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On the night of her 18th birthday, under a blood-red moon, Elara Voss feels the mate bond snap into place—straight to Damon Blackthorn, the golden Alpha of Silver Moon Pack. The entire pack watches in breathless silence… until Damon turns cold eyes on her, his chosen Luna—Valentina Reyes, Elara’s cruelest bully—smirking at his side. “I, Damon Blackthorn, reject you, Elara Voss, as my mate and future Luna. You are weak. Unworthy. Forgotten.” The words shatter her. Val’s laughter echoes. Humiliated, heartbroken, and bleeding from the fresh rejection mark on her neck, Elara flees into the forbidden wilds… straight into the jaws of the most dangerous wolf alive. Lucian Draven. Scarred. Cursed. Ruthless Alpha of Nightshade Pack. His wolf has torn through enemies and lovers alike, leaving only fear in its wake—until he scents her. The bond ignites like wildfire. His massive hand clamps around her wrist, voice a low, dangerous growl: “You ran from one Alpha… but you just ran straight into mine.” Elara wants nothing to do with another bond that could break her. Lucian wants her—body, soul, and every defiant inch of her—more than he’s ever wanted anything. But when Damon realizes the “weak” girl he discarded is now claimed by his greatest enemy… regret burns hotter than any mate bond. He’ll beg. He’ll fight. He’ll bleed. Too late. Some bonds are rejected. Some are reclaimed. And some… are forged in fire and fangs.

🩸 SYNOPSIS – Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha In a world where power is ruled by blood, loyalty is bought with fear, and monsters walk among humans… one wrong night changes everything. Amara Vale was never meant to be part of the darkness. Just an ordinary girl trying to survive, her life shatters the moment she witnesses a brutal mafia execution—an act that marks her for death. Hunted, broken, and bleeding, she runs… but there is no escaping men who own the night. Until she falls into the hands of something more dangerous. Lucian Vex Nightshade is not just a mafia lord—he is an Alpha King, ruler of a hidden werewolf empire built on dominance, violence, and absolute control.Ruthless, and feared by all, Lucian does not hesitate to kill… especially not fragile humans who wander where they shouldn’t. But when he finds Amara on the brink of death, something impossible happens. Instead of killing her… he saves her. Turned against her will and thrown into a world she doesn’t understand, Amara should have become just another wolf under Lucian’s command. But she doesn’t. She fights him. Defies him. Challenges a man no one dares to question. And worse… there is something inside her. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something that makes even the most dangerous Alphas uneasy. As rival mafia empires rise, enemies close in, Amara finds herself at the center of a war she never asked for. And Lucian? He is no longer just watching her. He is obsessed. And dangerously unwilling to let her go. In a world where love is weakness and power is everything, one truth remains She was never meant to survive. He was never meant to feel. But under the blood moon… He will claim what is his.

Lyra has spent her whole life trying to disappear. She was always considered as ordinary, unremarkable and powerless. The lone girl with no wolf, no heritage, and nothing to her name except a strange moon-etched pendant she was found with as a baby. But the older she gets, the more the world bends around her. Shadows move when she does, her dreams bleeding into reality and the moon constantly watched over her like it remembers her. Everything changes the night the Moonfang Pack captures her. Their Alpha, Rael, is feared across the realm as cold, disciplined and born to command. Yet when he sees Lyra, something cracks. Something ancient stirs. She should feel wrong to him but instead she feels inevitable. Their connection is a slow-burning, unwanted magnetic pull that neither of them understands, and both try to resist. Until Lyra finally breaks. Under a blood-stained moon, she tries to escape but her pendant ignites against her skin, dragging her to her knees. Her scream rips through the forest, powerful enough to force three fully-shifted wolves to collapse and lose their forms instantly. Hours later, Rael finds her lying in the moonlit dirt, glowing with silver light and for the first time in his life, Alpha Rael is afraid. Because Lyra is not just awakening. Across the realm, other girls fall sick with the same burning energy. Mate bonds snap and packs are riled up in panic. Prophecies tremble awake and the ancient myth of the Lost Bloodline resurfaces: a long foretold lineage tied to the Moon Goddess, a forgotten heir and a wolf whose shadow has not touched the earth in centuries. Lyra is changing. The realm is cracking. And Rael must decide whether to protect her or destroy her before the world does.

The Thornes built their aromatherapy business generations ago, but their ancestors made a fatal mistake and brought down a divine curse. For ninety-nine generations, every Thorne heir drew their punishment on their eighteenth birthday. Julian Thorne was the last. He drew the worst punishment: death from hemorrhage in ten months. The only way to break it was to marry a witch from the Old Bloodline and complete the life transference ritual. The witch inscribes a sigil on a parchment and infuses the child's blood essence on it, and the curse transfers to the parchment. I was that witch. My family owed the Thornes a blood debt going back three generations, so I married Julian, gave him a child, and performed the ritual to save his life. I was terrified of missing the ritual window, so I didn't even use anesthesia as the baby was cut out of my womb. However, Julian drove ninety-nine soul spikes into my body while I was still bleeding from the delivery, then set me on fire. "Miriam is the real heir. You're nothing but a fraud who wanted to marry up. "You drove her into the wilderness to protect your position. She went into labor alone and died with the baby. Even dying, she thought of me. She finished the ritual and saved my life. "You deceived my father. I'm destroying your soul. You'll pay for what you did to them." He ignored my screaming while he drained our newborn's blood essence. I watched helplessly as my child's life faded. Then I was nailed to a cross and burned until there was nothing left. When I opened my eyes, I was back on my wedding day.

How wonderful will it be to turn back time and undo some of our worst mistakes, right? She is sent back in time after being betrayed by the people she loved the most. To redeem her lost glory by moving on or to become a villain in her own story by seeking revenge. ******* A low, unbearable grunt escapes Margarita's lips as she peels her eyes open. Her solemn face was expressionless as she looked around. 'Where is she?' she thought, still scanning the place. Dressed in a beautiful white, glamorous wedding dress that had diamonds attached to every inch of the hem of the floating gown. She realizes a white veil is dangling from her hair. Bone-crushing pain shot through her spine as memories from her past came rushing to her head at once. A shrieking yelp escapes her lips as she clutches tightly to her head, trying to stop seeing those images. Their betrayals. Her lover and her older sister had teamed up to send her to the afterlife. Images of how she'd wholeheartedly loved them flashed past, slapping her on the face as her core twisted in misery. Her eyes were wedged with tears, and her heart was bleeding from regret. Even her best friend joined in on her demise. Oh! If only she'd realized earlier that it was all a facade. If only she were giving us a chance to return to Earth. But she knew deep down that it was all wishful thinking. However, "Your wish has been fulfilled, Lady Margarita, to redeem your lost glory or to return as a villainess for revenge." She hears a voice deep in her subconscious… **Please support this shameless author by voting for the book if you like it.**

“I was born incapable of love. My hands know only blood. My heart knows only ice. But for you… I would carve out a new soul, even if it kills me.” Alessio “Alec” Moretti rules his city like a god draped in shadow. Cold, ruthless, and untouched by emotion, he’s a mafia boss born from bloodlines and brutality. Psychopath, they whisper incapable of love, addicted only to control. No one defies him. Until Noa Hartmann spits in his face. Noa is everything Alessio doesn’t understand fiercely ,independent, maddeningly fearless, and completely uninterested in bowing to a monster. He’s just a university student working in a dusty bookstore café, trying to survive the same violence that killed his family. But one moment one public act of defiance and Alessio is obsessed. At first, it’s a game. Alessio wants to break him, tame him, make him kneel. But the closer he gets, the more the lines blur. Why does he want to protect Noa? Why does he feel anything at all? What begins as possession becomes something darker, deeper… and far more dangerous. Because monsters don’t love,they consume. And when the past reemerges in the form of a long-lost brother turned rival mafia boss one who blames Alessio’s family for the massacre of Noa’s everything explodes. Noa is caught between two devils: One who stole his life. One who wants to own his heart. With empires collapsing, secrets unraveling, and love bleeding into obsession, Noa and Alessio are forced to face the truth: Some monsters can love. But they will burn the world for it.

They tried to erase her. She survived. Raised in a place designed to break children, she grows up learning one rule above all else: endure quietly. Hunger is discipline. Pain is routine. Obedience is survival. She doesn’t know her real name, her family, or why certain men with clean shoes and cold eyes always seem to be watching. Until the night she runs. Bleeding, hunted, and half-dead, she escapes an institution that was never meant to let her live past usefulness. What she doesn’t know is that the symbol burned into her skin isn’t a punishment it’s a claim. A mark left by a powerful underground network that doesn’t lose what it owns. Her collapse brings her into the path of three brothers who rule the city’s shadows men whose wealth buys silence, whose violence is surgical, and whose loyalty to blood is absolute. At first, she’s just another wounded stranger pulled from the streets. Then one brother recognizes the mark. And everything changes. Because years ago, the brothers tried to dismantle a trafficking empire known only as The Circle. They thought it was gone. They were wrong. The girl they saved isn’t a random survivor she’s a missing investment. A living mistake The Circle intends to reclaim. As fragments of her past surface, a terrifying truth emerges: she wasn’t abandoned as a child. She was stolen. Trained. Conditioned. And when she escaped, she didn’t just save herself she reignited a war. Hunted by a network that erases people without a trace, and protected by men who don’t lose once they claim something as theirs, she must decide whether she’ll keep running… or turn and burn everything that tried to own her.

Nadia Reyes has died twelve times. Different centuries, different methods — same hands, same face, same cold eyes watching her take her final breath. At twenty-seven, armed with soul memories that science cannot explain and a rage that twelve lifetimes of dying has sharpened into something precise, she stops running. She spends eight months engineering an introduction to Dorian Ashvale — the man her soul recognizes as her killer — seduces him deliberately, and marries him with one goal: end the cycle on her terms before he ends it on his. Dorian doesn't remember any of it. He only knows that Nadia feels like a memory he was never supposed to have, and that marrying her is the first decision in his life that has ever felt completely, terrifyingly right. But as Nadia moves closer to executing her revenge, her forensic genealogy skills uncover something that fractures everything — Dorian's violence across lifetimes wasn't chosen. His soul has been hijacked by an ancient predatory entity that feeds on Nadia's interrupted purpose, growing stronger every time she dies before completing something she was always meant to finish. The monster she married didn't kill her. Something far older did — using his hands. As the entity begins to activate, triggering blackout episodes Dorian cannot control, Nadia faces the most dangerous realization of all thirteen lifetimes: she is falling in love with the man she planned to destroy. Book 1 ends when Dorian surfaces from his worst blackout yet to find Nadia bleeding — and looks at her with the eyes of a man who remembers nothing and is about to lose everything.

When my Alpha mate, Xander, wanted to bring Sadie—the pregnant widow of his best friend—into our home, I let him. I even went before the Pack Elders myself and filed to sever our fated mate bond. I set him free to honor the guilt and devotion he felt for her. I did it all because of my last life. In that life, blinded by jealousy, I had coldly refused his request. That refusal led to tragedy. Sadie left our territory alone, miscarried on the road, and was left barren—never able to bear a cub again. And he blamed me for all of it. So when I was the one dying, bleeding out on the birthing bed and begging him to save me, he showed me the depths of his hatred. He coldly pulled the pack healers from my room, leaving our cub and me to die in a pool of our own blood. I can still hear his icy words. "Sadie lost her cub because of you. Now, you pay the price for your cruelty." So this time, I stepped aside. I let him keep his promise to the woman he cherished, and I gave him the bone-deep hatred for me that he so clearly craved. But I never imagined what would happen when I was finally, truly gone from his life. I never expected that the same Alpha who treated me with such cold cruelty would go mad searching for me. That he would tear the territories apart, only to fall to his knees before me, his eyes bloodshot, begging me to come back.

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.