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My wife, Janice Frost, was an interworld traveler. People like her weren't supposed to form attachments with anyone in another world. But she fell for me the moment she saw me. Every time her feelings stirred, it tore through her, like her soul was being ripped apart. She had endured that pain 99 times. Later, I was abducted and taken to North Kaman. They beat me every day, over and over. Right when I was about to break, I remembered the method Janice once taught me, a way to reach her across worlds. Somehow, I managed to use it. But instead of her voice alone, I heard her speaking with her mentor from the other side. "Janice, how could you contact a resistance group yourself and have them take Samuel? I thought you loved him." Janice's voice was cold and hard. "This ordeal was meant for Tim. I had to do this to save him. Samuel is the main protagonist of this world. He's protected by fate. Nothing will happen to him. Once this mission is done, I can stay in this timeline for good. When that happens, I'll make it up to him." My chest tightened until it felt like it might split open. When those people closed in on me again, I stopped resisting completely.

️ Warning: This isn't a love story. This is sin. This is a game of betrayal, lust, obsession, possession, and fate wrapped in slick heat and dangerous hands. This book will leave you wet, aching, and rubbing your thighs while trying not to scream. You’ll hate yourself for loving it—and love yourself for coming back for more. If you're looking for gentle kisses and soft-spoken heroes, stop now. These men don’t stop when she cries. They don’t back down when she begs. And she doesn’t want them to. She wants them to ruin her. She wants to be dripping with the cum of one while the other slam inside her. She wants one claiming her left nipples while the other is by the right. Zevara isn't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom—but her body is fire, and her scent is a curse wrapped in temptation. The kind that drives even the strongest Alphas insane. All her life, she was told she’d be nothing but the Pack’s whore, just like her mother. She escapes to Eclipse Moon College, desperate for a new life, a future untouched by lust and shame. But when her scent hits the palace halls, all hell breaks loose. An ice-hockey prince. His powerful, dominant Alpha father. Two men, both cursed with longing. Both ready to go to war for her body. For her heat that captivates, corrupts and intoxicates. Zevara tries to fight her fate.… until she realizes she doesn’t want to. Now, she wants to be hunted. She wants to be the prize. She wants them to breed her... and break her. If you’re looking for gentle love, soft kisses, and easy happily-ever-afters—walk away. This is obsession. This is war. This is Breed Me, Break Me, Alphas.

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade. He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go." In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk. Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him. After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray. She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other." A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable. Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night. On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax. The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family. I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone: "Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. " "This is what she owes Clara." You like playing games, Rocco. But in this life, I refuse to play along.

 “Now that I’ve gotten alcohol inside you," he says, "perhaps you can tell me why you’re stalking me.” “I came to seduce you, Mr. Hart." --- On the evening of my boyfriend's twenty-fifth birthday, I caught him kissing my cousin sister. The selfish prick dumped me. He chose her. After everything we've been through together. Now I must have my revenge. Mike stole my heart and betrayed me with my own cousin. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I can feel that fury igniting within me. Mike took what mattered to me, and now, I’m going to take something equally valuable to him. Yes, Mike’s father. His single and very rich father. The only person Mike cares about other than himself.  I’ll steal his father’s heart. And I’m going to ruin Mike. Let the game begin.

After an abrupt stampede, Freya was hastily taken to the hospital, yet her mate Kingsley found solace in another woman. For three long years, Freya harbored the hope that her love would thaw Kingsley's icy heart, but alas, her yearning proved to be nothing more than a jest. She observed Kingsley showering the other woman with affection, and now, weary of unrequited devotion, she resolved to depart, vowing to reject him. However, the aloof Kingsley underwent an astonishing transformation, assuming a new persona as he fervently pursued Freya.

"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins." Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses. --- Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest. Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile. He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name. He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one. When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding. Love was never supposed to find him again. It sent the wrong sister anyway.

She woke up in a billionaire's arms in a penthouse with a view of the Seine. She was wearing a ring she didn't remember saying yes i do to When Lana Cruz wakes up after a terrible accident, the only person there is Adrian Black, the powerful CEO who says she is his wife. His touch is familiar, and his voice is strong but all of my memories of him are gone. They look like the perfect couple to everyone but this is the revenge Adrian has been waiting years for. Lana broke his heart once, and now he plans to make her fall in love with him again, only to break her heart when she is most vulnerable. But Paris is a city full of life and danger. Rooftop parties under the sparkling Eiffel Tower, moonlit walks along the Seine, and sparkling galleries set the stage for love, lies, and secrets that could ruin both of them. As they fall in love, the line between revenge and desire gets blurry. Lana and Adrian must choose between letting the past take over their lives or giving in to a love that is strong enough to heal even the worst wounds. A storm of passion, betrayal, and redemption in the middle of modern Paris.

"You faked the DNA test." On my anniversary, my family called me a fraud. My husband handed me divorce papers without hesitation. "You were never meant to be my wife." Overnight, I was discarded. The scandal of the city. But they forgot one thing: I never needed them. Before I was his wife, I was Mirena Sterling. The Investment Queen. A Wall Street legend. A racing champion. I gave it all up for a man who threw me away. Big mistake. Months later, I bought his company. He begged at my feet. "Give me another chance." I didn't even look at him. "Sorry, darling. I don't recycle trash." Then my former rival dropped to one knee. Alexander Pierce—the man who once mocked my fall. "Take back everything they stole," he murmured, eyes burning. "Then take me too."

Before the wedding, Alpha Kevin’s first love, Sandra Barlow, was betrothed to none other than David Wright—the most infamous rogue Alpha along the Mississippi River. A wolf so ruthless, even the werewolf Council preferred to pretend he didn’t exist. Alpha Kevin, ever the noble hero, couldn't bear to see his precious white moonlight thrown into the fire pit. So, what did he do? With the werewolf army of the Midnight Ridge Pack, he stormed into the rogue den and snatched her away from Alpha David. That very night, they registered their marriage and held a wedding. And me? Oh, the entire Midnight Ridge Pack was practically at the thought of watching Gamma Diana Gilbert—the strongest female warrior in the pack—get humiliated. After all, my years of loyalty, my unmatched skills, my blood spilled for this pack? Worthless. Why? Because their beloved Alpha had chosen another. I braced myself for the whispers, the pitying glances. But then— The very next day, Alpha David, the same rogue who’d been so cruelly robbed of his mate, climbed onto my villa’s security wall like a damn cat burglar. He perched there, arms crossed, watching me with an infuriatingly lazy smirk. “Wife pays for her husband’s debt,” he drawled, his voice carrying the rough edge of a wolf who lived lawless and free. “Alpha Kevin stole my mate. So I figured—you should compensate me by becoming my rogue Luna.” He grinned, canines flashing. “ That’s fair, isn’t it?” I nodded. “Fair.”