Deku Rage Mode

On the night Elena Carter discovers she is carrying her husband’s child, she believes her dreams have finally come true. For three years, she has endured Damien Rothschild’s coldness, cherished every fleeting moment of tenderness, and held on to the hope that one day he might love her back. But instead of joy, her secret gift is met with cruelty. A single letter, accusing Elena and her late mother of orchestrating the accident that nearly killed Damien’s parents, shatters everything. Betrayed and blinded by rage, Damien casts her aside, accusing her of lies, greed, and manipulation. Worse, he threatens to destroy her brother’s future unless she signs the divorce papers. Heartbroken but resolute, Elena walks away, pregnant, abandoned, and determined to protect her child from the man she once loved more than life itself. Five years later, Elena has rebuilt her life. She is stronger, successful, and devoted to raising her twins in secret. But Damien Rothschild is a man who never forgets. He never lets go. When he learns that she carried his children, nothing will stop him from claiming back what he lost. Now Elena must face the man who broke her, the father of her children, and the billionaire whose love is as dangerous as his power. Will she let him back into her life, or will she protect her heart and her family from him forever?

He Rejected Marking Ceremony, I Upgraded Mate The very first thing I decided to do after being reborn was to reject the marking ceremony with my Alpha mate Ethan. In my previous life, when Ethan tried to postpone our ceremony for the thirty-second time, I threatened him with the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess. Ethan eventually caved. To pacify my rage, he promised that nothing would interrupt us again. But that was the night his Omega mistress Ivy died. From that moment on, Ethan hated me with every fiber of his being. When I told him I was pregnant, he drowned me in the freezing North Sea. "You and that abomination in your belly deserve to die for her," he spat as he held my head under the water. I died in despair. But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the altar. Ethan looked impatient. "Selena, Ivy says her chest hurts.. We need to postpone the mark again." He expected me to beg. Instead, I unclasped the ceremonial collar and threw it in his face. "Go to her. I quit." Ethan sneered, "Stop acting. Without my scent, you’ll be back crawling on your knees in a week." He didn't know that an hour later, I was knocking on the door of his mortal enemy—Damon, the Tyrant of the North. When I posted a photo of the Winterborn Alpha’s ring on my finger with the caption "Upgrade my mate," Ethan went mad…

Samson Carroll's father, who is the CEO of Carroll Group, is hospitalized, and my sister decides to return to the hospital to work as a nurse. She throws herself into the role—donating blood, helping with emergencies, and keeping watch at his bedside around the clock. Soon, everyone's calling her a hero in scrubs. One night, she blocks the hospital room's security camera. She plans to kill the patient and forge a will so that Samson will marry her. I tell her it's too dangerous. The Carrolls are an influential family with deep pockets and powerful connections, after all. A few kind words and a forged will aren't enough to sway them. But she lashes out at me, calling me an idiot. She says that everyone in Jansbury knows Samson does whatever his father tells him to do. I drag her home, still trying to talk sense into her. "The Carroll family has ties to both the authorities and the underworld. They're untouchable," I explain. "If Samson finds out you lied to him, the consequences are unimaginable." Halfway home, she grows increasingly agitated. "Tonight was my only chance, and you ruined it! You're just jealous I'm about to become a rich man's wife! Go to hell!" Then, in a fit of rage, she shoves me into an open manhole by the side of the road. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the night I brought her dinner at the hospital.

The company had just taken off when a project my wife, Lenora Peterson, was in charge of ran into trouble. To ease her mind during her pregnancy, I went overseas in her stead, spending ten perilous years abroad before finally returning home, barely alive. Instead of the joyful reunion I had imagined, she greeted me with cold detachment and thinly veiled disgust. "Why are you back?" Lenora asked. "Today is Nathan’s housewarming party," she added. "Let’s head there first—we’ll talk later." We rode in silence the entire way. When we arrived, a ten-year-old girl came dashing over and clung to Lenora affectionately. “Mommy, why did you take so long? Daddy’s been waiting for you forever!” Daddy? My eyes burned with rage—until I saw my old friend Nathan Grant stepping out to greet us with a smile. "Lily, come to Daddy. Mommy’s tired—don’t bother her now." When I met Lenora’s eyes, the guilt I saw there told me everything I needed to know. I turned away and texted my assistant, Morgan Williamson, to begin acquiring the company that, by right, had always belonged to me. He soon reported back. "Mr. Brooke, the acquisition process will be completed in three days."

She was supposed to be the thief who stole from his empire.   Instead, she became his wife. Arielle Vasquez wakes up bound to Matteo Moretti—a tattooed, ruthless enforcer of the Moretti clan, a bastard son burning with rage and a hunger for validation. Their marriage is a punishment, a cage of suspicion and hate. He sees her as a liar, a liability. She sees him as the enemy who stole her freedom. But the first night changes everything. She gasped as Matteo pinned her against the wall of their wedding suite, his breath hot against her throat, ink-dark eyes devouring her defiance.   “You think you can play games with me, little thief?” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips, possessive, punishing. “I’ll break you before you break me.” Arielle lifts her chin, lips brushing his ear in a whisper. “Try it. I dare you.” As secrets unravel and betrayals cut deeper, the line between enemy and obsession blurs. Every touch during late-night raids, every heated argument that ends with her back against a wall and his mouth crashing down on hers, pulls them closer to surrender.   But the real danger isn’t the Russians closing in.   It’s the heartless man who’s starting to want her more than revenge.   And the woman who’s beginning to crave the darkness he offers. In a world built on blood and power, love is the deadliest weapon of all.

Lisa Wood n’a jamais oublié. À dix-huit ans, elle a vu l’homme qui dirigeait son enfance, Raphael Wood, tomber sous les balles de son propre protégé : Sesar Mcgir, le jeune bras droit de son père devenu monstre. Cette même nuit, Sesar est venu finir le travail dans sa chambre : un viol. Un souvenir indélébile, une grossesse cachée, et une haine qui a grandi avec son fils. Aujourd’hui, Lisa est policière. Et elle s’est reconstruite une façade. Mais au fond, elle n’attend qu’une chose : l’instant où elle pourra faire tomber l’empire Mcgir, pièce par pièce. Elle devient Dolce, une « favorite » parmi les femmes que Sesar garde près de lui. À ses risques et périls. Car se rapprocher de la bête, c’est aussi réveiller la flamme d’une rage brûlante… et d’une attirance malsaine, qu’elle croyait morte. Mais que faire quand l’homme qu’on hait est aussi le père de votre fils ? Quand la haine devient flamme, et que la justice devient vengeance ?

I never thought one broken promise could shatter my world twice. His name was Marcus. He swore he’d stay in touch when he left for that “year-long business trip.” Three months later, silence. No calls, no texts, nothing. On my birthday, drunk and done with heartbreak, I went home with a stranger. One reckless night. I slipped out before dawn, leaving a fake name. No more men. No more drama. Then the perfect job fell into my lap: personal assistant to Victoria Langford, a young, filthy-rich heiress. Live-in position, great pay, exactly what my sick little sister and I needed. I moved in, ready for a fresh start. Until I walked into her mansion and saw him. Marcus. In her arms. My fiancé was her boyfriend. Rage burned through me, but I swallowed it. I needed this job. He begged forgiveness, fed me lies about a big contract, how he never stopped loving me. Weak, stupid, lonely. I fell back into him. Secret touches, stolen nights, right under her nose. Then everything exploded. I came home to blood and sirens. Marcus swore he didn’t know what happened. But when the police started digging, he pointed the finger at me. How do I escape this? Who's the father of the child growing inside of me?

Anna was born the daughter of an Alpha, yet branded an omega and treated as nothing. When her fated mate, Alpha Lucas, publicly rejected and disgraced her, her own father casted her out as a rogue, sealing her fate. Broken and ready to die, Anna instead crossed paths with a wounded stranger…one night that changed everything. However, she left believing it was nothing more than a fleeting fairy tale only to return five years later with a secret. Forced back into the werewolf world to save her sick twins, Anna faces the last man she ever expected to see again, Alpha Ravok, the powerful, feared leader she once had a night stand with. Blind then, he never saw her face. Wolfless now, she carries no scent. He doesn’t recognize her… but his heart does. Bound by a contract marriage meant to benefit no one, Ravok despises what Anna represents—a rejected, disgraced single mother. Yet her presence soothes his rage, her children calm his violent wolf, and his control slowly unravels. Desire turns to protection. Coldness turns to possession. And against all reason, Ravok finds himself falling for the very woman he swore to make life miserable for. But how long does it last and what happens when Alpha Lucas returns to claim the children as his own?

All because I opened a window to air out the room, my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Celine Ashcroft, caught a cold. In a fit of rage, my husband, Ronan Blackwood, had his men bind me and drag me down to the ice cellar despite my being five months pregnant. "Don’t think that just because you’re carrying my child, you can bully Celine. If even a single hair on her head is harmed, I’ll make you repay it a hundredfold!" Shivering violently from the cold, I knelt through tears, begging for forgiveness. I promised that from now on I would serve his precious sweetheart well to atone, that I would never again let her suffer even the slightest harm. He only gave a cold order to seal the cellar, saying I needed to be taught a lesson so it would be burned into my memory. A week later, when Celine finally recovered from her cold, he finally remembered me in the cellar. "Vesper, have you truly realized your mistake? As long as you agree to kneel and apologize to Celine immediately, I’ll spare you." What he didn’t know was that by then, I had already frozen stiff in that ice cellar. And the child he had treasured so dearly no longer showed even the faintest sign of life.

Emilia was branded “the cursed omega” from childhood. Cut off from her inner wolf, rejected and despised, she endured five years of a forced marriage to Ricardo—an alpha who secretly hated her. When she finally becomes pregnant, Ricardo tries to kill her by throwing her off a cliff. But she survives. Scarred and shattered, Emilia returns to the mansion to retrieve her documents. There, she discovers she has already been replaced—her only friend, Cristina, is in her bed. Rage, pain, and betrayal awaken something inside her she never knew existed: her wolf rises whole, fierce, and lethal. Ricardo dies beneath her claws. Fleeing the justice of her pack, Emilia becomes a servant to King Alaric, the most powerful alpha in the known world. Alaric is a man of contradictions—ruthless with his enemies, generous to his subjects, insatiable in his desires. And suddenly, he wants her. Not because she is beautiful. Not because she is submissive. But because she is the only woman whose scent he cannot detect, the only one he cannot read, the only one who unsettles him. As Emilia navigates the dangers of the royal mansion, she discovers that her curse was never a curse at all. And that King Alaric—the monster everyone fears—might be the only man capable of understanding what she truly is. But in a world where power is the only currency that matters, can there be love between a king and his servant? Or is there only room for possession, obsession, and mutual destruction?