Crownless King

Amara has tried everything for her family to love her, to accept her. Yet, she still remains the unwanted daughter of the Alpha…the outcast..a reject. Born prematurely, her mother dying in childbirth, Amara’s wolf failed to shift which meant her young sister, Catherine, took over her role as Alpha heir. They’ve taken everything from her, her title, her lands…her blood. Amara’s blood is the only thing that keeps Catherine alive. But they take it forcibly…and now they’ve taken her mate. The rogue that Amara pleaded with her father to save at the borders seems destined to be with Catherine, but with the pack’s reputation on the line her family force Amara to exchange her own mate…she has nothing left. After an attack on the pack, Amara is surprised to find that her new mate isn’t who he claimed to be…he was something more dangerous than just a rogue…and he’s come to avenge for what is his.

Kimberly knew her life would be different upon returning to Umsyre. But she had no idea it would change the fate of the whole realm. As a merger, she is bound by duty to her family and the merger clan while her bond with the Lycan King, Cedric threatens all she's ever known. After being sold off by her parents to Ogar Blackwood, a ruthless Werewolf alpha, Kimberly has gotten pregnant for the enemy, Cedric, destroying her family's frail alliance and is now a threat, hated and feared by the mergers, werewolves, vampires and lycans alike. Kimberly, becomes the first hybrid in the history of the realm. With the bite of a lycan, the blood of a vampire and the soul of a merger. She becomes a weapon wanted by all factions. But just how far can love go? Will Cedric end centuries of hatred and accept the enemy, his one true mate and his unborn child or will duty triumph?

Blurb: "You're going to operate on me, Dottoressa Bianchi. And you're going to make damn sure I live." Damiano Valentini'e voice is low, commanding and terrifying. But as Dr. Alessia Bianchi stands over the infamous Mafia King, her scalpel trembling, she realizes this is no ordinary patient. Damiano is cursed. Bound by an ancient blood pact that keeps him alive, but in torment, barely alive. Every life he takes feeds his power and fractures his soul. A soul now hanging by a thread. Alessia's world is torn apart when her twin brother vanishes during a secret investigation into the deadly Moretti family. Her only lead? Damiano, the man whispered about in both criminal and supernatural circles. She should run. She should fear him. But instead, she's drawn to him... To his shadows, his secrets, and the darkness behind those sliver eyes. As the delve into the Mafia underworld to uncover her brother's fate, Damiano and Alessia must face bloodthirsty enemies, unravel a deadly curse, and resist a magnetic passion that threatens to burn them both. He is the monster she should hate. She is the light he never thought he'd deserve. But together, they maybe the only ones who can survive the storm.

This book captures tyranny and the quest for power in western African history, in the age of war, magic and cruelty, "Adesuna" became the King of "Odudu," a kingdom located in west Africa; the foundation of "Odudu" was laid at the expense of the blood of Warriors, "Odudu" Was one of the most powerful kingdoms in the western region of Africa, "Adesuna" king of "Odudu" was the only son of Adeshina, a Yoro by tribe, he was a valiant fighter from his youth, who latter became a mighty King, he became a sorcerer when human strength couldn't face the test of time, it was an age when men fought to own anything, warriors fought for lands as well as kings, every king was a warrior-king as well. The language of this time was the language of fight, a language that is not taught by men but experienced on the battle field, men even fought with all brutality to get married even within their own kingdoms and among their own people, a time when possessions were measured by strength, the more powerful you are, the more things you were liable to acquire. Kingdoms fought for power, dominance, fame, influence and survival. The weak lived under the mercy of the strong, warriors fought to both acquire and secure what they had already accumulated, the only route to peace was war: deadly wars of bows and strings, arrows and archers, every man's soul lingered on his ability to make use of the sword. Blood bath was a daily routine, the weak were slaves to the strong, and the bravest of men were the fortresses of every kingdom. Adesuna was the fortress of the Odudu kingdom, through his bravery, he became an historic figure.

When Aveline, once the beloved Luna of Whispering Woods, is betrayed by the very man she called her mate, she is left shattered and alone. Alpha Killian, blinded by old loyalties and manipulated by Morgana, his ruthless first mate, casts Aveline aside—unaware of the powerful secret she carries. Fleeing into the Northern Highlands with her unborn children, Aveline seeks refuge far from the pack that turned its back on her. But whispers of danger are never far behind. As Morgana’s cruel reign tightens its grip, a divided pack begins to fracture. Old allies emerge from the shadows, and whispers of rebellion spread through the oneunited pack. The Blood Moon ritual approaches—a sacred event that will solidify Morgana’s rule or see her downfall. Haunted by guilt and torn between his duty and his heart, Killian grapples with the choice he made, even as the memory of Aveline lingers like a ghost he cannot forget. But when Morgana’s dark intentions become clear, Aveline must make a fateful decision: stay hidden in safety, or risk everything to protect the pack she once called home. With her children’s secret abilities and the fate of Whispering Woods at stake, Aveline faces the ultimate battle for justice and redemption. As old alliances are tested and new betrayals come to light, the question remains—can she reclaim what’s been lost, or will Morgana’s darkness consume them all? Forsaken by the Alpha King is a tale of love and vengeance, power and redemption, where divided loyalties and hidden secrets collide in a world ruled by ancient magic and ruthless ambition. But in Whispering Woods, not all battles are fought with claws and fangs—some are fought in the heart.

David Bianchi - King of the underworld. Cold, calculating, cruel. A man equally efficient with closing business deals with his gun, as he was his favorite pen—a living nightmare to subordinates and enemies alike. However, even a formidable man like himself wasn't without secrets. The difference? His was packaged in the form of a tall, dazzling, mysterious beauty who never occupied the same space as the mafia king.

Aira Valerius, the poised and dutiful daughter of the Beta of Crescent Wane Pack, was raised to be Luna. Engaged since childhood to Rico, the Alpha’s son, her fate had always been bound to his whims his arrogance, and his indifference. And out of loyalty to her family, who owed everything to the Alpha’s bloodline, she swallowed her pride and wore the mask of the perfect mate.Until her wedding day.When Aira caught Rico in bed with her adopted sister, she walked away from the altar with fire in her veins but she never made it out alive. Betrayed. Silenced. Killed.Only… fate had other plans.Aira wakes up alive, in the past, in her bridal suite once more, memories of her death seared into her soul. And this time, she refuses to be anyone’s puppet.Still in her wedding gown, she flees, stepping into the unknown with one vow: never again.Then she meets him.Alexander Thorne, the mysterious man in the back of the sleek black car, with eyes like winter storms and a name that shakes the werewolf realm—The Alpha King.Desperate and cornered, Aira blurts out the impossible: “Marry me.”And to her shock… he says yes.But Aira is no longer just the Beta’s daughter, and Alexander is far more than a stranger. In his arms, she finds safety. In his palace, danger. Because the Alpha King has secrets of his own and a possessive streak that won’t let his new Luna walk away.Not now.Not ever.

I, Marcus Danielson, Alpha King, reject you as my mate." Those words broke me. I’ve been an omega my whole life—the weakest in the pack, an orphan no one wanted. I should have been invisible that night at the Alpha-Luna Ball. But then I met him. My mate. My king. For one heartbeat, I thought fate had finally chosen me. And then he destroyed me. I ran into the forest to escape the pain, but I couldn’t outrun what was inside me. Fire. Ice. Power I didn’t understand, power that shouldn’t exist. Now rogues hunt me, calling me the witchy wolf, while the Alpha King who cast me aside refuses to let me go. I don’t know if I’m meant to be his Luna… or the weapon that burns his world to ashes.

In a dark world full of conspiracies, the love between Seraphina and King Lycan, Valerian, is tested in a tale of desperation and rejection. Cast aside as a slave, Seraphina reveals a glimmer of light in her darkness. As she escapes and unveils a threatening secret, destiny leads her into a battle of love and betrayal. In this epic narrative, a looming question persists: Can Valerian win back her love, or will he be crushed by a relentless rival in their struggle to reunite?

"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.