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I didn’t plan for this to happen. I didn’t plan to be lying on the bed like some submissive bitch with a man thrusting into me hard and fast, his thick shaft stretching me so deep I could barely breathe. I couldn’t stop the filthy whimpers escaping my throat, my body arching desperately as pleasure coiled tighter. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as he filled me with heat, marking me completely. I had never felt so ruined, so blissfully claimed. But when morning came, panic hit, and I fled. ~~ Weeks later, Jett discovers his passionate one-night stand with Ren Wilder, his new Lycan Alpha CEO boss in disguise. As strange cravings and pregnancy symptoms emerge, their close friendship ignites forbidden tension and hidden truths about fated mates. Heartbreak forces Jett to run, but destiny pulls them back together amid supernatural dangers and powerful secrets.

Warning: Matured Content 18+ You do not want me to repeat myself, now strip.” She tried to stop me from touching her, but I only end up hitting her in the face because I can no longer control myself. I forcefully rip off her dress and begin to touch her everywhere and damn, she tastes so exquisite. She is so f**king tight, making me slam in forcefully so that she can feel my whole. Who keeps her virginity at this age? I wanted to please her as well, but I can't help but pleasure myself seeing how tight she is, making me slam so hard and harder every time. Once I was done, I order her to get out. She would learn to fear me that way After being sold of to a wealthy ruthless and heartless billionaire, Lila became the shadow of herself as she was constantly humiliated by her so called husband who finds nothing wrong in letting another man on top of his wife. Lila was never loved by her family nor husband. What would happen when her husband let another man taste his wife? What will happen when Lila realized her husbands friend whom she hated just had her?

synopsis She lost her family in a single night. Smoke and gunshots had filled the air, and when she woke up in the hospital, her memories were gone. The only person she trusted became the one who helped rebuild her life from the ashes. Five years later, she believed she finally had everything. A powerful husband. A stable life. A second chance at happiness. Until everything shattered. On their third wedding anniversary, she caught her husband cheating. Drunk and heartbroken, she made a reckless mistake; one unforgettable night with a dangerous stranger whose touch she couldn’t forget… whose touch she began to crave. Luca “Steel” Moreno. President of the Black Forge MC. Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But fate had other plans. As her memories slowly began to return, the truth began to unfold. Her ex-husband is Luca’s brother. Her best friend is not who she thought he was. And the man she’s falling for… Let’s just say he already has a place reserved in hell. Now, she stands in front of him, a gun pointed at his heart. But for the first time, she doesn’t know what she wants anymore. Revenge… Or the man who ruined her life.

Suddenly Zeva Adelia, a freelance photographer, got a client who expressed his interest in her after spending a day together on the first day they met. However, without clarifying what their relationship was and only introducing his name as Zero, the next day Zero immediately returned to his country. He left only a trail of his handmade sketch of Zeva's face and a tiny letter asking Zeva to keep her heart's loyalty to him only. Strangely enough, by only communicating via chat, even without video or phone calls, Zeva feels that Zero has succeeded in conquering her heart. Then, can Zeva undergo a status-less relationship and a long-distance relationship with Zero? How long can Zeva endure waiting for Zero to come back for her? Also, how much does Zeva trust Zero's loyalty to her, when there's another girl like 24/7 beside Zero?

When Kaira walked in on her boyfriend of two years, tangled in her sister’s sheets on Christmas Eve, something inside her shattered beyond repair. Stumbling into a bar, heart numb and vision blurred, she wanted only to forget. So when a devastatingly handsome stranger approached, she offered herself to him, no questions asked. Until consequences found her. A missed period, and a pregnancy she wasn't expecting. Panicked and ashamed, Kaira vanished, unaware that the man she ran from was no ordinary stranger. He was an Alpha. And he would burn the world to ashes to find the woman carrying his heir, no matter how long it took.

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

I was dismembered and thrown into an abandoned warehouse. Before my consciousness faded away, I used the last bit of my strength to send a message via mind link to Timothy Russell, the Alpha heir that I had loved for six years. "Timothy, I'm in so much pain..." The next second, a cold mental barrier crashed down between us, cutting off all communication. That was his response to me. I knew I had been too presumptuous. I had disturbed him while he was at an auction helping his foster sister, Rochell Lucas. The moment my heart stopped beating, Timothy, who was helping Rochell put on a bracelet, felt his chest cave in. While everyone watched, the future Alpha knelt on the ground as countless bone-deep wounds appeared across his body out of nowhere. He convulsed in agony, screaming my name. Only then did everyone notice a glowing blood pact mark appearing on his tongue. I remembered. Once upon a time, he swore an oath to the moon. "If I ever betray Leah, every bit of suffering she has endured will return to me tenfold."

The love that I knew wasn't like the ones written in a book. It wasn't beautiful and magical. It doesn't bring butterflies in my stomach and it doesn't make me feel special. It doesn't feel like home, I do not feel secure. It does not make me feel safe and worthy. The love that I experience doesn't feel like love. I'm not really sure if it is love because it made me doubt, insecure and made me feel unloved. And all I experienced was pain. No it was torture. To see him love someone else when all I could do is to love him and let him love her. Now I don't know if I could ever love someone else, after him.

Dakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance. He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered. While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit. I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him. But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.

I was the prime example of an understanding wife. The Supporting wife. The loving wife. The faithful wife. The trusting wife. I did everything. I gave my husband everything. Ten years of my life. My inheritance. My heart. And in the end, he repaid me with a suprise second family. He repaid me with A mistress and A daughter. That was the result of everything I ever gave him. But Here’s the thing—my husband thinks I’m stupid. He thinks I’m a fool, blinded by love. He mistook my loyalty for weakness. But he doesn’t know me. He underestimated the things I would do. He underestimated the thin line between love and hate. He underestimated me. And now, I crave revenge. He’s about to find out—revenge is a dish best served…with a glass of champagne to celebrate.