John Smith Pocahontas

Overthrown by her stepmother, sold to one of the most brutal alphas in one out of three kingdoms, and then mated to his other two rival alphas. She has the opportunity to choose and she chose but when fate slaps her with the most bitter betrayal, she gives up. A bed with the three most brutal alphas, all fighting for her for their own need and her stepmother on the side carefully orchestrating a lot of evil, she has a lot on her plate but not enough because fate wasn't done with her yet.

Max was resigned to the fact that he was never going to meet his fated mate. He was reaching close to 30 now and his pack was pressuring him to take a chosen mate. Everyone was more than aware that moon madness was only just around the corner. That is until he met her, the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor though. She wasn't a Werewolf. Can Max sweep her off her feet the conventional way before he loses his mind? Will the neighboring packs realize his fated mate is human and dispose of her, sealing Max's fate and putting his pack up for the taking? or will she run as soon as he shares his secret with her?

“Run, Lylah! Run before they decide death suits you better!” Cast out. Betrayed. Branded as the enemy. Once the cherished daughter of Beta Dalton, Lylah Crossbow’s life crumbled when her father was executed for treason he never committed. Branded an outcast and scorned by her own pack, Lylah endures cruelty and isolation under her aunt’s oppressive rule. Her only comfort? Ethan, a fellow omega equally cast aside. But destiny doesn’t care about social rank or shattered hearts. It rips Lylah from the shadows and throws her into the merciless spotlight when a disastrous mating ball reveals her as the fated mate of Alpha Harris. Rejected and exiled, Lylah finds herself wandering the wilds, fighting for survival. Yet salvation comes from the most unexpected place—a ruthless pack ruled by a man thought dead. Lylah must navigate betrayal, ambition, and a war threatening to engulf everything she once knew. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, Lylah must find the strength to rise from the ashes of her past. Because this time, she’s not just fighting for herself. She’s fighting for revenge. And she’s not fighting alone.

I’m Isabella Russo, the mafia princess everyone loves to hate. Adrian Moretti—ice-cold underboss in a tailored suit—was sent to “discipline” me. I torched his villa, wrecked his meetings, even tried to make him lose control. At night, he did. Against glass, leather, marble—he taught me surrender and I hated how much I craved it. Then I learned the truth: Adrian was only a mask. His real name is Leon Moretti—heir to the empire and the fiancé promised to me since birth. It should have been a fairytale. Except my parents crowned a miracle sister who wasn’t a miracle at all. Elena slipped into my room, my heirloom, my future—and into his arms. When I was framed, caged in a walk-in freezer, whipped for a lie, he chose her. So I sold the engagement for $200M, left a single recording as proof, and vanished. By the time Leon becomes Don, he finally listens—to the tape that proves Elena’s an impostor… and to the echo of my footsteps leaving him for good. Now the most dangerous man in New York is done being careful. He’s hunting the woman he broke.

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die. When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything. Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire. But none of it brought me back.

Kristen hatte nicht nur einen überdurchschnittlichen IQ sondern war auch gleichzeitig stolze Besitzerin eines eigenen Tattoo- Studios. Nun stand ihr achtzehnter Geburtstag vor der Tür. Nachdem sie jahrelang von ihrer Mutter misshandelt worden war, hatte sie beschlossen, ihr Rudel zu verlassen. Ihr Tattoo- Studio lief gut, also hatte sie genug Geld zur Verfügung. Sie wollte sich in ihr eigenes Abenteuer stürzen, ganz egal, wer ihr Gefährte war. Leider hatten mehrere Männer ein Problem mit ihrer Unabhängigkeit. Kristens feurige Persönlichkeit hatte sie in eine Situation gebracht, in der sie sich allen Dingen stellen mussten, denen sie eigentlich versucht hatte zu entfliehen. Wie viel kann eine Person ertragen, bevor sie aufgibt?

Blake is the kind of man people whisper about—ruthless on the road, fiercely loyal to his brothers, and carrying shadows of his own. He wasn’t looking for a woman to save, and Lucy wasn’t looking for a man to need. Yet something unspoken pulls them together, a slow-burn attraction edged with danger and longing. As the world of the Steel Vipers collides with the demons Lucy has tried to bury, trust becomes a weapon, and love a risk neither of them is sure they can afford. But when past and present threaten to destroy them both, Lucy and Blake will have to decide if they’re strong enough to fight not only for survival— but for each other.

Denied for 18 years, Grace finally got the approval of her father, Alpha Dean, to take a vacation. She had never left the safety of the Black Hallow Pack. What her father didn't know, she never had plans to return once her vacation was over. Grace had a secret that even her father didn't know about, and never planned on telling him. However, any plans she thought she had came to a quick halt. Grace had a knack for getting into unfavorable situations and that included her first night visiting the Boone Valley Pack. The bar fight might not have been her fault but the last thing she expected was to be handcuffed. To make matters worse, the person that came to collect them from the human police was her mate. How will her mate react to meeting her for the first time, while being handcuffed? Will he rescue her from the claws of her father? The biggest question, can he keep her safe once her secret gets out?

El día que se suponía que iba a ser mi boda, la novia no era yo. La ceremonia que había esperado durante cinco años se convirtió en una broma cuando Valentina, mi hermana, caminó por el pasillo de mármol con un vestido de novia blanco. Su brazo estaba entrelazado con el de Luca, el hombre que se suponía que me estaría esperando en el altar. —Lo siento, Bianca —dijo suavemente—. Pero ya no eres la novia hoy. Luego se tocó el estómago; sus ojos brillaban de triunfo. —Estoy embarazada del hijo de Don Romano. Sus palabras detonaron dentro de mi cabeza, y el mundo entero se quedó en silencio. Como si temiera que no le creyera, levantó algo brillante hacia la luz. Una imagen de ultrasonido en blanco y negro. Se leía claramente: [Edad gestacional —12 semanas.] Mis ojos ardieron, las lágrimas escocieron mientras me giraba hacia Luca, buscando desesperadamente cualquier cosa. Una negación, una explicación, o un arrepentimiento. En cambio, él solo suspiró, agotado y resignado. —Bianca, lo siento —dijo con impotencia—. A Valentina no le queda mucho tiempo. Esta boda... era su último deseo. Te lo compensaré —añadió—. Podemos tener otra boda más tarde. Mi padre, Moretti, se paró detrás de él, con la misma expresión severa que había usado toda mi vida. Nunca lo he visto sonreírme, ni siquiera una vez. —Bianca —dijo bruscamente—, tu hermana se está muriendo. Déjala tener esto. Mi hermano asintió sin decir una sola palabra, como si eso fuera suficiente para ser una respuesta sólida. Toda mi vida, la habían elegido a ella, sus lágrimas, sus caprichos y sus necesidades, por encima de las mías. Hoy no era diferente. Algo dentro de mí se rompió silenciosamente. Bien. Si nadie en esta familia se preocupa por mí, me iré.

„Ich brauche deine Hilfe, um einen Privatjetabsturz vorzutäuschen“, sagte ich leise. „Es ist die einzige Möglichkeit, Luca Moretti jemals zu verlassen.“ Man sagte, er hätte für mich auf den Mafiathron verzichtet. Sie nannten ihn den Mann, der Macht gegen Liebe eingetauscht hatte – den Erben, der Blut und Gold aufgab, nur um eine Kellnerin aus den Slums zu heiraten. Jahrelang ließ er die Welt an uns glauben. Er baute Imperien in meinem Namen. Er schickte mir jeden Montag Rosen. Er sagte der Presse, ich sei seine Rettung. Aber Liebe ist nicht immer gleichbedeutend mit Treue. Während ich noch an „für immer“ glaubte, baute er hinter meinem Rücken ein zweites Zuhause auf – eines voller Lachen, Spielzeug und Zwillingssöhne mit seinen Augen. In der Nacht, in der ich verschwand, brannte sein Imperium. Er zerriss Städte, bestach Regierungen, und ließ Männer lebendig begraben, nur um mich zu finden. Doch als er es endlich tat – war ich schon längst fort. Und die Frau, für die er einst gestorben wäre, liebte ihn nicht mehr genug, um am Leben zu bleiben.