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I was a Beta werewolf, destined to never have a mate. Alongside my best friends, I supported Leo Petroff in his rise to become the Alpha Leader of the Mystic Vale pack. Those under Leo’s command—the Jackson family, to name a few—always looked down on me because I was a Beta, accusing me of dragging their Alpha Leader into a ragtag group. And because I am a woman. I didn't care; perfection often breeds enemies, and that was just my lot in life. I had other wonderful friends, like my girls. I had powerful allies, including Leo, Alpha Warrior Ray and Alpha Guard Frank. I had Beta Bill, whose head was filled with knowledge. And I had Neville, a shy boy who flushed easily and always appeared whenever my spirit was exhausted. Because of them, I believed that even if I was forbidden from having a mate, having them by my side was enough. Fate decided to play a cruel joke on me by turning all the men I trusted most into my mates. Fine, mates. Since they went from the people I wanted to be with to the ones I wanted to stay away from, I decided to grant them one last privilege, the chance to play with me for the final time.

Scarlet Williams was found as a newborn in front of a girls' boarding school and grew up not knowing much about the world around her. All she knows about herself is the fact that she is a wolf, as at nineteen she had her first transformation. What Scarlet has no idea is that not only is she the heiress to a great werewolf kingdom, she's also the mate of one of the most feared wolves of all time: the supreme alpha Deniel Jackson Martin. Deniel is hundreds of years old and known far and wide as cold, calculating and arrogant, and he simply doesn't give a shit about it, he just demands respect from everyone, even if it is generated through fear. His personality, not easy, got worse after not having arrived in time to save the one who was predestined for him as a companion. He spent years of his life looking for his destiny. For him, her companion is his greatest weakness and he wasn't willing to give her up for anything in the world. "–– I only know one thing, I will find her even if I have to go to hell to do it..." Can two people who grew up in such different environments have their destinies intertwined again? After all, who will find whom in this story?

The youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. Sanders is Margeaux Quintessa. One of Asia's wealthiest families is the Sanders family. Margeaux knew something wrong with her. She is unsure of why, but she has noticed that she is treated differently by her housemates. Margeaux is living in the mansion together with her parents and brothers. She is a successful businesswoman and the proprietor of Margeaux Makeup and Dress. She enjoys spending money on things like makeup, clothes, sandals, and salon visits to change the color of her hair. Due to her strict father and brothers and the fact that marriage is not her thing, she does not want to get married. The sole kid of Mrs. and Mr. Sanchez, Isaiah Grey Sanchez, is friends with the Sanders brothers. He does not have a girlfriend and lives alone in his huge mansion. He doesn't have time for it, because he is too busy with his business. However, they were taken aback when their parents ordered them to share a roof. Margeaux was quite upset to learn that, she rejects the idea of residing in the home of a stranger. Will they both be able to live together in one house? Will Margeaux accept this situation? That she's living with the billionaire.

My best friend and I had been abducted by the Pendragon brothers—a duo consisting of a religious CEO and a top-billed movie star. We became their secret lovers against our will. "I'm pregnant, Lilith," my best friend said, tears glistening in her eyes. "Me too, Lindsay," I replied softly, caressing my belly. "But I won't go through with it." The brothers heard us. Their control tightened. They watched us during mealtimes, while we slept, and even during our bathroom breaks. We could not endure it any longer, so we fought back. In their anger, the brothers kept mistresses who resembled us. We thought we were free until one day, they found us. They called us homewreckers and hurled insults at us. They broke into our house, scarred our faces, broke our legs, and kicked us until we miscarried. It did not matter how much we tried to explain ourselves. They removed our clothes and paraded us in the street. Finally, the Pendragons arrived. They raised their marriage certificates and declared, "Lilith and Lindsay are our wives!"

Celine has been hiding for years now–escaping from the marriage that her father wanted. Marrying someone she doesn't know for her is like killing herself in front of the church. She's a princess of a known country, and now she's living like a normal person. From branded clothes to cheap ones. From mansion to a small apartment. And now, she's working in a restaurant that her best friend owned. She's living now in the Philippines and still hiding her identity to everyone because she's afraid that someone might know her real identity, that's why she always puts on a wig and acts like a nerd. Everything's going smooth for her, then a man named Venz came. She never looks at the eyes of every man, but Venz was the exception. When she looked into his eyes, there's something that she couldn't explain. She thought that staring at that man's eyes would only happen once, but fate was playful when Venz asked her to be his fake significant other. Playing the song entitled "The way you look at me" —Christian Bautista

My husband is my supervisor. Before the Day of the Dead comes, I submit an application for leave so I can pay my respects to my late mother. However, he refuses to approve my application. He insists on having me care for his childhood sweetheart, who got into an accident. He even berates me and tells me it's my duty to care for the patients. I can't second-guess them out of jealousy. But I saw him kissing his childhood sweetheart passionately in the hospital ward. He even slipped his hand underneath her clothes at the peak of his passion. "Let me check whether your wounds are better. Do you need more treatment?" She leans closer saucily, and he spanks her. "Do you think you'd be getting this treatment if not for Kaia being pregnant?" I look down at my baby bump as my heart shatters. No wonder he insisted on having me work despite me falling pregnant. How can he possibly love me? If that's the case, I'll give them my blessings.

“Don’t come close, please,” she cried, shaking even more. Her hands went to her ears and covered them. “You should have known better when you decided to mess with Vito Caputo,” Saying this, I bent over the cage, grabbed her like she weighed nothing and pulled her out and onto the floor. “Please…” My eyes settled on the red Laurex uniform clinging to her chest. “We should see what these clothes are hiding. Don't you agree with me?”  “Don’t…” “Don’t fucking them me what to do. You signed up for this the moment you agreed to mess with me.” “I'll fuck you till life leaves your body, little wolf.” “I'll assault your body, mind and soul until you speak up. I'll make you cum again and again till you cum your way into the afterlife.” “I'll spread your little legs apart until they hurt. I'll chain your hands over your head until they ache."

Lena never expected her life to change overnight. One minute, she was just another invisible girl scraping by—dodging bills, counting coins, and pretending the weight of survival didn’t choke her daily. Then came Kai Ashford. A billionaire with a cold smile and eyes that saw through everything. He plucked her from the shadows and wrapped her in silk, marble, and secrets. Designer clothes replaced thrifted rags. Penthouse nights took over sleepless street corners. Everything she ever dreamed of was handed to her no questions asked. But nothing in Kai’s world is ever free. As Lena is pulled deeper into his luxurious web, she begins to realize she isn’t just living in his world she’s owned by it. Every choice, every glance, every step has been calculated. Her comfort is his control. And the deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to untangle what’s love… and what’s manipulation. Because Kai didn’t save her. He claimed her. And her entire existence may be the price she never agreed to pay.

One night, under the full and bright moon Bryco's body suddenly itched. He couldn't help but moan because of the pain he was feeling. He could not breathe and forced his body to constrict. He could feel how his clothes were torn until he fell to his knees and completely changed his appearance; he became a wolf in the middle of the road. He thought no one had witnessed that happening. As he changed his appearance, a student at the school he owned looked at him with trepidation. This woman is Jelca Stewart. He saw how the woman's lips trembled and how her shoulders shook with nervousness and fear. He stepped closer to the woman. But because of the woman's fear, she ran away. He followed the woman, but he could no longer see her. After that night his eyes struggled to find the woman who had witnessed how he had changed. He wanted to see the woman's skin's smoothness again; look at her red lips; see the eyes full of fear as she stared at him. He wanted to claim the woman, but he doesn't know how and when.

I told Charlie my biggest secret—I was the long-lost daughter of the powerful Moore family in Dreslane. He swore he'd help me reunite with them. But the night before I met them, the Moore family made a grand declaration—they'd already found their missing daughter. A ceremony was set. I rushed there, heart pounding, only to see Charlie standing beside his childhood friend, Raine. She was being introduced as the Moore heiress. And somehow, she had the exact same birthmark as me. Before I could do anything, Charlie locked me in a restroom. "It's just a name," he said. "You still have me. So why does this matter? Raine's parents died saving me—she never had a real family. For my sake, can't you just let her have this?" Then, to erase any doubt, to make sure Raine could live as me without fear—Charlie took a knife and carved the birthmark off my body. The shock. The pain. I lost my three-month-old unborn baby that night. And as I lay there, blood soaking through my clothes, I finally gave up.