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My mate, Carter, sent me to a werewolf prison for four years. On the day I was released, he arrived holding the hand of his pregnant mistress. “This is what your parents owe me.” “From today on, you’ll take care of Amelia.” I nodded obediently. She made me pick roses with my bare hands. Made me plant a hundred pots under the scorching sun. Made me scrub my allergic, ulcerated skin with alcohol. And I did everything she asked. Until the day they brought me back to my old home. The house was gone. In its place stretched an endless rose garden. And my only sister— had become nothing but a box of ashes. That was the moment I understood. I survived not to atone. I survived to take revenge.

Rayna was a Beta’s daughter but was demoted to an Omega after her mom died during childbirth. After tolerating the abuse for a lifetime, she got to know on her eighteenth birthday that she was mated to the pack’s Alpha triplets. She was over the moon thinking that at last, she would get her due respect. Well! She was wrong. She was rejected brutally and abused by her mates who took another mate right there in the Luna oath ceremony. She swore to leave the pack and took the help of her Lycan who she thought was just a mere warrior. He had a certain royal air around him that demanded respect. She would surely run away but not before taking revenge from all those who failed her and though

I am the young lady of the vampire house of Kaelaris. Having reached marriageable age, I chose, from a stack of portraits, the eldest son of the human family Norefax. My family indulged my preference and arranged our engagement, awaiting the day of my wedding. I do not drink red wine, but for the sake of human ceremony, I secretly went out—without telling my family—to select a rare century-aged vintage, intending to prepare it for the engagement ritual. The woman beside me glanced at the cabinet I had pointed to and immediately instructed the sales associate, “That bottle looks quite fine. Let me have a look.” Without hesitation, the associate rudely brushed me aside and handed the bottle

Jenna Radcliff made the mistake of loving a scumbag for twenty years and ended up miserable and with a broken family. With her life utterly ruined, Quinn Forester, who had been similarly schemed against that night, appeared with an offer: Marry him, and revenge would be a piece of cake. Without thinking much of it, Jenna decided to join forces with him, only to discover she had landed in the sights of an even more troublesome personage. Once she had gotten her revenge, would it not be time for a divorce? Little did she know that in Mr. Forester’s dictionary, there was no such thing as divorce— only widowhood!

I was sitting in City Hall, about to sign that damn mate bond certificate with Logan—Alpha of the Eastside Moonclaws—when his phone buzzed. One glance. Then he stood up like this was all just another errand. Didn’t even flinch when he said: “Something came up. Let’s push the bond signing to another day, yeah?” And just like that, he was gone. Left me sitting alone, surrounded by bonded pairs, all glowing with that sickly sweet “forever” vibe. Why? Because Emma, his darling little childhood packmate, twisted her ankle during pack-speed training—trying to keep up with the advanced wolves when she barely passed the basic shifts. Ten minutes later, I get a text: “Emma’s injury’s kinda serious. I

Ezequiel James was the alpha of the most powerful pack. She entered his palace as a maid and saved his life. He promised her, he would return for her and claim her. Will he keep his promise? Was she just a maid for him? Or what if she was really his fated mate? Once he would learn that she was almost ‘a nobody’, would he accept her? AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey! Stay connected. Don't forget to give your reviews. And don't for get to send me those beautiful Gems. xoxo

Elara Smith thought she had a perfect life with her husband who liked her and her baking and was least bothered by the fact that she couldn’t give him kids. However, her world came crashing down when she got to know that her husband was not only seeing his childhood sweetheart and an Ex, Vicky but also got her pregnant. That was when she took the tough decision of her life and decided to leave her husband without telling him that she was carrying his kids. Aiden Lockwood used to be the most eligible bachelor before his marriage to Elara. He was the most handsome and gorgeous hunk alive who ruled the business world by running Lockwood Industries across the globe. The moment Vicky returned

Blurb:Abigail Mason wanted a husband to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend and her step sister. With the help of her friend she was supposed to meet a model at a diner, who was broke but could be an ideal husband candidate. Flash news? He was .However, when she reached there she proposed to the wrong guy who was smoking hot and married him the same day.Who was that ruthless and cold guy? Why was he helping her? Why did his eyes twinkle whenever he looked at her? Was he playing some kind of game? Was he developing feelings for her? Or he just wanted to taste her?Join this roller-coaster ride of love, treachery, friendship with Abigail Mason and Hunter Levisay and discover how love can change o

Mona Blackstone spent eighteen years being poisoned by her own father to suppress her true nature - she's the last Phoenix Wolf, a being of immense power that shouldn't exist. When her fated mate Derek Cross from the rival Nightshade Pack triggers her awakening, she discovers she's at the center of an ancient prophecy. Hunted by the Shadow King who is revealed to be her grandfather, claimed by a mate who represents everything her pack hates, and struggling to control powers that could either save or destroy the supernatural world, Mona must navigate political intrigue, family betrayal, and a love that defies all boundaries while preparing for a war that will determine the fate of all wolfkin

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me a