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BLURB "Beg for it, Bella," his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs. "I want you to f**k me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me. - The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks. He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive. Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned. Alexander Moreau doesn't touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn't want him. I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again. But houses made of glass don't protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger. His ex-wife was.

He was never supposed to matter. Jace Ryder was a risk—reckless, ruined, and one mistake away from disappearing for good. Hockey was his only future… until the accident took it from him, leaving behind nothing but rumors and a reputation already falling apart. Nyra Hale doesn’t believe in accidents. She believes in strategy. With two months left before she’s forced into a life she didn’t choose, Nyra needs chaos—something powerful enough to fracture the perfect image her father built. And Jace? He’s exactly the kind of damage she can control. Her offer is simple: She rebuilds his career. He plays the role of her boyfriend. Publicly, they’re irresistible—fire and chemistry no one can ignore. Privately, it’s a negotiation neither of them fully controls. Because Jace isn’t as broken as she thought. And Nyra isn’t as untouchable as she pretends. What starts as a calculated game turns into something dangerously real—late nights, lingering touches, the kind of tension that doesn’t stay fake for long. And when buried truths surface—about the accident, about betrayal, about who’s been pulling the strings—the line between control and surrender begins to blur. Someone wanted Jace gone. Someone close. And as everything unravels, Nyra and Jace are forced to decide: Was this ever just a game… or were they always meant to lose themselves in it?

“I never betrayed you!” Cassandra’s voice trembled as she spoke. “Not once—not ever—” “Then whose child did you give birth to?” The Alpha, Alaric Drayden, cut in coldly, each word heavy with condemnation. The woman lying weak on the hospital bed flinched at the cruelty in his tone. “Enough. I don’t need your excuses, Cassandra.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable. “No, my Alpha. I swear—I never betrayed you—” “I, Alaric Drayden, Alpha of the SilverFang Pack, hereby sever the bond between us. From this moment forward, no tie of fate binds us, Cassandra. I reject you as my Luna for the treachery you’ve committed.” Cassandra shook her head in disbelief, her voice breaking. “No! No! You can’t do this to me, my Alpha!” *** Betrayed by her husband. Stolen from by her own half-sister. Cast out by her pack. That was the fate everyone had wished upon Cassandra Vale, the fallen Luna of SilverFang. But a true wolf never truly dies. Five years later, Cassandra returned—stronger, sharper, her elder blood awakened and ready to shake the entire werewolf world. With the Alpha who once saved her—Orion Caldrex—at her side, she would face the conspiracies of her family, the battle for the Luna throne, and a war between packs that threatened to shatter the balance of power. Betrayal had remade her. Fate demanded her rise. And this time… nothing would stop Cassandra Vale. Not even destroying those who once cast her aside—including Alaric Drayden, her former Alpha. But when every truth finally comes to light…would Alaric still be standing at her side?

🔞 WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18! “I gave him everything,” Naya whispered, staring at the papers in her hand. The divorce papers she never saw coming. Her hands trembled, but not from fear. Now, it was rage. Across the room, Chloe smirked, her hand resting on Daniel’s shoulder. “You should’ve seen this coming, Naya. You were never enough for him.”

It took me ten years to become the right hand to Damian Costello, the Consigliere of the Costello crime family. From a nobody to the woman wearing his engagement ring. But two weeks before the wedding, I decided to throw that ring away. Everyone in the family knew how hard I had fought all these years just to stand by Damian's side. I gave up the chance to become a top trader on Wall Street, willingly becoming Damian's assistant, his shadow. This man was infamous for his coldness and exacting nature, keeping everyone at arm's length. So I hid my sharp edges, spending a decade wearing down his icy exterior with gentleness. I cleansed the blood from every dollar he made. I became a necessity to him, as essential as the air he breathed. I thought that after ten years, I had finally made my presence indispensable. And finally earned what looked, to outsiders, like a glimmer of his affection. The family's notoriously aloof genius actually remembered my birthday. He even made an exception, letting me spend the night in his private study when I was unwell. He didn't even push me away when, emboldened by wine, I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. If the Don's daughter, Isabella, hadn't returned from Italy, I might have kept playing my part, clinging to that false dream forever. But sadly, there are no ‘ifs’. I am going to give up everything here and leave you.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell of medicine is too strong. Change it again." I suppress the urge to suddenly break down and arrange for someone to take care of it. At 2:00 am, he reaches me through our mind-link. "The sheets are dirty. Come up and change them." I instinctively block him and refuse calmly. "Sorry, Alpha Reese. The staff responsible for cleaning have already gone to rest." In the darkness, a cruel chuckle comes from the man. In a tone that allows no refusal, he murmurs, "Then you come and change them yourself."

I saved the man who destroyed my family. Dr. Emma Lawson has spent five years hating billionaire Damien Cross. His corporate takeover crushed her father's company, shattered her parents' marriage, and forced her to work three jobs just to survive medical school. Then he crashes onto her operating table. Bleeding out. Dying. One slip of the scalpel. No one would question it. But Emma took an oath. Even monsters deserve to live. When Damien wakes with amnesia, his assistant offers Emma $200,000 to pretend she's his girlfriend. Just three days. One merger vote. Then she walks away. Emma agrees. Not for the money. For revenge. What she doesn't expect: Damien without his memories is nothing like the ruthless CEO she imagined. He's vulnerable. Protective. Looking at her like she's his entire world. What she doesn't know: Damien has been watching her for five years. The photo in his wallet. The surveillance files. The reason he destroyed her father's company. It was never about business. It was about protecting the woman he couldn't stop thinking about from a conspiracy that would have killed her entire family. As fake feelings become dangerously real, Emma discovers the truth: their families weren't destroyed by corporate greed. They were caught in a pharmaceutical conspiracy involving illegal human trials, billions in black market research, and a man who will do anything to perfect a drug that was never meant to cure. Some debts are paid in money. Some are paid in blood. But the debt between Emma and Damien? That one can only be paid in truth. She saved his life. He's been saving hers for five years. Now they have three days to save each other.

After eight years of loving him in vain, my boyfriend, Gilbert Hughes, finally proposed. The wedding is set for a week from now. However, just as I'm happily preparing for it, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and his friends. "I have to give it to Gilbert. The moment he proposes, his first love, Cheryl, gets restless." "But now that Cheryl's back, what are you going to do with your girlfriend?" Gilbert pauses for a moment, then replies casually, "It's fine. I'm not actually going to register my marriage with Jennifer. At worst, I'll just hold a wedding and play along." At the party the next day, he wraps his arm around me dotingly and socializes with our guests. Yet, the moment Cheryl Manning runs out in tears, he instantly lets go of me and chases after her in a panic. I follow quietly and watch them embrace tightly in the dark, kissing each other deeply. With my heart completely shattered, I turn away and dial a number. "Want to get married? I need a groom."

“I Do” hearing those two words coming from him breaks my heart into million pieces again. I lost him forever. Everything is happening infront of me. I closed my eyes and started thinking about our memories and trying to forget them forever. Then we heard “No!” shocking each and one of us. But who cares, He said “I Do”…

On the day we were supposed to get married, my girlfriend blew me off again, saying she was too busy. When I got home, there was a marriage certificate waiting for me in the mailbox—hers and her male assistant's. The date filed was today. I gave a small, bitter smile, set the certificate down on my desk, turned around, and ended things with her. The next second, my phone rang. Her annoyed voice came through right away. "Patrick, what is your problem? Why are you throwing a tantrum? You're a grown man—act like one." Before I could even say anything, I heard her assistant sobbing in the background. "Olivia, do you think Patrick got the wrong idea? You should go home. I'll be fine on my own." "Forget about him. He always pulls stuff like this—I'm so tired of it. You're the one who matters right now." The sound of my girlfriend gently comforting another man cut right through me. The call ended, and so did any last shred of hope I had left.