Romance With Navy Seals

On the eve of giving birth, my world turned into a nightmare. My husband’s sworn enemy broke into our home, seeking revenge. I was brutally cut open and my baby was ripped from me. Yet, I made the chilling choice not to call my husband for help. In my previous life, desperate and terrified, I begged him to return home. He abandoned a Valentine’s dinner with a scholarship student to rush back. That night, the student was preyed upon in a bar, leading to her tragic suicide. My husband’s wrath was unrelenting. Blaming me for her death, he locked me in a kennel, leaving me to be savaged to death. “This is the pain Wynne endured because of you. Now it’s your turn to suffer!” Given a second chance, I resolved to make a different choice. This time, I let him stay for his romantic Valentine’s evening with her. But when I returned home, he had spiraled into madness.

I was the real daughter—unloved, unwanted, and cast aside. The design draft I poured my heart into was stolen by my second brother and gifted to the fake daughter. Then he accused me of being a plagiarist. My father, the richest man in the city, had me blacklisted from the entire industry. The fake daughter pretended to apologize, then pushed me off a cliff. When I woke up, nearly all my bones had been shattered. I called my fiancé, the captain of the rescue team, but he was cradling the fake daughter's sprained ankle. He scoffed, "Oh, you had an accident too? Want me to save you? Why don't you just die already?" My body grew colder under the crushing pain. My eldest brother, the forensic pathologist, cut open my rotting corpse while grumbling that he was late for the fake daughter's birthday. Yet when they finally saw me again, they all cried, begging for my forgiveness.

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

I have six rules for staying alive. Don't use your real name. Don't stay longer than three months. Don't let anyone get close enough to matter. Keep your scent blocker fresh. Always know where the exits are. And never, under any circumstances, walk into a room you haven't checked first. I broke the last one on a Tuesday. Wrong elevator floor. Wrong room. Sixty people in things that cost more than my life is worth and one man at the window with his back to all of it and a scent that walked straight through every defence I have built in eight years and sat down in the middle of my chest. My wolf dropped to his knees. My wolf, who has never bowed for anything in eight years of surviving, bowed for a stranger across a crowded room before I even saw his face. His name is Thalrion Bloodryn. The Alpha King. The most dangerous man alive, by most accounts, and by mine too now that I have been in the same room as him and felt what that actually means. He knows my real name. He knows my bloodline. He knows things about what I am that I didn't fully know myself. Turns out I'm not just a male Omega who can birth a child... I'm the last of a bloodline that carries abilities nobody is supposed to have. A voice that overrides Alpha authority. A touch that can drain strength through a bond. And an enemy who has been hunting me since I was seventeen with a patience I mistook for absence. Thalrion says he found me first because he wanted to protect me. He believes in ownership. My wolf believes in him. I'm getting there. ********* Updates daily. 18+ dark MM werewolf romance. Enter at your own risk.

I was nineteen when my life stopped being mine. Moving into Silas Kingston’s estate was supposed to be temporary. Just another step in my mother’s endless climb toward wealth and power. I thought I’d keep my head down, focus on my art, and survive it. Then I found out who he really is. His fortune isn’t clean... it’s built on blood, secrets, and a criminal empire powerful enough to erase people like me without a trace. I should have died the moment I discovered the truth. Instead, I became something worse... Obsessively wanted. Now I’m trapped between Silas and his dangerously unpredictable son, Julian. Every glance feels like a claim. Every moment feels like a test. And somehow, I’ve become the center of a power struggle I don’t understand, where my body is the battlefield and my silence is the cost of staying alive. My mother’s freedom hangs over me like a threat I can’t escape. I hold secrets that could destroy them all. And the price of keeping those secrets is an arrangement that strips away every rule I’ve ever lived by. But the most terrifying part isn’t them... It’s me. Because somewhere in the darkness, in the control, in the way they look at me like I belong to them... something inside me is changing. I’m not just afraid anymore... I want it. I want it all. As loyalties shatter and danger closes in, I have to decide who I am willing to become. The good girl I used to be or the woman they are turning me into. And in their world, there’s only one rule that matters. Survive.

When Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha — he's something far more dangerous. Caspian Valdyr is a lycan king with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body — he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever. But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide: return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his. In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom. But freedom comes with a price — and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity. One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything. A fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, and absolutely no holding back.

When Dakota walks in on her rebound boyfriend sleeping with her bestfriend, she is convinced that she has the worst luck. Drunk and miserable, she lands in bed with a hot stranger. The next morning, she's dead. Dakota's soul is captured by members of the Six, a group of people who are after the six demonic seals capable of bringing chaos into the world. In exchange for her recruitment and a chance at rebirth, she is asked to find the seals and get rid of Dashiell, a dragon lord who is hunting for the seals. When she learns that he's the one who had killed her, she is all for revenge. However, getting revenge isn't as easy as it seems. DASHIELL is her mate and he desires her. Danger encroaches as the line between good and evil is drawn. Dakota might have to sacrifice her happiness. How well can the duo fight this dangerous game of fate and untamed desires?

Breaking Free is an emotional novel about a young pregnant woman trying to break free from her past. With an abusive ex on the loose to find her, she bumps into a Navy Seal who promises to protect her from all danger. Will she break free from the anger and pain that she has held in for so long, that she couldn't love? will this sexy man change that and make her fall in love?

Claire nodded, then groaned as he withdrew his finger from her pulsing, aching sex. She heard him walk down the hallway, heard him open the drawer in the bedside table, heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, heard him approach her again. And that whole time, she stayed where she was: legs trembling and open, hands clenched into fists on the wall, heart pounding and pussy fluttering. Suddenly, he was on her, his cock nudging her from behind, his hands on her hips. Claire whimpered again, pushed back against him. **** John “Griff” Griffin lives by rules. Always has. From the Navy to the SEALs to his job as a bodyguard at Solid Security, control is survival. Protocol saves lives. Boundaries exist for a reason, especially during honeypot ops. Break the rules, and people get hurt. Griff knows that better than anyone. The problem is Claire Worthington. Claire is supposed to be a spoiled socialite hiding after a billion-dollar Ponzi scheme. A criminal. A mark. Instead, she’s living quietly in Denver: working, rebuilding, and starting over like she actually means it. She doesn’t look guilty. She looks… real. When Griff breaks every rule and falls for her, it feels like freedom. It’s also a lie. He’s hiding his name, his job, and the truth – that he was sent to get close and gather evidence. If Claire knew, would she forgive him? Should she? And if she really is guilty, will Griff turn her in… or protect the woman he loves, no matter the cost?

Synopsis They stripped her of her name, called her Prisoner Twelve, and left her to rot in chains. For four years, Natille endured wolfsbane scars, silver shackles, and silence from the family who should have saved her. Not once did her mother visit. Not once did her sister speak her defense. And the boy she once loved—Florian—watched her exile without lifting a hand. Now the gates open. Florian waits at the end of the path. “Grandmother misses you. The Alpha King pardoned you. Come home.” But home is poison. Her sister Navy smiles through rehearsed tears, wearing the life that was once Natille’s. Her brother Ronan sneers that she only seeks pity. Her mother weeps too late. And yet her grandmother, Elder Nelda, defies them all: “You are mine. This house is your house.” Every scar on Natille’s body is proof of betrayal, but the Wilsons call her manipulative, ungrateful, a danger to their name. Even Florian—now promised to Navy—warns her not to lean on pride. But pride is all Natille has left. And when Navy plunges into the deadly Moon Pool, it’s Natille who dives into silver-laced waters to save her. In a single night, she becomes both savior and suspect, her very survival sparking what could tear the Wilsons apart.