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After the one night stand Zena had with HIM. It yielded to something else. It resulted to something they both needed to face. But would it work out? Seeing he wasn’t interested in her, and he also has a fiancé who he’s about getting married to. Does Zena stand a chance. Knowing fully well that she was with his child? Not to talk of his mother not wanting their union, and also the little chance of them not being together. Would there fight for their love? Find out!

"Dad, I think something is wrong.""What do you mean?""I'm smelling four.""Four?""Yes, there are four different scents. I don't know how to explain it but they all have the same earthly scent, but something else to it. What does that mean?""You have four mates.""Four mates? That can't be real, I have never heard of that before." Avery was in a state of panic now, which caused her to involuntarily transform back to her human form.

They were supposed to be on the same team. Santos Khyle arrived in Seattle as the Soul Reapers' most anticipated rookie in years, a natural-born scorer with something to prove and a chip on his shoulder the size of a regulation puck. Gunner Jäger had been tearing up the ice as the team's feared enforcer for two seasons, and he had zero interest in sharing his spotlight with some orange-haired twenty-one year old who looked at him like he was a problem to be managed. From the moment they met, it was war. On the ice, they were a disaster. Off it, they were worse. Screaming matches in corridors. Fists through locker room walls. A live on-air brawl that made every highlight reel in North America and earned them both a suspension, a lecture from their furious coach, and the undivided attention of the entire hockey world. Nobody could stand to watch them together. Nobody could look away either. Because underneath the fury and the bruises and the months of spectacular mutual destruction, something else was building. Something neither of them had language for yet. Something that felt uncomfortably like the only fight either of them was actually afraid to lose. The Soul Reapers are one playoff run away from everything. Gunner and Khyle are one honest conversation away from falling apart completely. Or maybe, just maybe, from finally figuring out what they are to each other. Pucking Up the Ice is a slow burn MM romance set in the brutal and beautiful world of professional hockey. It contains explicit language, on-ice violence, emotional gut punches, two men who are absolutely terrible at feelings, and a love story that had to break everything before it could build something worth keeping.

Laurent Leyva grew up in Valencia, Spain and moved to the Philippines when he was sixteen years old after the death of his mother. Being the secret bastard of the country's head of state and later on introduced as the president's nephew; Laurent never anticipated it. He eventually met his half-brother named Sebastian Gabrielle Blanco, who was numb, cold, and slightly a temperamental artist. Until one night, Sebastian and Laurent did something that shocks the entire country. Something that people did not expect at all.

They are both wondering: Can they truly move on, or will the embers of their past reignite into something far more dangerous?

Riven is carrying the last child the world was never meant to see. An outlawed Omega, swollen with a forbidden pregnancy, he’s been hunted from the moment he drew breath—his scent alone enough to drive Alphas into madness. He’s survived by hiding, running, and trusting no one. Until he stumbles into the territory of Cazriel Vane. The Hunter Alpha. Ruthless. Unyielding. Bred to spill blood and erase threats like Riven from existence. But when Cazriel catches him, trembling and defiant, something ancient snaps into place. Something primal. Something irreversible. Now bound by a curse that defies every law, the coldest Alpha alive finds himself tethered to the boy he was meant to kill. And protecting him might be the only thing that saves what’s left of his soul. The world wants Riven dead. Cazriel wants him safe. And the child growing between them? It might burn the entire kingdom to the ground.

"You can only consider yourself a good person if you can maintain it during the worst days of your life." After living a life of being sheltered, Eleonna Rielle Salvelle discovered something that her parents has kept from them. Something different from the environment they grew in. In the midst of her journey to try and set things right, her fate seems to keep pushing her to her limits that if she won't be able to suppress might lead her to the worst part of herself.

Just a one night stand, she thought. To quench her thirst. Something merely...simple, with no strings attached to her...mate. Yet, this quick fix turned into something much more. Something neither one of them anticipated. After two years of an almost non-existent contact, she vowed to let go of the supposed mate; one who doesn't want her. With the daily struggles to fit into the norm of the society, she figured she was better off alone, than waiting on a man who clearly doesn't want her. They call him 'Bastard'. 'The Unwanted Prince.' 'The Rogue Prince.' Yet, all he craves, all he ever wanted, was to be loved. Yet, when finally blessed with the opportunity, Amari Maverick shoves it away, embracing the idea of being unworthy. What happens when their paths crosses once more, their paths leading them to investigate the issue with the Lycan Kingdom and other realms alike? Will they embrace it and work together? Or will they further drift apart?

"Has anyone heard of this city?! No one seems to remember it, and something horrific might have happened to it."

It was never part of my plan to get attached. I was just a freelance model, newly signed under a rising modeling agency in town. Everything was supposed to be simple; work, exposure, growth. Then came Dr. Aria Williams — dermatologist, surgeon, and the woman who was supposed to fix me. Chaos started the moment I met her. The way she talked, the way she looked at me felt like she was studying every inch of who I was. Every word I said, every silence I made, she read me like I was her favorite patient. It made me uncomfortably hot, and yet... I kept coming back. I told myself it was part of the therapy, the strange pull I felt toward her was part of it. But the way she looked at me; cold, curious, almost hungry, said otherwise. I hated her for it. I felt it every time her voice softened, every time her fingers lingered on my skin longer than they should. She called it treatment. I called it control. What started as therapy turned into something dark and deeper. I wanted to be beautiful, to be ready for the public, but what we craved became something private, something only between us. And the more sessions I had with her, the stronger the connection grew. Until one day, her eyes focused on someone else. And every time their eyes met, it burned through me. When she saw it, she offered something that challenged me. To be her slave and she'll be mine— alone. Soon, I found myself following her every order, fulfilling her desires without question. Along the way, I realized her obsession had become mine too. And before I could stop, the hate I once felt for her turned into something else.