Half Brother

When Brayden asked Julienne to marry him, nagbago ang lahat. Si Julienne, nakaalis sa masalimuot na mundong matagal na niyang isinumpa, habang si Brayden naman ay sa mundong siya mismo ang lumikha. Pero paano kung malaman nilang kasinungalingan lang pala ang lahat? Sapat na ba ang mga nadarama nila para piliin pa rin ang isa’t isa at manatiling nagsasama sa kahariang binubuo nila? “Dreaming is for fools. At hindi pa ako nababaliw, Julie. Hindi pa. . .”

Rejected by her mate for being unfit as a Luna, Lyra is shattered, and determined to prove her worth. When her twin brother, Rowan, falls ill, their parents hide him away. With war drawing near and Alpha heirs sent to train at the elite Alpha Academy, Lyra disguises herself as Rowan to protect her pack’s honor. Now living among future Alphas, she must master her wolf, fight harder than anyone, and keep her identity secret. But one enemy threatens it all. Killian, a ruthless Alpha, hates “Rowan” for reasons he can’t explain…until his wolf reacts. Mated to a boy? Impossible. As war nears, Lyra must choose: keep lying and survive…or risk it all for her second-chance mate.

When Iris went to prison for her boyfriend, she discovered that he was about to marry Alpha's daughter. It turned out that he had been using her all along and then abandoned her... Iris fell into despair, but unexpectedly, she crossed paths with Marcus, Alpha's son and her former patient. She became her ex's brother-in-law's wedding companion?! The most notorious playboy in the Pack?

Felicia Lawson thought college would be her escape but nothing prepared her for Ian, her sister’s husband or for Jake, the charming upperclassman who made her believe in something real again. While Felicia battles guilt and longing, her roommate Zara hides secrets darker than love, a mafia lineage that’s about to pull her into a marriage with a dangerous don. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re going to marry me, little sunflower.” Zara’s eyes snap open, the water sloshes as she jerks against my grip, but the chain on her ankle rattles like a laugh. She can’t go far. She can’t go anywhere. “Fuck you,” she spits, voice raw from screaming at the ceiling all night. “I’d rather die.” I smile, It’s small but polite, the kind I used to give people who betrayed me right before I buried them in the ground. “That can be arranged but first..” I curl my fingers inside her, “ you’re going to come on my hand, then you’re going to say yes.”

On the day of my mating ceremony with my Alpha mate, Derek, his childhood sweetheart Victoria returned. Victoria, using her supposed silver poisoning as an excuse for needing care, crashed our ceremony. She snatched my mate away, turning me into a laughingstock for the entire pack. Derek, seemingly unconcerned, said, "She's silver-poisoned. Her body's weak. Don't overthink it." He carried her to the pack healer, leaving me alone and humiliated. I yanked off the silver pendant he'd given me when he chose me as his mate. As I tossed it aside, it sliced my palm. To my horror, the small cut didn't heal. Instead, blood flowed freely. Because I was the one truly poisoned by silver. Derek didn't know. Months ago, during a rogue wolf attack, I'd taken a silver bullet meant for him. I survived, but my wolf lost her healing ability forever. Later, I overheard the usually strong and calm Alpha yelling at the pack healer, "How did you miss this? If anything happens to my Luna, none of you will survive!"

Today, I am going to marry the man I love, Damon Mark Olson. We didn’t have it easy. I am the veritable Cinderella and he was my handsome prince. People frowned on our relationship. Even his mother never failed to show her dislike for me at every opportunity. But Damon fought hard for me. At the church, I heard the first notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D and started my bridal walk. Damon looked dapper in his suit but he looked distracted, and his hair looked kind of mussed. Tenderness swept over me. When I reached his side, he took my hand. An electric current coursed through our connected skin. Damon looked startled, and I almost laughed, The priest gave us his blessings. And to Damon, he said, “You may now kiss your bride.” I held my breath as Damon very gently lifted my veil. Our eyes connected, and I saw a swirling mass of emotions in his gaze before his head dipped and gave me a kiss that jarred me. He kissed expertly, too expertly, that my eyes flew to his face. And that was when realization sank in. I was not kissing Damon Mark Olson. I was kissing someone who looked exactly like him.

Married to the don of the dark mafia empire, Sancia Alekseev was living her best until one tragic incident left her broken, widowed, and with so many unanswered questions. Determined to take the empire in her charge, Sancia wished to work alone but the Mafia was run by blood. She was forced at a corner to take her brother-in-law as her new husband, Vincenzo Russo. Vincenzo, the other name of the devil, rumored to be the reason behind her husband's killing, was betrothed to the new Don on her birthday. Will Sancia ever accept the marriage or Vincenzo was more than just a named devil? Or will she learn that a villain will burn the world for you?

I was the Alpha's personal Tarot diviner. On the eve of my coming-of-age ceremony, he asked me to choose one of his two sons as my mate. "Seraphina, whoever you choose will inherit everything I have — including the title of Alpha." In my previous life, I was hopelessly in love with his younger son, Theodore. I chose him without a second thought. But on our wedding day, he locked me in the basement and drove a wolfsbane-laced dagger through my heart. "If you hadn't rigged the Tarot reading to force me into marrying you, Sophia wouldn't have run from the pack in heartbreak — and the hunters wouldn't have torn her apart." "Now I'm sending you to hell to beg for her forgiveness!" The venom spread through my veins. I let out an agonized howl and died in despair. But the Moon Goddess granted me another chance. I was back — standing right where I'd been the day the Alpha asked me to draw a Tarot card. My fingers hovered over the same card I'd chosen in my last life. The Alpha looked at me. "This one?" Without hesitation, I picked up the very same card. "Yes."

Late one night, I was scrolling through social media and stumbled upon a trending post. "Does your husband ever say you're obsessed with your brother?" One comment sat at the top with thousands of likes. The profile picture showed a cartoon girl covering her mouth, laughing. "Oh, I can answer this one! My husband used to say that too, but here's the thing: he's actually the son I had when I was 19!" Every word oozed with smug satisfaction. Some commenters tore into her, calling her manipulative and her husband a total sucker. She only got bolder. She posted a screenshot of a bank transfer with the details blurred out, right next to a photo of limited-edition sneakers. "All my son had to say was he liked them, and my husband caved! Then he gave him extra cash for a fancy dinner!” "A guy like this? If I don't milk him, who will?" I stared at the sneakers and the transfer amount. They matched exactly what I had bought for my "brother-in-law" that afternoon and the money I had just sent him. Down to the last cent. Ice shot through my veins. That sucker she was bragging about? That was me.

He’s my sister’s fiancé. Completely off-limits. But He’s also the man I can’t stop craving. For months, I buried my obsession with Ethan Hunter. The cold, commanding CEO of Hunter Corp. A man whose voice alone makes my pulse stutter… and whose ring belongs on my sister’s finger. So why can’t I forget that night? The way his hands tangled in my hair. The way he looked at me like I was a mistake he wanted to make twice. The way I gave in… knowing I never should. And I’m supposed to stand there and watch him become hers? I can't let that wedding happen. I can't allow him slip away, no matter how wrong it is. Ethan Hunter is mine! **A steamy, slow-burn MM taboo romance full of dominance, guilt, and nights that should never have happened.*