Dorian Havilliard

Adeline was the Luna everyone overlooked—gentle, obedient, and too fragile to fight back. Married to Alpha Dorian of Wildwood Pack, she thought loyalty and love would shield her. Until the day she walked into his office, only to find him tangled in betrayal with his female Beta. Shattered and carrying his child, Adeline fled—but fate had other plans. A fatal crash ended her life… and began someone else’s. Miranda Vale was a contract killer in the human world—a woman forged by survival, anger, and fire. When she wakes up in Adeline’s broken body, she’s determined to use the second chance to finish what Adeline couldn’t. Revenge. Redemption. And freedom. But Wildwood is only the beginning. Her path collides with the Lycan King, Rafe, the brutal Alpha King who rules both the supernatural world and the underground with iron fists. Haunted by his past, he’s sworn off love, until the sharp-tongued, green-eyed ex-luna of Wildwood crashes into his world, tearing down his walls one insult at a time. Miranda now Adeline, swore she’d never fall. But what happens when vengeance ignites something deeper… and fate demands a price? He was her salvation. She was his chaos. But one of them doesn’t belong in this world… and time is running out.

“Please, stop," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper as Damien's lips trailed down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access, unable to resist the pleasure he was giving me. "Are you sure you want us to stop?" Dorian's voice was teasing, his hands exploring my body in a way that made my heart race. "I have a mate," I managed to say, the words coming out in a breathless plea. "Don't worry, we'll make you forget all about him," Rhett murmured, his lips capturing my nipple, sending a jolt of desire through me. How did my fate take such a dramatic turn? Framed by my ruthless stepmother and rejected by my destined mate, I was cast out of my pack, forced to leave behind everything I knew. The decree was clear: never set foot in my former home again. Yet, life had other plans. Now, I find myself bound to not one, but three stunningly handsome and formidable alphas - my second chance mates. How did I go from outcast to the center of their attention?"

Que faire lorsque la personne que vous aimez le plus vous oublie ? Miranda Whitmore pensait avoir enfin trouvé le bonheur lorsqu'elle a quitté son héritage pour épouser Cassian, l'homme qu'elle aimait. Mais après des années passées prisonnière d'un mariage glacial, humiliée et oubliée même par sa propre fille, le monde de Miranda s'écroule le jour où elle découvre la photo de famille parfaite… sans elle. Trahie par son mari. Rejetée par son fils. Poussée à bout, au sens propre comme au figuré, par celle qui l'a remplacée. Mais la mort ne l'emporte pas. Dorian Kensington, si. Lorsqu'il la sauve des abysses, au sens propre comme au figuré, il ne se con tente pas de lui tendre la main… il lui offre une seconde chance. Une chance de pouvoir. Une chance de se venger. Et peut-être… une chance d'aimer. Désormais, Miranda Harrington renaît en une femme prête à tout détruire plutôt que de jamais implorer à nouveau l'amour.

Rhea was nothing—an orphaned omega, forgotten in the shadows of Crescent Shadow Pack. She was bullied, ignored, and born into a world that never wanted her. Her only warmth came from Lyra, the Beta’s radiant daughter—a girl Rhea worshipped like the sun, the one blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Rhea lived for Lyra’s light. Until the Goddess turned her gaze. On her twentieth birthday, Rhea is thrust into the center of a destiny she never asked for—fated mate to the Alpha’s triplet sons. Three brothers, one throne, and a bond that will crown her as Luna. But only one mate can ascend. And the others? They may destroy her before they let her choose. Cassian, the wild heir who once loved Lyra and now hates Rhea for taking her place. Lucian, the perfect firstborn with ambition in his eyes and loyalty that cuts like a blade. Dorian, the soft-spoken charmer with a secret fire and a desperate hunger to matter. As power swells and envy brews, Rhea must rise from the ashes of who she was. The Moon has chosen her, but the pack? They will not kneel easily. Especially not when her bond pushes Lyra—the sun she once lived for—into shadow. Will Lyra accept becoming the shadow or will she come back for the light that was hers? In a world ruled by legacy and ambition, Rhea must decide if she is a girl surviving fate—or a Luna shaping it.

The night Araya was born, the Moon refused her. Marked as wolfless, mocked and forgotten, she grew up as prey in her own pack. Even her fated mate broke the bond with a smirk and left her bleeding at the border — for rogues to finish. But they forgot one thing: Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. Until, in the silence between heartbeats, something older than gods whispered: “She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence.” Now Araya walks again — no longer mortal, no longer meek. She is Hollow-Blood reborn, daughter of the fire that swallowed fate, heir to a throne no god dares name. And fate has bound her to Dorian—Azrien—the exiled god chained to shadow and ruin. He expected to crave nothing but vengeance. Until her. Araya is the mate his immortal soul demands, the salvation he denies, and the spark that could either set him free… or burn the world to ash. But enemies stir in silence. Adira, the Luna who would claim the Alpha prince at any cost, forges a pact with a creature older than gods, a monster chained in rot and darkness. The price she pays will rip fate itself open. Betrayals. Forbidden desire. Gods who bleed. Wolves who kneel. And at the heart of it, one truth no prophecy can silence: The gods will end. She will not. And the last prophecy carved into stone whispers: “The Flame That Walks Returns. Let the gods burn first.”

Sera Voss spent three years shrinking herself. Growing up as the hidden daughter of Alpha Caden Voss, she had been raised in power—marble halls, guarded doors, and a future carved in certainty. She was meant to lead. Instead, she chose Eli Grant. They met in a border town where she introduced herself as just Sera—no title, no legacy. Eli was easy, warm, uncomplicated. Loving him felt like freedom. So she gave up everything quietly and followed him into a smaller life, convincing herself she was happy being ordinary. Then Mila returned. Eli’s first love came back sharper, stronger, and impossible to ignore. Sera saw the truth long before he said it—that she was second place in a story that had started before her. Still, she stayed. Because leaving meant admitting she had chosen wrong. Eli ended it simply. Mila was his fated mate. He was sorry. Four days later, Sera learned she was pregnant. She told no one. She went home. The Voss palace received her without questions. Six months later, she stood before the continent—pregnant, composed, untouchable—and reclaimed her title. She gave birth to twin boys and rebuilt herself from the ground up: in law, diplomacy, and power. The girl who left for love returned as something far more dangerous. Years later, at the Continental Alpha Convention, Eli saw her again. Not the girl he dismissed—but a leader. A force. And before he could reach her, another man did. Alpha Dorian Crest crossed the room, addressed her by her full title, and stood at her side as if he had always belonged there. Eli spent the rest of the convention trying to find a moment alone with her. Sera never gave him one.

Wren Hastings crée de magnifiques espaces pour la vie des autres. Elle excelle dans ce domaine. Exceptionnelle, même. Ce qu’elle ne maîtrise pas, en revanche, c’est rester assez longtemps quelque part pour en avoir besoin. Quand un contrat de rénovation de six semaines la conduit au domaine Ashwood, dans la campagne du Vermont, elle s’attend à un client difficile, un budget généreux et une sortie sans accroc. Ce qu’elle obtient, c’est Dorian Ashwood : contrôlé, autoritaire, et qui se dresse sur son chemin dès son arrivée. L’offre qu’il lui fait lors de sa deuxième nuit sur place est simple. Participer au sommet familial en tant que sa compagne. Garder l’arrangement strictement professionnel. Partir quand le contrat prend fin. Elle pose ses conditions. Il accepte la plupart d’entre elles. Ce à quoi ni l’un ni l’autre ne s’attend, c’est ce qui se produit ensuite : la maison qui commence à lui ressembler, la famille qui l’absorbe sans demander la permission, et l’homme qui l’a choisie parmi un portfolio sans pouvoir expliquer pourquoi elle est la seule chose, dans son monde si soigneusement ordonné, qu’il ne parvient plus à maîtriser. Puis elle découvre les documents. Et l’arrangement cesse d’être le plus grand secret de la maison.