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Sienna Valeria Storm thought her only crime was surviving. As the last Ruby Wolf, she has been hunted, accused of murdering an Alpha, and forced into hiding. But when she stumbles into the path of Kieran Draven Wolfe, the most feared Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack, her fate is sealed. He offers her a choice—stand trial and face execution or become his mate to break his deadly curse. But Kieran isn’t the only one drawn to her. Ronan Voss, an assassin from her forgotten past, has been ordered to kill her, yet his heart refuses. Caius Blackthorne, a vampire prince, offers her power in exchange for her loyalty. As the Celestial Trials force her to choose a mate, dark forces rise, and secrets long buried begin to surface. Because the Midnight Syndicate doesn’t just want her dead—they want her power. And the truth? If she bonds with the wrong mate, she could doom them all. She was born a legend. She will die a queen—or a monster.

18 is the age every girl looks forward to Emandra Carter was no different, It's been months of anticipation and anxiety. She would love to see what color her wolf would be, she was a late bloomer as males and female werewolves get their wolf between the ages of 13 and 16. She was long past that and still there was no change. Her younger sister who was only a few months younger had gotten hers as early as 15 and was only waiting for her her 18th birthday to become her mate. But she was hoping for a wolf and a mate. As the Goddess will want, she is blessed with a wonderful wolf and a mate. But things never go as plan. Emandra walks her way out of the room feeling rejected and broken, life was cruel, the image of her sister and mate entangled with each other in bed professing their love for each other cemented the pain witin her. Things take a quick turn, she is sold to the ruthless alpha, the greatest of his time. Alpha chase Lobswell. Her family rejects her she is torn between accepting her fate as his breeder and giving the second chance mate a try or escaping to become a rogue and finding her real parents.

“Don't come closer. There is no way I will let you have me again” he pulls him even closer, ignoring every word Reece just spilled. As always his signature grin on his face. He was so close in a way Reece could feel his warm breath and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His grip tightened around his ass giving it a little squeeze. “Hmm,” a little moan escapes Reece’s throat. He quickly held his hands over his mouth preventing further provocation. He was hard again, the man before him realized a trump smile. Reece may fight and talk trash, but for some reason, he obeys the man's every touch and provocation. He was like a lap rat in the hands of his abuser. The hands around his waist gently loosened up, letting him free, but before he could register what was happening, his hands slid down into his jeans ``no.. not again!!!

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

“I hope you're not fooled by my sweet looks Clair?” Emelia pushed her out her way, before closing the door, she stopped, turned, and stared at her from head to toe. “Don't be mistaken, I do want a man in the streets but a beast in bed” Poison to death by her husband and lover, Emelia Zorah is granted a second chance at life. She wants nothing but to stay as far away from him as possible, 5 years ago she had loved him but now was different. She despised even the air he breathed. Escaping the lights of marriage from her destined mate, she lands in his brother's arms, but what seems like a saving option in time turns out to be the blazing fire she dived from the firepan into.

I return to the country after attending an international anesthesia academic conference. That's when I see the news of my boyfriend and twin sister getting married. I'm anxious to verify its authenticity, but my sister drugs me and induces me. "A substitute's child will only be an unwelcome bastard even if it's born. I'm just helping it move on to a better life." Then, she slices me open with a scalpel. She gouges my womb out, causing me to die from significant blood loss. Meanwhile, my boyfriend believes her lies. He's sure he's not the father of my child. He ignores my messages begging him to save me. Instead, he spreads the word about me eloping with someone else. He even wipes all traces of me from his life. "I will never see her again, forever and ever." Five years later, surveillance footage of my sister cruelly murdering me surfaces.

Rosaline died, and Sean personally put Jane into the women's prison for it. "Take good care of her"— his words made her three years in prison a living hell and even cost her a kidney. Before she went to prison, Jane said, "I didn't kill her," but Sean was unmoved. After her release from prison, she said, "I killed Rosaline, I'm guilty as sin!" Sean was livid as he said, "Shut up! I don't want to hear you say that!" Jane laughed. "Yes, I killed Rosaline Summers, and I did three years in prison for it." She escaped, and Sean scoured the whole world for her. Sean said, "I'll give you my kidney, Jane, if you'll give me your heart." But Jane looked up at Sean and said, "I don't love you anymore, Sean…"

Rosaline meninggal dunia, dan Sean secara pribadi membuat Jane dipenjara karenanya. "Tolong rawat dia dengan baik"— kata-kata itu membuat hidup Jane seperti di neraka selama 3 tahun di penjara bahkan mengorbankan satu ginjalnya. Sebelum Jane masuk penjara, ia berkata "Aku tidak membunuhnya." Tetapi Sean tidak bergeming. Setelah ia bebas dari penjara, jane berkata " Aku yang membunuh Rosaline, aku sangat bersalah" Sean pucat pasi dan menjawab, "Diam! Aku tak mau mendengar hal itu!" Jane tertawa. "Ya, Aku bunuh Rosaline Summers dan aku dipenjara 3 tahun untuk itu." Jane melarikan diri dan Sean mencarinya sampai ke ujung dunia. Sean berkata, "Aku akan memberikanmu ginjal, kalau kamu menyerahkan hatimu" Tetapi Jane hanya menatap Sean dan menjawab " Aku tak mencintaimu lagi, Sean..."

Pinatay si Rosaline at personal na nilagay ni Sean si Jane sa kulungan ng mga babae dahil dito. “Alagaan mo siya ng mabuti” — ang mga salitang sinabi ni Sean ay ginawang impyerno ang buhay ni Jane sa kulungan at nagdulot pa para mawalan siya ng kidney. Bago siya mapunta sa kulungan, sinabi niya, “Hindi ko siya pinatay,” ngunit walang epekto ito kay Sean. Matapos niyang makalaya mula sa kulungan, sinabi niya, “Pinatay ko si Rosaline, kasalanan ko ito!” Gigil na sinabi ni Sean, “Tumahimik ka! Ayokong marinig na sabihin mo iyan!” Tumawa si Jane. “Oo, pinatay ko si Rosaline Summers at nakulong ako ng tatlong taon para dito.” Tumakas siya at hinagilap ni Sean ang buong mundo para sa kanya. Sabi ni Sean, “Ibibigay ko ang aking kidney, Jane. Kung ibibigay mo ang iyong puso.” Ngunit tumingala si Jane kay Sean at sinabi, “Hindi na kita mahal, Sean...”

After four years of marriage, James Lawson, who had never posted anything on social media, unexpectedly updated his status: "What an adorable little foodie!" The attached photo showed a young woman wearing pink cat ears, eating at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed red from the spicy food as she stuck out her tongue. It was Sophie Jones, a new content creator at his company. Within a minute, our mutual friend commented: "Dude, you forgot to switch accounts!" Just like that, James's new post disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, only to show up moments later on Sophie's feed. Then James's name lit up my phone screen. In the past, I would have already taken screenshots and called him first to confront him. It would have inevitably ended in a heated argument. But this time, I calmly watched his call go to voicemail without answering.