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Ever since we were kids, I'd always known how to make use of my gentle childhood friend for things like sending him on errands, and borrowing his allowance. He never complained. Just silently indulged me. Things continued the same way until the day we got engaged. That's when everything snapped into place. That was the day we both woke up. I was just a throwaway character in a novel. He was the male lead—fated to fall in love and end up with the novel's heroine. I was stunned. Ready to walk away. But he was furious. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. He grabbed my hand and dragged me straight to City Hall. "Screw the novel. Screw the plot. The only thing I know is that I love you, and I want forever with you." After we got married, he treated me like I was made of glass. Gentle. Meticulous. We worked side by side, building a reputation as a power couple in the business world. The events of the novel faded into the background. I fell deeper in love with him. Three years later, the youngest daughter of a real estate tycoon started her internship at our company. That day, there was a fire in the office. In the chaos, the girl stumbled into a shelving unit. It came crashing down, headed straight for my husband. I didn't hesitate. I threw myself in front of him. Pain exploded in my skull. Blood poured down my face. The girl, in her panic, had fallen to the ground, crying out, "Aaron, help me!" My husband's face went pale. His expression—pure terror—as he ran toward her without a second thought. "Grace!" he cried. Lightning split through me. My face drained of color. The heroine in the novel—her name was Grace.

Kylie’s mate told her he had a surprise for her, but the real surprise was finding out he was sleeping with her stepmom. An eye for an eye: she went after his sexy father instead. "You slept with my stepmom? I’ll sleep with your dad."

“No!" I said, cutting him off blandly. There was no way I was going to have a mate. I just lost my father and my entire pack. This was the last thing on my mind. "I reject the mate bond," I said without flinching. "I reject... whatever this is." life took a twisted turn for Keliegh when her first love deceived her just to get revenge on her pack and killed her father while she escaped at the verge of death but what happens when the moon goddess has more install for her as she is also mated to the twin Alpha kings who saved her life while she ran from her first love. She walks down the rough path as her first love is on the look out for her, and the twin Alpha brings their own trouble to play. How would she survive through this part?.

“If you dare touch my mate again then I will kill you. I wouldn’t once care if you are my twin brother,” Cain growled viciously wrapping me warmly in a protective grasp. I had once again found myself in a familiar position than a few seconds ago but unlike the previous one this left butterflies in my stomach. ‘Mate!’ my wolf contentedly sighed, already overcoming her past loss of one mate as she found another, much more loving and accepting. Her feelings of love and affection coursed through my veins and I too felt hope blossom in my heart. ****** Asa Trine, an orphaned werewolf gets rejected as soon as she finds her mate only to find that her second chance mate is none other than her mate’s twin! Finding herself between two Alpha brothers and in their cold war to win the final title of the Alpha of their pack, she is in for a grind but that’s not the only peril her way. Unknown to her an entity is lurking in the shadows gripping the innocent lives of her friends and family. What will she do then and how is she going to deal with her personal problems while overcoming a greater tide that is endangering to sweep away everything that she has ever known dear to her? Th answer is simple, she will have to risk it her all! Even if it means that she will be jeopardizing her relationship with her lover, her mate.

Sable Hart has spent her life staying invisible in Briar Hollow—until the day Nightfell’s Alpha, Caelan Varr, is buried and a burning mate mark appears on her wrist. The pack calls it impossible: a bond formed after death. Lyra Varr, Caelan’s ruthless mother and Luna of Nightfell, names Sable the “widow” and orders her taken for judgment under pack law. Before chains can close, Caelan’s voice slips into Sable’s ear from the darkness of her car—cold, intimate, possessive—forcing the engine to turn over and pushing her onto a forgotten highway. Redcrest intercepts her. Garrick Thorne, their amber-eyed Alpha, offers protection with a smile that cuts: Sable isn’t just marked—she’s leverage, a doorway to Caelan’s blood-right, and the prize that can tip a brewing pack war. Desperate for answers, Sable follows the pull of the mark to Maeven Crowe, a bone-seer who collects truth like debt. Maeven confirms what Sable fears: widow-bonds don’t stay quiet. They get hungry. And doors don’t choose who walks through. Caught between Lyra’s merciless authority and Garrick’s strategic hunger, Sable must bargain with a witch, outmaneuver two packs, and decide whether Caelan is her fated protector… or the first mask worn by the thing trying to claim her body. Because Caelan wasn’t the only thing that came back.

My mom gave birth to a pair of twins. While I lived with my grandma in the countryside since young, my younger sister, Katrina Coffey, got to live with our parents. I only got to live with my family after I got into a high school in the city. I thought I'd be able to experience what it feels like to be loved by my family. What I didn't know was that this would be the start of my nightmares. My family alienated me, treating me as though I were an outsider. My status was even lower than that of Katrina's dog. Later on, Katrina forcibly stuffed a piece of mango, which I was allergic to, into my mouth. Her excuse was that she wanted to help me get rid of my allergy. I tried to plead with my parents for help with great difficulty, but they merely glanced at me icily. "What's with the complaints? Are you saying that we can't have mangoes anymore because of you from now on?" "What allergy? All you have to do is eat more mangoes, and you'll be fine!" What they didn't know was that people actually die from severe allergies.

“I own every inch of your body, Astra,” he murmured behind her, his fingers tracing slow patterns along her thigh. Astra arched her back in response despising how her body responded to his touch. She was a captive. His captive. <> Few years earlier, Astra had fled on the night of her mating ceremony with Alpha Remus, leaving him consumed by rage. Thalor Caine, Remus’s exiled brother, was hired under contract to hunt her down, unaware that she was his fated mate. Now, Astra’s family is gone. unalived. And Thalor is blamed for their deaths. But then he does the unthinkable. He marries Astra and crowns her his Luna. Trapped as the Luna of the Alpha accused of killing her family, Astra is bound to a male she never chose and has sworn to hate. As enemies rise to tear them apart, Astra and Thalor must face the question: can love be born from ruin, are some betrayals beyond forgiveness?

Five years after finding out what she is, Bella Mackenzie spent this years knowing nothing but hate and scorn, treated as an outcast by even her own family "Wait for mate and end this curse. "That was Bella's notion until the night of her step-sister's ritual ceremony and the one who was supposed to love despises her like no other, her mate. Sold for a price to Alpha Damien, her supposed mate, Bella has a new identity in the Bloodbath pack, 'slave and property of the cold blooded mafia alpha. Despite being under the mercy of the notorious alpha of all, Bella is determined to make him acknowledge her as his mate, but Damien already made a vow to make her suffer, for trying to deceive him with her manipulative stealer powers. What will happen when destiny plays its role in their lives? Or maybe her destiny is cursed too, and at the end of the tunnel there is nothing but darkness. ***** "Brace up stealer, you have a lot coming your way." He moved back and crossed his arms behind him, his face morphed into a plain emotionless look. "Tonight you'll be initiated into the pack, then you begin your duty as my slave."

Turning eighteen wasn't as pleasant for Esmy as it was for other teenagers. Her body was changing, and worse-her foster father was found dead in the woods close by to her house and on his body was her hairband. With only flashes of her memory from the night before, Esmy had no idea what was happening to her, until she met a man who seemed to know about her kind-she felt drawn to him like a magnetic pull, never understanding what a mate bond was. But instead of helping her, Esmy is abandoned and rejected by her mate. Whilst searching for answers, Esmy encountered another man-Killian Rollins, a man whom she also felt an unexplainable bond with but he turns out to be her mate's brother. What happens when Esmy is mated to two half brothers? How will Esmy figure out about her bloodline? Will she be able to overcome the mate bond?

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, someone threw a corrosive potion at me, leaving my face disfigured. In front of everyone, Oliver Fielding—my fated mate, the one promised to me for eight years—coldly rejected me and claimed the Alpha's younger stepsister, Isabella Dorsey, instead. That same night, Alpha Lucas Dorsey placed a moonstone ring in my hand. "If Oliver won't claim you, then I will. And I'll make sure you get justice." He brushes his fingers over my corroded, scarred cheek and whispers tenderly, "Evelyn, even in such a state, you're more beautiful than anyone else." Since he claimed me, Lucas has treated me like something sacred. He remembers every little thing I love and hate. Even when the painful memories overwhelm me and I lash out in panic, he just presses a kiss to my palm, his pain lingering in the touch. How could I not be completely lost to him? However, three years later, I overhear Lucas speaking with his assassin outside the council chamber. "That silver-laced corrosive potion I had you prepare—was the dosage correct?" The assassin hesitates before replying, "Alpha, if you care about Evelyn so much, why would you—" "Isabella wants Oliver, so I'll help her by removing the obstacle—Evelyn." He runs his thumb over the herbal sachet I made him and murmurs, "It's just… I've grown strangely reluctant to let Evelyn go. She's my pawn, after all." I wipe away my tears. If I'm nothing more than an obstacle to him, I'll save him the trouble and walk away on my own.