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“ I, Rhys Blackford Reject you Felza Blackford as my chosen mate.” His words felt like sharp blades slicing through my body and I can't seem to stop those knives nor the words from penetrating me. “ Rhy…Rhys! Don't do this.” I croaked out shamelessly even after catching him with his destined mate. I know this all seems confusing but yeah, I caught my Mate and husband with his destined mate in our bedroom and he chose the cowardly way of punishing me for his sins by rejecting me. “ We vowed to never hurt each other, Rhys! Even if we meet our destined mates.” I reminded him, standing up straight and looking into his eyes. “ It was before meeting her but now when I know the feeling of a real mate bond I don't want you anymore.” He threw the words carelessly with indifference. I know Moon goddess paired mates to have symphony in packs but sometimes bonds and destiny didn't stand a chance infront of true love and soulmates but now I know it's bullshit because the so called true love and soulmate kicked me to the ground and ruined me.

Takuto Kimura, 30 years old, a career elite, always dressed in a sharp suit, with his hair perfectly neat, looking like the lead character from《The Godfather》or《Yakuza Chronicles》. His daily life is a never-ending "battle": meetings, overtime, coffee to stay awake, and piles of reports. To outsiders, he is the epitome of a successful businessman, but inside, he's already overwhelmed by the pressure and suffocating under it. Every day, he finds himself thinking, "If only I could go back to being three years old, I wouldn’t have to deal with these damn files and KPIs." One late night, as he stares at his computer screen, drowning in self-doubt, fate suddenly gives him an unexpected "opportunity" “He is reborn, back to the age of three.”

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

Naomi Carter was meant to be a Luna. Instead, she was treated like an afterthought. Cast aside by her mate, robbed of the life she’d been destined to live, she turned her back on that world — and rebuilt herself. No pack, no bonds, no vulnerabilities. But when she enters a room crowded with powerful Alphas, her past collides with her like a storm. Logan, the powerful leader of the Midnight Pack, gives her something she thought she’d never want again — a future. And then there’s him. The mate who once broke her. Dark eyes. Sharp jawline. The ghost she thought she buried. And he’s not in the mood to apologize. He’s come here to reclaim what he thinks is still his. Naomi’s heart is a war zone, split between the possibility of something fresh and the magnetic lure of things gone by. Yet danger dives out from the shadows, and as old betrayals come back to haunt her, she understands one nightmarish truth— This time, refusing is not an option.

"Come closer, don’t you trust me?" Of course I trusted him. I loved him. He was my betrothed mate, so I took a step toward him. His hands wrapped around my waist, just a feet away from the vast, unfeeling ocean. The wind whipped through my hair, and for a moment, I felt freedom. Then, suddenly, his grip loosened, and I fell, the cold sting of the ocean floor swallowing me whole. Darkness followed. Elowen, Princess of the Moonshire Pack, is to marry Thorne Blackwood—a bond meant to unite two powerful families. But on her wedding night, she is betrayed, cast into the depths by the man she trusted the most. The Moon Goddess offers her a second chance, but there is a costly price. Elowen must lose all memory of who she once was and begin anew. Taken as a slave to the Bloodhowl Kingdom, Elowen has no recollection of her past… or the immense power she harbors. But her beauty and sharp mind quickly capture the attention of Damien, the ruthless Lycan King of the Bloodhowls. As fragments of her old life resurface, Elowen must choose: Remain as Queen Luna of the Bloodhowls, or reclaim her throne as Queen Luna of the Moonshires, and avenge her family’s death at the hands of the man who betrayed her. But can she face Thorne Blackwood again, even if it means risking everything?

Adonis smirked, loosening his tie as he stepped closer. “Stop pretending, Zoe. Or should I say… Mrs. Walter?” His voice was low, teasing. “You’re drooling over me, admit it. I know exactly how happy you are to be married to Adonis Walter.” Zoe folded her arms, rolling her eyes. “Over my dead body.” “Oh, come on,” he said, shrugging off his tuxedo and letting it drop carelessly to the floor. “You get to have all this.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, leaving his toned chest on full display. Defined abs, sharp collarbones, muscles that flexed with every slight movement—he looked like he walked straight out of a magazine. Zoe’s eyes betrayed her for a split second before she quickly looked away. Damn it. Even if she disliked him, she couldn’t deny the truth. This man was hot. Zoe Powers agrees to an 18-month contract marriage with Adonis Walter to save her father’s company. What starts as a deal soon turns into something real. But with Adonis’ bitter ex-girlfriend and jealous brother scheming against them, will their love survive the storm?

Erico Moretti has always been a loyal enforcer for the most ruthless mafia family in Italy. But when his boss, the mafia king Vincenzo, tasks him with bringing down rival mafia boss Antonio Romano, he’s given a dangerous mission: infiltrate the Romano empire as Bianca Romano’s bodyguard. Bianca, the sheltered yet fiercely independent daughter of Antonio, is the key to unraveling her father’s secrets. At first, Erico sees Bianca as nothing more than a pawn in his deadly game. She’s sharp, confident, and far more perceptive than he expected—qualities that make his job even harder. But when a sudden threat forces them into a marriage of convenience to protect her from her father’s enemies, Erico finds himself tangled in a web of deceit, loyalty, and blood. But in the world of crime and betrayal, no one is safe, and when secrets are exposed, their lives will hang by a thread. Will Erico choose vengeance, or will Bianca be the one to teach him that loyalty and love are not always at odds?

She is the forbidden blood that ignites his hunger. He is the ruthless king who has sworn to destroy her kind. But fate has other plans. She is his enemy, the one thing he has sworn to destroy. But one bite, one taste, and she becomes his obsession. She fights him. He hunts her. And in a world teetering on the edge of war, their desire might be the deadliest weapon of all. ************* Celest’s back slammed against the cold wall, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Magnus caged her in, his body heat searing into hers. “You keep running, little bunny,” his voice was thick with dark amusement, but beneath it lurked something raw, something canal. “Yet, here you are. Right where I want you.”

"Why did you put me through that?" I asked, taking a moment to delve into his intense gaze. "Do you really despise me that much?" Dimitri hissed, his voice sharp like a knife. "Isabelle, be careful with what you say." "Why should I even try?" I shot back, matching his intensity. "That’s enough!" Dimitri growled, his voice low and menacing. Before I could respond, he roared, halting my words in their tracks. He seized my arms, pushing me against the wall. My heart raced, and the fire in his gaze intensified. This is unbearable! There’s no escaping destiny anymore. His lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath and breaking through all my defenses. --- Isabella Rosa Santacruz is a witch on the run, her blood linked to a prophecy that positions her as the key to the universe. Throughout her life, she has evaded monsters and myths, always staying a step ahead—until now. Dimitri Axel Castellan, known as the Blood Alpha, is feared, ruthless, and weighed down by a cursed pack fated to perish on the eleventh blood moon. However, when he encounters Isabella—the one person he never expected—everything shifts. She becomes the air he can’t breathe without, even if loving her means sacrificing everything, including his own life. Will their connection protect them from the impending chaos, or will it pull them apart?

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."