Elijah Mikaelson

Born a rogue, the lowest rank in her pack, Tatiana believed that she would have nothing to actually be able to hold on to as a future aside from that that was drawn to her, the same future that her parents had had throughout their lives. But when she is rejected by the one man that despises omegas more than anyone else, she finds herself being lost as Alpha Elijah kicks her out for being his mate, a lower rank. But Kieran is not what she expected. Tatiana assumes her life is over when she meets him, but instead of killing her, he sees something in her, something worth saving, something worth training. He takes her in, gives her a home, and pushes her beyond her limits, forcing her to break through the weakness that has held her down for so long. What Tatiana doesn’t know is that Kieran has a secret. He felt the mate bond the moment he saw her. And that was something that he intended to play with. To explore and to play was what Kieran planned on doing. Until, of course, he was able to get where he wanted. Until he got her heart to fall for him… But it is not only love that is waiting for them, it is also revenge. Not only does Tatiana plan her revenge on Elijah, but he too finds it in himself to want to ruin her for simply existing, for simply being the Rogue Alpha’s mate. And both will stop at nothing until that revenge is done…

She vanished from her past, became an ex-convict to save the billionaire BlackVale heir, Ethan. But little did she know that Ethan was sleeping with her stepsister, and his plan to marry her was only for his devious reasons. She smartly escaped her shadowy legacy to reclaim her birthright as the trillionaire heiress. Now, Isabella Hartman returns, fierce, unbreakable, and poised to dismantle the empire that betrayed her. Her enemies wouldn’t let her strive and now, there was a new love interest for in her in the same family she was once betrayed. Would she risk her empire to team with this BlackVale blood who swept her off her feet in style? “Hi, I am not Ethan BlackVale, I am Elijah Black.” Some legacies aren’t just inherited, they’re hunted.

"Imagine how much nicer it would be if you were in these handcuffs, squirming, pleading, yet needing, beneath me." His words caused a stir in my pants and a whirlwind in my life. They provoked images in my mind I never would have thought of on my own. Neither would have imagined that I would touch myself to his words. The reasons are simple, One, he is in cuffs because I am a detective and he is a criminal. Two, I have a girlfriend, I am straight. Nothing can ever happen between us. Elijah Stone is a star detective, model in all his ways, and a model girlfriend that he isn't sexually attracted to. Until criminal Jesse Harding walks into his life, ruining everything and needing Elijah's protection. Now Elijah has to fight bad guys, and his traitorous body that only wants to drown in Jesse's chaos.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”