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My mate, Alpha Julian, was born ruthless. He fell for a mute human girl, an innocent orphan whose scent could calm any wolf. He’d fought in pack wars his whole life. But with her, he discovered love. He only mated with me to secure his bloodline. His wolf never wanted me. I found out about their affair and confronted him at the full moon ceremony. I screamed. I raged. He didn't even look at me. "If you can't accept her," he said, "we can sever the bond. I'll give you your freedom and half my wealth." I refused. Again and again. But he was relentless. He wiped out my pack. He allied with witches and tortured my parents to death in silver cages. I knelt before him, broken and begging. I could only watch as dark magic devoured them. The pain shattered me. I passed out. And woke up on the day I first learned of his betrayal. This time, I didn't scream. I plotted. I contacted a powerful Alpha in the North, arranging sanctuary for my people. I planned my escape. But when I finally vanished, Julian was the one who went insane. He was the one who begged me to come back.

I ended up with the person who used to bully me in school. As the morning sunlight seeped into the room, I barely moved my arm when the arm wrapped around my waist tightened, pulling me closer. Ethan Chambers lowered his head to kiss my neck, his deep voice tinged with a husky tone from just waking up. "Did you fall asleep last night?" I froze for a moment before nodding obediently. In the past, I might have resisted, but three weeks with him taught me a simple lesson to be compliant. He took my hand, which rested at my side, and interlaced his fingers with mine, playing with them as if amused. Leaning close to my hair, he let out a low chuckle full of interest. "This time, you didn’t throw away the ring I gave you?" He was referring to the diamond ring on my finger. There had been two others before this one—one I hid in the freezer, and the other I threw into the fountain in the garden downstairs. I didn’t want to think about the consequences of losing the first two rings for now, but the result of the third ring was clear: I was going to marry him, the person I once feared the most.

I once thought that my and Sebastian Ford's love would last a lifetime. Yet, the man who claims to love me does everything possible to hurt me. He takes wedding photos with another woman and goes on vacation with her. They even sleep in the same room. When making love to me, he speaks to a friend in a foreign language. He tells the friend he will marry another woman but keep me bound to him with a fake marriage certificate.

"I can't accept a liar as my mate even if you are the almighty Alpha Gregor!" Eleanor glared at the only man that captured her heart. "And you think you can escape? You can try!" His magnetic voice was low yet it instills fear in anyone who hears it. But not for Eleanor Rigby... the strong, powerful, and kind but a little innocent warrior. The only daughter of Beta Rigby and a fierce female warrior of the Blue Crystal Pack. She had various rejections of suitors because she felt they were too arrogant not until she saved the arrogant and ruthless Alpha Gregor of the Red Blood Pack who she thought was a helpless omega who happened to be her mate too. He was set up by his trusted gamma and was almost killed but narrowly escaped due to the quick intervention of Eleanor. When he woke up and found out that Eleanor was his mate and enemy, he decided to hide his identity and know more about her. Tragedy struck when Eleanor found out his real identity but unfortunately for her, she had already allowed him to mark her. Notwithstanding, she was determined to reject him and face the consequences but before she could, Alpha Gregor knocked her out and took her to his pack as his captive. His special captive. Filled with anger and hatred, Eleanor tried to escape but she had to face betrayals from people closest to her and at the end he was the only one with her. Will she give him another chance or will she continue with her plan of escape and possible revenge?

Kaleb is the handsome Alpha of the powerful and wealthy MoonFlame Pack. Unwilling to accept Kiara, a poor, cursed, and wolfless Omega for a mate, he rejects her. He refused to see her to be more than just his plaything. Rejected and banished, Kiara leaves the pack heartbroken with a secret the Alpha must never know- She’s pregnant with his pups. After five years, Kaleb is dreaded as the Alpha with an insatiable thirst for the blood of female werewolves. Cursed by the Moon Goddess, he can do nothing but watch as his pack crumbles. Meanwhile, Kiara is now the CEO of a famous wine company with three adorable kids she dotes on. Dark clouds gather when little Kelly mysteriously goes missing, and history unfolds even darker secrets of the MoonFlame pack. The union of an Alpha and his mate seems to be her only salvation. Brought together by fate, Kaleb regrets letting go of Kiara, but will she take him back? ** “Kiara, how many times do I have to say how sorry I am for hurting you? I need you. I love you. I can’t-” “Just stop!” Kiara cut in, anger evident in her eyes. “You have no idea what I went through after you banished me. Keep your apologies and your love to yourself. As soon as we find Kelly, I’m leaving for good!”

Thirty would be Alpha males determined to prove themselves and practically bursting with testosterone stuck on a mountain together. Oh, make that twenty-nine males and one stubborn female. All because Alpha Braden of Misty Glen has every confidence his daughter is just as good, if not the best that the werewolf world has to offer in terms of a leader. She’s been raised to believe she’s just as strong, smart and capable as any male. Dakota is convinced nothing could stand in the way of proving herself. Except of course, finding out that her partner at the alpha Blood Creek camp is none other than her fated mate. Dex has always been the strong silent type, but meeting Dakota forces him to see everything through new eyes. The eyes… of a mate. Excerpt: My wolf lets out a low growl to assert his dominance, and to let this creature know that we are not going to take the bait. It’s actually a brilliant idea. There’s literally no chance any males would expect this kind of trap. So dangling a sweet smelling and likely beautiful she-wolf in front of us makes sense. Only there’s nothing else out here. Nothing at all. Where the hell is the wildlife? And surely there are some camp people out here to witness this? Not that I think anyone would physically hurt a female but… They wouldn’t be dumb enough to throw her literally to the wolves would they?

Reign was one the most successful and popular rock artist in the world, she was a star in her own right. She worked ten times harder than her male counterparts. There was a handful of female artists who had achieved the same kind of success she has at such a young age. She was very proud of what she had accomplished in the last three years. It wasn’t easy, she was only fifteen when her manager, Mac, discovered her. She’d been touring and recording nonstop since she started three years ago. Her and her band have been together since the start of her career, they were all around the same age, but she was the youngest of the five of them. When it was decided that they would be taking at least six months off, the twin’s, Jyden and Jazlyn, parents invited Reign and the other two band members to come and spend their vacation with them. They lived in a small rural village on the coast of Scotland. It was secluded enough that security wouldn’t be a problem to arrange. Security was their specialty; they ran one of the most successful security firms in the world, Hunt Security. Six months before her 18th birthday, she became the object of a psycho stalker and her manager hired Hunt Security Company. Little did she know that the brother of her guitarist and drummer was the one who would be in charge of her private security and become more than just her bodyguard.

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"