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When a Queen in an Ivory mask, with hidden secrets and a man of mystery met, an uncontrollable heat and passion overwhelmed them both. Queen Anastasia of the North Kingdom, is a woman with dark secrets, widely known as the most voluptuous yet sadist, Wolf Queen of the North, whose real face was hidden inside an ivory wolf’s mask. It became her marque. Her sexual desires and satisfaction are being ruled by a unique condition called voyeurism. No man could ever arouse her. From the South Kingdom, Rodwartem, a man of mystery too, who has been thrown into the sea during infancy and rose to fame as the deadly warrior of the South, heard about the Wolf Queen and his interest rose greatly. He vowed to meet her and expose her identity, so he volunteered as a decoy when the South‘s Lycan King planned to conquer the North. Would Rodwartem be able to fulfill his intention and the South Kingdom conquer the North through him, or he would fail just like the other men who tried to outwit the Wolf Queen in an ivory mask? In the end, would a story full of dark moments, lust, greed, pride, hatred, and evilness be ruled by love?

Emily Blackwood was born into a clandestine society of werewolves and found herself engaged to a mate she felt no affection for. Determined to break free from her pack's constraints, she made the bold decision to depart for a span of five years. Now, she has returned, resolute in her commitment to embrace her destined werewolf nature. However, destiny has its own agenda, intertwined with the ascent of a new pack leader, Orion Wolfhart. Possessing wealth, charm, and an unyielding demeanour, Orion demands unwavering obedience from the Trailblazers Pack. As his attention fixates on Emily, she finds herself thrust into a world of intricate politics, seduction, and violence, a realm she is ill-prepared to navigate alone. Emily's life hangs precariously in the balance, with adversaries emerging from every dark corner. Desperate for protection, she is compelled to rely on an enigmatic stranger who has seized control of her pack's throne. Yet, even in this perilous alliance, trust becomes a scarce commodity.

She waited patiently just as a predator would its prey … very carefully. For so long, it seemed the chance would never come. It seemed her almighty prey would never stumble into a carefully woven trap but soon he did. *** Aurelia Isolde Draxmere. The Alpha King of the West, Alaric Leontius Valerian III, returned from battle severally wounded, he needed a caregiver. And I, the veiled one, the wolfless slave as I was called, was chosen to tend to him. But what they don’t know is that I carry a secret which was a sinister plan and that was … His downfall. I was ready to serve out my bloody revenge plan, determined to ruin him… Until… The Moon Goddess played her cruel and homourless joke … He is my fated mate. Yet, Fated or not, THE ALPHA KING IS GOING DOWN. *** Alpha King Alaric Leontius Valerian III I have heard and seen the pull, the fire and the impossible bond of fated mates … deep down I long for it but such were never meant for me. The ways I knew were that of war and blood… good things, they say are never meant for the wicked… Until I opened my eyes and met a storm … Grey orbs, sharp and fierce yet impossibly soft, pierced through me and soothed me at at the same time. I don’t know what this thundering feeling inside my chest is, but I can’t stop staring into those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes even if it would wreck me, soul, spirit and body.

Christopher stared at Little Angel in disbelief and anger. "You're a fucking werewolf? You're an animal!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. Tears welled up in Little Angel's eyes as his words crashed upon her. She had hoped he would understand, that their love would conquer her true nature. But now, in her wolf form, she felt exposed and rejected. "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears choking her voice. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you, Christ, with all that I am." Christopher turned away without a word, his disappointment evident in his slumped shoulders. Their love seemed lost in that moment. Little Angel watched him leave, consumed by heartache. **** During the Shadowboom unveiling ceremony, Little Angel, an 18-year-old wolf, did not have a mate. The Goddess of the Moon only made one decree. Pleased with this, the alpha of her pack claimed her as his mate. Fleeing her fate, she stumbled upon the human world and met a boy Christopher Miller who was charming yet arrogant. As their love grew, her true nature remained hidden. How will Little-angel react when she discovers hat he is her destinated mate? And how will he react when he uncovers her werewolf nature?

I died... and then I died again. “Vale,” I moaned, my voice fractured. He met my gaze, his heart racing. “Yes, baby.” I whimpered softly, my breath hitching as his name escaped my lips once more. “V–Vale–!” “You want to make a mess in your pants again, don’t you?” He asked, locking his gaze with my watery eyes as he pulled my face down to meet his by my throat. “Such a naughty vampire, you were so messy and sticky all over your thighs just earlier, and now you want to do it again,” he murmured hoarsely, watching as I cried out in response. Where had all that macho boldness disappeared? He wondered. Just moments ago, I was ready to drive him insane with my teasing, and now I was a mess, a puddle melting away in his hands, completely at his mercy. The power dynamic shifted, and he reveled in my surrender, eager to push me further into this wild desire. **** Talon/Virgil faces an agonizing cycle of deaths. In his first life, his love was crushed, and he was murdered—only for fate to repeat its cruel game in his next existence. How many more deaths must he suffer before he can find the happiness he's been relentlessly pursuing? Just when Talon believes he’s finally found peace, fate spins him back into chaos, casting him into a void once again. This time, he awakens from a coma to discover he's inhabiting the body of a stepbrother he never knew existed until, of course, he awakened in his body—a married man with a family. As Talon grapples with his new reality, he must balance the façade of being a devoted stepbrother, husband, and father while yearning for the one true love that has haunted him through the ages.

Born into the ruthless Ironclaw Dominion, Eyrix was the only Omega in a dynasty of brutal Alpha heirs—beaten, humiliated, and branded defective. Eyrix fled the Ironclaw Dominion pack, never knowing his blood carried the power to make Alphas kneel. His escape leads him straight into the territory of the outlaw Blackfang Riders, where he is captured by their merciless Alpha leader, Ryder Blackfang, a wolf who despises Omegas. Ryder wants a pet. What he gets is a living weapon. When Ironclaw assassins invade Blackfang pack, Eyrix’s hidden Veilblood power awakens—an ancient Omega force that strips Alphas of their dominance and turns their wolves into trembling servants. His scent becomes addictive, his blood burns Alpha skin, and suddenly every pack wants him. Ryder’s desire twists into a dangerous obsession: Eyrix is no longer just his captive—he is his fate. But Ryder is not the only Alpha drawn to Eyrix. Lucien Silverhowl, the cold and calculating leader of the secretive Silverhowl Covenant, known for hunting and controlling the Veilblood Omegas. Lucien knows the truth of the Eyrix Veilblood line. Alpha Ryder wants to cage Eyrix for love. Alpha Lucien wants to use him to overthrow the Alpha order itself. Caught between two rival Alpha kings, Eyrix must decide who to trust—before his family returns to claim the Omega they bred to end them all. Hunted by his brutal family, torn between two deadly Alphas, and haunted by a bloodline meant to end Alpha rule forever, Eyrix must decide: will he be owned, will he be used… or will he rise and make every Alpha bow?

Evania, a driven editor, finds her world upended when a desperate lie by her formidable boss, Jonathan Walter, thrusts her into the glittering facade of a fake relationship. Their charade is a desperate gambit to thwart a strategic marriage between Jonathan and the powerful Yelena Starkov, daughter of a Russian oligarch, a union that promises to reshape their media empire. But as the lines between pretense and passion blur, a devastating betrayal leaves Evania with a secret that will forever bind her to Jonathan. Years later, a chance encounter reveals a truth that shatters Jonathan's carefully constructed world, forcing him to confront the consequences of his ambition. Can a love born of deception survive the venomous machinations of a scorned heiress and the ghosts of a broken past? Will Jonathan find redemption, and can Evania ever truly forgive the man who broke her heart, even as he fights for their future?

Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?

Angela Santos, an innocent but independent woman has been waiting for her childhood bestfriend and first love Carlo ever since he moved away to study abroad. Angela believes that someday, her first love will come back. Until Lucifer Moden came, the first love of her best friend. Being extremely arrogant and hurting the feelings of Angela's bestfriend, Lucifer received a powerful punch from Angela that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

I didn't buy her out of kindness. Sophia Reeves came with a price tag — her father's debt, cleared in full. She became my wife on paper, a calculated move in a game of power and business. Nothing more. I built my empire by keeping emotions out of every equation. I never lose control. I never let anyone close enough to matter. But Sophia refused to follow my rules. She didn't bow to my money. She didn't flinch at my coldness. Every wall I built, she saw straight through — not because she was trying to break me, but because she was simply everything I never knew I was missing. I thought owning her legally meant I had the upper hand. I was wrong. The night she walked out with her head held high and nothing but the clothes on her back, I realized the truth I'd spent months denying: Somewhere between the contracts and the cold silences — she hadn't just taken pieces of my carefully guarded heart. She had taken all of it. And I would burn everything I built to get her back.