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My name is Cedric Bainbridge. For six years, I've been hiding the fact that I'm married to Beatrice Thorne, the CEO. Despite everything, she won't allow our son to call her "Mom". Once again, his birthday slips her mind. Her thoughts are entirely consumed by her male secretary. I've had enough. I sign the divorce papers and walk away with our child for good. For the first time, Beatrice, who is always so calm, completely loses control. She storms into my office, demanding to know where I've gone. But this time, neither my son nor I will ever look back.

Book 1, Alania Wilson is a she-wolf daughter of the Red Winter Pack's beta, born with extraordinary abilities, desired by all the alphas for her ability to become one of the strongest Luna ever. When she is 14 years old, Alpha Julius of the Blue Mountain Pack tries to kidnap and abuse her to make her his and prevent anyone else from having her. Her father and brother will send her away to protect her, and when she is 18, she will return home to fulfill her destiny. But she comes back stronger than ever and with the intention of not accepting her mate because she wants to be the master of her own destiny and become the first alpha female. The moon goddess has another path prepared for her. When she finds her mate in her alpha Hansen, she tries to evade the mating bond by using magic. Hansen, without knowing that she is his mate feels the bond between them. The desire and attraction are getting stronger, and Alania falls in love with him. When Alania decides to confess to Hansen that she is his mate and seems to have found happiness, Alpha Julius reappears, and everything changes.

️ Adult Romance (21+) Sesuaikan usia kalian untuk membacanya. Sidney mendongak untuk melihat wajah Alva. "Sepertinya kau mengambil banyak keuntungan dari pertemanan ini." Alva menarik punggungnya sedikit ke belakang agar dapat melihat Sidney. "Benarkah? Apa hanya aku yang mengambil keuntungan di sini?" Sidney menjilat bibirnya. "Apa yang kau pikirkan tentangku?" Alva menyipitkan sebelah matanya. "Kau mungkin berselisih dengan tunanganmu kemudian kau berlari ke pelukanku." Bukan itu maksudnya, yang Sidney maksud adalah mungkin Alva menganggapnya wanita yang rela tidur dengan sembarang pria atau wanita yang memburu Alva karena ketenarannya. Sidney kembali menatap langit London melalui jendela kaca dan menelan ludah. "Kau benar." Alva meletakkan dagunya di atas salah satu pundak Sidney. "Jadi, ini semacam caramu membalas dendam kepada tunanganmu?" Benar sekali. Jika Gerald bermain-main, ia juga bisa melakukannya. "Karena kau sangat ingin membawaku ke atas ranjang malam ini, kurasa kau tidak keberatan." Oh, konyol sekali! Seorang Alvaro Leonard yang menjadi incaran banyak wanita menjadi pelampiasan seorang wanita yang sedang bertikai dengan tunangannya. IG : cherry.blossom0311

The Northern Pack had one unbreakable rule: the Alpha heir could never bond with a human girl. Despite that, Alpha Kieran Wolfe still formed a mate bond with me. To be with me, he openly defied the Elders' Council. He endured 99 lashes and was forced to kneel at the altar for three days and nights. Even as blood soaked through his shirt, he smiled at me and said, "Elise, don't be afraid. I only want you." Eventually, the Elders' Council finally relented and agreed to let Kieran leave with me. However, there was one condition: he had to leave a pure-blood heir behind for the Pack. From that moment on, the phrase I heard most from Kieran was "wait". The first time, Kieran asked me to wait while he got another she-wolf to carry his pup. He slept with Cecelia Donati 33 times until she was carrying his pup. The second time, he told me to wait again because the first pup was a female, and the Elders wanted a male. So, Kieran slept with Cecelia 99 more times until she was carrying his pup again. Just when I thought our ordeal was finally over, their daughter, Tyra Wolfe, accidentally ate wolfsbane at her Meet the Pup Party. Everyone was convinced I had poisoned her. When they threw me into the freezing cold storage room, Kieran stood at the doorway with bloodshot eyes. "I told you to wait..." His gaze was ice-cold and cutting. "You know what wolfsbane means to our kind. Why would you hurt my pup?" The words "my pup" hit me like a knife to the heart. My fingernails dug deep into my palms as the pain tore through me. When the storage room door opened again, I loosened my bloodied hands. This time, I was not going to wait anymore.

In my last life, I was kidnapped alongside the fake heiress, Lilith Howe, at the same time. My father, the richest man in the country, claimed he had to prove his impartiality. Without a second thought, he told the police to rescue Lilith first and refused to pay a ransom for me. In front of the cameras, he declared with solemn conviction, "A daughter of the Howes must have backbone. We will never give in to criminals!" Lilith returned without a single scratch, and the internet crowned her a miracle girl. Meanwhile, I was killed by the kidnappers. There was barely anything left of me to bury. As my soul hovered above the scene, I watched my brother sneer at what little remained. "Good," he said. "At least she won't come back and be an eyesore to Lilith. We'll finally have some peace in the house." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the kidnappers called with their demands. A knife was pressed against my throat. On the other end of the line, my father's voice was just as cold, just as absolute. "I'm not choosing. My money belongs to charity. If she's a Howe, she should be ready to sacrifice for the family." I laughed. If he was willing to destroy his own flesh and blood for the sake of so-called honor, then this time, I would grant them a reunion in hell!

It was only on our first wedding anniversary that I realized the rubbers I bought before our wedding had long expired. No one would believe that my mafia husband, Andre Garcia, and I had never consummated our marriage. That night, I gathered my courage and bought a suggestive nightgown. After downing three glasses of whisky, I hugged Andre tightly and whispered in his ear, "Darling, let's do it today. I want you..." However, Andre shook my hand off indifferently as if he were handling a gun. "Danielle Lawson, do you have no shame? You've done such shameless things time and time again. If you're really that lonely, I'll order you some toys so you can play with them to your heart's content." My face turned deathly pale as I stood there, stunned. I could not understand why a wife begging for her husband's affection was considered 'shameless' behavior. I curled up on the couch, unable to help but ask on social media. Danielle: [My husband has no dysfunction. Why won't he touch me after marriage?] Someone replied: [Perhaps your husband has someone else.] Like a dagger, that comment pierced me awake. I suddenly realized—maybe the problem was not that I was unattractive but rather that he was never mine. The moment I deleted my account, I also made the decision to leave. Who could have imagined that Andre, who would usually not even glance at me, would frantically search for me after I disappeared? "Danielle, I can't get a hard-on after you left!"

What if things could turn differently? The girl named Sabrina Evelyn Flores who loves being chased realized what it feels like to chase someone you love but you can't be with. Will she get the man she loves or accept the truth that sometimes people are not meant to be?

GAMMAS OF LUST SERIES 2 👑 Hi. I'm a prostitute. Shocked? Don't be. I was named Dorothy McAllen by my parents but life made me Marilyn Paltan, a whore. I thought being a prostitute was the end of life, but little did I know there's still a light at the end of the tunnel. "Dori it's our mate!" My wolf screamed after five years she's being dormant. Mate? Does a prostitute have a mate? Not just a mate but Mates? Gamma Lucian and Gamma Lucifer the most powerful werewolf generals are my mates? Fraid they'll never take a prostitute like me I'm sure. But wait, when Lucifer grabbed my ass, his other hand pulled my jaws and I faced his ferocious eyes as he breathed, "I will support you, even if you wanted to become an assassin but any man that touches what belongs to me, will surely rot in hell!" I thought that was all untill Lucian opened the door and snatched me from his twin brother, before sealing my lips with kisses and then inserted a finger in my hole and warned me, "I own you Whore. Every hand that touches you expect mine will be dipped in the Hades till thy kingdom comes" Damn! The two of them are fuckin enemies! I mean I'm mates with twin brothers that hate each other. Save me!

“Someone will hear,” I whispered, the words breaking into a tremor. His family and the entire Castillo group were gathered just down the hall. Smack. My gasp tangled in my throat. “No, they won’t.” His palm landed again, sharp and claiming. Smack. “Do you want to know why?” All I could manage was a desperate, breathless sound. “Because you’ll stay quiet.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Won’t you, Abigail?” He rubbed the spot where he’d struck, the heat of his touch spreading like fire under my skin. Pins and needles rushed through me, making my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sound clawing its way up my throat. “Good girl.” His praise slid over me like sin, a command and a reward all at once. ***** Abigail swore off love the night she caught her boyfriend tangled up with the neighbor’s daughter. Relationships were nothing but heartbreak—until he came along. One touch from her new employer’s grandson, Christian Castillo, awakens a hunger she thought she’d buried forever. She knows it’s forbidden. She knows it can’t last. But desire has a way of burning through reason, and with Christian, surrender feels inevitable. Then her world shatters. Her employer is murdered, and the blame lands squarely on her shoulders. With prison looming and her only lifeline being a man who refuses to forgive her, Abigail is trapped between ruin and a marriage she never chose. But she won’t go down quietly. Someone is pulling the strings, and she’s determined to expose the truth—even if it costs her freedom, her heart, and the man she can’t stop craving. A story of love, betrayal, and the courage to fight for forgiveness—and for the truth.

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.