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“Kneel down and apologize to her!” Ryker commanded with a low growl. “She is your Luna and you would learn to treat her as such.” “Uhh… mmm,” I moaned softly as Caden’s teeth grazed my earlobe, his hot breath tickling my skin. Aiden’s hands slid lower, tracing fire over my body, every touch making it harder to focus. Still, my gaze lingered on Selene and Mara. Their knees buckled before they finally sank to the floor, trembling, their eyes darting nervously. “We… we are sorry, Luna,” they stammered in unison, their foreheads nearly brushing the ground. A rush of power surged through me, colliding with the heat pooling in my stomach from Caden and Aiden touch. **** Wolf-less. Worthless. Until fate gave her three Lycan Kings. Born the daughter of an Alpha, Aria should have been destined for greatness. Instead, she was cursed—wolf-less, shamed, and cast aside by her own blood. When her half-sister steals her lover and her father plans to trade her off like a pawn, Aria flees into the night… only to collide with fate itself. Three mysterious brothers appear, each one powerful, ruthless—and bound to her by the same impossible truth. She isn’t just their mate. She’s the missing key to their destiny. But Aria’s wolf is locked away by ancient magic, and without the triplets’ bond, it may never awaken. With jealous rivals, old mistresses, and bloodthirsty enemies closing in, Aria must decide: embrace the mates fate chose for her… or be consumed by the world that already rejected her.

"Leave me alone." He said, yanking his arm away. "No, I won't, not until you feel the sensation all over you." Mumbling a few curses he trapped her in between the wall, "Having a girlfriend and still here being with you feels so right." Brushing his fingers on her cheek, he gave her a peck after peck until she shuddered from the intensity. "Remember this Diaz, you're mine. Only mine." She whimpered, clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly. A popular girl falls for a nerdy boy but in comes a twist. He has a freaking girlfriend ?!

The studio was quiet except for Kale’s breathing. Jace stepped closer, fingers brushing the edge of the board. “Again,” he said, low. “Slower this time. Like you mean it.” Kale swallowed. He hated how easy it was to obey. *** Kale McDonalds went from unknown to unstoppable under Jace Monroe’s control. Fame came fast, but so did obsession. When warnings surface and an old victim reappears, Kale learns Jace’s empire runs on more than music. Now he must choose: stay and be owned, or fight back and risk everything. A dark thriller of power and betrayal.

In my past life, my mate Marcus ran off to the forest to make love with my best friend Scarlett, who was eight-month pregnant. That’s when they'd be surrounded by a pack of rogue wolves. Scarlett, heavy with child, started bleeding heavily. Both of them desperately called for the Border Guard. As the Chief Warrior, I had risked everything to fight those rogue wolves. But Scarlett still died along with her unborn pup. My mate Marcus led others to accuse me of using my position for personal revenge. He personally severed both my hands with a silver blade. "A warrior without morals like you deserves to burn in hell!" he snarled. But I remembered clearly—when I drove off the rogues and got the pack healer to Scarlett, she barely had a scratch on her. Finally, Scarlett's parents arrived. I begged them to examine her body and investigate the truth. Instead, they reported to Alpha that I had neglected my duties. They claimed I was high on wolfsbane while guarding the border. Alpha exiled me for fifteen years. With both hands severed, I had no way to fight or shift properly. I survived by begging scraps from neighboring territories. Fifteen years later, I returned to the pack. I saw my mate Marcus walked through the airport's first-class terminal with Scarlett and their son. They were using my inheritance to fund their luxury vacation to the Maldives. They spotted me. Without hesitation, they pushed me into a silver pit to destroy all evidence. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Scarlett faked her death. This time, I took one look at the scene and declared them beyond saving. I told my assistant to send them to bury them directly.

“You are my stepbrother,” Viola whispered, her back pressing against the locked mahogany door. “Stepbrother.” The word left Sebastian’s lips like a curse. His shadow swallowed the room, caging her against the wood. He caught her chin, forcing her violet eyes to meet the ruthless amber of his. “A piece of paper doesn’t make us family, Dulzura,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her trembling lower lip. “It just makes you mine.” *************************************** Sebastian Cain Hierro doesn’t do romance. There are no gentle promises, no soft apologies, and absolutely no love games. A man bred in the violence of the cartel only understands one language: absolute, brutal control. For Viola, being dragged into his dark orbit is a terrifying awakening. She is a girl who only ever wanted to be cherished, suddenly trapped in a forbidden reality with a stepbrother who demands her complete surrender. Every touch behind closed doors is a sin. Every whisper is a command. Surviving him means playing by his twisted rules. She can have his protection, his heavy gaze, and his suffocating obsession—but he has made it dangerously clear that she can never, ever have his heart. But a girl like Viola doesn't know how to give her body without giving her soul. And when she inevitably pours all her desperate, unspoken love into a monster who is completely incapable of loving her back... where is her shattered heart supposed to go?

I never chose to enter the Arena— the place that swallows humans and supernaturals from every era and throws them into a death game with only one rule: survive. One moment I was walking down a normal street. The next, I woke up in a prehistoric jungle with the ground trembling under massive, thundering footsteps. That’s where I met him—Kael. An Alpha Werewolf with lethal instincts, a body built for violence, and eyes that could pin me in place more easily than his claws ever could. He had zero interest in saving anyone. Especially me. To him, I was a burden. To me, he was a threat. And he definitely wasn’t planning to keep me alive. “You’re not human, Maddie.” His breath ghosted my ear, hot and shivering down my spine. “And whatever you are… you shouldn’t exist in this world.” But the Arena made its choice before either of us could: Every round in this cursed place keeps forcing us together—fighting back-to-back, bleeding for each other, breathing in sync. Yet every time danger closes in, I end up pressed against his chest, his breath warm against my ear as he growls instructions I shouldn’t find intoxicating. “Stay with me, Maddie. You won’t survive a single night without me.” Maybe he’s right. Maybe I don’t want to survive without him. But the truth inside me—what I am, what I carry— …might be the very thing that gets him killed. And when Kael finally corners me in the dark, his voice a low, wicked whisper at my neck, I realize the Arena isn’t the deadliest thing here. He is. “Tell me what you are, little flame… before I’m forced to claim you.”

Caring for her shattered heart and stomped pride, Tina Rodriquez gatecrashed her ex-fiance's engagement reception. At the corner of the huge hall, she bitterly observes his betrayal while drenching herself in several glasses of champagne. Her boyfriend for eight years suddenly fathers her scheming stepsister's unborn. Directly, they look so happy together. So, to get even, she randomly hooked up with a notable man among the crowd of fine gentlemen. Believing he is someone of prestige. Are lot However, that night, she became a joke when she found a pauper instead of a prince. She was immensely mocked for having nobody as a replacement for her rich ex-fiance, the President of N&S Revenue Companies, Nathaniel Fraust. From a millionaire boyfriend, she ends up with a struggling man who cannot even bring her on a date in her family-owned luxurious hotel. Unknowing to all, especially to Tina Rodriquez, she wasn't mistaken that night. Yes, everyone was right. The man she selected is unfortunately not a millionaire... ...But a BILLIONAIRE. The bussiness moneybags, CEO Jesse Santos. The precious firstborn of the world's richest family and eldest heir of the Petrov Mafia.

My adopted brother made a name for himself during the potion competition by using a potion he had stolen from me. No one expected the competition to be a ruse, but it turned out to be a scheme to find a husband for the serpent clan's youngest princess. She was born barren, cruel, and hideous. That very night, the serpent clan delivered a marriage contract, demanding that the creator of the potion take the princess as his wife. When my fiancée heard the news, she panicked and bonded with my adopted brother on the spot. After sealing their bond, he lifted his shirt, proudly showing me the wolf mark carved into his back. "Your fiancée's mine now, bro. What are you going to do? You'll turn twenty-five in three days. If no one marries you by then, you'll be randomly matched to one of those older, violent nomad beastwomen." He was wrong. I still had one choice left. I found my parents in the front hall, once again cleaning up the mess he had made. "If he won't marry the serpent princess," I said, "then I will."

In those eight terrifying seconds when the plane dropped into darkness, my first thought was how devastated Lucas would be if I never made it to the airport. However, after surviving and landing safely, what greeted me instead…was a photo he shared with his childhood sweetheart, the two of them smiling on a hike. The caption read: [Here's to still being wild with you at sixty.] If it had been before, I probably would have blown up his phone, demanding an explanation and picking a fight. However, then, after brushing so close to death, I just felt… tired.. So I typed out a message: [Let's get a divorce.]

Lena Mercer makes a living off saving and believes that love can be saved no matter what. However, when a frightened woman named Claire Reynolds appears at her office door insisting she is being purposely murdered by her husband, Lena is hesitant to trust her. Days go by, and Claire vanishes into thin air. Worrying but brushing it off as coincidence, Lena attempts to pick up where they left off—until she uncovers unsettling information connecting Claire's life to her own. The same scent. The same coffee order. Even bruises in identical locations. And then Lena begins receiving ominous messages: "You know the truth. Don't look for me."