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Eleanor, the fierce Lycan Princess of Genovia, was born to rule and her freedom is a distant dream, shackled by royal duty. Promised to the ruthless Alpha Alexandro, the deadly Lycan King of Leens, Eleanor escapes for one night of rebellion in Greece. There, she loses herself to four hot, charming Lycan princes of an enemy country, Alessio, Enzo, Luca and Marco—an act of defiance that leaves her with a secret child and her role as the prospective Lycan King at stake. Now, three years later, Eleanor must assemble a harem of powerful mates to secure her position as king from her foster brother who wants to take this position by all means. The king gives her three months only to find a mate a

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago

Josephine Carter is drowning. Her mother’s medical bills are piling up, her bank account is a disaster, and the only professional outfit she owns is her mother’s ancient pantsuit. Becoming a surrogate is her last chance to save the one person she loves most. But on the morning of her evaluation, Jo crashes her tank‑of‑a‑sedan into a shiny red sports car owned by the rudest, most arrogant, most unfairly handsome man she’s ever met. She yells at him. He yells back. She runs away.Then she finds out she’s going to carry his child. Derek Blackwell—Alpha of the Blackwell Pack, billionaire, and the agency’s most sought‑after client—is looking for a surrogate. Not for just any child. For the chil

"Look your too weak I can't accept you as a mate you'll only shame yourself and this pack " my own mate said to me . . . . My mate rejected me on my eighteen birthday and the day after my own parents was backing him, so to telI you the truth I couldn't handle that but as much as I cried over it I knew the reason he did it tho, every pack has a trial or test that the alpha's mates has to take in order to become the Luna of the pack I know it sounds stupid but that's the law that the alpha king declared after the war that took place, most alpha lost there mate because they weren't able to defend them self or the pack so to put it simple if I don't have strength and knowledge

My name is Cassie Aster. I was born Cassandra Burton. I wasn’t born rich, or with a powerful name. But I was born smart—some would say lucky. At fifteen, I entered a contest for a scholarship to the most prestigious school in the country: Aster Academy of Excellence. Out of more than four hundred applicants, only five were chosen. By sixteen, I was walking through its gates. That’s where I met him—Jacob Aster. The son of the school’s owners. The heir to one of the wealthiest families on Earth. I fell for him immediately, but I rejected him—over a hundred times. My studies, my scholarship, my future came first. To him, that meant only one thing: he had to buy my love. Over a deca

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Long before the heavens were divided by war, the gods ruled openly, and every ten thousand years they fought in the Ranking of the Gods—a divine contest where victors gained territories, worshippers, and unimaginable power, while the defeated lost everything... even their names. Born from a forbidden affair between the ambitious High Goddess of Radiance and a fallen, rankless god, Nysera should never have existed. Abandoned at birth. Sold for sacrifice by her own father. Raised in the temple of Malzareth, the High God of Corruption, she spends seven thousand years as nothing more than a nameless servant, enduring cruel experiments, torture, and h

Even though I knew cows were sacred to the Indorians, I still supported their biological daughter in her plan to serve beef at the dinner table of Indoria's wealthiest man. In my previous life, the wealthiest man in Indoria had held a nationwide contest to choose a wife. My sister had fought her way to the final round and planned to make a beef and veggie stew for the ultimate cooking challenge. I rushed to stop her, warning that in Indoria's religion, cows were considered holy, and eating beef could have serious legal consequences. However, my sister thought I was deliberately humiliating her for being "uncultured." In a fit of anger, she ran out, only to be struck and killed by a car.

Ayla Bailore has never had it easy in her life. From being orphaned at a young age to being mistreated as the wolfless runt of her pack. Her only resolve is the hope of finding her mate. The man destined by the goddess to love and protect her. Ayla's last hope is shattered when she discovers her mate is no other than Alpha Garrick of the Red River Pack. And he is the opposite of the mate she envisioned. He derives pleasure in causing her pain. He hates her but still wouldn't reject her. Faced with a dreadful situation, Ayla has no other choice but to escape the Red River Pack with her sister, to save their lives. Unfortunately that one bold decision started to seem like a mistake when the

I train so hard that even in my sleep, I recite medical formulas. At long last, victory is mine! I am the champion of the Healers' Competition. But just as they place the trophy in my hands, my twin sister, Sasha Flanders, strides onto the stage and snatches it away. With brazen conviction, she declares, "I'm the true champion! My sister swapped the competitor's information to steal this honor from me!" The audience gasps in an uproar. Before my stunned eyes, the judges revoke my title on the spot. I don't yet realize that this competition is no ordinary contest—it is the Alpha King Leonard Muller's secret trial, one that is meant to select his future Luna Queen. Rumor paints him as mon

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn would bring home a new human girl from the outside—always under the lovely pretense of letting me mentor her on how to serve an Alpha. On our seventh anniversary, he brought back a nightclub girl dressed in a Princess Snow White outfit—cheap satin trembling under the chandelier's light. “She doesn’t have anything appropriate for an occasion like this,” he said casually. “Let her borrow your bonding dress. And the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes—what you're wearing now will do.” Then he added, with a trace of irony, “She’s just a young human girl, clueless. Teach her a few things about our world, will you? Especially the part about the bed.” Eve