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My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

Leena Mills is a plus-size she-wolf who's wolf has refused to shift due to the humiliation she faces as an omega that looks different from the rest of the pack. What's worse is that her father is the Alpha and encourages her brutal existence. When Damon Saxe, the Lycan King goes on a mission to wipe out the Silver Stone pack because of the corrupt Alpha Lancaster Mills, he never expected to meet his fated mate, nevertheless the omega. Their troubles aren't finished yet. They must fight their biggest enemy yet and find out truths about themselves they weren't ready for. In this thrilling, dark, and erotic novel, fall deep within a world where societal norms no longer matter as Leena discovers true self-love and true love along the way.

I had moved out of our house, but my boyfriend—the one I had given up everything to run away with—had no idea. Neither did his possessive younger brother, the one who used to knock on my door calling for me. My boyfriend's first love had taken up all their attention. They no longer listened when I played the piano. They even forgot about my cat fur allergy and brought that woman's cat home. My boyfriend, Ian Blake, had snapped, "If anyone's leaving, it's you. There's no way Eva's cat is going anywhere." His brother, Sebastian, had said, "Sienna, Eva is my girlfriend. How could I give up her cat for you?" When I woke up in the hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from my allergy, I decided to leave them. Back home, I made my first call to my mother. "Mom, I'm ready to accept the arranged marriage."

I fell in love with a man I should never have touched—my brother-in-law, Lucas Zahn. The first time he came to our home with my sister, Quincy, they looked like the perfect couple. He smiled at me, held out a peace talisman bracelet, and said it would keep me safe. I wore it like it was the most precious thing in the world. When the old injury in my ankle flared up, he would scoop me into his arms and rush me to the hospital without a second thought. When thugs tried to harass me, he made them scatter with a single look, then spoke to me in a voice so gentle it made my heart tremble. I told myself I understood—that everything he did was only because I was Quincy’s younger sister. Even so, I clung to those rare moments when I could be near him. Until the night Lucas was drugged by an enemy, his life teetering on the edge. If no one acted, he would die. So, I acted. On that reckless, desperate night, my sister walked in. The sight struck her like a lightning bolt, and she collapsed, her weak heart seizing on the spot. What came next was madness. In a frenzy of rage and panic, Lucas tied me to an operating table. His hands—those hands I once longed to hold—cut open my chest and tore my heart out for her. “When the avalanche hit, Quincy nearly died saving me. I swore I’d treat her well for the rest of my life. That means loving her family, too. I never thought you’d be so shameless. “This is what you owe her!” He never knew that I was the one who saved him in that avalanche. So, I died in agony, my love carved out of me—literally. When my eyes opened again, I found myself back on the night he was drunk.

On the night of the Blood Moon, a feral surge ripped through our territory. I ended up pinned under the ruins of our collapsing den. My mate—the Alpha of the Northern Pack, Kaius—abandoned me. He left me to rot so he could save his childhood sweetheart Lina. I didn't stop him. I let him go. In my last life, faced with the same choice, Kaius had chosen to save me first—back then, I was eight months pregnant. Because he was late to the rescue, Lina was torn apart by the beasts. She died in a pool of her own blood. Later, on the day I went into labor, Kaius dragged me to Lina’s grave. He stood there, stone-faced, watching me scream in agony on the dirt. He ignored every single plea. "Does it hurt, Elena? It’s not even a fraction of the pain Lina felt when she died!" "You were in a safe bunker that night, Kaius! Lina only died because you used our pup to blackmail me into staying!" "Lina suffered. Now, it’s your turn." He ignored my begging as blood soaked the ground beneath me. I died of a massive hemorrhage in the healer’s tent that night. Now, I’ve opened my eyes back on the day of the surge. This time, my pup and I aren't counting on him.

In the darkness of the night, a 26-year-old fashion designer counters the murder of an innocent woman in the city of love. She is confronted with the most horrific scenario by the biggest mafia in France, which gets her in trouble. Daniel Richman, 28, is MI6 agent assigned to find the head of French mafia gang leader Tiago Pablo. However, he is backstabbed by someone he must investigate, he meets a mysterious woman named Rania. She doubts him yet at the same time is attracted to the English man and cannot stop thinking about him. Daniel is drawn to the lady and he finds himself drawn to her within these short hours, and before he knows it, he's in love with her. What will happen when the night is over? Will they stay together or will they part ways like strangers do?

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

He is supposed to be my best friend—at least I have been seeing him as one—doing a lot of things with him together. We go to school together, share the same hobbies, and love the same sports. He is my day one, my buddy. Up until after the summer vacation when we started a new life in the same college as freshmen. That is when I discover that I have developed a soft spot for him, which accounts for the way I missed him during the summer vacation. I have never missed Liam like that. I mean, I do miss him but not compared to last summer. I wanted him around me and his image occupied my mind's eye. Starting college with a crush on my best friend is not an ideal way to begin the academic year. No matter how I try to suppress it by going on dates and accepting relationship proposals from guys, instead of it going away, it doubles. Worse still, he sees me as his buddy. He has never looked at me the way he looks at other girls. I know I am a bit of a tomboy. My other friends tell me that my dress sense is a bit masculine. I try changing my fashion sense but to no avail. Sadly, all I am to Liam is his day one bestie and buddy. I do not want to tell him about the feelings I have because I do not want to put our friendship in jeopardy. I had already given up hope Until the dare at one of my other friend's parties _ Evie. The dare for Liam to kiss me. The kiss opens another chapter; I would never have believed in my entire life to be possible—Liam actually likes me!

"I, Alpha Dylan Langley, Alpha of the waterside pack, reject you, Esme West, pack member of Waterside West, to be my mate and Luna" On Esme's 18th birthday, she figured that the Alpha of the pack was her true mate, which meant she would be Luna to the waterside pack. She felt the mate bond breaking, and it hurt so much. She didn't know if she was strong enough to handle the rejection completely. She was holding back her tears to show him no weakness and no emotion towards his rejection. "I, Esme West of the waterside pack, accept your rejection to be your mate and Luna of this pack" I turn towards the entrance of the pack gates and slowly walk towards our home, where my brother waits for me. I didn't want to cry. I heard of the tales of being 'Rejected' and the pain it causes to fated mates, but I never thought I would be rejected. I especially didn't think the moon goddess would have the Alpha to be my mate. I'm nothing but a lowly omega. I know my place, and it isn't by his side. I work for nothing, and I am the pack's punching bag. Especially the queen bee herself, who has always wanted Alpha Dylan to be her mate...Adeline Carter... Some wolves who have been rejected have often left the pack and survive, but others haven't been so lucky and have managed to find a new pack that is willing to take them in within the time frame of 2 weeks, and they are automatically classed as rogues. Rogues are wolves who have no packs. Some are nice, but the thing I have heard is that some rogues will kill to get what and where they want to be in the chain.

Nell has spent her whole life giving second chances. Third chances. Fourth chances. It's the only way she knows how to survive .Homeless at fifteen. Working her fingers bloody at a corner store. She's never once fought back against a world that keeps knocking her down .Then Lena finds her. A warm smile. A home called Haven House a shelter for lost wolves. For three weeks, Nell believes she's finally safe .But the wolves' kindness curdles. Whispers follow her through candlelit halls. And one night, Nell hears the words that change everything :"She's human. She's nothing ."She doesn't know why Lena's eyes flicker gold. She doesn't know why the moon makes the walls hum. And she doesn't know that the mark burning on her palm is a trap eight years in the making.Because Haven House isn't a shelter. It's a prison.Lena isn't a savior. She's the wolf who killed Nell's parents. And Nell? She's not human. She's the Lunar Omega a creature of impossible power. The kind that doesn't heal. It devours. Now Nell is trapped in a house of wolves who want her gone and an alpha who wants to own her forever. The stolen children Rue, Caleb, and Finn don't know that Lena murdered their real families too. The basement holds a prisoner with Nell's eyes. And the full moon is three days away. They wanted her gone. But when the truth comes out, every wolf in Haven House will bow. The question is: after everything the lies, the betrayal, the blood will Nell still have a fourth chance left to give? Or will the girl who forgives everyone finally learn to forgive herself?