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Just because my wolf mom scratched Ava Shaw's favorite dress, Noah Potter called a butcher. He punished her seriously. I found her dying body and screamed at him. "I told you before—I was raised by wolves. What you did to her is no different from killing my mother!" Noah stayed cold. He covered Ava's eyes and stared at me. "You are just a stray kid my stepmom picked up. Stop trying to fool me." My wolf mom was still bleeding as she dragged herself toward me. I crawled to her and held her tight. "I stayed here to repay Noah's family for helping the wolf pack. You chased me for miles because you could not let me go. I never thought I would end up hurting you instead." That night, I held my wolf mom and knelt in front of Aunt Wendy's memorial. "Aunt Wendy, the Potters' Zoo are everywhere now. They do not need my gift anymore. I should leave."

Kate and Roxie are both attracted to the confident Dex, their smooth-talking future Alpha. With his playboy reputation, Kate doesn't trust his advances, or notice her best friends' jealousy. Desperate to be noticed by the Alpha, Roxie forms a blood oath with a demon. Kate's life soon descends into pain and chaos whilst her best friend mysteriously flourishes. As Kate's reputation crumbles, will Alpha Dex's original attraction survive even as she pushes him away? As more of her spirit is stripped away to feed the demon, will Roxie's desire to be Luna at any cost include her best friend's life? When it comes down to it, both will give anything for the Alpha.

I, Mona Goldheart, decide to tell my mate, Edmund Ryker, about my pregnancy on my birthday. But Edmund, who never misses my birthday, misses it this time. The reason he cited was that he had to attend a very important meeting. I don't believe it. When I rush over to his company, I see him holding a birthday party for Amy Drumm, the Omega he brought back to our pack not long ago. Watching as the two of them act so intimately, I contacted Edmund through our mind-link. I ask, "Is the meeting going well?" Edmund holds Amy in his arms, laughing happily. But when he replies to me, his tone is flat, as if he really is attending a meeting. He says, "It's going well. When I finish, I'll come back and celebrate your birthday." I sneer and reply, "Turn around and take a look."

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Serena Judd is a mess when she's taken to the hospital after being harassed by a freak. As she waits in the corridor for her turn to see the doctor, she sees Justin Farrow with his arm around a young woman. He's coaxing her gently. With a raspy voice, Serena looks at Justin, the guy she has been on and off with for years. "Didn’t you get my text?" "It's Candice's birthday, so I can't upset her. Besides, who knows whether you actually ran into a freak?" He frowns, looking disdainful. "Were you violated?" Serena's blood runs cold at his words. She tenders her resignation the following day, but Justin isn't bothered. He says, "She's more obedient than a dog. She'll come back to beg for forgiveness without me even saying anything." This time, however, Serena leaves without hesitation. … Half a year passes. Justin sits in his car and dials a number he's already committed to memory. As soon as the call is connected, he says tensely, "I miss you." All he hears is a snort. "Why are you disturbing me in the middle of the night with a love confession, Mr. Farrow? You should be asleep." Justin snarls, "Where's Rina? Tell her to answer the phone!" Wilson Quade looks at Serena, who's lying beneath him, her eyes gleaming with desire. He smirks devilishly and says, "We're busy, Mr. Farrow."

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who the fuck does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. Crazy ass bitch. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole fucking court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

Dominic regarded the female before him curiously. He had been told that she was Kage, but they hadn’t mentioned that she was a tiny little thing. Considering the fact that she had been kidnapped and forced to be in his company, he had expected a young, fragile creature. But there was no fear in her expression, nor was it drifting from her like steam, as he would have expected. Instead, she looked royally pissed. He had become so accustomed to the scent of fear that he now found himself a little thrown. He also found that he was becoming painfully hard as a raw, basic hunger surged through him, beating at his self-control. She was freakishly beautiful, beautiful in that in-your-face, sophisticated kind of way, but not just that. With her long black hair and blue eyes, she possessed that natural, all-woman, all-real beauty that was dabbling with his mind. Although she was slender, she was blessed with mouth-watering curves that had all sorts of fantasies playing around in his head. It was her mouth that had most of his attention, though. It was plush and carnal and made a guy think impure thoughts. A mouth that was currently set into a hard line, communicating how livid and stubborn she was. Still, the stench of fear hadn't permeated the air. Maybe she just didn’t recognize him. Perhaps if she knew who he was, the emotions he expected from her would finally emerge. Drawing his lips into a thin line, Dominic growled, "Do you know who I am?" Natalie rolled her eyes. "Why don’t we just skip to the part where you tell me how the hell I got here and why exactly I'm here at all, Mad King?"

Alessia realizes that forcing marriage with the only man she loved was her greatest mistake when Thompson, her husband, returns with his fated mate. Even after bearing his child, Thompson's indifference remained. He uses Alessia solely to maintain his reputation. Fate decides to cast a faint hue of light into Alessia’s bleak existence as she's unconsciously drawn to Lycan Cyril, the enigmatic Lycan king whose deadly aura awakens dormant existence. But is this really fate granting her salvation or the other way around? Especially when Lycan Cyril's obsession ignites upon discovering Alessia possessed the rare feature he searched his whole life for? And when Thompson becomes resistant to relinquishing his hold on Alessia?

Leona pierce was deeply obsessed with the colour black. Just like her soul, she lived in darkness. She was a heartless and detached artisan. The woman who was fighting the demons of her mind stumbled upon Tayson Huxley. Tayson Huxley is the hottest model and director of an art company. He is the man epitome of desire, arrogance and pure sex. When these two collide, the fuse is hatred, stubbornness, little ego games and undeniable chemistry that leads to something that none of them wants in their life. . . All rights are reserved to Copyright 2021 Amaya No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or any means without th written permission of the author. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, incidents, and locale are the produce of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or actual person, living or dead is purely a coincidence.

She was supposed to be a just another girl behind the bar. He was never supposed to remember her just another night to forget. But that one night... changed everything. Aria Lane has known pain for as long as she can remember. Orphaned in a tragic accident and taken in by a family that sees her only as a burden with a price tag, she works long hours just to survive. When a mysterious, powerful stranger walks into the bar one stormy evening, she doesn't expect him to notice her. Let alone offer her something that feels both wrong and irresistible. Damien West... young, dangerously handsome, and heir to a billion-dollar empire has secrets buried deeper than his pockets. One night with Aria was supposed to be a mistake he could walk away from. But Aria can’t walk away not when she finds herself pregnant and alone. With no money, no support, and no way to find the man who changed her life with a single touch, she must fight to protect her unborn child... and herself. What happens when their paths collide again? Will the truth tear them apart or bind them forever?