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Under the full moon, Lyra Cynthion watched her entire pack slaughtered by a tyrant alpha. The sole survivor, she was chained in silver and enslaved for years, scarred by abuse that never extinguished her rage. Captured by Alpha Viktor Alistair, the fated bond sparked hope—until he spat in her face before the entire court: “I, Viktor Alistair, reject you, Lyra Cynthion, slave, as my fated mate.” Sentenced to the Ceremonial Hunt, Lyra bleeds, kills, and escapes into the human world. She dyes her silver hair black, hides in Mateo’s bar, and swears to make Viktor beg. Two years of silence shatter when Dean Valerius walks through the door: rising bastard alpha, storm-blue eyes starving, scent of forbidden forest. “I am Dean Valerius… your future alpha,” he growls, awakening the wolf she buried. The same rare blood binds them. Now she has a choice: use the bastard to destroy Viktor… or let him destroy her. Brutal enemies-to-lovers • Soul-crushing rejection • Merciless revenge • Rising alpha • Forbidden mate bond The rejected wolf is back. And this time, she hunts.

My husband’s first love had a miscarriage. He insisted that it was my doing and forced me to give my daughter up. “If it weren’t for you, Becky wouldn’t have a miscarriage! You should let her have your baby! You must pay for her pain of losing her baby!” I begged for mercy and resisted him. However, he grabbed my hair and kicked my belly even though I had just delivered my baby. He tied me up and locked me up in the basement for fear that I might run away. But I was dying. He even made a nice excuse. “You’re petty and jealous. You harmed Becky too. Since you feel no remorse, I’ll punish you and lock you up in the basement to reflect on your mistakes!” Seven days later, his first love found the baby too noisy and got annoyed by the baby. Suddenly, he thought of me. “Let her have the baby. And see if she’s behaving herself.” Little did he know that I was rotting in the basement with maggots eating away at my body.

I grew up without parents and belongs to the line of omegas. I got used to serving my Alpha and bowing before him in homage. I also experienced being hurt by my aunt; slapping me in the face, pulling my hair while yelling the word worthless slut and being sold by her to the other pack where a cruel Alpha was in charge. That's why, I'm used to living in the lowest rank and enjoying the tragic life, but I didn't expect to be among the wolves working in Alpha's company. That's kinda odds for me but on the day of my 21st birthday, my tiring life suddenly changed, I was recieved a moonlight calls and became a powerful white wolf. According to the Alpha, I seem to come from an unscented bloodline and I am not the daughter of a rouge just like they used to know me. The power I possess is a mystery to the whole pack. Suddenly, I don't know who I really am, but apart from the questions in my mind, I discovered something which I never imagined; I am the Alpha's mate that he waited for a hundreds of years.

I heard a small "come in" from the other end. Grabbing the knob, I twist it before pushing the door open. My eyes widened as I saw the scene unfold in front of me. Xavier stood there in the room along with a woman whose brown hair ruffled all over the place. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged. She was dressed in a revealing top. Her breast almost spilling out of her dress and extra tight and small skirt as if she'd just come from some club, her arms crossed and her features amused. She looked strangely familiar for some reason, and it took me a while to identify her, but I did. She was the same woman I had bumped into on the market. My eyes swiftly turned to Xavier. He was dressed in a suit identical to the one Xavier wore with the top few buttons open. What caught my eyes the most was the lipstick stain on his neck identical to the one the woman had on. My heart slumped in deep dejection. It wasn't any science- rocket to know what had occurred here before my arrival.

In the treacherous landscapes of 13th century Agos, Sheila O'Connell, a beautiful rogue werewolf with wavy blonde hair, faces a cruel betrayal from her first love, Alpha Damian. After sacrificing everything for him, she is brutally murdered, only to be revived by the Moon Goddess with a second chance at life. Determined to avoid past mistakes, Sheila's path crosses with Kloss, the formidable Alpha of the Northern Tribunal and King of the North Mountain Kingdom. Known as the "North Devil," Kloss claims Sheila as his own, thrusting her into a world of power struggles and dangerous enemies, including the malevolent witch Margaret and her treacherous grandson, Richard. As Sheila and Kloss grow closer, they must navigate political conspiracies, deadly diseases, and relentless assassins. In a gripping climax, Sheila's extraordinary healing abilities save Kloss's kingdom from catastrophe, but a final confrontation with Damian and Richard tests their bond to its limits. Will Sheila and Kloss's resilient love triumph over the forces that seek to destroy them, or will they be torn apart by the shadows of their pasts? "The Reborn Luna: Blessed By The Moon Goddess" is a tale of betrayal, rebirth, and the unyielding power of second chances.

WARNING…Mature Contents !! ****Synopsis*** “You’re mine Emery!” His deep husky voice fanned my ear as the hair in my body stood up in acknowledgment. Only he can make me feel this way, only him can claim me this way but he’s a monster, a big bad monster. “I’m not letting go of you” **** Emery Callus, the popular girl in pack with no wolf and mate. Her main aim was seeking for a mate and not her wolf. Until her twin sister got her’s making her lose hope in it all. But the unexpected happened, when she thought she wouldn’t have one unknowingly to her that the moon goddess paired her with the big bad wolf that she hates and scared of, would she reject him after finally finding her mate after 21yrs or would she force herself to accept him. And a prophecy…a prophecy that was pronounced years ago….a prophecy that everyone seems to have long forgotten will resurface it’s self again threatening Emery’s life forcing the deep revelation. Are you as curious as I am?…then follow me as we go on this bumpy ride lovelies….

BLURB “You look so hot,” he whispered, his hand wrapped like silk around my hair and his movements fast and uncontrollable, his pace matching that of his brother’s thrusting in and out of me, “getting stuffed in all holes.” Brooks is wary of her mother marrying someone as powerful as the Alpha King but it's the happiest she has seen her since her father's death and it's a sacrifice she must make even if it means moving into the royal castle and dealing with her attraction to the famous Romano brothers. It's forbidden, it's dangerous, it's unacceptable but there's only so much restraint someone like Brooks can have, especially against powerful auras and dominating Alphas like the Romanos. Soon enough, she finds herself dancing to their tunes and playing good girl for them. It's all fun and games, nothing more than sexual pleasures until they start falling for her in their own ways, until it's revealed that a once in a century powerful mate bond would tie her to only one of them. And each of them wants her and would fight to the end to claim her.

🔞 WARNING: STRICTLY RATED 18!!!🔞 Lorenzo pulled my hair back as I moaned aloud, the harmonic sound of my moan and the sound of our skin slapping reverberating through the room. He pounded into me roughly, his cock thrusting in and out, sending waves of pleasurable pain across my arched back. I quivered under his electrifying touch, my heart racing in my ribcage. Skin on skin, flash against flesh, I felt an uncontrollable desire as my soul stirred. I bit down a moan, a curse escaping my throat as he spanked my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, stars spinning around me. "Fuck, Lavender!" He whispered in satisfaction as he pumped his load into me, pulling his inches out. ~ An Angel and The Devil. Beauty and The Beast. A Damsel In Distress With No Prince Charming. That was where it began, a passionate one night stand that tangled their destinies. She is ready to serve him and be his ride or die, for no reason but to carry out the assignment entrusted to her to destroy him. But what happens when the lines between lust and duty starts to fade?

Brianna Lester, with her unusually platinum blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes, is impossible to miss wherever she goes. Her bubbly personality, hyperactivity, innate talent for tripping even while standing still, and her knack for always causing trouble ensure that she immediately catches the attention of the coolest tattoo artist around. Unfortunately, it's not her rather unique appearance that gets noticed, but her clumsiness. The moment she closes the door of the tattoo shop, one of the pictures hanging on the wall-the owner's favorite, and quite valuable-unexpectedly falls down. To make up for the damage, she ends up working at the shop until she can pay off the cost of the picture. It would all be pretty easy if a sexy tattoo artist didn't enjoy teasing her about her bad luck. By now, Brianna has resigned herself to the idea that her life is stuck in the "never a joy" zone, and her birthday is proof of that. Who can be considered lucky if they were born on a day that only comes once every four years? No one. Some people are kissed by fortune at birth, while others are kissed by bad luck. Brianna definitely falls into the latter category.

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."