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Isla, the unwanted daughter of the Grayson family, has a shadow of rejection hovering over her. Her father, when he was alive, treated her with cold civility; her mother could barely tolerate her, and her sister despised her. After her sister travels abroad and refuses to come back, she is forced to marry her sister's fiance but her sister’s fiancé is not just any man; he is Alpha Lucien, the Alpha of Redridge Pack, who now hates her because of the marriage. After years of a loveless marriage, her sister returns and once again her life is pushed into a haul of negativity. She is banished from her home and left for dead but when it seems all hope is lost, she is saved by him. Alp

Four years and three months—one thousand, five hundred and forty-seven days—I have known Celia was mine. I have watched over her, listened to her, protected her. There is nothing I have not done and would not do to keep her safe and mine. What it started as. I do not know. but now it can only be defined as an obsession. Celia is mine. Like me, she has known it all this time. Why she is suddenly fighting me as our wedding day draws closer, I do not understand. It does not matter. The day is nothing more than a formality. I have never claimed to be a good or patient man. For her I was. That time is at an end. My kitten is baring her claws. She will find the veneer of civility I show the

Three years ago, Rowan Stewart was gifted to the infamous Alpha of Red Moon as one of his pleasure servants—a brutal tradition cloaked in civility, where beauty is bartered for peace. The Alpha, powerful and feared, accepted her without question, despite already having two wives. For Rowan, life in the Red Moon Pack was tolerable,lavish, but hollow. She kept her head down, grateful that her obedience spared her family’s lives, even if her own freedom was quietly buried. But everything changes the day she discovers she’s pregnant,with the Alpha’s child. The news detonates through the pack like wildfire. This isn’t just a scandal,it’s a miracle. Or a lie. Because Alpha Kael was cursed

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they ca

We all hear about "the girl next door", or the girl tamed the bad boy. But, what happens when the bad boy meets his match? Bad girl by nature, independent by force. Sienna learns the hard way, to never trust anyone but yourself to look out for you. Possessive by nature, bad boy by reputation. Zander is renowned for his possessive attitude and dominant way of life. In a world without packs, A world rising from ruin, a moon goddess with a paw to grind and a bone to pick, and 2 hot headed polar opposites. Recipe for disaster. But throw in the fact the only way to bring packs back and have the chaos return to some sort of civility is that of the shifter games? Nothing could possibly

I was sent to evaluate him. Now, he’s the one judging my soul. As a psychologist for the Pacific Behavioral Unit, I deal with the most dangerous shifters in the Territories. But Mason Cross isn’t just a prisoner. He’s the King of the West Coast, a lethal Alpha with emerald eyes that don’t just look at me—they strip me bare. One mistake in a silver-lined cell, and I’m no longer the doctor. I’m the prey. When a night at the Velvet Moon turns into a bloodbath, Mason doesn't just save me—he claims me. He hauls me to his brutalist fortress on the cliffs, a world of glass, salt, and ancient wolf laws. He says he’s protecting me from the Lunar Syndicate. He says I’m his prisoner for my own s

Two students are forced to share off-campus housing due to a housing crisis. Strict house rules are set- no late nights together, no touching, no crossing lines. But shared kitchens, midnight strolls and conversations, and stolen glances make the rules unbearable.

Nominal marriage with some rules: no entangling. Everything is only business. Not being in love. It's only a one-year agreement, so the rules shouldn't be difficult to follow, should they? Except fate still has a way of ruining every best plan...

For centuries, werewolves and Lycans have not been able to coexist. Lycans believed that werewolves are not meant to exist and that they must be destroyed and killed. Both sides were forbidden to have anything to do with each other and failure to adhere to the rules would lead to death or war between both Packs. Those were the rules Liam Simmons was raised under. To follow the rules and punish those who do not obey the rules. Making sure the rules were not broken was part of his plans as the next heir to the Lycan's throne, until he met a helpless girl trapped in a Lycan's trap. What would Liam do to the helpless wolf when his Lycan would do anything to protect his mate?/ Penelope J

"Spread your legs, little omega slut," he said to me. "I am sorry, there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here." "Who made those rules?" he asked, whirling the wine in his glass. "The owner of this place," I replied, irritated by all the unnecessary questions. "Who is the owner of this place?" "Mr. Killian Cabello." I replied tersely. This man was arrogant and wanted to defile the rules to show me he could do whatever he wanted. He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to me. "I usually do not give out my card to the likes of you but look at it." I looked at the card and saw his n