Primal Frost Illusion

Detective Casie Blackwood thought she'd left her supernatural past behind when she joined the police force ten years ago, fleeing the shame of public mate rejection and family abandonment. Now, ritualistic murders are forcing her back into a world she desperately wanted to forget. Three human victims have been discovered with surgical precision wounds and ancient symbols carved into their palms—markings that point to forbidden blood magic from before the supernatural communities established peaceful coexistence. When Casie finds a note written in the old pack language reading "The Hunt Begins," she realizes someone is deliberately targeting humans to harvest their primal fear, threatening to expose the entire supernatural world. Partnered with Detective Rick O'Connor, who remains unaware of her true nature, Casie must navigate the investigation while concealing her enhanced senses and knowledge of the supernatural. The wounds aren't from blades—they're fang marks. The positioning isn't random—it's ritualistic. And the killer's scent carries a terror that suggests they're being hunted by something even more dangerous. Forced to break ten years of silence, Casie contacts her estranged brother Elias, learning the symbols are ancient binding marks used to channel supernatural energy across factional boundaries. The killer needs seven sacrifices total to complete a ritual that will shatter the barriers between the human and supernatural worlds. With three victims already claimed and only four days until the next lunar cycle, time is running out. As federal agents circle and media attention intensifies, Casie must choose between maintaining her carefully constructed human life and embracing the supernatural heritage she rejected. The investigation isn't just about stopping a killer—it's about preventing an all-out war that could destroy both worlds she's sworn to protect.

 “Take me, please?” I shuddered as sweet relief flooded through me and ached for more.  “If you want me, you can have me, all of me, but you might not like what I ask in return.” He gritted teeth as if he was tested by his own self-control.  I could feel his struggle, judging by the tightening of his hard muscles pressed against my back.  He was rough tonight, as if he was here to punish me for being a very naughty girl. *** Outcast and wolfless Amelia Hayes has been bullied her whole life. Before turning eighteen, she survives the fire, and her handsome alpha, Ryden Braxton rejects and banishes her. Two years later, she returns beautiful and strong, but she also brings threats to the pack. While Ryden wants to claim her, she’s also mystified by her constant sensual dreams of a stranger.  With werewolves dying in mysterious deaths, she has to entrust her secret with her mate— the power of fire within her that can cause more destruction than salvation. When her past which she has no memory of, pulls forward to her present, she becomes so drawn to a dangerous Alpha King Lucius with a primal instinct to claim her— the very same man in her dreams. After too many betrayals in his pack, Ryden has to work with his ruthless rival to protect his mate against their formidable foe.  Lucius has waited too long to reunite with Amelia but has to put his anger aside to get his revenge against the being who killed his wife and his entire pack twenty years ago. With Amelia still bound to her past and present, will she choose between the two alphas who equally love her, or choose the one that sacrifices a lot for her to live?

In the brutal world of professional hockey, where alphas dominate the ice and omegas are sidelined or hidden, enforcer Jax Harlan has always played as a beta tough, unyielding, invisible to scents. Until one brutal check during a heated rivalry game shatters everything. His body betrays him mid-shift: pheromones flood the rink, heat crashes in waves, and the league's suppressants fail spectacularly. Jax isn't a beta. He's a late-bloomer omega, and the revelation hits like a body slam identity crisis, shame, fear of losing his career in a sport that chews up "weak" secondaries. Enter Ronan Kane, captain of the rival team, the Ice Wolves. Cold, commanding, and haunted by his family's dark legacy his father was banned from the league after a scandal involving pheromone manipulation and fixed games that ruined their pack. Ronan swore off omegas to avoid the same downfall, burying his instincts under layers of control and victory. But Jax's sudden, intoxicating scent during that game? It awakens something primal Ronan can't ignore. Forced into proximity by a league investigation into "tampered suppressants" , the two enemies clash on the ice in brutal checks, off it in locked locker rooms and quarantined hotel suites during Jax's first uncontrollable heat. Jax fights his new biology, refusing to be claimed or pitied. Ronan battles his possessive urges, terrified bonding will expose his family's secrets and destroy them both. As playoffs loom and the truth unravels corrupt pack politics rigging trades, hidden mpreg risks for omegas in pro sports their rivalry ignites into something deeper: slow-burn trust, raw vulnerability, and a knot that could either save or ruin them. In a world that demands alphas conquer and omegas submit, can two broken players rewrite the rules... or will the ice crack under the weight of their claim?.

"Ames, darling, you worry me." Linc Tanner, my billionaire stepfather breathes into the phone, and heat rises to my face at that damn nickname. That nickname coming out from his forbidden lips, capable of making my toes curl, my knees bent before him, taking all of him deep into my throat. ♠︎ ♠︎ ♠︎ The first day she came in contact with her stepfather, Amelia felt something shift in the air. Linc exudes menace. There's something about him that overwhelmed her. As the years passed—she found this magnetism toward him. It drew her in so deeply that despite knowing how wrong it was to find her stepfather attractive and lust after him, she couldn’t talk herself out of it. It was every shade of wrong. She should’ve been disgusted. Her pussy still clenched every time she thought about him, the way he looks at her, those dark eyes filled with a ring of lust and primal hunger. It melted her, it soaked her. It drenched her. When Amelia received a call to intern in her billionaire stepfather's company throughout the summer break, Amelia is terrified of what awaits her back in his New York City mansion where just three years ago after her mother's death and till now, she had been fighting against her treacherous feelings for him. He's been the only object of her wildest fantasies. Oh, the things she had thought about him doing to her, they were illicit. Filthy. Completely taboo. But Amelia is determined not to let her secret attraction override her judgments. Only if Linc would share the same resolve. She got the shock of her life when he didn't, and that is where the lines get blurrier for them.

At twenty-eight, I held the dubious honor of being the last unmarried socialite on New York's Upper East Side. Everyone around me was growing increasingly anxious about my single status. In my previous life, my mother arranged a matchmaking cocktail party, where I was told to choose a husband from ten handpicked elite bachelors. I bribed the event planner to place Mark West's profile at the very top—and as I had hoped, I chose him. After we married, Mark treated me with what seemed like tender affection. He even bought me an oceanfront villa in the Hamptons, making me believe I had finally found true love. But that illusion shattered the day I was nine months pregnant, just hours away from giving birth. Mark drove a scalpel straight into my abdomen—then, right in front of me, hurled our newborn onto the floor. "If you hadn't forced me into this marriage with your family's power, Sofia wouldn't have been heartbroken enough to go drinking and get drugged and assaulted. This… this is what you owe her!" He tossed the scalpel aside, then calmly let his private doctor pin down my blood-soaked body. I fought through excruciating pain for six agonizing hours, until I finally bled to death. Afterward, Mark dumped my corpse into the Hudson River. But for Sofia, he hosted a grand funeral—funded with my money, under my name—and paraded himself to the world as a grieving, devoted widower. Given a second chance at life, I refused to step foot in that cursed matchmaking event. Instead, I went straight to my mother with a demand: marry me to Robert Black—the most ruthless, cold-blooded titan of Wall Street, whose scarred face was feared by all. In the end, stripped of my financial backing, Mark's hedge fund collapsed. He became a disgraced fraudster, spat on by everyone on Wall Street.

J'étais une gamine des bas-fonds quand je suis tombée amoureuse de Damon Vitale, le Parrain le plus redouté de Paris. Pendant cinq ans, j'ai été à lui. J'ai encaissé neuf balles pour lui. Il embrassait mes cicatrices pendant que je me vidais de mon sang pour lui. Il me serrait contre lui. Il passait le collier de la reine autour de mon cou. Puis, une fois remise, il me baisait jusqu'à me faire perdre toute notion de moi-même, avec une passion qui donnait l'illusion de l'éternité. Je croyais que nous passerions nos vies ensemble. Je pensais qu'il m'épouserait. Mais lors de notre neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième nuit ensemble, il m'a annoncé qu'il était fiancé. À Bianca, une princesse de la mafia issue d'une famille rivale. J'ai avalé mes larmes. Il s'est contenté de m'attraper par le menton, de souffler la fumée à mon visage et de rire. « Tu n'as quand même pas cru que tu pourrais m'épouser, n'est-ce pas, Nora ? Soyons clairs. On baise. C'est tout. Tu n'es pas une partenaire. Tu es une œuvre d'art que je collectionne. Une chatte qui m'appartient. » Une chatte. C'est tout ce qu'il a jamais voulu que je sois. Alors j'ai attrapé un téléphone jetable. « J'accepte ton offre. Trois jours. Sors-moi de Paris. »

After my brother, Don Matteo Sabella, finds out I have a crush on our family Consigliere, Lorenzo Gallo, for years, he spikes Lorenzo's wine and has him delivered to my bed. That night, he pushes deep into me, and we lose ourselves in each other. When the sky begins to lighten, Lorenzo stays, kisses my temple, and asks me to marry him. Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network. His Consigliere chuckles and asks, "Don, what do you think has changed the most since you took over the family?" Lorenzo answers in this offhand tone, "It's definitely the fact that I can finally give those I care about most a home. But it also means I'm even more worried that Eliana and Sofia will be targeted because of me…" My blood runs cold. Eliana Rossi is his adopted sister, and Sofia is her daughter. Turns out every business trip, every absence, every so-called emergency Lorenzo has is about them. He has another home out there. That night, with my hands shaking, I dial the encrypted line. "Matteo, we've found the traitor. Isn't it time you stopped pretending to be dead and came to take Luna and me away?"

Dans les profondeurs des terres oubliées du Sud, à l'insu des humains, Vladimir, le chef des vampires, vit reclus, emprisonné par son chagrin. Après la perte dévastatrice de sa bien-aimée, il se retire du monde, abandonnant son clan et se condamnant à une lente agonie. Sa souffrance, aussi ancienne que son immortalité, le pousse à ignorer les affaires du clan et sa propre faim, jusqu'à ce que les anciens, inquiets de son état, décident d'agir. Pour raviver l'obscurité de son appétit, ils lui apportent une princesse humaine dont la présence va bouleverser l'équilibre de l'existence monotone de Vladimir. Alors que Vladimir lutte contre son désir primal, des sentiments qu'il pensait enterrés à jamais ressurgissent mais pas que… Le destin joue des tours cruels. La réapparition de sa fiancée, qu'il croyait morte, fait ressurgir de douloureux souvenirs et des choix impossibles. Coincé entre son amour perdu et la promesse d'un amour naissant, Vladimir doit naviguer dans un monde où ses propres sentiments s'entrechoquent et s'opposent. Alors qu'il est contraint à affronter la réalité, des secrets enfouis et les blessures du passé refont surface, laissant Vladimir dans un dilemme terrible: Son passé ou son présent… Vladimir sera-t-il capable de choisir entre son passé tragique et un présent prometteur, ou sera-t-il condamné à errer éternellement entre deux mondes ?

Cancer took away her first love and Regina view on life changed. She wants to fulfil her dead boyfriend wishes as that was his last wish. On her flight to Greek, to attend the wedding of her cousin, she met Alex Pierce a billionaire who was named as a most promising young entrepreneur. In additional to that he was popular, having his article written on magazine with a printed photo of his. An fate decides, Regina met Alex Pierce through an unfortunate event that lead to hate relationship between them. Appointed as the bridesmaid and groom's best men, lead them to a different path. Where does this adventure to fulfil the dead boyfriend lead them? excerpt "How dare you," I raised my hand, but he got hold of it and shoved it down. Frustrated, I punch his chest as hard I can. After few punches, he grabbed both my hand and push me away. Thinking that finally he freed me, I turned my heel away from him. "I'm saying this again, you're delusional if you think you are living your live. It is not. You're living in his dream. His wishes," he seethed. "I love your free spirit, but you are so caught in your past that you don't see your future," he continued as his grip on my hand on body loosened. "I don't know how many wishes left, but I'm ready to fulfill it with you," he roared behind me as I walked away from him. Stunned, I stopped walking. Turning my head, I can see his shadow from the corner of my eyes, "Why? I'm delusional right then why are you joining this delusional woman?" I asked sarcastically. "Because, that's the only way to be with you and maybe I can break your illusion,"

Als ich versuchte, eine neue Gefährtenurkunde zu beantragen, teilte mir die Abteilung für Werwolfangelegenheiten mit: „Deine Gefährtenurkunde ist gefälscht. Bei uns gibt es keine Registrierung auf deinen Namen.“ Ungläubig fragte ich nach: „Sam und ich haben uns doch vor fünf Jahren registrieren lassen. Das kann doch nicht sein! Bitte überprüfen Sie das noch einmal…“ Der Sachbearbeiter durchforstete erneut unsere Daten. „Die Akte von Alpha Sam habe ich gefunden, aber als registrierte Partnerin ist nicht dein Name eingetragen.“ Mit zitternder Stimme fragte ich weiter: „Wen hat Sam denn offiziell als Gefährtin eingetragen?“ „Lily“, antwortete der Beamte ehrlich. Ich klammerte mich krampfhaft an der Stuhllehne fest, um nicht das Gleichgewicht zu verlieren. Bis zu dem Moment, in dem er Lilys Namen nannte, hatte ich noch gehofft, es handle sich um ein Missverständnis. Aber ausgerechnet sie—Sams Jugendfreundin! In dem Augenblick, in dem ich die Wahrheit erfuhr, ergab plötzlich alles einen Sinn. Fünf Jahre lang war ich Sams Gefährtin, doch er hatte mich nie markiert. Vor fünf Jahren hatten wir lediglich eine Paarungszeremonie abgehalten. Ich war voller Vorfreude gewesen, hatte mich auf ein gemeinsames Leben gefreut—und am Ende stellte sich heraus, dass die Gefährtenurkunde gefälscht war. Die Verbindung, für die ich einst alles aufgegeben hatte, die fünf Jahre des vermeintlichen Glücks—alles war nichts weiter als eine Illusion! Da all das nicht mir gehörte, blieb mir nichts anderes übrig, als zu gehen.