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Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me. Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood. Yet none knew the truth of my torment. The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood’s Luna—but it never made me his choice. For five years, I endured his hatred, the pack’s scorn, and the crushing weight of a prophecy no one believed. And when the car crash nearly stole our unborn child from me, my desperate calls went unanswered. Instead, Dominic moved his ex into our bedroom. That’s when I understood: prophecies lie. Marks fade. And some battles? Aren’t worth fighting. For the sake of my child, I was resolved to leave. But tell me, why did that callous, heartless Alpha suddenly have regrets?

My first instinct was to hide my body, but Raiden held my arms to the side. “No, little mouse. You don’t hide from us."  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When Alpha-heir Raiden sees his best friend staring at the new girl, Atalanta, he notices an instant spark between them. Zev is against the notion of having a mate and refuses to date anyone before he has rejected his mate. Raiden tries everything to get Zev and Atalanta alone, hoping they won't be able to deny their attraction. But the more he tries, the more Raiden realizes he's developing feelings for Atalanta as well. Atalanta has no interest in dating either; she's too busy focusing on her mission. She has been sent by the hunters to find out as much as she can about the location and members of their packs. What happens when the two men give in to their feelings for the same woman? And what will happen to their relationship once they find out who she really is?

As if the fact that I got pregnant the very first time I decided to have sex and lose my V-card to my sexy and dominating billionaire boss wasn't bad enough, he suddenly hates my guts for reasons unbeknownst to me. Yeah I know. Bad right? He calls me a gold digger after his money, and made it clear he had a fiancee he was going to marry. Will he take responsibility, or would he reject me and my baby? "I'm pregnant." I blurted out and looked everywhere else but him, he was so intimidating and I was so damn nervous. "So?" He didn't even look up from what he was doing, clearly not interested in what I was saying. "It's yours Jason." He suddenly looked up at me sharply with his piercing eyes shooting daggers at me. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" I was so screwed!

Finn shook his head and handed me an envelope. "You have to leave. Right now." "What do you mean? Leave where? I can't leave this room; Jordan said he'd drag me back here." Finn cursed, "Leave this fucking pack. Go live with the humans. Anywhere. Don't tell me where. Just leave. Life will only get worse, Izzy. Jordan is not a good guy." "But mom and dad, and you..." Finn gave me a hug, "I know it's scary, and I'm sorry. But I just know that if you stay here, one day he'll kill you. If he can do this to you in the packhouse filled with people, imagine what he'll do once it's just you and him living here. Once he's alpha, he'll get to do whatever he wants. Jordan has always hated that prophecy for some reason. I don't have time to explain, but you need to go."  - - - Izzy leaves her pack, knowing she's going against the prophecy that was given to her at birth by the oracle. One day Izzy is supposed to become the Luna, but she hates the idea of sharing a life with the future Alpha Jordan.  Izzy runs away to a human town, where she lives in a cheap motel, pretending to be human. This is where she meets Orion. They have an instant connection, but Orion has a secret of his own. He has spent years in prison and a mental hospital after having a psychosis and hearing a voice in his hand, claiming he's a werewolf.  What will happen once Orion realizes he's not crazy? And will Jordan and his pack ever stop looking for his prophesied Luna?

Claire Michel woke up in a hotel room with a man she didn't recognize. Her wedding to her fiancé, Ludwig Beyer, was about to take place, but she had no idea what to expect. One day, a video of her going crazy in a nightclub was leaked. Her extended family was furious and her wedding plans were canceled. She was kicked out of the house. Newly living on the outside, Claire found herself pregnant. A few years later, she was reunited with the stranger who had spent a thrilling night with her in the past. He is Felix Homann, a very special client that Claire's boss has asked her to take care of. So, what will Claire do?

My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital. In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted. But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him. He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food. He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone. But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?

A Werewolf's Vow: Mated by the Letter To my dearest stranger, My day has been so tough to the point that I almost wanted to end my life. Wanted to slash my throat with a knife, drink and eat something with poison, or even planned to drown myself. Why was the world so mean to me? Why is my life this miserable? And why can they just leave me alone? I can't take it anymore. I only wanted to live a normal life, away from humiliation, deprivation, and bad luck. So, I'm writing this letter, thinking you might hear me out. Funny, but this is the only way I could express my thoughts. And for the record, this has been my eighth and final letter to send off. And whoever you are, it was nice meeting you. Hopefully, when you get the chance to read this letter, you'd send me something in response. For us to know each other better. I'll be waiting. Love, Joshua Craig.

Ne trouvant plus d'échappatoire, Chloé Dumont a donc passé un accord avec la mère de Lucien Bernard. Elle a fini par épouser Lucien. Pendant trois ans de mariage, Chloé était douce, obéissante, supportait tout sans jamais se plaindre. Elle est allée même jusqu'à aider Lucien — paralysé des jambes et au caractère explosif — à se remettre debout. Elle pensait naïvement qu'ils pourraient continuer à vivre ensemble, malgré tout. Mais c'était sans compter sur le retour de Jeanne Laurent, la femme qu'il avait toujours aimée. Un jour de pluie torrentielle, sans une hésitation, il l'a abandonnée, trempée et misérable, pour aller chercher Jeanne. Par la suite, il a inventé un déplacement professionnel… alors qu'il emmenait Jeanne à un concert. Pire encore, il l'a ramenée chez eux, flirtait ouvertement devant Chloé… Déçue encore et encore, Chloé a fini par prendre une décision : divorcer. ... La prochaine fois que Lucien recroisait Chloé, c'était à une soirée mondaine. Son ex-femme — autrefois terne et insignifiante — portait une robe de haute couture, elle était rayonnante, gracieuse, d'une élégance à couper le souffle. Mais ce qui le rendait fou de jalousie, c'est qu'elle ne le regardait même plus. Elle souriait à un autre, riait doucement dans ses bras. Il l'a coincée dans un coin de la salle, le regard noir : « Chloé, qui t'a permis d'être avec un autre homme ? » Elle l'a giflé sans hésiter : « C'est qui ce chien qui me colle ? Dégage, ou je porte plainte pour harcèlement sexuel ! » ... Chloé déménageait dans un nouvel appartement et faisait la connaissance d'un voisin calme et bienveillant. Cet homme s'appelait Xavier Marchand. Il lui apprenait à faire confiance, à s'appuyer sur quelqu'un. Avec lui, elle devenait presque une enfant qu'on protège. À chaque obstacle, il était là, toujours présent, solide comme un roc. Leurs rendez-vous, ses déclarations, la demande en mariage, même les moindres détails du mariage… Xavier s'en occupait, tout était pensé pour elle. C'est là que Chloé comprenait : Être aimée, chérie, portée dans le creux de la main par quelqu'un… c'est ça, le vrai bonheur.

What will you do if your fiancé betrays you, with someone you are completely unexpected and, in fact, really love about? I ran away, to a club owned by a handsome billionaire who was heartbroken and ended up in his bed. Not stopping there, I continued my escape all the way to Italy, with the fetus in my stomach. I thought, after all that chaos, I and I had finally found a new, peaceful life in a place that no one would ever know about. However, the billionaire found me and was determined to take me back, especially after he found out that there were a pair of twins with me. The problem was, I was determined never to come back, and that man also had a fiancee. What should I do?

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.