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For eighteen years, Sylvia Velmont survived as the lowest creature in the Crimson Moon Pack, a human slave whose parents were executed for trespassing on wolf territory. When she is dragged to serve wine at the sacred Lunar Conjunction, the last thing she expects is to accidentally spill wine on the one person everyone avoids. Rowan Salvatore, the King’s blade. The cursed Alpha whose mates die before the bond completes. She expects death, but instead, their eyes meet and the impossible happens. The mate bond ignites between a worthless human slave and the most feared warrior in existence. Humans cannot be mated to wolves. Unless… She isn’t human after all. As the bond awakens something ancient in Sylvia’s blood, she discovers the truth. She is the last of the Lunar Blessed, a hybrid bloodline thought extinct. Her parents weren’t just trespassers. They were hunted. And Rowan’s curse isn’t what everyone believes. It is meant to kill him if he ever finds his true mate. Now hunted by the pack that enslaved her, coveted by Alphas who want her power and protected by a warrior whose curse might kill her, Sylvia must navigate her transformation from slave to the most powerful she-wolf in generations, because the King who holds Rowan’s leash knows exactly who she is. The daughter of the wolf emperor he murdered, the rightful heir to all five packs and the only one who can break the soul chain that binds Rowan as his weapon.

Born to the royal family of the White Fur Park in the kingdom of Alacia, Emal was a seventeen years old teenage boy of the royal family of the pack. Powerless and wolfless unlike every other wolves in the pack, he was constantly bullied by his peers and family. He tried everything in his power to be like everyone—if at all he couldn't be more than them as required by his royal status, all to no avail. Not until he met her. A torrential rain that calms a wildfire. A tiger that makes friend with it's hunter. She is Arya, the one with two shocking identities. The last bloodline of the most powerful beings to ever exist who are believed to have gone extinct. They became the closest friends ever, always standing up for themselves and protecting each other. They stick together always like a kangaroo and it's newborn. Slowly, he discovered himself, his powers began to awaken. But an unforseen gust of wind created distance between them. It's yet to know if they will end up killing each other under the deceptive game of destiny! One protects, the other kills! Who will decide the victory after all? The trial begins anyway.

Eoin Sinclair is the crowned Prince, son of the Werewolf King and Queen. His mother is the legendary Green wolf. He is to be the next King. He agrees to mate his girlfriend Amira after all she is the Princess of the Sirens and raised to be Royal. She knows how to be a calm, submissive, Luna. Kayda is a fire dragon werewolf hybrid her father Danny is the Warrior Gamma of the Royal Pack. Dottie her mother is the last pure bred fire dragon. Kayda realises her relationship with Eoin might not be what she assumed. After all, he thinks she is immature, unruly, and childish, and those are the reasons he has told her to her face. No way they're mates. ***** *** ******* "This isn't wrestling." Eoin grunted. "I could easily throw you off." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned, shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " Get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince." I smirked, emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides, you already hurt me, so kiss it better." I smirked, leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip. "Kayda." he growled in warning. "Last chance, get off me." "And if I don't, do I get that spanking?" I asked . Eoin snapped. I saw it happen in his eyes. I had pushed him to his limit. He swiftly stood up with me in his arms and walked a few paces. Before I knew it, he had me bent over a fallen tree log on the edge of the clearing my head and upper body over the log and my butt in the air. ******* ********* ***** Will the future Kings Flame burn him, or will it set him on fire? Book 3 of the Green Wolf series.

Brent Kenilworth; a young and handsome man from the wealthiest family in Los Altos Hills, California is pushed to the edge by his parents to pick a bride before his thirty-fifth birthday or lose all he had hoped to inherit. Since losing the love of his life in cold-blooded murder, Brent has no time for love. Can he successfully pull strings that would end in a relationship? Amanda Brighton is searching for a man who has the financial wherewithal to clear her family's age-long debts and take care of her ailing mother. Beneath her, is a large world of her family's dark past, hunting her down. Can she be a perfect fit for Brent's wish? Can two people be together in a contractual union without falling in love? How long can they hold up the act of pretending to want to be married? And when the light is cast on her darkest secrets, would they still stand a chance to be together?

« Alors vous pensez qu’il est… mort ? » Le dernier mot sortit à peine de la bouche de Davis, dans un murmure étouffé et craintif. Mandy hésita un instant. Elle connaissait la vérité. « J'en suis sûr. » Lorsque Brad, son petit ami et dernière victime, disparaît, Mandy s'enfuit dans une autre ville. Un policier, Tyler, poussé par la curiosité, la suit. Très vite, il se retrouve pris au piège de sa véritable nature et leur amour interdit devient un jeu mortel pour tous les deux.

🔔🔔 Fair warning: this book contains steamy scenes, forbidden desires, stepdad and daughter taboos and languages strictly 18+ When desire crosses the line, hearts are bound to burn. Isabella has always lived in the shadow of control until one night shatters every boundary she thought she could keep. Drawn to a man she can’t have, she’s caught between guilt and a passion that refuses to die. But when betrayal seeps into their secret world, love turns to obsession. A woman scorned, a man torn between two dangerous desires and a house that hides more than one sin beneath its roof.

Archer has always known what is expected of him. He accepts to be betrothed to a woman, he doesn't know, for the sake of the kingdom. An alliance between the two kingdoms is needed to fight off the rebels. He goes to great lengths to win the affection of his betrothed. Adalia doesn't want to be an ornament. She wants to be a strong queen, who joins her army in battles. But she is a princess. The only thing expected of her is to be beautiful and reproduce one heir after another. Adalia goes to Archer's kingdom ready to accept her fate. But when she runs into Xander her childhood crush, she commits to marrying him instead of the future King.

No Natal, meus pais decidiram trabalhar para ganhar o salário triplicado, e mais uma vez me deixaram sozinha em casa. Pensando nos últimos vinte anos, em que eles sempre fizeram isso, decidi que não queria passar mais uma noite fria e solitária. Peguei meu jantar natalino e fui procurá-los. Mal sabia eu que aqueles pais, que sempre alegaram estar tentando ganhar um pouco mais de dinheiro, sairiam de um carro de luxo, rindo e abraçando um garoto da minha idade, e entrariam em um restaurante cinco estrelas. — Vocês acham certo deixar Caroline sozinha em casa? — Perguntou o garoto. Minha mãe respondeu com indiferença: — Não tem problema, ela já está acostumada. Meu pai, sem o menor peso na consciência, completou: — Como ela poderia se comparar a você? Você é o verdadeiro tesouro dos nossos corações! Virei as costas e fui embora. Eles fingiram ser pobres para enganar a mim, mas desta vez eu não quero mais a companhia deles!

Esperei por três horas na festa de aniversário do meu namorado, Dário Montenegro. Ele deveria ser o centro das atenções, chegar com elegância, de mãos dadas comigo. Mas não. Foi a “eterna paixão” dele, Evelina Fernandes, quem ligou — dizendo que torceu o tornozelo — e o chamou direto pro hospital. Lá, ela gravou um vídeo deles se beijando. Na cena, Dário, que sempre disse estar com as pernas paralisadas, se levanta, empurra Evelina contra a porta e se entrega ao momento. — Dário, por que você nunca contou pra Lívia que suas pernas já estavam boas? E ele, com a voz mansa e melada: — Se ela souber, vai insistir pra eu casar com ela. Lívia Vale? Ela não é nada. Só uma babá grátis. E acha que merece virar minha esposa? Logo depois, ele e Evelina continuam se beijando com força. Ela veste o vestido de noiva que eu mesma desenhei… e encara a câmera com provocação. O vídeo termina ao som dos beijos. Ele me enganou o tempo todo. Joguei fora o bolo que tinha feito pra ele com tanto carinho. Mandei uma mensagem pra minha mãe: “Oi, mãe. Tá bom. Eu aceito ir no encontro que você marcou.”

Era meu aniversário. Eu achei que ele fosse me levar à praia para ver os fogos de artifício, mas ele levou outra mulher e a filha dela. — A Bruna tem uma filha, não é fácil para ela. Seja compreensível. Ela não conhece o caminho e tem muita bagagem. Vou levá-las ao hotel primeiro. — Ele falou isso com a maior leveza, como se estivesse explicando algo trivial. Era justamente essa leveza que fazia até mesmo a minha raiva parecer exagerada. Ele colocou as duas no carro, colocou pessoalmente o cinto de segurança da criança e, sorrindo para mim, disse: — Eu já volto, não fica imaginando coisa. Fiquei parada à beira da estrada, vendo eles partirem como se fossem uma família de verdade. A noite caiu, e a brisa do mar estava gelada. Eu ainda estava esperando, até que um vídeo da Bruna apareceu na minha tela. Ele estava abraçando a filha dela, na praia, assistindo à queima de fogos. Aquela cena era a surpresa que eu mesma tinha preparado para o meu aniversário. Nos comentários, só tinha: [São perfeitos juntos, uma família tão feliz] Alguém perguntou por que ele não tinha ido me buscar. Ele sorriu e respondeu: [A Camila tem bom temperamento, ela não vai se irritar] Naquele instante, meu bolo virou uma poça de glacê derretido. No fundo, ele nunca foi verdadeiramente cruel, ele só me tinha por garantida, como se eu o fosse esperar para sempre. Mas ser ignorada com delicadeza por tanto tempo esfriou meu coração. As ondas quebravam na costa, uma após a outra, e com elas se quebravam também as minhas últimas ilusões. Desta vez, eu não vou mais esperar ele voltar.