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“I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but I am married—" "To an asshole," Thomas interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. My eyes flashed with anger. "To my husband," I corrected. Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Your husband doesn't know or care that you're crying because he's in there flirting with another woman." My face burned with shame. "He's just socializing," I defended, frustration betraying my words Thomas snorted. "By trying to get into her pants." He smirked, moving closer while I retreated, the space between us shrinking with every step. "I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but my marital life is none of your business." "Only I can decide that." He said, his smirk twisting into a snarl I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “Say one more word and I'll have you right here and now" he said, his voice a low, husky growl. His finger traced the curve of my face, my heart racing and I felt my defenses crumbling. In a lightning-fast move, his lips slammed into mine, crushing me with a kiss that was both savage and intoxicating. ****** Two people, different worlds, with just one thing in common - Secrets. What happens when formidable sparks begin to brew and secrets threatens to unravel?

“I desire you in the most maddening way,” Kael growled, his lips just a breath from mine. “Then show me,” I whispered, heart racing, already undone. *** In a world ruled by instincts, some bonds go deeper than blood. Eira Vale is a quiet healer with secrets buried deeper than the forest she’s summoned to. When duty forces her into the territory of the Blackridge Pack, she doesn’t expect to survive long—especially not under the cold, watchful gaze of Alpha Kael Thorne. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. Kael is everything Eira was taught to avoid—dominant, dangerous, and far too tempting. But something ancient stirs between them, something primal neither of them understands… or dares to name. As the wild begins to close in, Eira must decide what’s more terrifying: the bond tying her to a man with the power to break her—or the truth that’s been hunting her all along. Dark, seductive, and emotionally charged, "Beneath the Howl" is a slow-burn romance where fate is a curse, desire is dangerous, and nothing is as it seems. ***

Amara Georgia Musk, the 20-year-old granddaughter of the powerful tycoon Elton Musk, has returned to T City after years of being hidden away overseas. Labeled as "the retard" by her own family and sent away to protect the Musk legacy, no one expected her return much less her claim to the empire her late parents left behind. Amara, the daughter of a renowned traditional doctor and a wealthy businessman, carries a secret strength beneath her quiet and misunderstood exterior. But not everyone is pleased with her return. Her cunning adopted uncle, and his ambitious family will do anything to stop her from taking back her rightful place even if it means ending her life. To them, Amara is nothing more than a brainless obstacle standing in the way of power and wealth. Across the city, Zogo Walton, the ruthless 30-year-old CEO and infamous underworld mafia boss, is racing against time. His beloved mother is slowly dying from a rare, mysterious poison, and not even the best doctors can help her. Known for being cold, enigmatic, and allergic to female attention he once punched a woman for trying to cling to him......Zogo makes a desperate public plea. "Whoever can save his mother will be rewarded with unimaginable wealth." When fate throws Amara and Zogo into each other's world, secrets begin to unravel. For Amara it is not who the world thinks she is. Behind her soft gaze and clumsy steps lies a hidden identity......one that may be the key to saving Zogo's mother... and changing the destiny of the Musk family forever. But in a world ruled by greed, betrayal, and power... can a misunderstood girl and a heartless mafia boss survive each other?

“It’s fine,” he said. “You can go home and cry over your ex, or you can come with me.” Anna swallowed. Her heart thudded hard in her chest. “I’m not asking for anything you don’t want,” he added. “But if you want to stop thinking about him, I’ll help you do that.” “Okay,” she replied. He moved closer to Anna, slow but sure, closing the space between them. His hand came up, firm and unhurried, gripping her jaw. His fingers were warm, slightly calloused. He tilted her face up, making her look at him. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice low and commanding. Anna swallowed, her pulse racing as she replied. “Yes. I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget about him.” *************************************** Anna Hawkins was never meant to fall into the arms of a stranger. But after walking in on her fiancé having sex with her best friend, pain dragged her into the shadows of a nightclub and into the arms of a man with cold eyes, inked skin, and a body that ruined her. Their night was supposed to mean nothing. But unforeseen circumstances throw Anna into a brutal world of power, crime, and possession. She’s no longer just heartbroken. She’s owned. And the most dangerous part? She doesn’t know how to escape.

She heard the door creak open, and her breath caught in her throat. The bed shifted behind her as he lay down, his arm wrapping around her waist. His face buried in her hair, his lips softly exploring her neck. "What—what are you doing?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind racing with the sudden intimacy. "Hugging my wife," he murmured against her cheek. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. "This—wasn't part of the deal," she protested weakly, his cologne intoxicating her senses. "Rules are meant to be broken," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Now, face me, wifey. Let me feel your arms around me!" ----------- Powerful, successful and in control. Nothing is out of Viktor Alessandro Rossi's reach. With a Gulfstream jet on standby, and a company that rule the whole city, the world is his oyster. But he's missing just one thing — a wife. According to his late grandfather's will, he must marry at the age of 30 to inherit controlling shares of Rossi industries. Katarina Reed knew she only had herself to blame. She shouldn't have asked for his help. Of course if she'd known he'd request that she be his wife for two years, she'd have hesitated in accepting his help. Because what she had learned from Viktor was that the devil wasn't ugly and terrorizing. He was seductive and captivating. Would she escape the devil's grasp, or forever be bound to him?