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"Bella? You mean that wolfless piece of shit? I'm just fooling around with her. I don't need her. She's useless. She's poor. She feeds on me more than I ever feed on her and worst of it, she won't even spread her legs. What the fuck do I need from a trashy woman like her?" *********** Bella Montagu, adoptive daughter of Luna Cora and Alpha Grey has her heart shattered by her five years boyfriend on the day of graduation. Out of anger, she rejects him, together with her wolf and returns to the pack only for her father, Alpha Grey to cast her out and imprison her, saying he never liked her and she was of no use to him from the start. With the help of Luna Cora, the only woman who has ever loved her, she escapes only for fate to play a cruel thing in her face, in the name of Kai Marlakey, the alpha of the Ashwood pack. With a broken heart and a man mourning the loss of his poor mate, would things ever work out between them? Would Bella be able to find her real identity? And what if she's not as cursed as she has always believed? What exactly does fate have in store for Bella and why does it keep tampering with her? Find out in this sweet romance.

I want to lick every inch of his skin, from head to toe, and that round ass, holy cheese—I could serve an entire family dinner on that peach. Hayden Archer. My older CEO mate, and my new boss. Sexy and charismatic. But entirely off-limits. The man is married, he is a monster, a merman, and I should focus on my mission—earn enough money to buy a crew tough enough to kill the mermaid who murdered my entire family. I hate monsters, fear them more than anything, yet I can't stop thinking about Hayden the merman. I should stay away from him. But what if he kisses me first?

Cora Snow has always been the outcast of the Lincoln Pack. At twenty, her wolf remains dormant, leaving her weak, overlooked, and an easy target for ridicule. She’s invisible, until the night her wolf finally awakens. That same night, Cain, the Alpha’s enigmatic son, returns to the pack, accompanied by Cora’s sister, the golden image of everything Cora is not. Fate strikes cruelly: Cain, her destined mate, rejects her before she can even speak. Humiliated and broken, Cora flees, disappearing into the shadows of the wilderness. And no one, neither her pack nor her own family bats an eye. To them, she has always been nothing. But Cora is far from nothing. What begins as a quiet spark of survival quickly ignites into a force no one could anticipate. The weak wolf they scorned is about to become the most powerful, feared, and untouchable creature the pack has ever known. And when destiny calls, the girl they laughed at will have the power to rewrite everything.....including Cain’s heart.

"You're not fit to be my Luna." That's what my mate said before he rejected me for my own best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I was sold off as a bride to the most ruthless Alpha alive. Asher hates weakness and I'm wolfless, the weakest omega he's ever seen. He should have sent me away. Instead, he trains me, fights for me, and claims me as his own. But the closer I get to him, the more my past comes back to haunt me; dreams of a palace I've never seen, a mother I never knew, a power I can't explain. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. And the truth about who I really am might just end the world and put the man I love in danger.

When her kingdom is suddenly taken over by a ruthless and vengeful witch, Princess Elaine is faced with no other option but to seek the aid of the unlikely god known as King of the Underworld, Aidoneus.

Amelia Thorne thought she'd missed her chance at finding a mate. Now 20 was 2 years over the usual mating time. She'd resigned herself to finding someone nice to marry... or living the life of a spinster. But when the Kings sons are all looking for a bride a contest is created... 50 girls from all over the country aged between 20 and 30 would be called to the castle and made to compete for one of the prince's. Desperate not to live the life of a princess, Amelia doesn't apply, but her family had other ideas. Part of the contest, Amelia instantly caught the eyes of all 3 prince's... but who will she choose? if any of them?

They called me an orphaned omega, a wolfless nobody scrubbing floors in the pack that despised me. On my eighteenth birthday, my childhood friend, the Alpha's son, announced I was his fated mate. Then he rejected me in front of everyone, calling me unworthy and banishing me to the borderlands. But the moment I crossed the boundary, my wolf awakened and a silver mark blazed on my wrist. A scarred warrior emerged from the shadows and knelt. "I've been looking for you, princess. The real Alpha King awaits his mate." I am not an omega. I am the last heir of the Silvermoon line, the original royal bloodline thought extinct for twenty years. My birth pack was slaughtered by a conspiracy that includes the very Alpha who rejected me. Now I must return to a hidden kingdom, survive the Rite of the Lost Queen, and claim a throne that belongs to me by blood. But the rite demands I fight the one man I am fated to love, the scarred Alpha who found me, bound by a usurper's magic to be my enemy. Relationships & Dynamics Seraphina rises from broken omega to hidden queen, reclaiming a birthright stolen from her. Kael, the scarred Alpha King, is her fated mate, yet he is magically bound to oppose her in the rite, forging a forbidden and explosive bond. Darian, the Alpha who rejected her, embodies the arrogance of the pack that tried to bury her. As Seraphina's power awakens, his cruelty turns to desperate jealousy. With pack politics, ancient magic, and a slow-burn romance laced with vengeance, she must decide who to destroy first. The wolf they cast out will return as their queen. And queens do not forgive.

lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd like to forget to get a book out of my locker, so I went to go quickly and went to get it. I was leaning against the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door. When warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move" being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hands backward. I hear a grunt and turn to find the person hunched over as they hold part of their face "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. and then he looked up. the first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. it looked so smooth, and 1 almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering It was him. Six. He is the most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook.

She was said to be the treasure in their kingdom, the white wolf pack. She was the queen's newly born princess. Born to save their world, she was forced to leave the extramundane life she would have when the clan of bloodsucking vamps attacked their peaceful kingdom in the middle of the night under the sight of the goddess of the wolf moon, Diana. Her protector, an ever witty brilliant half-wolf half-vampire sent her to the ordinary world. "She is the treasure. She must be protected!" However, covered with shining gold cloth, she was left alone in front of a wide huge iron gate of a blue blood family. "Something's sparkling in front of the gate, Jon!" Halley woke her husband up in the middle of the night. "Wait! Let me check!" the still drowsy man got up wobbling as he went outside and glanced at the snow-white skin baby with long candy corn hair and bluish-purple eyes. . "Whose the ugly baby?" rubbing his still sleepy eyelids, the sixth-year-old Vince asked his parents. "Don't you call her ugly? From now on she is going to be your baby sister. Her name is Arianna!" his mother gently answered as she stroked his head.

I’m the princess of the Moretti family, the Chicago Outfit. But all I ever cared about was sculpting. The day before Thanksgiving, my car died on me. I had to drive home in some beat-up, mud-caked Jeep. The second I walked into the penthouse, some strange woman shoved a pile of silver polish into my arms. She jutted her chin at me. “Get these polished before the dinner party,” she sneered. I looked at her. She was wearing my late mother’s favorite silk robe. This is my house. Who the hell was this woman? And who was supposed to polish this junk? Me? The only princess of the Moretti family? I pulled out my phone. Opened the family's encrypted app. I sent a message to my father, Vincenzo. “Your new pet wants me to polish the silver.”