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"You’re pregnant." That’s not something Annie Morales ever expected to hear in that hospital. One moment, she was just living her simple, quiet life—ordinary and struggling. The next, she finds out she’s carrying the Alpha's heir, and worst of all, she has no idea how it happened. Now, her world is unraveling—witches, werewolves, ancient powers she never believed in. Everyone seems to want the baby; some wish for its death, while others seek to exploit it. And in all this chaos, she feels lost, unsure of who she really is. Then there’s him—the Alpha. Confident, feared, charming, and unpredictable. He was cursed by a witch, destined never to have a child of his own, but he turned to IVF. He’s the last person Annie should be involved with, but for some reason, she can’t seem to escape him.

The night Ari Medina opens her door to a trembling nineteen‑year‑old— “Can I hug you, sister?”—her life splits in two. By morning, she’s guarding a secret brother tied to her father’s past—and colliding with Luca Vale, the cold billionaire who crushed her in the boardroom. One truce becomes one reckless night. One test turns positive. Ari can fight Luca at work. She can protect her brother from hungry headlines. But can she hide their child from the one man powerful enough to take everything…including her heart?

"Alpha...please, I-I can't do this.." Her voice stutters when he touches her core and spreads her legs even wider. "I'm the Alpha. You can't say no to me," Carlo whispered as he gave her delicate ears a bite and guided himself into her. Her scream was muffled when he locked her lips in a lustful kiss. *** After finding out she was pregnant with Alpha King, Carlo Donovan's baby from the mighty Blackthorn pack, Catrina Marine insisted on seeking his responsibility, but no one believed her. Humiliated and then banished, she endured miserable days with no one by her side. After four years of healing from all the hurt and trauma, Catrina is now determined to assert her rights and seek revenge for the pain she went through. Carlo never expected her to make a comeback—the little omega who had consumed his thoughts for the past four years—and now she returns for his ruin!

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

I'm Olivia, For months i only dreamt of giving my virginity to my Boyfriend and Mate Ethan, but after my sister wickedly drugged me, I ended up sleeping with a man I never knew. "You have one month to find the man who defiled you or be ready for the consequences." My father said with no ounce of sympathy for me. I searched but never found the he-wolf, until I stumbled into the New moon's pack and met Alpha Mateo. He was cold, merciless and terrifyingly familiar. Now a contract ties me to him and I have no other choice than to accept. But how can my strange one-night stand he-wolf turn out to be the savage and powerful Alpha Mateo? With hate burning between us and a desire pulling us closer will be remain Enemies or surrender to the bond fate chose for us?

After knowing that her boyfriend cheated on her, Beatrice received an offer to be a substitute model for a mother-son advertisement. There she worked with Caleb and she didn’t know how much that child would change her life. Having all her future plans collapsed after the breakup, Beatrice was at a loss. And just like a twist of fate, Callum, Caleb’s father came into the picture. Because his son wanted Beatrice as his mother, he made a deal with her—a contractual marriage – but her role was only to be Caleb’s stepmother. Could she keep her role as a stepmother even when she started developing feelings for Callum?

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, the groom's name was swapped out. The woman my boyfriend was now promised to—the pampered mafia princess nestled in his arms—looked at me with a triumphant smile. "Isn't it perfect?" she sneered. "A fraud of a bride for a fake heir. What a match." I ignored her and turned to the man I loved. This was the man who endured three days of brutal punishment just for the right to marry me, when the Rossi family first acknowledged him as their true heir. Now, he just nodded along with her. "Don't be so dramatic. It's a joke. You're not actually mad, are you? It's just a piece of paper. Once Sienna's had her fun, you two get a divorce, and then it'll be our turn. I promise." I smiled. Then I turned and walked straight to the so-called "fake" heir. "The marriage license is filed, honey," I said. "Let's go plan our real wedding."

I was born cursed. A Volana wolf, the rarest, most hunted bloodline in existence. My blood grants eternal life, which means I've spent every day since I was ten locked away by the one man who was supposed to protect me. My father didn't raise a daughter. He raised a weapon. He killed my wolf, stole my wolf, and when I had nothing left to give, he sold me. Not to a mate. To a contract. Bastien Voss Rourke doesn't do love. The most feared Alpha billionaire in the Northern Territories does deals. Clean. Calculated. Final. Three years as his contract mate in exchange for my freedom when the contract expires. No feelings. No bond. No future. I told myself I could survive it. I was wrong. Because somewhere between his cold commands and the rare, unguarded moments he forgot to be ruthless, I fell. Hard. Stupidly. Completely. Now the contract is ending. I'm standing in his penthouse with a pregnancy test in my hand and a smile I can't contain — and he's about to sign the rejection papers. He doesn't want me. He never did. But the heir growing inside me? That belongs to both of us. And when the truth about my blood, my lineage, and what I really am detonates across the pack world — Bastien will realize he didn't just reject a contract mate. He rejected his true fated bond. And some mistakes cannot be undone with paperwork.

Sometimes, when we are drunk we may not know what we are doing so one day we will just think that what we are doing is not right. "Babe, go ahead ...... kiss me." Said a woman where she hugged a man and begged him to kiss her. "No way, just go to sleep." The man stopped, the woman immediately wrapped her hand around this man's neck "What the?" The man said annoyed but before everyone else the woman kissed her. "Uhm." The woman growled sharply, she didn't care about the mistake she had made because of the heat and pleasure she felt "Uhm ..... Jacob plea-." She could not continue what she was going to say when a man suddenly spoke. "I'm not your boyfriend." Gracel Velasquez a simple woman who once made a mistake, can this mistake change her life? or it will yet be the igniter of the ruin of her life.

Five years into my marriage to Ethan Morgan, the famous business tycoon in the whole continent. The entire business world knew he loved me more than anything. He’d even registered a private Island in my name, a gesture of love and affection no one could ever think of. However, a text from his secretary ruined everything. She sent me a picture of her lying almost naked in his arms, her neck full of hickeys while he rested his hand leisurely on her chest. They were making out on the very Island he had dedicated to me. [He says his wife doesn't satisfy his real needs. Only with me can he really turn on] [Only if he doesn't need an heir from her, she would be out of the picture already.] At that moment I knew what I needed to do. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a divorce agreement for my husband.”