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Slave. Broken. Wolfless. I've always been the perfect toy for pain and pleasure to the ruthless Alpha Jax who owned me. Twenty years, I've lived in abuse, toture and slavery so one night I decided to run away from it all to find freedom, only to discover I had stepped into the pack of our enemy. I'm taken to their cruel and merciless Alpha Ares who fails to recognize me as Jax's slave so I thought I was free, but the only way he lets me stay in his pack is to be a slave once more.His slave.

Small town investigator, Evette, is no stranger to crime scenes. But when her violent nightmares start coming true and she finds herself waking up bloody and naked, she fears she may be the one to blame. Her world is turned upside down when Alpha Thane saves her life, and both Thane and his estranged twin brother claim her as their mate. Evette is a werewolf and she never even knew it. All she wants is a happy ending with her mates, but can she adapt to her new life as a werewolf and free herself from the clutches of her enemies?

It’s all she can do to get the voices in her head to keep quiet, they seem to be more these days, asking her to go back home, but where is home, Kira isn’t really sure after her mom left her at the church gates at the age of 12. Home before that was the forest but which one it is, she wasn’t sure after all these years now. But her voices that have been with her since she left want her to set them free and God help her, she will stop at nothing to set those tormented voices free.

Ava longs for her father's love, but instead, she faces his terror and abuse. Sold into slavery by the very man who should protect her, she finds herself under the ruthless control of Mr. Drake. But she is not one to succumb to despair. With strength and resilience, she fights against the darkness that surrounds her. As she plots her escape and seeks revenge on those who have wronged her, Ava's journey becomes a thrilling tale of survival and retribution. Will she break free from the chains that bind her and rewrite her own destiny, or will the shadows of her past consume her?

Zein Vergara thought she understood love, until betrayal tore their world apart. After tricking Elio Ashford into signing a divorce agreement, she told him coldly, “I don’t want you anymore.” But he refused to accept defeat, his desperate grip refusing to loosen. Amidst a world of broken promises and silent wars, Zein’s path crosses with the powerful and mysterious Warren Anderson, whose cold gaze warns her that the past isn’t done with her yet. In a story of love, loss, and quiet strength, can she finally break free?

After helping to free her sister from the chain of her abusive ex-husband, Zena left to find her path, and it has been 7 years since she moved to a new city, and everything was going great for her, she moved up in her job and she also has a stable relationship, Zena life was perfect but sometimes perfect can be boring, missing the thrill of an adventure, Zena embarked on an undercover mission to caught a dangerous criminal, but the universe had other plans for her as it leads her back to where she never thought she would end up in again. Back with Leonardo Conti.

After I get pregnant, my husband goes jogging every night. One night, he leaves in such a hurry that he only wears his smart watch. He forgets to bring his phone with him. I accidentally see the messages he sends his female colleague. "Want to come over for a free meal? And maybe… a little of me, too?" "I'm not really hungry tonight—except for a taste of you." The chicken stew he's fed me tonight gurgles in my stomach as it turns. If I remember correctly, he's just introduced this colleague to my brother.

NITE ALBERONA—-When his beloved was raped and killed. He wants to know the culprit, and all pointing fingers are directed to a secret organization called Foedus Corp. Avenge. Mission. Requite. He found a way to be welcomed by the organization itself. And once he was in, he started to dig graves for the seven mighty founders of Foedus. And when he thought rainbows were not for him, he met her again—NOVEMBER SCOTTO—a pretty but lethal eighteen-year-old mafia heiress who asked his service to ambush all her bodyguards, so she could have a day alone and free from her brother.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....