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This is not your typical rejection story. Seleste is not a weak female. She does not run away when her alpha mate rejects her. Seleste continues to serve her pack. She is not broken by being rejected. She stands strong, wins a war, and finds her second chance for love; Or did she?

I was always the outcast—taunted and bullied for my half human blood. After being sent to live with my grandparents in the human world, I grew to resent my parents and my shifter heritage. But when my mother died, I returned to Bridgewater under the guise I could continue my studies at Haronia University while helping my father until he found a new Luna. I expected drama in Bridgewater. What I didn’t expect was falling for my professor. —- “You’re so frustrating,” he said in a low, rough voice. I sat on the edge of his desk and looked up at him. “Are you complaining?” I asked. He stepped forward and pushed his knee between my legs. “Do I look like I’m complaining?” “No,” I answered softly. “You look like you’ve been waiting for this. Do you normally wait for the woman to make the first move?” “I don’t wait for anything,” he said. “I take what I want.” He tightened his grip on my hair until I moaned at the pull. “You’re different.” Fated to My Professor is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My fiancé's older brother was into girls with tiny waists. He wanted to marry my foster sister—the one with the twenty-one-inch waist. Their wedding? Same day Eric and I were supposed to get hitched. When he found out, Eric begged me to swap with Briana. "Lena, it's always been Briana. If your family hadn't found you, she wouldn't have had to play fake heiress, and I wouldn't be stuck with you." I stayed quiet. He kept digging. "Chill. My brother won't even touch you. Once the dust settles, I'll bring you back—as my side piece." Staring at that fake, slimy smile, I felt a little out of it. Last time, I told him no—and still ended up married to him, beaten until I died. Then I woke up. Same day. Same plea from Eric. This time, I handed them exactly what they wanted. "Fine. I'll marry him." Eric lit up like he'd won. Didn't last long. Next thing I knew, he was out in the rain, on his knees, clutching his head, sobbing, begging me to leave his brother and come back.

Louisa Forge didn’t choose this. She was handed over like a bargaining chip — marked by an Alpha she despises, installed in a pack house that doesn’t want her, bound to a man who locks her in her room and calls it mercy. Kaelen is everything a wolf shouldn’t be: cruel, reckless, and hungry for a power he hasn’t earned. But the pack house has another occupant. Julian — former Alpha, widower, a man who has been quietly starving himself to death since the loss of his mate — is supposed to be irrelevant. A ghost in the east wing. Instead he’s the one who checks on her in the night, who brings her sedatives for the pain, who laughs with her over terrible soup until the whole dining room forgets to be miserable. He’s also the one who tells her, very clearly, that what happened between them during her heat meant nothing. He’s lying. They both know it. Caught between a mate bond she never consented to and a connection she can’t name, Louisa is doing what she does best — surviving. She’s building alliances in quiet corners, winning loyalty one small kindness at a time, and carrying a secret that could burn everything to the ground. Because the heir Kaelen is so desperate to claim? It isn’t his.

Zara has always been afraid of living. Her father had abused her in ways that left her broken. She feared that once she experience true happiness her father would destroy it. He had taken everything from her even her innocence. Until everything changed. She blossomed under the care of Mr. Red . An Italian billionaire mafia boss/tech genius. He claimed her but to what extent? What will Mr. Red do when the woman who was meant to be his queen is the daughter of a man who killed his father?

She was born a wolf but suddenly became wolfless. Powerless. Labelled an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful - an Alpha dominating not just the world of wolves but the blood soaked underworld. When Selene discovers her fated mates is responsible for the destruction of her pack, her world crumbles again. He should be her strength... But to him, she is nothing but a liability. A weakness... he immediately rejects. But fate is ruthless. Their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. A bond meant to rewrite the destiny of fated mates. Will Selene risk her peace and safety for the mate bond or fight to reclaim her life before his darkness consumes her?

“Get the fuck away from her!” Owen shouted his voice heavy with desperation. “She is my Luna.” “No, Alpha.” Damon replied. “She’s mine.” *** Omega Callie always lived a quiet and humble life, with her fantasies of finding a mate one day. When the day finally came, her mate turned out to be none other than the Alpha of her park. Sadly, she was rejected and hurt. Her fate was sealed until Lycan Damon had a reason to visit her park. But with every blessing, comes a curse. Will Callie accept her new life regardless of the circumstances? Would she finally get her revenge? Explore a tale of romance, suspense, treachery, and love. The fascinating novel ‘Prophecy of the Lycan Queen will have you reading until the very last page.

Because her precious Jeremy needed a lab rat, Harper shipped me off to Bendora Mental Health Institute after my surgery. I got electroshocked until I was drooling and twitching, and she? She just slapped her hand over Jeremy's eyes like, "Ew, babe, don't look." Jeremy scored a Research Award nomination off that mess. Harper celebrated with fireworks so loud they could've woken the dead. Meanwhile, I was lying there in the dark, staring up at the sky while they took my leg. To keep it quiet, Jeremy slapped on a prosthetic and threatened me if I ever opened my mouth. He told Harper I just got "a little banged up" in the trial. Numb, I boxed up my leg in a freezer box. Seven days later, at Jeremy's big gala night, guess who would unwrap it like a party favor? Yeah. Harper.

Camille Crowe is used to being desired, admired, and obeyed. But the one man who should satisfy her leaves her empty, and when his betrayal comes to light, Camille is done pretending. She wants honesty. She wants control. Most of all, she wants to feel something again. Mr. Ashford is not impressed by her beauty, her status, or her confidence. He is cold, dominant, and completely uninterested in pleasing anyone. From the moment they met, he shuts her down…and in doing so, awakens a hunger Camille didn’t know existed. The fact that he refuses to want her makes her want him more. Their attraction is sharp, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. Every encounter is filled with restraint stretched thin, with looks that linger too long and words that cut deeper than touch. Camille tells herself she is in control, but Mr. Ashford has a way of stripping that illusion away without ever laying a hand on her. When circumstances force them into close proximity, desire turns reckless. One moment of weakness becomes a night neither of them can take back. Lines blur. And what should never happen begins to feel inevitable.

I thought he was my savior. I didn't know he was the heir to a blood empire that had been stalking me for months. The life of Ruby Lane, a reserved art restorer, is shattered the night she witnesses a mafia execution in the shadows of a prestigious gallery. But the man who "rescues" her is no fairy-tale hero. He is Nevan, a lethal mercenary with ice-blue eyes and a dark, dangerous fixation. After being kidnapped and locked away in an isolated cabin, Ruby discovers a terrifying truth: Nevan is no stranger. He has been her shadow long before that night, watching her every move, knowing her secrets and the dangerous legacy her father left behind. As an army of assassins closes in, Ruby is caught between a killer who wants her dead and a man who is not only her protector, but also the future head of a criminal syndicate that claims ownership over her. In this game of survival, the line between protection and possession is blurred, and the forbidden heat of Nevan's touch becomes more dangerous than any bullet. He was hired to protect her. He decided she belongs to him.