Ethan Klein Tattoo

“You walked into the wrong place at the wrong time, Alvina,” he said quietly, his eyes cold as steel. “Now, you’re mine….” When Alvina Frost runs away from an arranged marriage to a man ten times her age, the last thing she expects is to stumble into another. Desperate and terrified, she hides inside a church, only to interrupt a grand wedding ceremony that changes her life forever. Before she can understand what’s happening, the groom — billionaire CEO Ethan Kale — claims her as his fiancée in front of the entire congregation. To the world, she’s the woman who stole another’s groom. To Ethan, she’s the perfect solution to his corporate scandal. And to herself, she’s just a pawn trapped in a dangerous game she never agreed to play. Forced to live under the same roof with a man who hides his pain behind a cold façade, Alvina must survive his rules, his silence, and his secrets. But as days turn into nights, she discovers that lies can turn into something far more dangerous—feelings. “Sign the contract,” Ethan said. “Be my wife for six months. No love. No strings attached. No touching.” But as her heart begins to betray her, Alvina realizes that some lies are too deep to escape.

To save his childhood sweetheart suffering from a congenital heart condition, my mate Ethan—the storm pack’s Alpha—forced me to remove my heart to be given to his beloved. "Don't worry, you are the rarest white wolf with the strongest healing ability. I have prepared an artificial heart for you, and you will be fine." Ethan said. I tried to explain to my mate Ethan that my healing ability has become very poor in the past year, so that transplanting my heart would kill me. My mate snarled at me with disgust, "Selene is so gravely ill, and here you are, jealous and fighting for attention! She saved my life when I was suffering from silver poisoning a year ago! You won't die anyway, so why can't you help her?" Under the mandatory order of my mate, I was sent to the pack healer for the heart transplant. He didn’t know that I was the one who had exchanged my rare white wolf's healing ability with a witch to save him from silver poisoning. In the end, with my healing abilities gone, I died miserably in a forgotten corner of the empty healer's cabin.

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

"Unwed and Expecting" follows the tumultuous journey of Sophia Harrington, a young woman whose perfect life shatters on her wedding day when she is abandoned at the altar by the man she thought was her soulmate. Alone and humiliated, Sophia discovers she is pregnant—a secret she kept, hoping to surprise her groom. Now, she's forced to navigate a new reality as an unwed mother-to-be.Sophia's world is turned upside down as she battles societal judgment, her family's disapproval, and her own fears of raising a child alone. But when she meets Ethan Caldwell, a brooding yet compassionate businessman with a troubled past, she finds an unexpected ally. Ethan, dealing with his own pain of being "extinguished twice"—once by a failed marriage and again by a betrayal in his career—relates deeply to Sophia's sense of loss and uncertainty. Despite their initial resistance, a bond forms between them, filled with undeniable chemistry and shared wounds.However, just as Sophia begins to open her heart, her ex-fiancé returns, claiming he made a mistake and begging for forgiveness. Sophia is torn between the past and the potential future with Ethan. The core struggle centers on Sophia’s journey to self-worth and her fight to choose what's best for herself and her unborn child, rather than what others expect of her. Meanwhile, Ethan must confront his own fears of being hurt again, questioning whether he’s truly capable of being the man Sophia and her child need.Cliffhanger: As Sophia prepares to make her final decision, a shocking revelation about Ethan’s past surfaces, threatening to destroy the fragile trust they’ve built. Will Sophia find the strength to forgive and move forward, or will the weight of past betrayals extinguish her chance at happiness once more?

I was a she-wolf in heat. During this cycle, I needed release multiple times a day, or the ache became unbearable. Every morning, I woke up soaking wet, my panties clinging to my slick entrance. Even the slightest movement made the emptiness feel maddening. My Alpha mate, Ethan, was supposed to be home taking care of my needs, but he’d been away on pack business for over two weeks. After patrolling the territory, I couldn't suppress the urge any longer. Panting heavily, I ducked behind a secluded thicket and began to touch myself. Just then, a rough, large hand grabbed my ass from behind, squeezing hard. A shiver ran through my entire body. I intended to snap at the intruder, ready to tell him to fuck off, but when I turned around, my face burned with a blush. It was Liam—Ethan's brother who had just arrived at the pack. He was a tall, handsome Alpha with rock-hard muscles and eyes burning with lust. He hadn't recognized me; he thought I was just some random she-wolf in heat and continued to grope me shamelessly. "Let's see who we have here," Liam murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just a little she-wolf in heat, acting like a bitch in need." His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, driving my inner wolf wild with the heat. My slick coated my thighs as the wetness increased. My muscles tensed, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain, aching to be pinched by him. Embarrassment warred with desire. I knew this was wrong—he was my mate's brother. What if Ethan found out? But my body wouldn't listen. My hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his fingers. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan……

Para nuestro séptimo aniversario, mi compañero, el Alfa Ethan, nos envió a mi cachorra y a mí al Altar de la Diosa de la Luna. Me dijo que era una sorpresa: para cumplirle a nuestra cachorra su sueño de ver una lluvia de meteoritos desde el pico más alto del territorio. Pero Ethan nunca llegó. Las runas protectoras a mis pies chisporrotearon y luego se apagaron. El suelo bajo nuestros pies comenzó a desmoronarse. Mi cachorra gritó, su pequeño cuerpo iba deslizándose hacia el abismo. Me abalancé, agarrándole la mano justo antes de que cayera por el borde. Grité su nombre a través de nuestro enlace mental. Noventa y nueve veces, se negó a responder. En mi centésimo grito, el enlace no solo se abrió, sino que se rompió por completo. No fue su voz la que respondió. Fueron sus sentidos, inundando los míos. Lo vi todo. A él. A otra loba. Y a él, enterrado en lo más profundo de ella. —Sabía que me amabas, Ethan —ronroneó su voz empalagosa—. Incluso sacrificaste a Marcus, solo para salvar a nuestro Leo de la enfermedad del alma. Haría lo que fuera por ti. La voz de Ethan era de terciopelo y hielo. —Para. Si Sera no me hubiera traicionado, nunca habrías tenido la oportunidad de gestar a mi heredero. Una vez que me deshaga de su otra cachorra, la bastarda de Julian, podremos volver a ser perfectos. Mi mundo se hizo añicos. Mi cachorro... Renegados. Siempre creí que los renegados me lo habían robado. Pero fue su propio padre. Lo sacrificó por una mentira. Con mis últimas fuerzas, llamé a Julian. —Romperé mi vínculo con Ethan —gruñí en el nuevo enlace—. Hazme tu Luna. A cambio, te ayudaré a quemar su manada hasta los cimientos.

What were the odds that I'd just fucked my boss and been too buzzed, too horny to clock it? Impossible. Catastrophic. My life was like a ticking bomb of fuckups already; this would only make it explode. "Get a grip, Shayle," I whispered, shaking my head hard. It can't be. -------------- What would you do if you found out you only had four months left to live? In the case of Shayle Vale, she was the definition of a plain Jane; quiet, overlooked, and freshly dumped by a boyfriend who called her ‘boring’. But when the doctor drops her death sentence, she decides ‘boring’ dies today. She made a list; Quit her job, Lose her virginity to her hot next-door neighbor, get a tattoo and Do what the fuck she wants. But life doesn’t play fair. Her shitty boss refused to accept her resignation, her neighbor was allegedly still a virgin, and nothing on her list was going according to plan. Now Shayle’s plain, safe little life is spiraling into messy office wars, late-night temptations, secrets she never saw coming and a toxic love triangle. Will she tick off her last wishes, or will fate throw her off the list completely and into the arms of two sinfully attractive men instead?

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Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia’s legs spread for the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the brutal, filthy fucking her body craves. Ethan has the thick, merciless cock that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she screams into his mouth, the glass shower where he pins her dripping wet, the marital bed where he pumps her full night after night while Victor sleeps in ignorance thirty thousand feet away. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s a dripping, obsessed slut who counts the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can split her open, ruin her, and make her come so hard she forgets she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No panties. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with Ethan’s cum still warm inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.

It had been ten years, and Ethan—my mate—and I still didn’t have a pup. One day, he suggested we adopt one from the Werewolf Orphan Charity Agency. “My mate,” he said gently, “pregnancy is too hard for you. You’d have to go through so many checkups and herbs. Your wolf shouldn’t have to suffer like that.” When others heard this, they all said Ethan loved me deeply—that he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. But I saw the truth with my own eyes. He took an infant pup from another she-wolf. “Luckily, Mia isn’t pregnant,” he said. “That way, the excuse of adopting an infant works—and the pup can have a legitimate status in my clan.” I knew that she-wolf well. The same one Ethan used to call a “stupid omega.” Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I called my mentor at the Werewolf Research Academy. “I want to devote myself to herb research,” I said calmly. Three days from now, during the pup’s first New Moon blessing, I’ll fake my death in a fire. No one will be able to stop me.