Crushed Crystal Mirror

I was a genius alchemist, but my mate, Alpha Clark, engineered my failure 99 times, shattering my reputation. He siphoned my very soul 99 times to gift it to another she-wolf, Layla, molding her into the Alchemy Master I was meant to be. He claimed Layla was his savior, that he owed her his life. It wasn't until I uncovered his betrayal and severed our bond that he learned the truth: I was the one who had saved him. Those scars on my back—the ones he scorned? They were the price I paid for his life. After I walked away, he knelt for 99 days, begging for me to return. But some betrayals can never be forgiven.

The year I was reborn was the year the vampire war began. The first thing I did was get rid of the pup. My mate's pup. Alpha Lucas's. In my last life, he covered for his childhood friend, Sarah, when she mated a vampire. He took my pure-blood pup and swapped him with her half-breed bastard. They branded me a traitor. Tortured me to death in a silver dungeon. And my own son, brainwashed by Sarah, stood over my corpse and told me to rot in hell. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to the witch's hut and drank the poison she gave me. But as the life drained away, I uncorked another bottle: an expensive Mimic Potion. It fakes a pup's heartbeat. It gives off the scent of an expecting mother. Lucas wants a child to take the fall for Sarah's crime. Fine. I'll give him a show. This time, I have no weakness.

For ten years, Isaac was my fated mate. My Alpha. My future. Then, on the eve of his Alpha Ceremony, he chose another she-wolf to be his Luna, Chloe. His reason? She was wild and free...everything I used to be. "We are FATED MATES!" I screamed, my hand flying to the mark on my neck. "How can you defy the Moon Goddess? How can you just throw me away?" My wolf howled through our bond, trying to make him feel my pain. The backlash should have crippled him. But he didn't even flinch. It wasn't a real mark. Just a lie, painted on with magic. A trick to chain me to his side. My legs gave out. I hit the floor, a raw sob tearing from my throat. When the tears dried, the grief turned to ice. I stormed the Elders' Council and demanded they sever the bond. Then, I did the unthinkable. I chose his cursed uncle, Vincent. Isaac laughed. He thought it was a pathetic game to make him jealous. He had no idea. The Elders had already named his uncle the new Alpha. He didn't understand his mistake until he saw me crowned Luna on Vincent's arm. Only then did he come crawling back, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.

My wolf awakened on my eighteenth birthday. Soon after, the Feral Curse tore through the werewolf world. The curse nearly claimed me, but a young Alpha, Lachlan, saved my life. He brought me to his pack. His parents, the Alpha and Luna, took me in. They gave me the best room in the pack house and treated me like the daughter they never had. Lachlan never left my side. He risked catching the curse himself, patiently feeding me potions one sip at a time. His wolf knew. I was his fated mate. I was the envy of the pack. I had an Alpha's total devotion. Then one day, Lachlan knelt before me. In his hands was the Moonstone necklace—the symbol of every Luna who came before me. He held me tight, whispering a promise to show the world that I belonged to him, and him alone. I accepted the necklace. But that night, I twisted his love into a poison. A poison I used to murder his parents and eighteen of their loyal retainers.

Stella and I are at a college party and man, it’s so bad ass. This is our first college party and Stella’sm first party ever. Are you having fun, sister? I ask her. Yes, I really am. My sister Stella is your quiet, stay to herself kind of gal. Where I am that loud in your face kind of girl. So, it’s not weird seeing a beer in my hands and dancing my ass off with my friends or my hot as hell boyfriend Jax. What’s weird is seeing my sister with a beer in hand and dancing to the music, getting her freak on with a strange guy. I’m glad my twin is letting her freak fly tonight. We are going to be seniors when school starts and damn; we need to make a name for ourselves. Being the quiet ass bitch is only going to get her picked on. Jax comes up behind me, moving his hips to the music. Want to go upstairs he asks after a minute of grinding against my ass. Um, yes, I do. I say, wiggling my ass against his front. I’m going to go upstairs with Jax for a bit. Do you think you will be okay while I’m gone? I ask Stella. She just gives me a look that says piss off, asshole. I throw up my hands in surrender. Okay, I say, wiggling my brows. Get it, girl. I tell Stella. Stella just smiles at me. Ditto sister, she says, wiggling her fingers at me. I laugh and grab my boyfriend’s hand and drag him upstairs. When we find a room upstairs, I slam Jax against the wall and kiss him fiercely. Damn baby, did you miss me? Jax asks, smiling.

Alpha Roman of the Greycrest Pack is under relentless pressure. For years, his pack has demanded he choose a mate—someone worthy of becoming Luna and securing the pack’s future. But Roman has always refused. His wolf won’t accept just anyone. It’s waiting…for her. Just as he’s on the verge of giving in to duty, everything changes. A chance collision in the city brings him face-to-face with Maya Scott, a woman who has no idea his world exists. The bond hits instantly—sharp, undeniable, consuming. She’s his mate. And Roman wants her. But where he feels certainty, Maya feels nothing but confusion. To her, he’s just an intense, dangerously attractive billionaire who seems to have decided she belongs to him after a single meeting. As Roman struggles to win her over without revealing the truth about what he is, unrest brews within Greycrest. A human Luna is unthinkable—an insult to tradition and a risk the pack may not survive. Whispers turn to schemes, and powerful enemies begin to circle. Now, Roman must protect the woman fate has bound to him, even as she resists the world he’s trying to pull her into. Because claiming her could cost him everything— …and losing her isn’t an option.

Mi esposo, Damien Falcone, tenía noventa y nueve amantes. Y yo era la princesa de la mafia por la que los hombres hacían fila para ofrecerme su vida. El día que empezamos a salir, todos en nuestro grupo hicieron apuestas. Decían que no duraríamos ni tres meses. Pero entonces, todo cambió. Por mí, bloqueó a todas de su celular, construyó una mansión y se arrodilló para pedir mi mano. Luego, en nuestra noche de bodas, me dijo que quería un matrimonio abierto. —Podemos estar con otras personas, si queremos. Pero la lealtad… es solo para nosotros. Acepté. Y entonces apareció su amante número cien, Sophia Ricci. Traicionó a nuestra familia en un trato de armas. Casi le cuesta la vida a mi padre. Pero Damien la protegió. Incluso la metió a vivir en nuestra casa. Así que hice lo que cualquier princesa de la mafia con el corazón roto haría: me emborraché y desperté en la cama de otro. Lo que no sabía era que ese hombre era el tío de Damien.

This book is a Standalone, you don't need to read the first book to understand what happened, though I do recommend it for small details. Book Two in the Bloodlust series. “Her passing this will be impossible Nikolay” Kiara said looking at her husband, her eyes wide as she looked at his little sister being part of this project. “She has made her choice Kiara, I tried stopping her from getting herself into trouble, time and time, she chose to contact my enemy, she will suffer the consequence” Nikolay said coldly looking down at his sister through the glass podium. It was the first day of the Bloodlust project, the day where everything starts, lives are lost from day one. Those who make it are lucky, Kiara knew that Nikolay was right. Claudia had made her choice, and it was against all odds, and not in her favor. Now all they can do is watch… ************ Coming back with Richard Bernard and his bloodlust project, will Claudia be able to pass his project, will she fail, or would Kiara and Nikolay find a magical way to save the rebellious little teenager against the man who was about to ruin everyone’s lives by creating blood-thirsty, ruthless killers. Will Kiara and Nikolay’s love grow? Or would the couple grow apart by the upcoming war?

You should enjoy it. Bitches like you don’t deserve vanilla sex." He hovered over me and took my sore, overly sensitive nipple in his mouth. He bit it hard and I screamed. He rammed his shaft deep into my cunt at once and I screamed. “Fuck!” he didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size or anything. He kept on moving in and out at a speed I couldn’t keep up with. “Is this not how you like it? How you like to be fucked like the whore that You are,” he said and grabbed my chin as he yelled in my face. He didn’t give me any breathing space. I surely was going to get sore after this. ^.^.^.^ Leia Gambino thought she had seen the worst when her father, Roman Gambino; an American mafia boss forced her to marry Jericho de Luca; the heir apparent to the capo de carmine of the well-feared Italian mafia; Banda Della. Little did Leia know that she was sold away in disguise. On her wedding day, none of her parents were around. Things took a worst turn on the first night. Jericho sees Leia as a sex object and a panacea for his impotence while Jericho's father sees her as a business tool and a bait.

Pendant huit ans, j'ai été le secret d'Alpha Adrian. Il a fallu attendre le centième anniversaire de son grand-père pour qu'il accepte enfin de ramener notre fils, Gauthier, et moi dans la meute. Il m'avait juré que les Anciens avaient finalement donné leur bénédiction. Notre fils, surexcité, sautait sur le lit en brandissant sa médaille de champion, celle qu'il avait gagnée lors du tournoi junior de combat. Il s'était battu bec et ongles, juste pour rendre son père fier. Mais à peine avions-nous posé le pied sur le domaine de Boisnoir… qu'on l'a vu. Adrian, dans les bras d'une louve blonde, l'embrassait à pleine bouche. Avec un sourire aux lèvres, il nous l'a présentée : « Ma compagne, Sophia. » Gauthier s'est précipité vers lui, furieux, tendant le doigt vers la marque de morsure bien visible sur mon cou. « C'est la marque que Papa a faite à Maman ! Vous la voyez tous, non ?! » Le Chef des Anciens s'est avancé. Il a à peine jeté un regard, puis a lâché un ricanement glacial : « Une astuce de magie de sang, rien de plus. Ça peut imiter une odeur, mais jamais la connexion d'âme d'un vrai lien d'âmes-sœurs. N'importe quel loup expérimenté s'en rend compte au premier coup d'œil. » Je me suis tournée vers Adrian, paralysée, incapable de bouger. Lui, il m'a ignorée… et a caressé doucement la vraie marque sur le cou de Sophia, qui brillait d'un éclat argenté sous la lumière de la lune. « La meute de Boisnoir n'acceptera jamais une sang-mêlé incapable de se transformer, » a-t-il dit froidement. « La seule digne de se tenir à mes côtés, c'est Sophia. » Je l'ai regardé… et un rire amer m'a échappé. Penser que j'avais réprimé mon propre sang Royal Alpha… pour un homme pareil.