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“Goodbye, my pack. Goodbye, Alpha. You were the worst mistake I will never make again.” Alpha Xael of X-pack once had it all. A loving Luna, the pack’s own world-renowned miracle doctor and the glue that kept everything going. Until he and the pack forgot her worth. Until they betrayed her in the worst way possible. It is only when horror and doom befall upon them that they realise that only she can save them. Facing extinction, the pack will desperately call for the Alpha to bring back the Luna, but he is not even worthy to be in her presence. Faced with the realization that she was always out of his league and now no longer in his reach, what else is left to do? Can betrayed love be revived or is this the end of the mighty X-pack?

Abandoned in the middle of nowhere by someone she thought was her forever , her very own penguin, Odette realizes that for the first time in a long time, she is well and truly on her own. Anton is a 26 years old billionaire who grew up in questionable surroundings, when tragic news reaches him , he abandons the life he knows and disappears hurting the one person he cared about . When confronted with the possibility of righting the wrongs of his past, Anton hops on the idea and pursues Odette relentlessly after a ‘ chance ‘ run in at her place of work ten years later Will Odette let the past stay in the past, or will she give Anton another piece of her broken self once more, hoping to God he doesn’t shatter the pieces he broke before. Read on to enjoy the drama between these two, cause as they say the line between love and hate is very thin. ..

Detective Adrian Cross built his reputation on one principle: criminals don't escape justice. Especially not the ghost from his past—Damien Salvatore, the mafia kingpin who shattered his heart ten years ago and now runs the most dangerous criminal empire in Los Angeles. Their love story began in high school hallways and ended with silence when Damien's family ripped them apart, because Adrian's orphan background is not worthy of their dynasty. Adrian promised himself he would never be vulnerable again. So he became untouchable and brilliant. The LAPD's rising star. Until Damien's face appears on his assignment briefing, and every carefully constructed wall crumbles. To Adrian, this isn't just another case, it's personal. Adrian will stop at nothing to put his first love behind bars, but what happens when their cat-and-mouse game reignites a connection that defies logic and law? Every arrest Adrian makes, every operation he leads, only draws Damien closer to a devastating truth: the detective hunting him is the only person he's ever loved. As bodies pile up and betrayals multiply, Damien makes an impossible choice that will force Adrian to answer one question: Is justice worth losing everything twice? In a city where loyalty is currency and love is leverage, two men will discover that some evidence can't be buried, and some hearts refuse to be captured.

I've spent the day trying on bridal gowns with my fiance, Philip Dillon. Just as I'm about to pay for the wedding gown that I really want, another woman suddenly snatches it out of my hands. "Sorry, but I had my sights set on this gown first!" I frown instantly at her words. That's when one of my friends suddenly pats me on the shoulder before murmuring to me, "Hang on. Let your fiance deal with this situation. He already placed an order on this wedding gown when it was first released, so he must be specifically waiting for you to come here and pick it out." I turn to look at Philip instinctively. As expected, I see him approaching the woman… only to help her stuff the gown's hem, which is sticking out, back into the gown's bag. "Since someone else has already set her sights on the gown, then I suppose we don't have any other choice." Philip then pinches me on the cheek, the smile on his face tender yet casual. "My Elyse is the most gracious woman I've ever known. It's not like this is the one and only gown for you, right?" I just stare at the woman's smug look, feeling very dazed. Instead of responding to Philip, I just shoot a small smile at my friend, who looked pretty awkward on my behalf. "It's fine. I don't want the wedding gown anymore." It's true that the gown isn't the one and only gown for me. Similarly, it's not like Philip is the one and only man for me in life as well.

He stood in front of two hundred witnesses and called me weak. Said my hands shook too much to hold a blade. Said I wasn’t fit to stand beside him. He was right about one thing — I was never fit to stand beside the man he was that night. I’m something else now. Two years since Roan rejected me in front of his entire pack, I’ve built something he can’t touch — a pack of my own, a name that doesn’t flinch when his does, and a power born from the very bond he tore out of my chest like it cost him nothing. Turns out it cost him everything. Now he’s dying, slowly, from the inside out, and he doesn’t even know it’s my door he’s begging at. He thinks he’s asking a stranger for help. He has no idea the Alpha who holds his survival in her hands is the woman he humiliated to save his own pride. And there’s a truth buried in that rejection he still doesn’t know — one that changes everything about why he really let me go. He wants me back. He needs me to live. I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to save him, ruin him, or do both, slowly, the way he taught me pain could be delivered — in front of everyone who ever doubted me. This time, I hold the bond. This time, I choose.

On the very day I underwent a vasectomy, Susan bought the designer tuxedo I had been eyeing for months. However, her next words struck me like a bolt of lightning. “Tomorrow is my baby’s sip-and-see. I need you looking your best.” The IV needle snapped right out of the back of my hand. With bloodshot eyes, I begged her to stop playing around. However, her face remained dead serious. “Choosing to be childfree back then was just a compromise because we were struggling. But now, I’m sitting on a multi-million dollar estate. I need an heir to inherit my fortune. My child will be your child, too. From now on, you will be the baby’s godfather.” In that exact moment, my vision blurred. “So, you pushed me to get a vasectomy just to secure the positions of your lover and your illegitimate child?" I spat out. Susan frowned, annoyed. “Myles, watch your mouth. I am giving you the status of my official husband, and I'm giving Owen the child. It’s a fair trade. Staying with me means you get to be a father without any of the pain. If you leave me, who else would ever want a sterilized man like you? Think about it wisely.” The pain hit me all at once as the anesthesia wore off. Yet, I couldn’t help but remember that once upon a time, she had carried a child of ours that she refused to accept.

Drishti : a 25 year old who wants to leave her parents and settle far away from them, especially her mom. She works for a Matrimonial company in daytime where she plays the role of a matchmaker for people and from evening to night she works for a call centre. She has only one motive in her life and that is to exhaust herself so much that when she returns home she can go to sleep directly without thinking anything about her parents. Rakshit : a 28 year old, works as an employee for a MNC. He lives with his mother who is a heart patient. He needs a wife in a week for a major reason and can do anything for that. So let's see if Rakshit and drishti will come together to become Drikshit. Note: It may be an Indian story but there is nothing in it that non-indians won't understand.So my dear non-indian readers please do give it a try... I won't disappoint you:)

In a world with no male werewolves we have resorted to leaving our pack for The Pairing, where we pair off with a human male partner to get pregnant and go back to our pack to raise the baby mostly on our own. But how do I leave the man I have fallen in love with and whose child I could be carrying?...

"Sean, I've made up my mind, I'm going to marry you!" Janice Douglas played with her left hand's fingertips absentmindedly, her eyes locked on the swinging door of the nearby private room. On the other end of the call, the man let out a low chuckle, warm yet laced with a cool, worldly detachment. "Ms. Douglas, are you sure about this? Marrying into our families is a one-way street, no U-turns." "I'm sure!" Janice did not even pause before she shot back, her voice slicing through any second thoughts. "Fine, I'll be back in ten days. Pick me up at the airport, and we'll head straight to make it official."

When my father's business collapsed, he racked up an astronomical debt to the Andor family. And when they finally came knocking, he did what no loving parent should ever do—he collateralized me, his only daughter, handing me over to Cassian before vanishing off the face of the earth. For ten long years, I stayed by Cassian Andor's side. He treated me with a tenderness so indulgent it bordered on worship. There was nothing I asked for that he would not give; there was no whim of mine he would not entertain. Everyone in our world knew me as his princess. I grew up believing with certainty that once I came of age, he would sweep me into his arms, march me down the aisle, and make me his wife. But reality—cold, brutal, and as dazzlingly cruel as the world we lived in—had other plans. Instead of the ring I had dreamed of, Cassian gifted a breathtaking pink diamond—the very symbol of eternal devotion—to his assistant, Heidi Torres. As if that wasn't betrayal enough, he threw a lavish celebration in her honor, a veritable explosion of flowers. He knew I was deathly allergic to pollen. Yet he still left me stranded there, drowning in a sea of blossoms. Eventually, I collapsed in a violent asthma attack, gasping and clawing for air, teetering on the edge of consciousness. And Cassian? He merely tightened his hold around Heidi in his arms and cast me a cold glance. "Your allergies have been fine for ages," he said with a sneer. "Why the sudden drama today? Don't tell me you're faking it." At that moment, as I lay there humiliated and struggling to breathe, I realized there were exactly seven days left until my twentieth birthday since when I could register a marriage.