Four Thousand Five Hundred

The timid Lily Parker found herself entangled with a man who saw no equal in others—Julian Sterling. For Julian Sterling, even if he had a thousand women in his lifetime, Lily Parker could never belong to another man.

“Say it, Sadie. Let us hear your sweet, sweet moans as you cum for us, Say it.” “oh please, please make me cum, Daddy”. Sadie whimpers, earning the praise from the four men who sit watching, as a vibrator shifts in her p*ssy, making her drip. Sadie sees stars from her climax, She trashes and turns around the bed, her eyes still on her four daddies, no—her stepbrothers. This should be forbidden. She should have never given into her fantasies, into her wants and hunger for these four mean who want her. Yet Here she was, letting her four stepbrothers fuck her with a vibrator while they watch her like their very own entertainment, their very own plaything she was theirs to own, to claim, and fuck. she craves the dominance, she craved her four daddies. “ So Tell us who owns that p*ssy baby?” “You do daddies, it’s yours.”

"Skylar, here's a hundred for the breakup. Don't crawl back." Mack flung the bill at my face like he was doing charity work. "Winona's the Frostmoon Pack's Beta's daughter. She'll save me twenty years of hustle. You? Still drowning in student loans." I eyed Winona's designer bag—logo halfway printed like it gave up mid-stitch. "You're sure this is a breakup?" "Locked in. Engagement party's tonight at Lunara Estate. You can crash if you want a pity plate. Might be your only shot inside." Door slammed. I turned to the hot wolf crouched by the ditch, mid-bite on a rabbit leg. "Hundred bucks. I'm renting you for two hours." He arched a brow, blood slick on his lips. "That's cute. But for that price? You're barely getting a paw."

Once the chosen mate of Darius Kael, the Ironfang Alpha, Kiera Vale thought she had it all — power, a future, a place at his side. The night she walked into the clubhouse and discovered a surrogate carrying his pup destroyed everything. Humiliated, terrified and newly pregnant herself, she took his prized motorcycle and vanished into the human world, hiding among outlaw riders and raising her child in secret. Five years later, the rumble of engines signals the end of her freedom. The Ironfang pack has found her. The Alpha who betrayed her has become president of the Black Howl MC, and he wants his mate back — and the heir she kept from him. But Kiera isn’t the frightened Luna he left behind. She’s earned her own colors, forged her own alliances, and learned to fight on two wheels and four paws. To protect her son and her new life, she’ll have to out-ride, out-fight, and out-smart the most dangerous werewolf biker gang on the continent — including the man who once owned her heart.

Four months pregnant. I was alone when a rival family came for me.. A searing pain tore through my stomach. I couldn't reach my husband, Don Lorenzo. His phone was off. I woke up in a sterile hospital bed. Three days had passed. And the baby... was gone. That’s when I heard the nurses gossiping. “Heard Don Lorenzo cleared out a block of Fifth Avenue for his mistress three days ago. Had his phone off so they wouldn't be disturbed.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my heart was empty. I gave up my career, my whole life, for him. The Don who promised me forever… he shattered that promise just days before our fifth anniversary. Back home, I dug out an old phone and made a call. A number I hadn't touched in five years. "The European tour you mentioned…" I said, my voice hollow. "I'm in. I can be ready in a week."

The biggest mistake I ever made was falling in love with my Alpha husband, William Miller, the ruthless CEO of the William Group of Companies. Orphaned at six, I was forced to grow up under the cruelty of my stepmother and stepsister, enduring years of abuse and humiliation in my own home. At thirteen, my life changed when an Alpha saved me from rogue wolves, fighting five of them to protect me. That night, my heart learned what safety felt like. At eighteen, I saved a stranger from a fatal accident, only for my wolf to scream the truth. He was my fated mate. But fate was cruel. He disappeared from my life for four years. When we finally met again, it was at our arranged marriage. He didn’t recognize me. Worse, he believed the woman who saved him was my stepsister. Now I am his wife, his Luna… Yet invisible in his eyes. How long can a fated mate endure rejection before her love turns into something darker?

WARNING: This book contains violence, rape, explicit words, and s3x. Reader's discretion is advised. I watched my family die in front of me, and I was dragged away, sold to the highest bidder. Sold to the Alpha who destroyed my world, Alpha Zane Mackane. Ruthless and Merciless I will make him pay no matter what it costs me, but fate had a crueller punishment in store for me. The moon goddess bound me to him. I am the mate of the Alpha I vowed to destroy. And then there was Alpha Easton, a warrior with a cause, a man who saw me not as a weapon but as hope. One heart. Two Alpha's. A war between love and revenge. I will choose my fate, even if it destroys us all. This is the first book of the SLAVE series. Book one: The Alpha's Slave mate Book two: The Lycan King's Truce Mate (Coming soon) Book three: The Lycan King's Slave Mate (Coming soon) Book four: The Lycan king's Obsessed Mate (Coming soon) Book Five: The Lycan Queen's Obsessed Mate (Coming soon)

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

LUNA He came for my sister. The scarred, brutal Bratva king from Russia, the one whispered about in mafia circles like a ghost story, traveled halfway across the world to claim her. But my sister was too fragile for a man like him. I tried to protect her. I didn’t know I was the one he truly wanted. From the moment Misha Petrov saw me, I became his obsession. He struck a deal with my father and took me instead. Forced me into a sham marriage, dragged me into his icy empire, and made me pretend in public that I belonged to him. But behind closed doors, the lines began to blur. I hated him. I needed him. And then, I ran. MISHA She thinks she escaped. She thinks I’ll let her go. But Luna Rojas was never going to leave me, not truly. I burned everything that stood between us, including the man she thought she loved. The one I had to kill. And when she fled to attend his funeral, I followed with five hundred men and a vow carved in blood. I cleared the graveyard. Claimed her—body, soul, and screams, right there, over his bones. Because if I can’t have her love… I’ll take her fear. And I haven’t even started yet.

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.