I Am His

Ivy loved Ryder with all her heart, she left her life aside just to be with him. But when his ex returned, he discarded her without hesitation. Going out with her and taking care of her need as though she was the wife he had always wanted. Angered and betrayed, Ivy decided she'd give them the space they craved. She came into his life to be loved by him, and if he couldn't give her that love, then goodbye to him. Years later, Ivy returned happier, elegant, richer and even more confident than the ex he chose over her. Now he wanted her back but Ivy already had a new life and wasn't interested in revisiting her past.. 'Sorry but you're now a thing of the past.'

“I, Leila the wolfless, reject you, Alpha Tatum as my mate and I denounce you as my Alpha! You are free to be with her.” “Leila….I just thought—” “Don’t! Where were you when I got the news of our child? With her! Where were you when I was kidnapped? With her! And today? You took her to the hospital, leaving me to bleed out on the street, and now you ask me, why didn’t I tell you that when you left today, you were taking the life of our child?” All the years of sour jealousy, bitterness, pain and vain waiting burst out of Leila. In front of her is her Alpha, her husband, her first and only love, her saviour...and also the man who pushed her into hell with his own hands.

To everyone else, I'm the wife of Stefano Pace, the man who runs this city's underworld. To others, I am living the kind of luxury every woman in town envies. But what no one knows is that in three days, I'm leaving my husband for good. It started when I took Stefano's car to wash and spotted a black stocking that wasn't mine wedged in the passenger seat cushions. It was balled up and still reeked of sickly sweet perfume. The sight of it was like a knife to the heart. I knew that perfume. It is Isla Torelli's. She's Stefano's underboss, the only woman besides me who's ever taken the passenger seat. My hand trembled as I gripped the stocking, but I kept my cool. I thought back to our wedding seven years ago, when Stefano stood in front of the whole family and vowed, "If I ever betray you, then betray me a hundredfold!" He probably did not think those words would come true.

Seven years into our marriage, Zane Grimes and I remained childless. He once held me close, his voice tender and earnest. "Don't overthink it. I've never cared for children. You're all I want in this life." But on the day his company went public, as the ceremonial bell echoed through the hall, the doors burst open. My sister stormed in, cradling a wailing infant. "Zane, this is your son! How can you abandon us?" Zane's face paled as he turned to me, his eyes brimming with panic and a silent plea. Unbeknownst to him, I had long known about his betrayal and the child.

He was inside me when I realized I didn't even know his name. I'm Harper and my life went to shit the day I walked in on my husband balls deep in my best friend. He threw divorce papers at me like I was nothing. So I got drunk in LA and let a stranger fuck me in ways that made me forget I ever had a husband. His fingers. His tongue. The way he pinned my wrists above my head and made me beg. I came three times before dawn and slipped out while he was sleeping. Biggest mistake of my life. Because now he's sitting across from me at my job interview with that same hungry look in his eyes. Hardin Wolfe. Billionaire. Ruthless bastard. The man who's been looking for me since I left his bed. "I've been searching for you," he says, and I feel it between my thighs. I need this job. I need to destroy the people who destroyed me. But working for Hardin means late nights alone in his office. Business trips with one hotel room. His hand on my lower back burning through my clothes. I keep saying no. He keeps getting closer. When he finally gets me alone on a work trip, I stop fighting it. He fucks me against the window where anyone could see and I don't care. I'm addicted to the way he makes me feel. Powerful. Wanted. Alive. Then I miss my period. I'm pregnant and it could be his. Or it could be my ex husband's from our last hate fuck before the divorce. Now my ex wants me back. Hardin's hiding something that could ruin everything. And I'm carrying a baby that might belong to the wrong man. Revenge never felt this good

“You’re a wolf who loves an interesting bet. I see you don’t want me. Let’s make this interesting.” She could hear his annoyed growl, but she pressed on. “I dare you, Alpha Jones. Catch me in twenty-four hours. If you don’t, I’ll volunteer to become a rogue. If you catch me, you can do as you like with me.” Raven Miller poked the sleeping bear in Alpha Dominic Jones. She knows he's her unapologetic gambler and criminal mate. Raven's had enough gamblers in her life. She doesn't want another. Nor does she want more humiliation from a rejection. What will happen when Dom discovers how he's insulted his mate by making her his pet? Dom saved Raven from her brother Liam selling her to Alpha Klyne of the Red River Pack in a poker game. Liam's a rogue now because he went against Alpha Jones and his wish to keep Raven in his pack. Now he wants to play with her while he teaches her some manners. What will happen when Alpha Klyne discovers what he sold to Alpha Jones? There's already unrest between the two packs. With politics, a bed of hot coals with the humans of Toronto. The supernaturals are walking on shards of glass. Inside the pack, ambitious wolves are searching for a way to gain an advantage. Never mind Alpha Jones and his numbers racket. Can Raven keep her head above water and not die from humiliation? Will Alpha Jones teach her some manners and redeem himself from his mistake? How much fun will they have as they maneuver through every twist and turn set against them?

Hanna Ortiz, a free girl, now found herself bound by a promise she made to her mother on her deathbed, to marry someone she barely knew in order to fulfill an agreement that even she didn't understand. Everything seemed fine until her fiancé ran away, and his father had to take her place. Even if she wanted to give up, too much was at stake and there was someone she loved very much and needed to save. Hanna saw no other option but to accept the marriage arrangement with Morgan until her real fiancé, David, returned. Although Hanna was young, her age wasn't attractive enough for Morgan who had a promise on his back that prevented him from getting married, plus the fact that he and his entire family knew that Hanna's family suffered from a rare and destructive disease that could even deform the carrier, none of them could bear the thought of living with Hanna, before they even met her they already repudiated her for her appearance. On discovering that Morgan was repulsed by her, Hanna only intensified his anger and estrangement, making him think that she, like her past relatives, had also inherited the disease, making her a disfigured bride. Now, she is nothing more than a wife rejected by her husband, who sees her as a freak and an ambitious woman who will do anything for money. However, Hanna has far greater desires than money.

I gave my husband everything—my love, my loyalty, and even my health—only to be tossed aside like garbage. The night I handed him the contract that would make him a millionaire, he gave me divorce papers and introduced his new fiancée, the daughter of his company’s director. Just when I thought my world had collapsed, he appeared. Leon Castello. The cold, ruthless billionaire my husband had spent years trying to impress. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: “Marry me, and I’ll make your ex regret ever leaving you.” At first, it was just a deal. A marriage on paper. But Leon knew things about me no stranger should. He protected me, cherished me, and whispered my name in his sleep like a long-lost memory. And then I discovered the truth. Leon Castello wasn’t just my husband’s enemy. He had been waiting for me all along.

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I was going to surprise my husband, Vince, the Moretti family heir. Instead, the surprise was on me. A pair of black lace panties—not mine—left in his car. The air reeked of cheap perfume and betrayal. I stormed his casino, demanding answers. But I found her in his private suite. Sophia. She smirked, looking me up and down. “You must be the wife. I’ve seen your picture on the nightstand. Vince says you’re a boring little nun. Says he can’t even get hard looking at you.” I snapped. My hand shaking, I hurled a glass of red wine in her face. She shrieked, stumbled back, and crashed into a glass cabinet. Blood bloomed across the carpet. Vince burst in and slapped me so hard I hit the floor. "Are you insane?! She's carrying my heir!" My heart shattered. As I fell, a darker pool of blood spread beneath me. Our baby. I was miscarrying. And when forced to choose between his wife and his whore, Vince chose her. He forgot who put him on his throne. I’m not some trophy wife he can discard. I am a DeLuca. A princess of the underworld. So for revenge, I married his worst enemy, Dante Costello. And when we burned his empire to the ground, Vince finally broke. He got on his knees and begged me to come back.

My fated mate, Alpha Ethan, chose another woman over me. Not once. Not twice. But ninety-nine times. He always claimed it was for the pack. He always swore he loved me. He always promised that next time, I would be his priority. Then she showed up at his Alpha ceremony. The outsider, Oliva. In my Luna gown. My Beta saw red and told Oliva to get her ass out of our pack. Ethan abandoned me on the stage—on the night we were to be crowned together—and stormed down to shield Oliva in his arms. For the hundredth time, he ordered me to apologize for the sake of an alliance. As if she was the victim. And just like that... I was done. I drew my silver dagger and sliced it across my palm. "I, Ivana, before the Moon Goddess and the Elders, reject my mate bond with Alpha Ethan." He thought I was throwing a tantrum. He was wrong. I didn't just shatter our bond. I erased him. And that’s when he lost his mind, tossing Oliva aside and begging me to come back.