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One night of rebellion. A lifetime of consequences. I was the princess of the High Pack, destined for a life of luxury and a bonded mate. Then the fire happened. My father was imprisoned, our lands were seized, and my name became a curse. Now, I’m just Ivy Mercer, a struggling medical intern fighting to keep my mother alive in a sterile ward I can’t afford. When my fiancé, Blake Ryder, publicly discards me for a cruel opportunist, I do the unthinkable. I walk into SkyDeck 71, drown my sorrows in moon-essence, and surrender my virtue to a lethal, golden-eyed stranger. I didn't know he was Cole Ryder. The "Ice King" of the West Coast. The Alpha of Alphas. And my ex-fiancé’s uncle. Now, I’m caught in a dangerous game of territory and temptation. Cole is cold, controlling, and far too powerful to cross, yet he’s the only one standing between me and the vipers who want to see me crawl. He offers me a contract to save my family, but his touch demands a much steeper price: my absolute submission. As the pack secrets unravel and my heart begins to heal under his unexpected tenderness, I have to wonder—is he protecting me from the wolves at my door, or is he the most dangerous predator of them all? He’s the Alpha I should fear. He’s the protector I crave. And in the dark of the moon, he’s the only one who can make me feel whole again.

Vincent,the Don of the Mafia,and I had just exchanged our vows in church when he brought home an orphan. He said it was to repay a life debt. From that day on,whenever it came to that girl,Lila,I always came second. Lila framed me.She claimed I forced her to touch drugs.In a fit of rage,Vincent locked me in the Family's underground water dungeon for three full days and nights. "The freezing water of the dungeon will teach you what mercy means!" The bone-chilling cold was absolute torture.My heart completely died.I begged him through a high fever and pure despair. Yet Lila just nestled into his chest,her voice dripping with fake concern. "Elena is the Donna of the Family,after all.When she suffers,your heart hurts too.I really can't bear to see you like this." Later,just to coax a smile out of Lila,Vincent publicly handed over my West Coast smuggling docks to her—a clueless little brat who couldn't even read a ledger. This time,I didn't say a single word. I simply took off my wedding ring. A few days later,on the verge of a breakdown over my complete disappearance and tearing the city apart like a madman looking for me,he finally got the news. I had been accepted into an Ivy League medical research institute,directly joining their highest-level,top-secret,closed-off medical program. And I was never coming back. He completely lost his mind.

Alsie Jones is a homicide detective in the human world. Alsie Neferet is a 24-year-old member of the Far-Side Moon Pack. Alsie is a human-wolf hybrid, or so she has been told her entire life. The Far-Side Moon Pack is the largest, most powerful, pack on the West Coast and it is undergoing a leadership transition, with the 24-year-old Sandolf Triplets preparing to become the new Alphas. However, their father, current Alpha, Kordell, will not step down until the triplets find their Luna. Osiris, Evander, and Andrew know who their mate is. When they decide to discuss the matter with their father, they encounter a deity named Wepwawet who gives them a warning: "Keep Alsie safe, or I will bring ruin to your family and pack." The triplets must ensure Alsie's safety, navigate interactions with the Sheriff's Office, investigate a pack member's murder, and locate an ancient artifact on neutral ground, all before their 25th birthday. While also learning that their story and history isn’t entirely accurate. Alsie is destined to become one of the most powerful beings of the Underworld on the planet, if she can stay alive. Alsie and the Sandolf triplets must join forces with other beings of the supernatural, the underworld, and humans alike to accomplish and fulfill the prophecy of King Sekhemkhet and keep centuries old bloodlines alive. On this journey Alsie and the triplets will come across witches, warlocks, vampires, werefoxes, and a species that was thought to be a myth, the werecats descendants and guardians of Ra. All the while Alsie is still holding on to her job in the human world, as a detective. The more she investigates the death of their pack member the closer she gets to the ultimate enemy Fenrir the evil monstrous wolf of Ragnarok.

ABEL "I will inform the King that the Princess of Silvermere bought the slave as a gift for her father," Sir Bowman says, bowing in front of the young future alpha queen of Silvermere. She is enticingly beautiful just as the stories say. But why is she buying me? There are more stronger slaves she could have picked. "We would have loved to clean him up for you if you weren't in such a hurry to-" "Is that the actual illegitimate Prince?" she cuts off the guard, her powerful but mesmerizing voice resonating with authority. "Yes your highness. This is the b*st*rd son of his majesty's banished wife," Sir Bowman affirms, stepping aside to give the lady an unobstructed view. * * * * * In the kingdom of Edrath, strength is everything. Abel Everhart has none—or so he’s been told since the day he was cast out of his father's palace and branded a human slave. But when the powerful Crown of Elowen awakens for the first time in centuries, it doesn't choose a werewolf warrior. It chooses Abel. He expected to die a slave, serving the very brothers who stole his birthright. He never expected to be bought by Rowena of Silvermere, the most lethal and mesmerizing Alpha Queen in the realm. Rowena doesn't do charity. She doesn't save "damsels in distress," and she certainly doesn't care for King Roderick’s bloodline. But when the ancient Crown of Elowen points it's magic toward a man in shackles, Rowena makes her cunning move. She buys Abel as her rightful property. To others he is just her plaything, but to her he is the key to a a Crown meant to rule Kings.

You can't win someone’s heart by loving them hard. Angelica Ivanov understands this when she couldn't win her Mate’s heart even after the three years of their marriage. Her Mate Alexei Ivanov is in love with his childhood sweetheart. He was forced to make Angelica his Mate as she was his fated mate. But she failed to make her place in his heart. She loses all her hopes when her Mate believes that she killed the Beta’s Mate when it was Alexei's lover who did it to frame her. She left him. After she left him he realised his feelings for her so he went to bring her back but it was too late. He comes to know that she died in a road accident. He sank into the pit of guilt and regret. One-day he runs into a girl named Rosaline Davenport who looks exactly like his dead Mate. And he realised that his wife wasn't dead so he started to chase his abandoned wife. But will she give him a second chance or will she choose the guy who loves her for whom she means the world to him? ***** Book - 1 of the Davenport family series. Book-1: ALPHA ALEXEI'S REMORSE (Rosaline Davenport & Alexei Ivanov) Spin-off Book- King's Of Game ( Aurelia Ivanov & Jason West) Book-2: Betrayed By My Mate Claimed By His Stepbrother (Ariella Davenport & Zach Killian Winchester)

Synopsis - Isabelle Ellwood, a plain, fuller-figured 19-year-old, hides her poetic soul and dreams of teaching behind dry wit, overshadowed by her beautiful sister who is counted as a family jewel for her grace and beauty and an ambitious father dreaming of snagging a royal title. When Prince Sebastian Nathaniel Winthorne, a bold, dark, and formidable warrior-king at 30, announces a bride-selection season at Cresthaven Palace, Isabelle dares to hope—not for love, but to glimpse the scarred-handed savior of her childhood. Unbeknownst to her, and him, he’s Sebastian, whose commanding presence and passionate heart blind him to her worth, fixated instead on the angelic Amelia Everhart, Isabelle's dearest friend. A secret library meeting shatters Isabelle’s illusions: Sebastian seeks her help to woo Amelia, praising her mind yet oblivious to her love. Their friendship deepens—his admiration grows, her longing festers—culminating in a rain-soaked confrontation where the lavender and breeze ignites his primal desire, clashing with her insecurities. Public scorn and familial cruelty drive Isabelle to flee, forcing Sebastian to confront the void she leaves. As time apart unravels his obsession with Amelia, he pursues Isabelle, his awakening raw and relentless. Their reunion at a glittering ball sparks a dance of resentment and longing, leading to a climactic confession where love triumphs over doubt. Isabelle’s journey from invisible dreamer to empowered princess, and Sebastian’s shift from idealized obsession to soul-deep love, crafts a tale of unseen hearts finding their place—a fiercely unique love story for readers craving wit, angst, and romance. In the opulent yet unforgiving world of Regency-inspired Eldoria, The Crown's Wrong Kiss weaves a slow-burn romance of unrequited love, repressed desire, and transformative self-worth.

Ernest West left the courtroom with wings on his feet. Leaving Don James was, in Ernest's opinion, the best thing he had ever done for himself. No more tense silences. No more Don's silent, smothering adoration. Ernest had been released. Three years have passed since then. Now, what once was the best choice has turned into a noose around their necks. There is a sinister provision buried within the small print of the divorce papers that Ernest's attorney overlooked; they are obligated to live together and manage the small beach hotel that they used to own as a couple for an entire year. Thus, Ernest finds himself back amid the groaning wooden boards and salty panes of glass within the walls of where their love once withered away. However, Don is no longer the same weak and longing man that Ernest abandoned. He now stands as an intimidating pillar of cold indifference, forged by the stony resolve and lack of concern. Not even a passing glance comes from Don’s green eyes, which regard Ernest with only polite reserve. A year of closeness. A year of unresolved tension. A year of dealing with each and every lie that Ernest tried to bury beneath "irreconcilable differences." In the beginning, the plan is a silent battle—appointments stuck to the fridge, dinners taken in different corners of the house. Yet, there’s something about closeness that reveals the whole truth. Ernest discovers the picture albums that Don never discarded. He listens to telephone conversations in the dead of night that reveal the loneliness he feels himself. And gradually, painfully, he discovers that the greatest error made wasn’t the separation. It was letting Don leave.

SHE DIED BETRAYED. SHE WAS REBORN FOR REVENGE. ☆☆☆ On the Grand Moon Night, Serena finally found her fated mate—only to witness Alpha Dominic in bed with her step-sister, Vivian. When she confronted them, they didn't just reject her. They killed her. Thrown off a cliff and left for dead, Serena made a desperate prayer to the Moon Goddess: Give me another chance, and I'll make them pay. Her prayer was answered. Serena awakens in a new body with a new face, but the same burning need for vengeance. She's now Serena Hayden, daughter of the West Pack's Beta, and she's just married the most dangerous wolf in existence—Supreme Alpha Kael, ruler of the North Pack. But nothing is as it seems. Kael has three mistresses who want her gone, a dead brother who just returned alive, and secrets darker than the blood moon itself. Worse, he knows something's different about her. He can sense the fire burning beneath her skin, the rage simmering in her eyes, and the power thrumming through their mate bond. "I don't know who you are," he whispers against her lips, "but I'm going to find out." Serena has one goal: destroy the ones who destroyed her. But as she navigates deadly pack politics, jealous mistresses, and a Supreme Alpha who's as intoxicating as he is dangerous, she discovers something terrifying. She's falling for the one man who could expose her secret. And her enemies? They're closer than she ever imagined.

“That’s it, little sister,” he rasped against my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Soak your stepbrother’s fingers like the dirty, naughty girl you are.” Two thick fingers plunged deep into my dripping core without warning, stretching me, claiming me, pumping hard and fast. I whimpered, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the moan that threatened to betray us. “Be a good girl and stay silent…” he rumbled low in my ear, “or everyone in this library will know exactly how desperate you are to be fucked by me.” ~~~~ One reckless, drunken night. One masked stranger who set her body on fire with sin and secrets. No names. Just raw heat, tangled limbs, and forbidden pleasure. The next morning, still throbbing from the memory, Miyara walks into class only to freeze. The man commanding the lecture hall is no stranger. He’s Caden Cross, her stepbrother. The one who vanished six years ago, leaving her with a childhood crush she never quite buried. Her one-night stand. Now he’s back. Older. Darker. Her professor. The stepbrother she once ached for has returned with one purpose: to take her, ruin her, and break her completely, until she’s nothing but his. As buried secrets surface and outsiders conspire to tear them apart, Miyara must decide: fight the pull of the forbidden… or surrender to the man who’s always owned her heart and now wants every filthy, shattered piece of her. Will they burn together in the ashes of their taboo desire, consequences be damned? Or will the world force them apart before she can beg for more? ️ Warning: This story contains explicit sex scenes, stalking, non-con/dub-con acts, coercion and manipulation. Kindly proceed with caution

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing. He saw my face. That was the end of my normal life. Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive. Maybe he was right. The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through a closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head. That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about. I came here as a witness. I stayed as something else entirely. Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave. The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him. I was about to find out.