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"From now on, whenever you call me ‘Daddy’ in public, only you and I will know the true meaning behind it," said Gabriel Bloodfang. Every time I call him Daddy, only the two of us understand the truth hidden behind that word. To the world, I’m just a human girl saved by Alpha Bloodfang. To the Pack, I’m nothing more than a lucky adopted daughter. But to me, Daddy is everything, he’s my first love and my forbidden desire. One look from him makes my blood tremble. One touch from him ignites a fire that no law could ever extinguish.

When Kamari's mom, a witch from the ancient Ostyn clan, moves her to a small town in the forests of Washington, they set into motion a destiny that cannot be controlled. Kamari must learn how to balance her opposing powers and help save both rival packs before they destroy everything, including those she loves most.

Possession Series Mula ng mamatay ang kapatid ni Raphael ay naiwan sa pangangalaga niya ang pamangking si Riley. Pinangako niya sa kapatid na gagawin niya ang lahat huwag lang mapunta sa mga De Lobo ang bata. Para magkaroon siya ng pagkakataong maipanalo ang custody ng bata, bukod sa financial ay kailangan kasal siya. Kaya nang alukin siya ni Nicolo ng kasal ay hindi niya ito nagawang tanggihan. Ang problema ni Raphael kay Riley ay nabigyan ng solusyon, pero hindi ang puso niyang nahuhulog ng tuluyan sa binata. Tama bang umibig siya sa isang De Lobo kahit na ang pamilya nito ang dahilan ng paghihirap ng kapatid niya? O ang tamang tanong, magagawa kaya siyang mahalin ni Nicolo kahit isa siyang lalaki, gayong pinakasalan lang naman siya nito alang-alang sa mana. WARNING!!! DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT A BxB LOVER!

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

Reagan took Tamara from her father when she was ten years old. She expected the man to make her life miserable, but he did the exact opposite. She resided in a mansion-like home surrounded by Reagan's luxury items. She rarely sees the man, but he continues to send her expensive gifts. Reagan provided her a fantastic life. Until her eighteenth birthday, she has no idea what the man is up to. The man stormed into her room and declared coldly, "Let's get married." Tamara was confused, so she immediately rejected the man. Reagan was enraged by what Tamara had said, so he dashed over to her and deeply said. "You... are under my rules, and you must obey me." What will happen to Tamara? Will she marry the man who took her away from her father? Will she marry the man... she's been secretly in love with for years?

After circumstances throw two drastically different people together an extraordinary love blooms in the middle of the Miami nightscape. * * * Carson Miller was doomed - in his opinion - to spend the rest of his life as the lonely, billionaire CEO of Miller Inc., but a chance encounter with an intriguing masked woman leaves his head spinning and his heart falling.

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

I've been pent up for far so long that my hormones are going out of balance. So, I decide to visit a massage parlor that my best friend has recommended to me, hoping that I can completely get rid of the sense of emptiness that's inside me. When the young and well-built masseuse begins caressing me with his scalding palms, I feel the flames of lust burning brighter within me to the point they are about to swallow my rationality whole…

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

I had just placed the winning bid on an outrageously expensive piece of jewelry, but the auctioneer refused to close the sale. When I pressed her for an explanation, she turned to my husband with tearful eyes and claimed that I always bring different men here to spend money. “Ma'am, as a professional, I can’t sit back and watch you keep deceiving people. “Sir, I’ll refund your money and even cover the loss myself. Just open your eyes and find someone who truly loves you.” My husband looked visibly moved, their gazes locking in front of everyone as if I wasn’t even there. With all eyes on me, I snatched back my black card. “It’s my card, my money. Why are you giving it to some social-climbing chauffeur?”