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Gatlin said making a big man shiver in fear like he really saw a devil out of hell but with an angelic face. “no one killed him” Alex said in his almost non-hearable voice but all the men had special training and they heard it clearly. “I was the one who help Mark destroy Daniel and Mark promised me he will give me new life, he would send me back to Javier my half brother for a better life and I agreed but later things changed, he started behaving like a possessed man and I realized that Mark was actually drug addicted that day he was going to meet me for the documents related my new life but, in a way, he got in an accident”

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power. Alpha Dean’s jaw tightened. “The chosen one,” he muttered, voice low, reverent. “The mark that the packs have sought for generations.” The princes exchanged wide-eyed glances. Silas whispered, “It’s real…” while Cassian muttered, “Impossible.” But Loretta was weeping now, her elegant mask shattered. “My daughter,” she whispered, though her words trembled with uncertainty. “My lost child bore this mark too. But hers… hers was faint, so faint I feared it meant nothing. Yet here you stand, with the crescent burning bold upon your skin…”

The smell of smoke and the tinny, iron scent of blood hit her nose with the force of a fist. In the centre of the circle were three kneeling figures. Her father, his Beta James and the combat trainer, Eric. All of them looked beaten. Her fathers shirt was torn and soiled, his hair was matted to his forehead with blood, he looked a thousand years old. Beta James was so covered in bruises he was nothing but a swollen, purple pile of flesh. She couldn't see Eric properly, he was leaning so far forward she only recognised him from the flame tattoo on the back of his neck, his chest was heaving, like he couldn't breathe.

“Marry me.” I froze and then let out a laugh. “ Stop ,it's not actually funny.” “You want revenge?” he croaked. “You want everything you sacrificed for him back , don't you?All you have to do is marry me.” “. Are you insane ?” My breath hitched."I'm still married to Viktor, I have nothing on me, I'm blind and…..” “You’re Raven Markov,” he spoke firmly. “And blindness doesn’t make you any less powerful.”

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

“When the Moon-Lake Pack was still powerful, you were arrogant. You bullied everyone here at the academy—especially Wynette.” “You owe them an apology.” “Drink a glass for each of them.” I looked at the table. It wasn’t just a few glasses. It was dozens—each one filled with potent spirits. Not ordinary wine. These were dangerous even for a healthy wolf. My wolf was already weak. Barely holding on. I inhaled shakily. “What if I refuse?” One of them leaned in, voice dripping with mockery. “Taryn, you have no pack now. No name. No power. You sure you want to make enemies again?”

" For eight years, he had never stopped belittling me and breaking me down, reminding me that I was nothing without him. After a while, even I believed it. But now, I understood something. Before I was Marcus's mate or anyone's mother, I was my own person. I staggered toward my bag, reaching for the agreement, but my body suddenly gave out. My vision went dark, and I collapsed.

"But heed this: the bond is sacred. If he dares to bite a woman who is not the Marked One, the false bride will perish instantly. Her blood will boil, and her heart will shatter. Only the True Princess can survive the Silver King." As the years passed, Lucas grew into a man who defied his disability. He was a masterpiece of masculine strength—tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline that looked as if it had been carved from the very mountain stone. His black hair fell over a brow that was perpetually furrowed in concentration, and though his eyes remained silver and clouded, he moved with the grace of a stalking panther. He was every woman's dream and every enemy's nightmare. But he remained u

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what