Making Memories Of Us

Caleb Larson used to be the most insignificant member among my subordinates. That was, until he blocked a stab meant for me. That blade was 0.4 inches away from plunging right into his heart. After that, I insisted on marrying Caleb regardless of my family's objections. Since then, everyone thinks that I, the spoiled and wilful heiress to a gang, have gotten married out of love. Two years later, however, a woman seeks me out. "Are you Quinn Stewart?" she asks. She waves the gold bracelet that has the initials "CS" engraved on it. "Cal no longer loves you. He tells me that he feels nauseous whenever he sees your face. You'd better pack up and leave the Stewart family if you still have any sense left in you." I blow the steam away from my coffee cup. Not even the woman's pained screams are capable of making me frown in the slightest. But when Caleb personally rushes over and demands to know why I've chosen to beat Selene up to the point her face gets disfigured, my expression changes instantly. "Everything is over between us, Caleb!"

"Just let me hold you for a while, please," he said after setting me back down. This time, he laid me in the middle of the bed before sliding in next to me. "What if this was really me? Not a dream version of Lucy but the real thing?" I asked. He reached his hand across to me, pulling my hair behind my ear before pulling me closer to his body. "Well, in real life, you probably would have slapped me for doing this," he said, making us both laugh. Little did he know. After I witnessed my mom's murder, I fled my pack to search for a freedom I knew may never exist. I dreaded the day I would turn 18 as I never wanted a mate bond after the horror I had lived through. After years of being sold as a slave, I found myself belonging to a new pack once again. And then, I turned 18. I found not just one but two mates along with untapped power that I have no idea how to manage. ***TRIGGER WARNING - SA AND PHYSICAL ABUSE MENTIONED THROUGHOUT STORY***

Ivy lost everything as a child with no memories of what happened. When her memories start to return, she makes it her mission to get revenge for her family. However, she learns the betrayal is closer than she thought. Before she can set out to get what she wants, her mate shows up and adds more to an already full plate. Can she handle it all?

At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for Cynthia!" he said coquettishly. Simon had replied dotingly, "Of course! But you must remember to never tell Mommy that I'm not hurt. Only when she's filled with guilt will she love us forever." It turns out that my husband is faking his injury, while my son is faking being poisoned. They've played me like a fiddle the whole time. I, on the other hand, have to risk my life time and again to earn money just to treat their imaginary illness and wounds. To think that all of my earnings are used on pleasing another she-wolf… I raise my head, soon meeting Cynthia's confident gaze. "Okay. You can have him."

Abigail Crawford's life is turned upside down when she wakes up one fateful day with no memories of the last two years. She finds out she's married to a stranger, and her life is now in danger. She has no choice but to do everything in her power to survive; in the meantime, she tries to figure out who she can trust and gradually uncovers the reason for the assassination attempts on her life. Abigail Crawford will soon realize that some memories are best left forgotten.

My name's Althea Whitmore— a slave to my stepmom and stepsister. It's well-known how much my father despises me. My late mom was of Zelta bloodline, and my father hailed from a Gamma bloodline. Strangely, I was born an omega and Mom died after giving birth to me. The entire pack has known me as a jinx, and my difficulty manifesting my wolf form is not news. I turned 20 this year, I thought I would never get a mate, that I was bound and fated to suffer in my father's house. Until the Alpha prince returned from abroad for his impending coronation as the next king of the Blood Moon pack. It turned out I was his fated mate. The mate bond was too strong for either of us to resist each other and we made the most of it that night. But just a few days later, he made me stand before the whole pack and rejected me. That was it: that was the last straw. I couldn't stay in the Pack any longer, so I left. But why did the goddess decide to toy with me further by making me pregnant for that undeserving scum?! And then, there's him— the devilishly sexy Alpha Kieran of the rival Pack.

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father’s money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I’ll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters’ mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he’s my stepbrother. He hates that I’m here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn’t clean anymore. It’s tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me, the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I’m shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb, I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

"You gave your body to a man who didn’t know what to do with it," Cane murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "Let us show you what it means to be wanted… by three." Riley gave everything to her marriage until she walked in on her husband and his stepsister cheating on her. The betrayal shattered her… but only for a moment as she proposes to the one thing he's always wanted: an open marriage. He thought she’d crumble. Instead, she chose revenge. And nothing stings more than the fact that she picked his three best friends to help her get it. Three ruthless bikers. Three men who don’t share unless it’s worth the risk. Three Alphas who made Riley theirs the moment she said yes to them. Now every night, she gives them what her husband took for granted—moans, surrender, and something dangerously close to love. He watches from the sidelines. Burning. Regretting but it's too late. Because she’s not just taking back her power—she’s making sure he feels what it’s like to be replaced. And the worst part? He never expected she’d fall for them. And that they’d fall for her. And Riley? She's only just started.

"Can't we just Love?" Without knowing anything what happened in her university years, Alicia was still confuse on why noone would tell her anything about that time. But after knowing her Best friend's marraige, she stumbled with the richest man on earth who is purposely avoiding her, and her memories are slowly coming back. What's their relationship? And will she ever have her full memories back?

“Lay back for me, darling,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning my earlobe, and making me squirm with anticipation. The risk of what we were doing, the fact that anyone could walk into the tent and catch us red handed, made my pussy throb. He trailed his tongue down my belly, stopping above my clit. “Say it, Marguerite. Beg for it. What do you want?” He asked. I gasped as he ran his tongue over my clit, and my body trembled. “You,” I moaned. “Good girl.” He smirked. ”And who’s the best biker?” He questioned. “I am.” I replied, just as his tongue pushed into my pussy, stealing my breath away. *** After stumbling in on her boyfriend having sex with another woman, and sacked from her job, popular biker—Marguerite Kasper—ends up at a club in her quest to vent out her anger. In her brokenhearted haze, she has sex with a hot stranger at the club. She finds out soon enough after a new student joins the biking academy which she attended, that the stranger might be the fuel to her flame, and also her nemesis.