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Everyone in the pack knows Marcus has loved me for a decade—that I'm his destined mate. He's devastatingly handsome and brilliant, the youngest and most gifted pack healer we've ever had, with she-wolves practically throwing themselves at his feet. Yet this alpha prince has eyes only for me. But when I was nearly assaulted by a rapist, Marcus signed a settlement agreement on my behalf and issued a psychiatric diagnosis, condemning me to a mental institution. Inside the institution, I was attacked by the truly insane—they tore at my hair with clawed fingers and kicked my stomach until I couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, he held the rapist's sister Victoria close and told me: "Emma, I'll take care of you. I'll compensate you when you get out, but Victoria has severe depression. She can't handle her brother getting in trouble." Even more ridiculous—when I begged him to let me see my suicidal sister one last time, he was honeymooning with that woman in Iceland, hanging up on my eighty-nine calls. The day my sister died, I coughed up blood in that mental hospital. Three years later, he came to get me, saying he still wanted to bring me home as his mate. Looking at his careful demeanor, I suddenly laughed. Marcus, do you know? No matter how high the mental hospital walls are, they can't stop someone who's crawled back from hell for revenge. What you owe me, what you owe my sister—I'll collect it all with interest, using what you care about most.

She opened the door, and when she stepped inside, someone else closed it behind her. She jolted. Her head spun in shock to see him standing there. Her nerves felt jittery. He couldn’t possibly kill her now, could he? “W-what do you want?” Anna stuttered. The usual smirk wasn’t on his lips as he glared at her. “One thing I hate is when things don’t go as I planned. Silly little loopholes,” he said, pushing away from the doorframe. Her heart rippled when he took a step toward her. He was tall and large—she felt like a little girl compared to him. “I will scream,” Anna breathed, cold sweat rolling down her back. He held her chin. His hold was gentle as he caressed her jawline. Anna shivered. Then his lips tilted into a smirk—not enigmatic like the ones she had usually seen. This one was… sinister. One that told her he didn’t have good plans for her. “Careful there. We wouldn’t want you ending up with a broken spinal cord now, do we?” His large palm flew to her throat, his thumb gently caressing it. Tears brimmed in her eyes. “What do you want?” Her voice came out as a low whisper. “Your body,” he deadpanned. “As manure for my apple tree.” After being thrown to the wolves by her own father, Annalisa must make the ultimate choice—follow her heart or destroy the man she’s come to love.

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

He lowered his head and angrily placed a kiss on my lips, I had felt the passion, love and compassion in his previous kisses but right now he was venting out all his anger. He bit my lower lip hard until it was completely swollen and began to bleed, I wanted to cry in pain but he didn't give me a chance and his tongue pried my mouth open and with the help of it he pulled my tongue into his mouth and then bit my tongue. At this moment he was completely consumed by anger and out of his senses, I wanted to use my magic to get rid of him but I could not do that too as he had one of my wrists twisted which was now turning numb with pain and the other was pinned above my head against the wall. Soon his fangs pierced my tongue and this time finally a sharp painful shout left my throat and hit his lips. My lips were now trembling and I just wanted to push him away but as much as I tried that, he kept pushing his body against mine making me loose my mind completely. My painful voice brought him back to his senses and his lips and teeth finally left my mouth, tears flowed through my eyes due to the pain and I looked at him angrily that was when he finally spoke "I told you to be careful but you do every possible thing to rile me up. Your scent is completely different from every person on this earth, it is so appealing and inviting that anyone can find you and that means that no matter how hard you try, you can't escape from me."

Power, position and throne are what the Ashcroftians only wanted. They will kill if they need to. An endless war that feels just like a children's game, a floody blood flows just like the water in the river, and wine is much more expensive than people's lives. And yes! It all exist only in the nation named Ashcroft. After the long drought and hunger for justice and equality, one woman (Princess Sapphire Welshly Sylverstein) will return stronger, bolder and even smarter to change the whole nation's seances about "life". And surprisingly another long lost precious gem of the Knightwalkers will appear to continue his father's legacy. After everything is settled, this man can't still figure out what's missing on his part late until he realized that it was the woman whom he's with back in the city (Japan) that he wanted to spend most of his time. But this time it's becoming more allonomous to take action to follow his heart as he got rivals both in the throne and in the woman she treasures most. He then focused more on becoming a good ruler of Knightwalker Empire and for the main time set aside his feeling for Sapphire and instead ask his best friend to look after her, but the case won't always be the same as his best friend did the most unexpected action that will change him forever. This is why we should never entrust our belongings to someone else, as looks can be deceiving and remember that the devil was once an angel-therefore be careful who you trust. Upon the lost of his love the visionary finally happen. He became harmful and hatred consumed him until a year later, a young lovely Princess will come home with the same purpose.

The night I was supposed to become Luna of Bloodmoon Pack, my fated mate rejected me in front of everyone. Caden Ahearn looked me in the eyes and said the words that ripped our bond apart. His brother accused me of attacking him. His mother smiled while I vomited on the ceremony platform. And the man I loved—the man who'd held my hands until now—walked away like I was nothing. I was banished at dawn. No pack. No family. No future. I ended up bleeding in the rain on enemy territory, half-dead from rejection sickness, waiting for rogues to finish what Caden started. That's when he found me. Damian Vargasin. The Savage Alpha. The most dangerous wolf in the region. He carried me home like I weighed nothing, protected me like I mattered, looked at me like I'm meant to him. He said there was no price for his help. No expectations. No debt. But his wolf recognized something in mine. And the way he touches me—gentle, careful, like I'm precious. Now Caden wants me back. His mother wants me dead. And the truth about who really destroyed my life is about to explode. I'm carrying secrets. I'm carrying power I don't understand. They say the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. But if she meant for me to end up here—in the arms of my enemy, hunted by my past, falling for a man who could destroy me—what does that say about her plan? What does that say about me?

Escaping from her abusive husband with nothing but the clothes on her back, a beaten and bruised Laura shows up on the doorstep of her estranged older brother - and President of a well-known motorcycle club, Jake Wilson. But before she can even make it into the house, she runs into a tall, dark, deep well of trouble - her brother's best friend and second in command, Talon Nash. *********** He stepped closer, closing the gap between us in one stride. His hands found my hips, pulling me into him with a firm but gentle grip. The sawdust clinging to his skin mingled with the scents of his sweat and cologne, and I breathed it in, reveling in it. “Your reward,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, “is me not dragging you upstairs and ruining you right now in front of all these guys.” My breath hitched, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I smirked. I wasn’t about to let him win this one. “No fair. That’s more of a punishment than a reward,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I want a refund.” “NOT getting f*cked in front of the prospects is a punishment?” He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through me. “Fine,” he added, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Careful what you wish for, angel.” Before I could respond, he bent down and hoisted me up over his shoulder like a sack of flour. I let out a startled laugh, my hands instinctively gripping the back of his jeans. The prospects paused their work, watching with amused smirks as Talon carried me toward the stairs. “Talon!” I protested, though my laughter betrayed me. “Put me down!”

“Did he touch you like this?…” Zoey asked as she ran her fingers through my slit. I gasped. Those fingers…So magical. What was was she doing? “I said, does he touch you like this?!” She thundered sexily. “Nooo…” i slowly answered. She then asked me to spread my legs. She commanded me, her Luna and I had no choice to obey. She looked at my core and patted it. “Pretty pussy.” My husband would probably think I would be crying and mourning over his cheating ways. If only he knew I was crying while being violated by the quiet rogue—happily violated. Zoey looked innocent, meek and forlorn, but she was the quiet devil. Who would’ve thought she had all of these up her sleeves? *********** Charlotte was a Luna that was cheated on and Maltreated by her husband. She never knew was good sex and orgasm was…until she met Zoey. Zoey and Charlotte had badass sexual intimacy till the point that her husband, the alpha begins to wonder why his wife is glowing and why she is not thirsty for sex or questioning him for allowing his mistress to stay in the pack . With time, what starts as a harmless way of having fun becomes a serious relationship and they form a strong bond. Zoey also proves herself to be useful by saving the pack during danger. Circumstances lead Charlotte to think that Zoey is either her fated mate or her second chance mate but she must be careful before she makes decisions. Will Charlotte keep lying to herself to will she allow love to save the day? Will Zoey and Charlotte overthrow the alpha and reign supreme? Or will Zoey continue to be the Luna’s Hidden Plaything?

When twenty-five-year-old Solyn Fairchild survives a brutal attack outside her apartment, the police call it a random mugging. Solyn knows better. The man who tried to strangle her whispered her full name, as if he had been waiting for her. Terrified and running out of places to hide, she reluctantly agrees to move into the safest home her father can think of. The home of Dr. Calian Winslow. Her father’s most trusted friend. A man Solyn barely remembers, yet cannot forget. Calian is everything her father swears by: brilliant, elegant, composed to the point of being unreadable. But behind the calm exterior lies a darkness Solyn senses before she even steps through his door. Calian feels nothing and fears nothing. A rare condition has kept his emotions frozen since childhood. Until Solyn moves in. She is the one thing his careful control cannot contain, the only person who makes his pulse rise and his cold veneer crack. As the stalker escalates, leaving messages that echo Calian’s own research, Solyn is pulled deeper into the shadows of his past. Every step she takes toward safety draws her closer to Calian’s dangerous orbit. Every stolen glance, every forbidden moment, every slip in his voice makes it harder to remember the rules that should keep them apart. Her father trusts him. Her attacker fears him. And Solyn is falling for the one man who could ruin everything. Because loving Calian Winslow might save her life or cost her everything she has left.

She underwent a death experience—at the hands of the family she cared for most, who then sold her off. At eight years old, Seraphina Valeza was adopted from an orphanage by the Hawthorne family, a run-down third-rate family in Lunada City. She lived for fifteen years there, always careful, thankful for a house that was not her home. She was an excellent student, kept her sufferings to herself, and obeyed them in return for their "kindness." When the Hawthorne family was on the verge of bankruptcy, they chose survival over conscience. Seraphina was forced to marry Julian Moreau, the heir of a second-rate elite family. The marriage was hell. Behind closed doors, Julian humiliated her, controlled her every move, and crushed her dignity. In public, she was paraded as a trophy wife; in private, she was nothing more than a disposable tool. Once Julian seized full control of the Hawthorne family, Seraphina lost even her last value. With no way out, she resorted to suicide. But destiny wanted otherwise and gave her another chance. She found herself in the same spot as she was on the day of her marriage. This time she did neither crying nor begging. Instead, she smiled and switched the groom. In front of stunned guests, Seraphina walked past Julian and stopped before a man sitting casually at the banquet table, dressed out of place and enjoying the food as if the wedding had nothing to do with him. Lucien Cross. The annoying guy she constantly quarreled with in college. The man who cried while carrying her dying body in her past life. The one whose love she came to realize onlqy when it was too late. This time, Seraphina will not let him go. And all those who wronged her will be punished, without exception.