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A Werewolf who wasn't given a name was abused by the ones she thought as her family. Before she turned 18, she was sold to traders who then placed her in an auction like a caged bird. For 3 years no one bought her, and as per rule of the traders, if a product is not saleable for 3-4 years, it will be discarded and make money of the body parts instead. Thus, it was her last chance. And before she was butchered and be skinned to sell her fur, Alpha Raven of Kingston Pack who was present at the auction of her last year, bought her. When he learned that she has no name, he named her Antheia, and treated her like his most precious possession. Everything was going well not until Antheia was found by the Royal family. Turning out that she was the missing Princess and next to the throne, but, it was said that since she was born, she was already betrothed to an Alpha Prince of another region. They took her and separated her from Alpha Raven who was her mate, saying that mate bonds are not a thing for Royal bloods, and they must fulfill the pact they made with the Alpha Prince, threatening her that they would eliminate Alpha Raven and his pack if she won't bend to her family's wishes. What would she do to save her beloved mate? Will it be on her power to cause the War of the Werewolf Royals?

To hide the secret of her bloodline, Hazel White endured the rejection of her fated mate, but fate made her marry her friend out of desperation to save her adoptive mother. She left her first mate's pack after being humiliated by the present Luna and went to her now husband's pack, where her mother got the necessary medical aid and Hazel got a home. What she didn't know was that fate still had something twisted in its basket for her. Her world turned upside down when she met her husband's elder brother, and the alpha of that pack, Alexander Nickelson. Her wolf screamed "Mate" inside her, making her feel dizzy because her second chance mate was her brother-in-law too. What she would do? Would she give in to the mate bond and divorce her husband, who had always been with her when she needed a shoulder to rely on? Would she reject him too because he was also an alpha, and she didn't want to be a puppet in the hands of an alpha because of the secret of her bloodline? Would Alexander be able to seduce his stubborn mate or would he accept her rejection just because she is wolf-less omega to everyone?

Kyra Walter, the Luna of the Silvershade pack is a wolfless omega. She devoted three years of her life to her choosen mate Dane Walter. But one night changed everything for her. On the night of her 21st birthday, her first heat hit her. She ended up in the bed of Dane's adopted father, the Alpha king and her husband was busy cheating with his Beta, and her best friend. ..... 'King Alpha, i ..I am Dane's mate' she whispered. Her breath a shaky whisper. His scent, clouded her judgment, and she found herself leaning closer to him. This would end up in the biggest scandal if this gets out. But he has other ideas. 'But still you gave your virginity to me' he smirked. ..... As Kyra's forbidden relationship with her ex's father started to become intense, secrets from her past and present threatened to break them apart. Will Kaiser accept the enemy? Or will she be castrated like the others? What will happen when their relationship is exposed infront of the people she cares about? Will she lose everything she holds dear? Or will she leave him? What will happen when she realized who she really is? Will it change their fate? Will this forbidden relationship end when they realize that they are each other's enemies?

My name is Drexton Blackthorn. This is my story. Twenty-one years ago, I witnessed the birth of a girl, born not in innocence but to fulfil my deadly quest. Her cries were a testament to the hate and fire burning inside me, a reminder of blood spilled... and blood owed. Her body was smeared with the sinful blood of her mother. She was born into the same family that annihilated mine. Ixora Castellan. Two years ago, she walked into the trap I spent decades designing. Then my game of torment began. It was supposed to be a simple game of hunt, predator and prey. I ruined her physically, twisted her mentally, but I failed to shatter her heart, and that failure ruined me. I fell for the woman who was born for my destruction. The truth was supposed to stay hidden forever, but someone else had to interfere. Secrets spilled. Blood followed, and I lost my Ixora. Eighteen months later, she returns, but I know she's not Ixora, my firefly. She is a shadow, wearing her face, body and identity. I don't know where my obsession is, dead or alive? For the first time, I am weak and powerless. I want her back. As long as she is alive, I will burn the world to find her. She is not just a part of my past; she is my present, and I will make her my future. She is a sin that I want. My Nemesis.

Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"

I buried him myself. I stood at his grave with dirt on my hands and grief in my throat as I said goodbye to the only man I ever thought I would love. Kael was my betrothed, my mate, the boy who grew up beside me and became the person I built every future around. When the war took him it did not just take him — it took every version of myself that existed because of him. Years passed. The moon goddess, in her mercy, gave me something I never asked for — a second chance. Rowan was not supposed to happen. He was patient where I was resistant, steady where I was broken, and present in every way I had convinced myself no one would ever be again. I did not want to love him. And then I did not know how to stop. I was finally learning what it meant to choose life again. When Kael walked back through my door. Alive. Unchanged. And completely unable to explain where he had been. Now I am torn between a love that was written into my soul before I was old enough to understand what souls were, and a man who chose me quietly and completely when I had nothing left to offer. The elders say this is not a reverse harem blessing. There is no keeping both. I have to choose. But how do you bury someone you love twice?

"You are trembling right in front of us, Beau, so you need to tell us exactly what you want," Dean whispered while adjusting my collar. "I need you to step back before I kill all three of you," I warned him while trying to ignore the heavy ache in my body. "You are producing slick right through your trousers, so I highly doubt you actually want us to leave," Seth murmured. "Get on your knees and let us take care of this heat," Rhett commanded. ~~~ I am the boss of the Southside Syndicate, and I have spent my life hiding a biological condition that would ruin me. I present as a dominant Alpha to the criminal underworld, but my body violently forces me into submissive heats. I survive by taking dangerous suppressants to hide my physical cravings from the men who would overthrow me. However, a violent territory dispute forces me to negotiate a merger with the Northside Triad, requiring me to live inside their secured estate. Rhett, Seth, and Dean are the most lethal Alphas in the city, and they immediately notice my medication failing. When my suppressants completely stop working during an attack, my greatest fear is realized. I expect them to destroy me when they find me begging for release. Instead, the three men decide to claim me, forcing me to balance my public role as a ruthless boss with my private reality as their submissive partner.

“S..top! I don’t want anything to do with you.” She stuttered out in a fluster once he backed her into the wall. “Oh! Is that so, little Nymph!” The nickname sent shivers down her spine as it brought back emotions she so desperately wanted to forget. She bit her lips to regain her clarity and then sent a kick towards his crotch. He had expected it though so he caught her leg with a smirk and then his hand began to climb up her thighs. She gasped clearly not expecting that. “ You might not want anything to do with me but your body does. And it is so truthful in showing it.” He sniffed at the air “ I can smell how wet you are for me.” Almyra found herself married to Xavier after a one night stand gone wrong. She decided to give her all into the marriage as she grew to love him but it clearly wasn’t enough as he was never present physically nor emotionally. She finally got fed up so she gave him what she thought he wanted. Divorce papers. So, can someone explain to her why her supposed to be emotionally detached husband is suddenly clinging onto her and not letting go. He is suddenly a romantic and a tease that makes her heart beat erratically. Mr Farrell, please stop! We are divorced.

"A stubborn young woman never imagined she would end up married to a mafia boss." Amaya lives with the constant suspicion that the bubble of her reality will burst. Being the illegitimate daughter of an oyabun, the leader of one of the Yakuza clans, her life was a path to anonymity. Raised outside of mafia traditions by her American mother, who was a beautiful woman, she was not welcomed within the mafia's ranks. However, she was always warned that when her father needed her, she must present herself. Her life takes a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn when she's kidnapped from university and brought before her family. At a dinner where she is not only exposed to the top echelons of the clan but also showcased in front of other mafiosos, she captures the attention of one of them, someone who steals the future she had envisioned for herself. Alessio is the capo of the Camorra and a beast in his own right, making his word law. After his parents' murder and the fire that scarred part of his face, he needs to form the right alliances to strengthen himself with everything necessary to go to war against the Russians who seek to seize his territory. In pursuit of this, he strikes a deal with the Yakuza, one that results in him being married to one of the oyabun's daughters—a man who aims to deceive him. After extracting what he needs from Alessio, the oyabun plans to teach him a lesson by using his own daughter. Neither of them was prepared for what lay ahead.

After an accident, Averie's life changes drastically. She is hunted by two groups of werewolves that she never thought existed alongside humans. The werewolves from the demon pack want to get something from her, while the werewolves from the righteous pack just want to protect humanity and avoid the world plunging into chaos because of her. However, one person steps out and protects her at all times: Lance. He claims to be her protector, unaware of his hidden agenda in approaching her. While protecting her from danger, the two of them fall in love and vow to only love each other until their next life. But fate loves to play jokes on Averie's life. She discovers that she was the reincarnation of Avaria, a wicked and powerful black fairy in her past life, destined to bring disaster to humanity. The soul of Avaria has been dormant inside her body, waiting to awaken at the right time. But the cruelest twist of fate is that the person she loves and trusts the most is a werewolf protector from the righteous pack, who harbors the strongest desire to kill her. Lance is the very person who had taken the life of Avaria in her past life and is destined to do so once again in her present life. Will they defy their ill-fated destiny to attain the happiness they yearn for, or will they ultimately destroy each other, fulfilling Avaria's thirst for revenge? Can Averie succeed in proving that she is the true owner of her body, not by any woman from her past?