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"In a world where werewolf packs reign, 20-year-old Sheila Thompson, an Omega she-wolf, is forcibly marked by Luca Andres, the ruthless Alpha of the Dark Moon pack. Abused and tormented, Sheila discovers her own strength and ancient lineage, tied to the Moon Goddess. As she fights for freedom, Sheila is drawn to James Lockwood, Alpha of the White Dove pack, who claims they shared a past life. With the help of unexpected allies, Sheila must escape Luca's grasp, confront her own destiny, and ignite a rebellion to topple the oppressive Dark Moon pack."

For five years, I let my husband’s mistress take whatever she wanted. My birthday. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a damaged family still had to be better than none at all. It wasn’t. This year, my husband took his mistress away for their birthday trip, and my son ran straight into her arms and called her Mom. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago: no matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the one they chose. So I filed for divorce. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His mistress thought she had won. My son did not even look back. None of them believed I could really walk away. Then a call came from overseas: Matteo Bellandi’s wife was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.

"Let’s get married as soon as possible," said my fiancee, Clementine Knaupper, out of nowhere during dinner. I froze with the spoon in hand. Over the last three years, I proposed to get married seven times, and she turned me down all seven times with all sorts of reasons. Then, she told me with a shifty look in her eyes, "I… I’m two months pregnant. The pregnancy is going to start showing soon." I set aside my spoon and stared intently at her. "You were on a business trip two months ago, weren’t you?" She gulped before stating in a troubled voice, "The baby… is my assistant, Stanley Brickley’s. I had too much to drink that night, and I thought it was you. "The doctor says if I get an abortion, it will be difficult for me to have children again. After we get married, we can announce my pregnancy. We can tell people it’s our baby. "Then, I will send Stanley and the baby away. They won’t come back after that." I looked at the woman I had loved for seven years, and for the first time, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. "Clementine, let’s call off our engagement."

In a world where Omegas are born to obey, submission is not a choice, it's an expectation. Klein has spent his entire life defying that expectation. Fierce, stubborn, and unbreakable, he refuses to bow his head to anyone. While other Omegas accept their fate, Klein fights against it. He doesn't beg. He doesn't cry. And he certainly doesn't kneel. No matter how cruel the world becomes, he refuses to let it break him or control him, not after everything he has survived. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. The Omega who feared nothing finds himself on his knees, desperate and pleading. Not for forgiveness. Not for mercy. But for the attention of the two men who have completely unraveled his world. The infamous twins of the Blackshadow Pack. Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. And for the first time in his life, Klein discovers that rebellion becomes far more complicated when the people you refuse to obey are the very ones you can't resist.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

The sky turned red, and meteors fell. Screams and explosions everywhere. For an unknown reason, people started having magic abilities.. Most were happy, but it didn't last long. Soon came the undead. To survive, kill, or be killed. Her mom disappeared. She was betrayed by her ex-fiance' and killed by her step-sister. Now she's back a year before the apocalypse, equip with magical space, this time will it be the same? Warning: mature scenes, gore & violence. Hi readers, I'm an amateur author. Please be lenient with me. This is my first novel, so please allow me to grow. Suggestions will be appreciated. Thanks!!! This story, characters, and places are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people, places, and events is purely coincidental. Would you like to buy me a cup of coffee? https://ko-fi.com/oppo_red pictures source: https://pixabay.com/ https://www.canva.com/

My sister dissapeared three days before her wedding and I was forced to get married in her stead, to the head of the Italian Mafia, Stefano De Luca, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness. My dear husband thinks he's going to get an obedient little kitty like my sister but he has no idea how wrong he is, I only have one plan and it's to drive him to the edge of frustration, I'll do everything to make sure he divorces me. ***** From the moment I saw her, I knew she was nothing but trouble, Anastasia Sidorov. My rebellious little bride. As much as I hated the idea of this marriage, Anastasia posed an interesting challenge. Even though she tries to, the chemistry between us is undeniable and I'm willing to see how far I can push my feisty little vixen, how long it'll take before I break each of of her defenses. Because from the moment we said our vows, I have no intention of letting her escape my claws.

In the rigid hierarchy of werewolf society, Natalie Silverstone exists as a ghost in her own pack house. Locked away, abused, and treated as less than nothing by her uncle's family for ten years, she survives by hiding her true rebellious nature behind a mask of meek obedience. "There's no doubt I'm a good girl," she said mockingly, and so did everyone who knew her. When a chance encounter at a mating ceremony brings her face-to-face with Florian Nightshade, the powerful second son of the Northern Territory's most dominant Alpha family, neither expects how drastically their lives will change. "Do you have a mate? Want to have sex if you don't?" Natalie made the invitation first, then all but disappeared from Florian's sight like a ghost. "Natalie Silverstone, what a name." Florian muttered a chilling laugh when he finally realized who she was. His amber eyes sparkled with determination, vowing to find her again. But nothing is simple in the dangerous world of wolf pack politics, especially when the Nightshade family faces its own power struggle. Will their unconventional relationship bring about mutual redemption or mutual destruction?

On a beautiful day, Dylan Carter - Ivy's four-year boyfriend - declares his intention to marry Ruby, Ivy's half-sister from her father's side, instead of Ivy. Faced with betrayal from her lover and sister, and pressured by her own family, Ivy reluctantly agrees to both marriages because Ruby is pregnant. The pain continues when Ivy is forced to marry Ryan, a stranger to her from the Blake family. Despite vehemently opposing the situation, Ivy ultimately had to give in. On her wedding day, Ivy accidentally discovered her husband being intimate with another woman, leading her to misunderstand the true purpose of their marriage. Filled with anger, disappointment, and pain, Ivy decided to abandon everything, unwilling to become a sacrificial pawn, and ran away from the wedding. Seven years later, Ivy and Ryan coincidentally meet again in an unexpected situation, leading to mutual hatred. Subsequently, Ivy reluctantly becomes Ryan's personal secretary. During their time working together, love blossoms between them. However, secrets from the past emerge, challenging their relationship. Will their love be strong enough to overcome, or is this encounter just another chapter of tragedy?

"Actually, I've got a much better idea." He smiled, revealing dangerous set of fangs. His eyes were already dark, and his voice had a much deadly tone. This was not the time nor the place, but I couldn't help the attraction I felt towards him in that moment. He looked so dangerous, and that was in contrast to the awkward, cringe and boring Alpha I'd always known. His hands came down to grab my waist roughly. My face was pressed up against his chest, and I could hear his steady heartbeat. My arm fell limp at my side when he suddenly brought his mouth to a sensitive spot on my neck. Something kept shouting at me to run, run as fast as I can away from this Alpha. I was never one to run away from danger, not when it's this enticing. So I indulged myself. " Alpha! What are you doing?" I heard Mark ask in a panicked voice. Aaaw! Was Big Markie scared for me?? "What the fuck are you doing?" He shouted this time. "What I should have done a long time ago." Benard replied in a gruff voice. It sent pleasurable shivers down my spine. "No." I heard Cara growl in protest, but she was no match for the Alpha. I was left in shock and agony as an excruciating sensation ran down my neck. My whole body was on fire, and hot tears ran down my tightly shut eyes. He marked me. He fucking marked me! oh shit! I'm definitely going to die of rabies. ****************************************** What happens when a huntress finds herself in a pack of hateful wolves? What more when she finds out that the Alpha thinks they're meant to be? Will she automatically submit to him? Will she make a run for it?