Martial Peak Yang Kai Wives Novels & Stories

For our seventh anniversary, my mate, Alpha Ethan, sent my daughter and me to the Moon Goddess Altar. He told me it was a surprise—to give our daughter her dream of watching a meteor shower from the highest peak in the territory. But Ethan never came. The protective runes at my feet sputtered, then died. The ground beneath us began to crumble. My daughter screamed, her small body sliding toward the abyss. I lunged, grabbing her hand just before she went over the edge. I screamed his name through our mind-link. Ninety-nine times, he refused to answer. On my hundredth cry, the link didn't just open—it was ripped wide. It wasn’t his voice that answered. It was his senses, flooding mine. I saw it all. Him. Another she-wolf. And him, buried deep inside of her. "I knew you loved me, Ethan," her sickly-sweet voice purred. "You even sacrificed Marcus, just to save our Leo from the soul-sickness. I'll do anything for you." Ethan’s voice was velvet and ice. "Stop. If Sera hadn't betrayed me, you never would have had the chance to carry my heir. Once I get rid of her other pup—Jullian's bastard—we can be perfect again." My world shattered. My son... Rogues. I'd always believed rogues had stolen him. But it was his own father. He sacrificed him for a lie. With my last ounce of strength, I called Julian. "I'm breaking my bond with Ethan," I snarled into the new link. "Make me your Luna. In return, I will help you burn his pack to the ground."

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Loud mourning is taboo among the Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

**WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT 21+** + + My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

It only took a moment to burn everything down. For five years, Isla Merrick played the part—soft-spoken wife, graceful hostess, quiet shadow to Callum Braxton’s powerful presence. She became what the world expected: dutiful, polished, harmless. Then came his cold declaration: “Let’s get divorced.” No emotion. No explanation. Just a clean cut—like a business deal. But Callum never knew she had been waiting for that moment. Planning for it. Beneath the composed surface, Isla had been sharpening the edges he once dulled. Because Isla Merrick had a past—and it wasn’t the scandal the tabloids spun. It was deeper. Sharper. Before she was Mrs. Braxton, she trained at Summerdell—an elite, off-the-record martial arts academy. Whispers of crime and prison blurred the truth, but Isla stayed silent. She had bigger plans. Three years later, she returns—not to reconcile, but to reintroduce herself. Isla Merrick now runs a luxury fashion empire, famous for turning scandal into power. And when she steps into the country’s most elite gala, draped in elegance and authority, Callum barely recognizes her. But she recognizes him. Before he can speak, a figure joins her—Dorian Kane. Ruthless investor. Public obsession. His hand rests on Isla’s waist like it belongs there. “Just so we’re clear, Braxton,” Dorian says coolly. “She’s not yours. Not anymore.” For Callum, it’s the beginning of a reckoning. For Isla, it’s the first breath of freedom. She isn’t the woman who once begged to be loved. She’s the woman who knows she never needed to be. And this time, she’s not just rewriting the story—she’s owning the ending.

Yukio Tanarro, a confident and ambitious man, leads a life defined by routine and work. He believes that hard work is the key to success and sees himself as the most competent heir to his wealthy family, the Tanarros. However, his plans are disrupted when a hidden niece of his late cousin, Kai Tanarro, emerges during the reading of the will. Jina Sotomayor, a kind-hearted and unsuspecting young woman, had a close friendship with Kai. Yukio sees an opportunity to exploit Jina's vulnerability and schemes to seduce her in order to claim the inheritance left by Kai. With the assistance of his brother and mother, Yukio concocts a plan to strip Jina of her rightful inheritance. Jina falls into Yukio's trap, initially unaware of his ulterior motives. However, she eventually begins to sense the insincerity in his actions and discovers the truth behind his manipulative intentions. This revelation ignites a fire within Jina, motivating her to seek justice and reclaim what is rightfully hers. As Jina unravels the web of deception, she uncovers a network of lies, secrets, and hidden agendas. Along the way, she finds unexpected allies and gains a deeper understanding of the intricate puzzle surrounding her. Determined and resolute, Jina prepares for a final confrontation with Yukio, where their true characters will be revealed. In the ultimate showdown, Jina confronts Yukio armed with the knowledge she has acquired. Their battle becomes a test of wits, with Jina's determination and integrity pitted against Yukio's deceitful schemes. Jina emerges as a symbol of justice and strength, challenging Yukio's manipulative reign.

"You belong to me, Cora," he said calmly as he eased in and out of my mouth with his hand wrapped around my hair in a painful grip, "you're mine to fuck, mine to punish, mine to break and the sooner you accept it, the better it'll be for you." "Fuck..." my words died in my throat as he started to fuck my mouth with reckless abandon and the pain and pleasure mixed into a horrifying combination that made heat pool in my core and sent a wave of arousal so strong to course through my entire body. ****** Cora has always had a perfect life until her life is upended by a the most feared Lycan King who takes her captive after killing her family for daring to cross him. Even as the Lycan makes her his slave and subjects her to the most inhumane treatment in the name of breaking her, the desire to avenge her family's death never for once stopped burning within in, even when the lines start to blur between passion and revenge. Kai feeds on the fear his strength and reign of terror spreads through the heart of all the werewolves. He has never met a werewolve that won't cower in his presence until Cora, an ordinary she-wolf who attempts to kill him on their first meet. He wants to break her to put her in her place but slowly, lines start to blur and he nursing feelings for the she-wolf who'd kill him even if that's the last thing she'd ever do.

I was supposed to be his mate. His Luna. The woman he vowed to cherish. But under the silver glow of the full moon, **Alpha Cassian Blackwood rejected me.** In front of the entire pack, he shattered our bond like I was nothing. No explanation. No hesitation. Just a cold, brutal rejection that sent searing pain through my soul. I ran. What else could I do? But fate wasn’t done with me. Captured by rogues, I thought my life was over—until **Ronan Vale, their dangerously handsome Alpha, offered me a deal.** A contract marriage. Protection in exchange for my loyalty. A union that would make me untouchable. I should have refused. Instead, I let myself fall into the arms of a man who sees me not as weak, but as powerful. And he’s not the only one. **Kai, the brooding strategist with haunted eyes, and Luca, the charming beta with a deadly smile, both make it clear—Cassian may have rejected me, but I will never be unwanted again.** But now Cassian wants me back. **And he’s willing to start a war to claim me.** I should hate him. I should want revenge. But when I look into his stormy silver eyes, I feel the bond still there, fraying but unbroken. Now, the men around me are asking me to choose. **My past, or my future. My fate, or my freedom.** But no one has realized the truth yet. *I’m not the weak, rejected mate they thought I was.* And I will never be powerless again.

“Do you know how utterly beautiful you are, Serena” he mumbled stop trailing kisses all over the neck. “Tell me” Serena breathed. “I don’t think any precious stone or any gem in the world can outshine you, mia dolcezza” “Now aren’t you a flatterer” Serena sighed, her eyes still closed and her breath hitched. “I don’t flatter, mi cara.” He whispered in her ear. Damon grabbed the strap of her gown and tore it revealing part of her breast and part of her already peaked nipple. Serena was at the verge of protesting about him tearing her gown before his mouth descended on her nipple, rendering her speechless, all she could do was suck in her breath as the feelings assaulted her senses. Her toes curled up of their own volition and her hands came up to his head positioning him there as he flicked her left nipple with his tongue, circling gently and then biting. Serena gasped, her glazed eyes opening. “Be quiet” Damon commanded as he moved his mouth to her right nipple, his hand toying with the one he had just sucked, teasing their red peak into hardness again. Serena was gasping, unable to form coherent thoughts, Was this how it felt to drown, She thought. Damon’s hands were performing their own magic, she could feel his erection probing the center of her already moist vagina and she widened, giving him closer access. Her panties were already soaked with the wetness. His hand began moving, caressing her inner thighs before they came upon her center. He brought up his face to meet hers and smiled at the look of pure, sexual pleasure on her face.

BOOK TWO OF FATED TO MY LYCAN BROTHER The goddess's disdain for me reached its peak at this moment. Slade had slipped away, his breath fading in my arms. But how did he transform into Rafael, the leader of the rogues in the Eclipse Moon Pack? "You reek of blood, I spill," Rafael sneered, his Italian accent oozing with disdain. "Then end me," I murmured, swallowing hard as anxiety coursed through my veins. It wasn't mere proximity or desire that quickened my pulse. No, it was the dangerous gleam in his eyes—a promise of peril and sinful pleasure. "I have other methods," he replied, placing a paper on the table. "I'm rejecting you." "Why?" I stuttered, my eyes widening as I stared at the paper. "I used you, my dear. Your mission is complete. Return to your pack..." ______________ Winter, cast aside once more, fell into the clutches of the Rogue King. Divorced and rejected within a single day, she believed nothing could be worse—until she discovered him with another woman in their shared bed! Seeking answers about the uncanny resemblance between Slade and Rafael and questioning if he genuinely was her destined mate, Winter embarked on a quest for truth. He was Rafael—the deranged King of Rogues— both feared and revered; a forgotten past haunted him. The woman who had plagued his dreams had materialised before him, holding the key to his enigma. Yet, an unexplainable urge to push her away filled him whenever she drew near. Their fragile connection faced turmoil when a jealous ex-lover interfered, leaving Winter suffocating in anguish as she cursed the goddess responsible for her repetitive agony. Rafael, realising too late their destined bond, clung desperately to their fragile union. Would Winter forgive him? And would they uncover the answers they yearned for?

In a world ruled by ancient shifter packs, two women carry secrets powerful enough to ignite wars — or end them. Louve has spent years building walls around her heart. A fierce and determined member of the Star Crox Dynamite Wolves, she buried the most dangerous secret of her life — a fated bond with Lynx Cross, Alpha of Stone Peak, her family's bitterest enemy. Their forbidden love was forged in stolen moments and shattered by war, a conflict that stole her father and swallowed Lynx whole. She learned to survive. She learned to move on. Until he came back. Lynx's return tears open old wounds and ignites something far more dangerous than desire. With enemies stirring in the shadows of pack politics and her carefully constructed world unraveling, Louve discovers she is carrying Lynx's child — a secret that can no longer be kept. When her family uncovers the truth about her mate's identity, their grief explodes into fury. Convinced Lynx murdered their father and former Alpha, Alexander and the pack march toward all-out war. Louve is caught in the crossfire, fighting desperately to protect her mate, her unborn child, and the family she loves — before a devastating truth buried beneath years of rage finally surfaces too late. Running parallel is Selin, Louve's sharp-tongued best friend, whose ordinary life as a bartender in a neutral border town is shattered when panther shifters come hunting her for reasons unknown. Rescued by a mysterious Beta wolf, whose presence awakens something deep and undeniable within her, Selin begins peeling back the layers of her own identity — uncovering hidden abilities and a connection to the pack war that suggests her role in this world is far greater than she ever imagined. Two women. Two destinies. One war that will demand everything.