morning came, he was beyond furious after he took off the mask. Now they are both married and Anatoly despises and loathes his new bride who doesn't even have two complete legs. Nadia's life was much too sweet before she was forced and pulled into bitterness and sorrow with a husband who hated her and was disgusted by her disability. To Her, it wasn't a marriage but her death sentence. And to Him, it also wasn't a marriage but an endless torment of shame.

She’s a princess. She’s a weapon. She’s the illegitimate daughter no one was supposed to need. For millenia, peace between supernatural kingdoms has been maintained by a brutal tradition: the Bride Swap. An elven princess for a foreign king. Ten years of marriage to buy one hundred and ninety years of fragile silence. This year, the elves must give a bride to the werewolves. Princess Alicia Sunblade was never meant to be the chosen one. Wild, sharp-tongued, and dangerously gifted by both the goddess of war and the goddess of love, she lives in quiet exile from a father who rules with manipulation and fear. But when her king threatens the one person she loves most, Alicia is forced into an arranged marriage with Alpha Rocco Silvermane — the powerful, feared King of Wolfsreach. Elves and werewolves are natural enemies. Their borders bleed tension. Their histories drip with blood. Rocco is everything Alicia was raised to despise: dominant, ruthless, physically overwhelming — and politically untouchable. Yet he has his own kingdom to protect, his own factions to appease, and his own reasons for accepting the swap. Two rulers. Two unwilling sacrifices. One treaty balanced on a knife’s edge. But Alicia isn’t a lamb being led to slaughter. She is a strategist. A seductress blessed by divine persuasion. A warrior hiding behind silk and ceremony. If her father thinks he’s sending her away to be controlled, he may have just delivered his greatest weapon straight into enemy hands. Because if Alicia is going to be traded… She won’t just survive the wolves. She might just make their king kneel.

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

"Strip, Omega. My wolf doesn't care for your excuses, only your scent." The growl was like velvet over gravel, vibrating through the humid air of the VIP lounge. Samuel Cawson knew he should run. He was a half-blood, a "glitch" in the supernatural hierarchy, and the man looming over him was Adrian Stain—the Alpha King whose name was whispered in fear by boardrooms and blood-packs alike. But under the heat of a Blood Moon, pride was the first thing to burn. One night of feral, bone-deep surrender was supposed to be his escape; instead, it became his cage. Then came the twist of betrayal. When Samuel woke to an empty bed and a branded neck, he realized he hadn't just slept with a CEO—he had accidentally claimed a King. Fleeing across the globe was his only hope to protect the secret growing inside him. But five years later, the past has a way of tracking its prey. Samuel returns with a silver-eyed child who carries the Alpha’s lethal genius, only to walk straight into Adrian’s trap. The man he once feared is now a monster obsessed with reclaiming what’s his. Between the jagged shards of a broken heart and a conspiracy that threatens to bleed the pack dry, Samuel must decide: is Adrian his fated protector, or is he the very predator who will eventually tear his world apart? "You stole my heir, Samuel. Now, I’m going to steal your breath until you remember exactly who you belong to."