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My name is Kemira, and I am an omega. I was blamed for my Luna’s death as a wolf-less pup. My true mate turned out to be the Alpha’s son who rejected me instantly. Now, I am bound to the former Alpha’s sick, twisted games and torture. As penance for my sins. When the Lycan King arrives, he finds me chained and beaten. Though he refuses the bond, he can’t deny our connection. Can he? .... “Oh goddess!” I moan as my heat surges. “What is it? More pain?” He asks as I take his hand, moving it to my pulsating core. I need his touch. “Kemira, I can’t.” He fights his lycan as I grind on his hand in the ice bath. “Please. I need you.” I beg him and his lycan. “Takoa.” His hand slides down my stomach. The coolness contrasts against my burning heat. His fingers slide between my wet folds. Circling my nub. “Yes… goddess, yes!” I moan as his pace quickens. He slides a thick finger inside me. “More. Please.” I moan. He adds a second finger. Feeling my p8ssy stretch. Trying to take him. “You feel so good, baby.” He whispers, stroking me faster. I grip the tub as his free hand massages then squeezes my n9pple. I gasp arching into him. “Takoa!” I moan falling apart. He doesn’t stop until I collapse against him. He pulls his fingers from my core and licks them clean. “So delicious” He whispers.

"Onyx, remove your hand. If you continue to touch, you will lose." He chuckled as she exhaled "The condition was to not give in and fuck, Ophelia. I'm merely touching!" As his fingers returned to their former position, she forced herself to relax. She cursed herself in her head for setting the bar at fuck. When his fingers worked circles around her clit, she nearly died on the spot. As the moist fabric glided over her sensitive area, her release became more urgent, and she regulated her breathing as he quickened his speed. His gaze never left hers, as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face, she was growing desperate for release at this point and could just beg. "You simply have to ask, Ophelia, and I'll give you the release you want!" As her name flowed off his tongue, she shivered. "No!" Her voice was clipped, strained even. "Are you certain? Imagine how splendid it would feel when you cum all over my finger here under this table and when I fill your pussy after dinner. Raw and hard, just how you like it." Onyx Reighs is perhaps one of the finest Chief executives in town. He was respected by his subordinates and desired by females since he possessed every excellent precision a man should have as a leader. But by the end of the night, he was the most notorious player. To him, the purpose of life was to work hard and enjoy life to the fullest. No woman could ever resist his enchantments, and he hadn't expected to know the word "rejected" until she came to fly his bird. What will happened when the lady who rejected him turned out to be his soulmate?

As I turn to march out of the room, my feet stop and my breath hitches. "Bryanna. Why…” I whip back around and glare at them. "You aren't to use that name in public. Only when we are in private and alone.” Jacob flashes me a crooked smile. His eyes sparkle as he waves his finger around in the air. “We are alone. It is only us three in here.” He rests his arm on the table and gives me a cheesy grin, almost daring me to slap it off him. His t-shirt stretches tight against his muscular chest and accents his well-defined muscles. He has a true alpha body. The sparkle in his light brown eyes shimmers as he leans forward. In a deep, husky voice, he adds, “We know all your secrets. Plus, we can see your true self. The one nobody else can see because of the magic spell. Should I go on?” My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I stumble forward. How could he act like this? Bryanna, the heir to her pack, is forced into a contract relationship right before her eighteenth birthday which her father claims to be the best for both her and the pack. However, as she gets older, she soon realizes the contract relationship may not be the best choice for her, but it was a great choice for her father. When Bryanna and the contract are on the verge of falling apart, she faces a choice only she can make. Does she fight for the mate she can't detect at the risk of her secret coming out? Or does she sacrifice her happiness for the pack and her father's wishes while also keeping her secret buried?

"Why are you following me?" She asked, turning to fix her blue gaze on mine, causing my heart to become frantic. "Don't just stand there! Speak!" Letting a slow smile spread across my lips, I moved forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. "Because," I began, hitching a finger in the collar of my shirt. "Since the day you put this on me, you've been mine." "T-that's!" She gasped, her eyes growing wide. "But how?" "It doesn't matter." I whispered, finding myself getting lost in the warmth that I hadn't felt in so long. "All that matters is that I've caught you now and you won't ever escape me again. Sequel to The Rogue She-Wolf's Professor Two years had past since the tragedy of that night. Two long years with no answers and no clues as to the whereabouts of those responsible or his missing mate. With each passing moment, he felt as though all hope was being lost. That is, of course, until he suddenly finds himself standing face-to-face with the woman he searched so long for and it turns out she too is looking for the ones he seeks. Though Marissa is back, she is completely different. Her humanity is slowly slipping as she fights to remain in control. The rogue deep within her is itching to escape and if it manages to succeed all hope will be lost forever. Together, Travis and Marissa must work to rebuild the pieces of their lives that have been lost thanks to those determined to ruin them. Will they be able to succeed or will they end up losing everything? Read to find out!

"...hot..." She murmured softly. "I feel hot..." "Why did you come here?" Tristan probed, not attempting to pull her body, which was still clinging to him away. "Heh... who are you?" She questioned with keen interest. That question made him pause as he regarded her face. He didn't know if it was the drug or if she was just drunk. "Who do you think I am?" She held her chin, looking him over and remarked, "Gorgeous." She squealed, "Come, let me read your fortune." "Fortune?" Tristan's gaze flicked to her face, which was red and flushed. Raven nodded quickly, grabbed his palm, and seriously began to trail her fingers over it. It looked like she was just scribbling nonsense with her finger, and a small throaty laugh escaped his lips at the sight. "Stop laughing." She looked up and admonished him, the look on her face serious. Tristan chuckled and nodded - he actually liked this version of her more. She suddenly stopped playing with his palm and exclaimed excitedly, clapping her palms together. "I know, I know now. I know what you need." Tristan gazed at her. "What is that?" "Me." She patted her chest, a candid look on her face. "You need me." Tristan's lips twitched imperceptibly. Was this a side effect of the drug? *** When Raven was rejected by her fated mate, leaving her in despair, she had a one night stand with a stranger. Little did she know that he was the country's most influential alpha.What will she do when the supposed powerful man keeps clinging to her and insists she takes responsibility after a one night stand?

What do you do when your first love, who crushed your heart into a million pieces, crashes your engagement party and proposes a marriage? Certainly you would would show her the door and slip a ring on the fiancé's finger like a sane person. But Damien Callahan? He did the exact opposite. —------------ Time stopped for Damien Callahan eight years ago when Anastasia, his first love, left him without explanation and moved to another continent and left him with nothing but their heartbreaking memories. Giving in to his family’s demands, he eventually agreed to marry his best friend. But on the day of his engagement, Anastasia returned and proposing marriage– A Contract Marriage to be exact. Damien is done playing the lovesick fool. If she wants a contract marriage, she will get it but he will make sure she regrets every second of it. The contract might be hers but terms and conditions would be his. …………. Anastasia Spencer fled her home years ago to escape the schemes of her stepmother and stepsister. Their betrayal cost her not just her first love, but also her mother, her only true family. Now, after years of planning, she’s back to reclaim everything that was taken from her—her wealth, her revenge, and the man she never stopped loving. Her Plan is simple: Step one: Steal Damien from her wicked stepsister. Step two: Reclaim her father’s fortune. Step three: Make them all pay for what they did. It seemed simple, right? Except she didn’t count on Damien flipping the script. In the end, it is a game where love, power, and revenge are at stake, who will win and who will be left with nothing?

“I'm so sorry, Leo,” I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. Tears of guilt and self-blame streamed down my cheeks as I stood before him, eyes cast downward. Despite the fact that I was his prisoner and he was my warden, I couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to him. I told him, “It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you go-” “Damn it, Alessandra. I don't want your apology,” Leonardo snapped, lifting my chin with a firm finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. His voice was hard as steel as he continued, “I want you to write a fucking essay about how much you think about me. How you crave my touch. I want to hear you say you love me, because I swear it in this life, mia principessa, there won't be anyone else but me.” ----------------------------------------------------- When Alessandra Scavelli is forced into marrying Leonardo De Castello, her childhood sweetheart turned feared mafia kingpin, her world is thrown into chaos. Leonardo, still madly in love with her, sees this as a chance to reclaim their lost romance. Alessandra, however, is torn by a secret mission handed to her by her family: infiltrate Leonardo's syndicate and bring it down from within. As she delves into Leonardo's dangerous world, Alessandra finds herself conflicted between her family’s demands and the undeniable pull of her own heart. The once clear lines between loyalty and love blur, and she must navigate a treacherous path where betrayal lurks at every corner. Will Alessandra follow through with her family's plan, or will she surrender to the passion that threatens to consume her?

“There’s something else, and I’m curious to know what it is.” His face inched closer to my neck, and he inhaled deeply. My grip on my purse tightened, my heart pounding against my chest as I fought the urge to whimper and curl into his chest. “There’s something about you that entrances me, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” “If this is an attempt to coax me into accepting your proposal, you’re wasting your time. I will not marry you.” ~ ‘Alphas are heartless and egoistic creatures. They view us, omegas, as mere playthings for their twisted desires. You must never, under any circumstances, associate yourself with an alpha. It’s better to be dead than to cross paths with one.’ Those words were Arielle’s guiding principle in a ruthless world where Alphas dominated, Betas served, and Omegas—despite their intimate connection with the Alphas—were treated as nothing more than objects of desire. But when Alpha Raphael materializes out of thin air and offers her a substantial sum of money to be his contractual bride, Arielle is torn between holding onto her beliefs and sacrificing them to save her ailing mother. Arielle is left with no choice but to marry him, and although she is determined to harbor animosity towards her new spouse, there’s something about him that draws her in. However, when demonic creatures hellbent on destruction threaten her new life, will Arielle put her resentment towards Raphael aside and assist him? And what dark secret does her mother keep hidden that ensures the death of all her loved ones with each passing day?

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] "You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me." He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned. He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her. She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible. Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right. "Say it. Say you're my whore." Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore. "I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back. Rico smirked darkly. He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.

# Lost in Madness In the gilded halls of high society, where bloodlines matter more than hearts, Dabe has always lived in the shadow of her wealthy cousin Sally. Raised together like sisters, their bond seems unbreakable—until love tears it apart. Sally Williams-Hartwell has been groomed since childhood for one purpose: to marry Andrew Williams and strengthen the alliance between two powerful families. She's loved him from afar for years, dreaming of their destined union. But fate has other plans. When Andrew meets Dabe in high school, their connection is instant and electric. What begins as stolen glances becomes a passionate secret affair that spans years. Dabe knows she's betraying everything—her family's trust, her cousin's dreams, and the rigid social order that governs their world. Yet she cannot resist the pull of a love that feels more real than anything she's ever known. As graduation approaches and family pressure mounts, Andrew faces an impossible choice. Bound by duty and family honor, he must marry Sally despite his heart belonging entirely to Dabe. On Sally's wedding day, Dabe stands as maid of honor, watching the man she loves pledge himself to her dearest friend. The ceremony is perfect, the families satisfied, the alliance secured. But as Andrew slips the ring onto Sally's finger, something fractures inside Dabe's carefully constructed world. In the aftermath of the wedding, as Sally begins her new life as Mrs. Williams,.The weight of her secret, the agony of watching Andrew with Sally, and the guilt of her deception begin to consume Dabe. In a society where duty trumps desire and appearances matter more than truth, how far will she go to claim what she believes is rightfully hers?