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“I’m not a slut!” I shot back, clearly irritated. He let out a dry laugh, taking a step closer to me. “You are right, you are not a slut.” He curled his index finger under my chin, his eyes locked with mine. “You are my slut.” **** When a mysterious monster virus breaks out in a once peaceful pack and every clue points at an elite high school, Noah Wolfclaw, an Alpha Prince is sent by his father to Danville High, undercover. The plan was to not draw attention to himself until he had figured out what the school had to do with the Virus but his plan becomes difficult when he becomes tangled with Astrid Moon, a timid, wolfless omega who has been bullied her entire life. What happens when Noah discovers his mate behind the walls of a school that held many secrets? What happens when Danville’s secrets are finally out in the open and he eventually has to choose between love and duty?

"If staying in prison is too harsh, warming my bed should be better, right?" He whispered into my ears, his eyes burning and his tone husky. With a push, I landed on his bed, my body shaking violently under his burning gaze, "For a filthy whore, fucking you gently isn't a punishment so I've prepared some things for you," Xavier bent over, revealing his perfect set of abs and his strong abdominal muscles. He grabbed my chin and forced my head up, showing me sets of sex toys he had prepared for me. "Shout for me, slut!" "Scream, Whore," Slowly but steadily, I became Xavier's bed warmer and sex toy... But what could be more achy than forbidden love? I got pregnant for my brother! However, Liam entered and gave me a new chance. "I will love you, fight for you, and make him pay," This was his vow to me~

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

"You just shifted," was how the King responded, a fire in his eyes that seemed to make Kendra feel like she was melting. "Y-yes sir," she stammered before standing up fully, though she kept her eyes down again. She wasn't sure where to look. "I was confirming, not asking," he says, though his voice is not unkind, but curious. "Incredible. A female Alpha. A thing not even of legends." He stood up, and crossed the space between them in an instant. The mouthwatering scent was now overwhelming her. He lifted her chin with the tips of his fingers. Electricity spread from the spots where his fingers touched, and her breath hitched. Their eyes met, and his was now as wide as hers. She finally heard her wolf, confirming what was starting to dawn on her. Mate. Kendra was the daughter of the Beta of her Pack, and while she had that strong wolf blood in her veins, she hadn’t shifted at 13. Rather than despairing, she threw herself into her future, where she would be an Advocate amongst humans, asking for wolf rights and hoping that being unable to shift would put them at ease. However, on her 18th birthday, something unheard of happened- she shifted. Now, she has to juggle handling her newfound responsibilities, her conflicting feelings with the former Gamma’s son, Derek, and on top of all of it, her mate bond with Lycan King Kenzo, who despite being cold and distant to many, grew to be warm and kind to her. Will she be able to disregard her feelings for Derek and live happily with Kenzo, or will she reject her mate bond, and risk losing everything, to be with a man who seems to be hiding a secret from her?

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…

My mouth inched away from his, and we panted for air. “This feels wrong,” I whispered and looked away. I darted my tongue out to lick my lips, my body still pressed against his legs. He held my chin, and I turned my head to look back at him. “Good pleasures never feel right,” he said, as he settled me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. He lifted my legs and wrapped them against his hips as he claimed the whole of me. Winter Cooper, a young budding journalist, thought her boyfriend was going to propose during their long-awaited vacation holiday in the private cabin they had booked. But when she caught him in bed with her sister, her dreams of getting married that year were shattered. Determined not to let the heartbreak ruin her final long gotten vacation holiday, Winter decided to retreat to the luxurious private cabin alone. However, upon her arrival, she met an unexpected guest: Gavril Hawthorne, her billionaire ex-boyfriend’s father. With nowhere else to go, they are forced to stay together. What started as an awkward encounter soon blossomed into an unexpected romance.

I shouldn't be doing this. But I can't help it, ever since that night I let him take control, I craved more. He grabbed my chin raising me from the position that had me on my fours. "You're being a very. Good girl."-- Dominic Castellano is a name that commands fear. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, he has built an empire on blood and power, crushing anyone who dares to challenge him. He doesn’t tolerate mistakes. He doesn’t entertain weakness. And above all, he doesn’t trust anyone outside his tightly controlled circle. He has spent years expanding his reach, eliminating threats, and ensuring that no one—not the law, not his rivals—can touch him. But when he finally finds her—the woman he had a one night stand with but had disappeared by morning. She changes everything Elena Monroe—A captain. She obviously didn't’t belong in his world. Her constant actions to take him down kept reminding both of them of their growing connection. Elena believes if she can lock him up for good she'll be able to let go of her past and forget all about Domnic. She doesn't like the way he makes her feel completely helpless and submissive. Despite her attempts to hide it, he's everything she fantasizes. But with her father in the way and constant enemy attacks they are forced to make a tragic decision.

Après un grave accident de voiture, Ezio Valtenari, un jeune milliardaire brillant mais devenu paraplégique, s’isole dans son immense villa sur la côte italienne. Amputé de sa liberté et de sa fierté, il refuse toute aide médicale... jusqu’à l’arrivée de Lina Morel, une infirmière douce mais au caractère bien trempé, engagée pour un dernier essai. Déterminée à le soigner, elle découvre rapidement que sous les sarcasmes et la froideur d’Ezio se cache un homme meurtri, secret, et dangereusement captivant. Mais Lina aussi a ses propres cicatrices... et un passé qu’elle fuit. Dans ce huis clos chargé de tension, une attirance magnétique naît, bouleversant les règles de leur relation. Et si l’amour était leur seul moyen de guérison ?

Quand l’amour frappe à la porte, peut-on vraiment oublier la douleur ? Cassandra Bellamy, brillante et richissime héritière au cœur blessé, a tourné le dos à l’amour depuis qu’une trahison a laissé en elle des cicatrices profondes. Forte, indépendante, mais secrètement vulnérable, elle consacre sa vie à réussir... jusqu’au jour où le destin la confronte à Nolan Cruz, un inconnu aussi séduisant qu’énigmatique, son regard intense. Sa voix rauque. Sa façon de lui parler comme si elle était la seule femme au monde. Avec lui, chaque geste devient une caresse, chaque silence une invitation. Mais Nolan, lui aussi, cache ses cicatrices. Et entre eux, le désir monte, lentement… dangereusement. Entre eux, l’attirance est immédiate, brûlante, mais aucun des deux n’est prêt à se livrer. Entre silences, blessures anciennes et passions incontrôlables, ils vont devoir choisir : se protéger ou se laisser guérir par l’autre. Dans ce jeu de peaux et de confidences, ils vont s’apprivoiser, se dévoiler, s’effleurer... jusqu’à ce que leurs blessures s’ouvrent à nouveau — pour peut-être mieux guérir. Et si l’amour naissait justement là où ça faisait mal ? Dans ce voyage entre douleur et désir, les cœurs marqués oseront-ils s’aimer à nouveau… ?

Being the only human in a school full of supernatural beings is hard. But being fated to the son of the Alpha your father killed? That’s a death sentence. ******** Carnemore Academy was never meant for someone like Claire: the daughter of a head hunter who used to kill supernaturals in the past. But when the peace treaty between hunters and supernaturals start to crack, she’s sent straight to the heart of danger— a school where everyone hates her and wants her dead. No one despises her more than Zane Wolfe Ravenscroft, her mate and the son of the Alpha her father murdered. And then there’s Caius Valerius, a vampire prince who should hate her just as much, only he doesn’t. And Lorien Feyrune, the Fae prince with a shattered heart and dangerous obsession. As Claire navigates the dangers of Carnemore and her complex relationships, more secrets about her father is revealed. Now, she must choose. Duty or desire? Family or fate? Love or survival? Because in Carnemore, secrets are deadlier than silver bullets. And some bonds were never meant to be broken. ************* Her stomach twisted, her nails digging into her palms. “You rejected me,” she reminded Zane, her throat tightening around the words. “You didn’t want me, remember?” “That doesn’t change anything.” Her heart pounded. “It changes everything.” He reached up, brushing his fingers against her jaw, tilting her chin so she couldn’t look away. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re my toy, Claire.” His thumb grazed her bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine. “And I’m the only one who gets to play with you.” ************ This book is rated 18+. Fantasy Romance Morally Grey ML Smut Bullying Violence No Reverse Harem