North American Rescue Bleeding Control Kit

Alexander’s life was in darkness when his wife, Isabella Grey died five years ago in a tragic accident. To the world, he was a cold, powerful billionaire whose calm voice terrifies more than rage. But behind the empire and control lies a broken man still haunted by one impossible wish: to see his dead wife,  just one more time. But he never expected that wish to come true when he saw a stranger walk into his life with his wife's face.  The woman he saw as his wife was Aria Bennett, an architect from New York. And she doesn’t remember him or their love. She refuses to belong to him or be the wife he desperately wanted her to be. To Aria, Alexander is nothing but a dangerous, controlling stranger. Yet the closer she gets to him, the more her reality begins to fracture. Memories that aren’t hers invade her mind. A child calls her “mum” A life she never lived starts bleeding into her own. Desperate for answers, she uncovers a truth more terrifying than death. Now, a question was thrown to her: If your entire life was a lie… Who would you choose to become? Aria Bennett? Or Isabella Grey?

Ayo who is of beta blood has her family slaughtered, is taken prisoner by the Alpha of the full moon pack and made a slave, and Omega. The lowest of the lows in the pack. She works hard to get posted in the Alpha house just for one reason. Revenge. It's all that she can think about. All that she knows. She works on a plan to kill the Alpha without exposing her deep dark secret, or she would definitely be killed. Alpha Cross, the self proclaimed Alpha King of the Werewolves. A power hungry and crazy ruler who wants to be the sole Alpha of all dimensions. Wanting to be more powerful and ruthless than his father before him. He is cursed by a bleeding mother whom he had just killed her child, to become rabid and lose control of his wolf underneath the full moon, a time when werewolves are at their strongest. In his first episode, he kills his Luna by accident and is from then on termed "The Alpha Who Killed His Mate". A wolf only gets one mate, right? Imagine his shock and surprise when he runs into a lowly slave girl who despises him and utters the word "MATE". And she is the only way to break his curse.

Drake and his MC are a for-hire group who rescue women and children from abusive relationships that are 'inescapable' and provide them with new identities and faces if necessary. After one such mission, Drake meets a woman that draws his attention like no other. Sam, Samantha, is a widow. A woman looking to get back into the dating scene after being alone for a year. When these two meet, it's fireworks and instant love. But, a leak in the Club causes the death of a rescue. In fact, the rescue that Drake was coming back from the very night he meet Sam. Guns, explosions, corrupt politians and life get in the way of these two. Does love conquer everything?

When Ben Lanzetta comes across the rival's newly returned daughter, his irritation skyrockets. His desperate attempts to avoid her turn into a needy desire to humiliate her at every turn in the pack. Not only is he the Alpha of the Northern packs, but he is also the current running mafia boss in New York. He doesn't hide among humans like this girl; he runs them. He owns every person in the North; whether they know it or not, they all answer to him. Daliah Luciano is back in her home city straight out of Law school in California. Her dad insists on her staying in the pack mansion in New York while she gets her practice up and running. When she runs into the Alpha of the North, the man her father answers to, she can't help but despise him from their first meeting. Their tension grows with every encounter, and their history is undoubtedly entangled with each other

Brenda’s world ended the night her father sold her to a monster. To protect his pack from destruction, her father traded her to Alpha Aaron, the cruel ruler of the Northern wolves — a man who never spent more than one night with any woman… because none of them survived. But Brenda did. That became her curse. For three years, she endured his brutality — his control, his obsession, his endless hunger for power. She prayed for rescue, for her father, for anyone. But no one came. Until one mistake changed everything. A blindfold. A wrong room. A night with a stranger who touched her with tenderness instead of pain. That stranger was Alpha Leon, Aaron’s business partner and unknowingly, her destined mate. When Leon discovered the truth, he struck a dangerous bargain to take her away. But by then, Brenda was no longer the girl she once was. She was a shell, numb, broken, and incapable of love. Now, Leon must battle not only Aaron’s shadow but also the darkness inside Brenda herself. Can love heal what cruelty destroyed? Or will her pain consume them both?

The pack's border was under attack by rogues, with countless casualties. As a healer, I led my team to provide support. However, on the way back, I was kidnapped by rogue wolves. Lucas arrived immediately with the rescue force, but he just stood there and watched as the rogues shattered my arm and slashed my face open. He made no move to intervene. As I was tortured nearly to death, I overheard Lucas talking with the captain of the rescue team. "Alpha, if we don't rescue the Luna now, her arm might be permanently damaged." But Lucas remained unmoved, saying coldly, "I have to do this so that Kira can get the position of Chief Healer." "Susan earned merit supporting the border defense. The Chief Healer position should rightfully be hers. The only way is to have someone shatter her arm so she can never hold a scalpel again. Only then will Kira have a chance at becoming Chief Healer." "She'll just have to suffer for now. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her." Hearing his words, my heart grew cold, and I stopped struggling. I never imagined that the man I loved most would be the one truly responsible for destroying me.

A young lad named Saito Ken'ichi is trying to find and rescue his family from a dangerous organization and swearing to find the mystery behind the virus circulating around their country for about twenty years. #Comedy-mystery

I paid Curtis Robinett 200 thousand dollars a month to be a standby blood donor. My fiancée, Eden May, thought it was a waste of money. So she reassigned him to work part-time as her personal assistant instead. When Curtis accidentally submitted my marriage license appointment as a divorce filing for the 99th time, I kicked open Eden's office door. She didn't even look up. "We're in no rush to get married anyway," she said calmly. "Curtis is just careless. That's how he's always been." Later, in the emergency room, I called Eden while doctors rushed around me, my throat shredded from yelling. "Where's my emergency medical kit?" I rasped. "What did you do with it?" Curtis answered instead, his voice warm and smug. "You mean the expensive leather bag you kept in the cabinet? I swapped it out for a large party snack box. It holds everything just fine, and honestly, it looks a lot more cheerful. "Ms. May's brother and sister-in-law are both career soldiers. Your bag didn't really match that image, so I thought this would be more appropriate." My vision dimmed. My hands shook as I told Curtis to come donate blood. Eden laughed softly and cut in, "Stop pretending you're anemic just to get attention. If you're actually sick, deal with it. You're at the hospital; I think the doctors are fully capable of keeping you alive. Curtis is afraid of needles. He's not coming." Then, she hung up. She didn't appear until the surgical lights finally went dark. "Curtis had me bring you chocolate milk," she said. "It's good for recovery. It's not that he didn't want to help. He just faints at the sight of blood." She placed a settlement waiver on my bed. "I was the one who told him not to come. That 200-thousand-dollar monthly salary is his pay as my assistant. It has nothing to do with you. You didn't have to call the police for that. Sign this, and I'll go get the marriage license with you." I thought of what I had just seen in the operating room. Eden's brother, Harvey May, was bleeding out on the operating table, waiting for a lifesaving drug that never came. In the final moments of surgery, he could do nothing but lie there and die. I looked at her and said evenly, "You're the immediate family. It's not my place to sign that."

BOOK IS FINISHED. MY EDITOR HAS NOT MARKED IT COMPLETE. We’ve had no communication and she is not responding to me. . In the heart of a city ruled by chaos, Armando Romos stands as the ruthless leader of the Demented Devils MC. Known for his fierce loyalty and unyielding power, he thrives in a world where weakness is a sin. But everything changes when a sudden ambush leaves him bleeding in a park, a bullet wound signaling an unexpected turn in his tumultuous life. Maya Connor, a compassionate nurse seeking a moment of peace, stumbles upon Armando's crumpled form. Initially, Armando's pride and fierce independence resist her offer of help; he's a man used to being in control, not relying on anyone. Yet as the blood pools around him, desperation forces him to confront his mortality and the bitter betrayal that led him here. With no choice but to surrender to Maya's care, he discovers that she sees beyond the ink and anger etched on his skin. As she tends to his wounds, a spark ignites between them, bridging the divide between their worlds-a world of violence and a realm of healing. Caught between the violent loyalty of the Demented Devils and a burgeoning passion for the woman who saved him, Armando must face his past and make a choice: embrace the chance for redemption with Maya or be dragged back into the darkness that claims so many.

My daughter, who'd always hated the cold, suddenly started begging to vacation in the freezing Northern Territories. I dismissed it as a passing whim and told her no. I never thought she'd actually soak herself in a tub of ice for two days straight, just to prove she wasn't afraid of the cold. I gave in. I took her north. My mate, Cassian, stayed behind to handle pack affairs. The North was bitter. After only a few days, my daughter started showing signs of cold-sickness, coughing constantly. I wasn't going to gamble with her health. I decided to bring her home immediately. But my daughter threw a fit. At the time, I thought she just loved the North too much to leave. Until I happened to overhear her conversation with my husband, Cassian: "Daddy! These last few days in the North, I put scent-blocker in Mommy's water every single day! Aren't I clever? Now she'd never find out about you and Auntie Kayla!" "Mommy is so annoying, always nagging! I wish Auntie Kayla were my mommy instead!" I stood there cold, watching the cozy little scene inside the room, gripping the vial of scent-blocker I'd just dug out of my daughter's backpack — the drug meant to numb the link between Cassian and me. Fine. If they loved Kayla so much, then let them have her. I'd give them my blessing. So why, after I gave you everything you wanted, did the three of you end up on your knees begging for my forgiveness?