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They say the Blood Moon Pack are bloodthirsty monsters—merciless and savage. And their Alpha, Killian Nightbane, is the most ruthless of them all. A beast feared across the realm. But there’s one more secret… The Blood Moon Pack is cursed. No member has ever found their true mate. Then came an alliance with a rival pack… and Isabella Hart—an omega traded like a peace offering, sacrificed to a rival pack’s most ruthless Alpha. Fragile. Unwanted. Alone. Everyone believes she is the weakest she-wolf alive. What they don’t know? A rare white wolf stirs inside her—ancient, powerful, and chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. A power she has never fully awakened… a power the world isn’t ready for. Killian never wanted her. His heart already belonged to another—the woman who once saved his life. His duty as Alpha forced him into marriage, so he vowed to destroy Isabella, to make her existence unbearable, to loathe her with every breath. Yet… Every time he touches her, something ignites. A spark too dangerous to ignore. A pull too primal to deny. His wolf doesn’t crave war… It craves her. Hungry. Possessive. Unrelenting. A need that claws beneath his skin, demanding the bond he swore would never exist. And as Isabella steps foot into the Blood Moon territory, the impossible begins to happen— Borders fall to rogues. The curse stirs. And the pack itself shifts around her. Now Killian stands torn between hate and desire, duty and instinct. As Alpha, he must protect his Luna. As a man drowning in resentment… part of him wants to let her burn.

Diana Darksyde is tired of her life as a slave. A fate NO Alpha should ever have to endure. After the sacrifice of a loyal soldier, Diana discovers a way to lead her people into rebellion against King Nicolai, a power hungry human with a secret and the source of their enslavement. Little does she know that the Vampire Queen, on the other side of their hidden city, is planning a rebellion of her own. Will they join forces?

Ben Pine thought he was just a normal country guy going to the city for college... until he decides to stay with his uber-rich gaming friend, Nico Woodman... and drink coffee for the first time. Now he has to figure out what it means to live as a model werewolf and maintain his relationship with his friend, but the vampires that originally had his kind as slaves aren't going to make it easy for him. Cover by Modern_Diary.

I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning. "You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out." Then he hung up on me. I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black. It was two hours before building security found me. When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce. He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down." I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face. Something important? Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background? Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering? I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him. But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years. "Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent."

Quinn Parker has a system: keep her grades up, keep her feelings private, and absolutely never act like the kind of girl who screams over a boy band, no matter how many NEON ATLAS songs she has memorized. So when the group’s lead singer, Jace Wilder, is chased through the arena hallway before a sold out show, Quinn reacts on pure instinct: she yanks him behind a giant fake pot plant, yells his name, and points the stampede of fans in the wrong direction. Jace disappears with security. Quinn goes back to her life. End of story. Except a week later, Quinn lands an after school cleaning job at a luxury rental and opens the door to find Jace Wilder alone, exhausted, and nothing like his shining, onstage self. He tries to flip the charm back on when he realizes she’s the girl who saved him, but Quinn doesn’t buy it. She makes him a coffee, tells him to sit down, and treats him like a normal person for the first time in a long time. Quinn isn’t falling for a fantasy. She doesn’t even know him. But the more time she spends in his offstage world, between rehearsals, rumours, and the pressure to always smile, the harder it becomes to ignore the quiet, real boy behind the spotlight… and the fact that he’s starting to look at her like she’s the only place he can breathe.

Corisande knows her fiance is destined to her. She has seen it in the fire. As a witch turned vampire she's a great commodity and betrothed to the vampiric prince. A man she knows only be reputation. But is this the same man who will her or is more going on then she ever realised?

During a company team-building event, I collapse from a seafood allergy. Yet my fiance, Frederick Scott, rushes Beatrice Sutton, who only twisted her ankle, to the hospital. I come close to dying because I don't get treatment in time. Later, Frederick explains, "Beatrice is my best friend's sister. He's seriously ill now, and I promised him I'd take care of his sister. I swear I'll keep my distance from her from now on." This isn't the first time I've heard an excuse like that. On our fifth anniversary, Beatrice accidentally deleted a work file and burst into tears out of worry. When Frederick heard about it, he left me stranded on a mountain and drove back to the office himself. I spent a whole day and night walking home through the rain. On Christmas, Beatrice's house lost power. Frederick was worried that she might be scared of being alone, and he rushed over to her place without even telling me, leaving me out in the snow waiting for him until dawn. These kinds of things have happened countless times. Afterward, he always brushes them off with the same excuse. I've long since lost all faith in him and no longer believe a single word he says. I pick up my phone and call the company that keeps reaching out to me. "I've decided to accept your offer from last time. I'll bring the core technology with me."

Amaya was the innocent daughter of Alpha James, a cruel and vicious Alpha. She gave up everything to stop his cruelty, all for love. But instead of being rewarded, she was betrayed. Her mate rejected her. Her best friend turned against her. Then she was sold off to Alpha Caius, the deadly warlord people call Death, and her father’s nemesis. Now trapped in his cold, dangerous world, Amaya refuses to break, even when Caius pushes her to the edge. But behind his cold eyes is something more, something old, dark, and deeply broken. And Amaya might be the only one who can reach it… or she might be destroyed trying. Because no one escapes the Alpha of the South. And an omega like Amaya was never meant to survive him, let alone change his fate.

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.

“But… you…” My voice breaks in half. “You told me I was the only one for you.” “I lied. She’s pregnant with my child.” He adds in a low voice and something snaps in my chest. My eyes go over to Harriet who nods at me with a wicked smile perched on her lips. Her hand is on her belly, gently caressing it. “That’s why I have to reject you right now, to officially break our mate-bond, so that I can mark Harriet as mine.”... Betrayed by her family and her mate, wolf-less Willow thought her life could not get any worse until she was told she was being offered as a bride to the cursed Lycan King who was known to give the mark of death. Five betrothed brides had died before her... Was Willow was about to be the sixth?