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The werewolf kingdom was at war with itself and at the point of extinction. Two Alphas from different worlds who met under strange circumstances unknown to them were fulfilling an ancient and long forgotten prophecy that foretold about a child who is destined to save their kind from total extinction, A Pure Alpha. Isabella Leclair, a formidable warrior of her clan, whom tradition wouldn't allow to succeed her father met Tristan Wolfe, a rogue Alpha, during the Blood Moon and the union set in motion an ancient power that neither of them had any idea how to handle, and as their enemies close in and betrayal lurks around in every corner, Isabella and Tristan together must navigate the dangers of their fate and guide the True Alpha to unite the fractured packs.

“Any conversation we're going to be having is going to be in the four corners of my wall and after that, I'd love and appreciate it if you forgot my name, home address and social security number— if you have that, of course.” “Cute,” he laughs and then winces when I open the drink can with a pop. I raise a brow at him, urging him to continue and then take a sip of my drink as I wait patiently. “ Contrary to what you may think, I'm not here to hurt you or whatever it is you're thinking —” “No shit.” “I'm here to offer you a deal. One I know you wouldn't be able to refuse.” “Sure, Professor Xavier.” This is getting fun and it's the most fun I've had in a few days. “Marry me.” ********** I had a one night stand with a handsome, enigmatic stranger. It was drunk decision; one I promised myself never to indulge in. Putting aside my regret, I continue with life and the trials it keeps throwing my way. As a girl used to surprises, what I don't expect is seeing this stranger from months ago at my doorstep and offering me a deal I can't seem to refuse: a marriage contract in exchange for my biggest wishes to be fulfilled.

I joined the Order of Valhalla Bridge because it was simple; they get the jobs; they send you your assignment, and once completed you get paid. That's exactly how this assignment was supposed to go. Just somewhere along the way, the web became so tangled. One slip messed up everything, now my target has turned into the hunter, intent on making me his prey. Determined to take what he thinks is his. Why would he think I was his Bride? They ordered my team to track him down, recover what was stolen, and kill him. Yet I reacted to his touch. If The Order found out, I would be dishonored. Now I am stuck between a possessive Alpha obsessed with a new toy, a vampire who thinks me his bride and a Berserker intent on winning me. What could possibly go wrong?

The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"

Adrian Moretti’s adopted sister—She knew perfectly well that I suffered from severe asthma and could not be exposed to smoke or strong scents. Yet during the yacht reception, she deliberately dragged me onto the open deck, where cigars burned nonstop and the wind howled. Within seconds, my chest tightened. When I reached for my inhaler, my blood ran cold. It was empty. I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were collapsing in on themselves. She crouched beside me and smiled. “You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a little smoke. You don’t need to act like you’re dying,” she said softly. “You’re too weak. You need to build some tolerance.” I looked toward Adrian, my vision already blurring. “Adrian,” I choked. “Give me my inhaler. If I don’t use it right now, I’m going to suffocate.” He frowned slightly. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” he said coldly. “I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a bit of smoke. She’s right—you’re always seeking attention. We finally gathered tonight, and you’re ruining it.” My heart dropped. I fumbled for my phone and called my mother. “Mom,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I’m being bullied… and I can’t breathe.” My voice shook violently.

Mechanic or Luna: Book two- Brett and Piercy's Story This book needs to be read after Mechanic or Luna After months of arguing, near death experiences and pain, the time has come. The ultimatum Brett laid down for Piercy has backfired. Not only did he succeed, he is hold her to it. Forcing her to move to his pack. Forcing her to pay bills and move across the country, she is joining a pack that doesn't allow women to fight. Not only does her most recent trauma haunt her, she is forced to relive her most painful memories if she truly wants to find happiness. The only questions through all of this, what is Piercy's breaking point? Is she even strong enough to see past her pain, to find peace and happiness?

Vier Jahre Ehe. Eine Unterschrift – seine eigene –, die mich befreite, obwohl er nie begriff, was er da unterschrieb. Ich war Sophia Moretti, die unsichtbare Ehefrau von James Moretti, dem Erben der mächtigsten Mafiafamilie der Stadt. Doch als seine Kindheitsliebe, die blendende und privilegierte Vicky, zurückkehrte, verstand ich endlich: Ich war immer nur eine Übergangslösung. Also spielte ich meinen letzten Zug. Ich schob die Papiere über seinen Schreibtisch – eine Scheidung, getarnt als Routineformulare der Universität. James unterschrieb, ohne auch nur einen zweiten Blick darauf zu werfen. Seine Füllfeder kratzte so achtlos über das Papier wie er einst unsere Eide behandelt hatte – ohne zu merken, dass er damit unsere Ehe beendete. Doch ich ging mit mehr als nur meiner Freiheit. Unter meinem Mantel trug ich seinen ungeborenen Erben – ein Geheimnis, das ihn vernichten würde, wenn er begreift, was er verloren hat. Jetzt reißt der Mann, der mich nie beachtet hat, die Welt auseinander, um mich zu finden. Vom Penthouse bis in die finsteren Ecken der Unterwelt wälzt er jeden Stein um. Aber ich bin keine zitternde Beute, die darauf wartet, gefunden zu werden. Ich habe mich jenseits seiner Reichweite wieder aufgebaut – an einem Ort, an dem nicht einmal ein Moretti folgen kann. Diesmal werde ich nicht um seine Liebe flehen. Er wird um meine flehen.

Dario berbisik menyebut namanya 999 kali dalam tidurnya. Namun, tak pernah menyebut namaku. Lima tahun aku memberikan segalanya untuk Dario Mahardika, pewaris salah satu dinasti mafia terkuat di Aropa. Aku mengubah rumahnya menjadi rumah yang hangat, mengingat setiap detail cerobohnya yang terlewat, bahkan meninggalkan mimpiku menjadi seniman, dengan harapan bahwa suatu hari, dia akan memilihku. Namun, setiap kali Arisa muncul, kesetiaan Dario bergeser padanya. Malam itu, ketika kuah sop yang panas melukai lenganku, dia segera melindungi Arisa dari goresan yang nyaris tak meninggalkan bekas. Di depan umum, pandangannya tak pernah tertuju padaku, selalu mengarah kepada Arisa. Aku hanya istri di atas kertas, tetapi bukan dalam kenyataan. Jadi aku pergi. Hanya dengan sebuah koper, surat cerai yang dia tanda tangani tanpa sadar, dan sebuah rahasia yang tak pernah kuberi tahu padanya, yaitu aku sedang hamil tiga bulan. Saat dia sadar, semuanya sudah terlambat. Perceraian itu nyata. Berkas klinik itu nyata, dan ketika dia menyadarinya, aku sudah lenyap. Sekarang, pria yang dulu menguasai kota dengan dingin itu menghancurkan dunia untuk menemukanku. Dia punya tentara, uang, dan seribu permintaan maaf yang tak pernah dia ucapkan saat aku masih menjadi istrinya. Namun, aku bukan lagi wanita yang memohon kasih sayang. Aku seorang ibu. Seorang seniman. Seorang pejuang. Pertanyaannya bukan apakah Dario bisa menemukanku. Akan tetapi, apakah ketika dia berhasil, aku akan membiarkannya kembali ke kehidupan yang pernah dia hancurkan.

— Preciso da sua ajuda para forjar a queda de um jato particular — eu disse calmamente. — É a única maneira de eu conseguir deixar Luca Moretti. As pessoas diziam que ele havia renunciado ao trono da Máfia por minha causa. Chamavam ele do homem que trocou o poder pelo amor, o herdeiro que abandonou sangue e ouro apenas para se casar com uma garçonete das favelas. Durante anos, ele fez o mundo acreditar em nós. Ele construiu impérios sob o meu nome. Ele me enviava rosas toda segunda-feira. Ele dizia à imprensa que eu era a sua salvação. Mas amor nem sempre significa lealdade. Enquanto eu estava ocupada acreditando no para sempre, ele estava construindo um segundo lar pelas minhas costas. Um lar cheio de risadas, brinquedos, e filhos gêmeos que tinham os seus olhos. Na noite em que desapareci, o império dele queimou. Ele devastou cidades, subornou governos, e enterrou homens vivos apenas para me encontrar. Mas, quando ele fez isso eu já tinha partido. E a mulher por quem ele um dia morreria não o amava mais o suficiente para permanecer viva.

"Aku butuh bantuanmu untuk memalsukan kecelakaan pesawat pribadi," kataku pelan. "Itu satu-satunya cara agar aku bisa meninggalkan Dirga Valendra." Orang-orang mengatakan dia meninggalkan takhta Mafia demi aku. Mereka menyebutnya pria yang memilih cinta daripada kekuasaan dan pewaris yang meninggalkan dunia penuh darah dan kemewahan demi menikahi seorang pelayan dari daerah kumuh. Selama bertahun-tahun, dia membuat dunia percaya pada hubungan kami. Dia membangun kerajaan atas namaku. Setiap Senin, dia mengirimiku mawar. Dan pada media, dia selalu bilang bahwa akulah yang menyelamatkannya. Namun cinta tidak selalu berarti setia. Saat aku sibuk percaya bahwa kami akan bersama selamanya, dia justru membangun keluarga kedua tanpa sepengetahuanku. Sebuah keluarga yang dipenuhi tawa, mainan, dan sepasang putra kembar yang punya mata seperti dirinya... ... Malam ketika aku menghilang, kerajaannya runtuh dalam api. Dia mengobrak-abrik kota, menyuap pemerintah, dan mengubur orang hidup-hidup hanya demi menemukan aku. Namun saat dia berhasil, aku sudah pergi jauh. Dan wanita yang dulu pernah rela mati untuknya, kini kehilangan cintanya dan tak lagi punya alasan untuk bertahan hidup.