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He watched her grow up. Now he can't stop watching her. Ayana Marcus came home for Christmas expecting family dinners and small-town boredom. What she didn't expect was Nelson Ward looking at her like she was something he'd been starving himself of for twenty years. He's forty-five. She's twenty-four. He's her father's best friend, the town's moral compass, a man who hasn't touched a woman since his fiancée died and took every good thing in him with her. She's the pastor's daughter. The good girl. The one who was never supposed to want something this dangerous. One kiss changes everything. Now she's sleeping in his bed, her father won't speak to her, the whole town is watching — and Nelson Ward, who spent two decades convincing himself he didn't deserve happiness, is learning what it costs to finally take it. Some men are worth the scandal. Some Decembers are worth burning everything down. UNHOLY DECEMBER — because the most sacred thing she ever did was love a man everyone told her was forbidden.

On the day she is meant to rise as Luna of the Silverwood Pack, Moon Reign Alderio's world is ripped apart. Dragged into the sacred hall in chains, covered in blood, she is accused of sleeping with the enemy. Evidence she has never seen is thrown at her feet. Her wolf is silenced. Her mate, Alpha Aldrin, not only refuses to hear her truth, but he also does the unthinkable. Before the pack, before the Moon Goddess, he rejects her and replaces her with her own sister and banishes her from her very own pack. Branded a traitor and banished, Reign is dragged to the rogue-infested mountains. A death sentence? Definitely, because rogues and wolves are rivals by nature. But the gods are not done with her. The sky cracks open, while the moon bleeds. And a prophecy stirs. Abandoned by her mate, betrayed by blood, and hunted by monsters, Reign discovers a truth darker than treason—Silverwood’s greatest enemy is not the one they accused her of lying with… but the one they crowned. And the one male destined to save her is none other than the cursed, exiled Lycan King who should never have found her: Magnon. The man whose mere existence angers the gods. His secrets are darker than the crimes he has committed, and Reign is part of the secrets. Reign will rise again, but this time not as Luna. But, destruction.

Genre: Werewolf Romance Reverse Harem Aria Winters has spent her life branded a failure—wolfless, powerless, and despised within the BloodMoon Pack. Orphaned and abused by her calculating stepmother, Morgana, and her cruel stepsister, Celeste, Aria exists as a living reminder of disgrace in a world that values strength above all else. Forbidden even to attend the sacred Bonding Ceremony, she is meant to remain invisible. Instead, destiny shatters expectation. When four legendary Alphas—Kael, Lucien, Rowan, and Asher—are bound to Aria by blazing golden threads meant for another, the packs are thrown into chaos. Declared the prophesied White Wolf, Aria is thrust from obscurity into power, claimed by mates whose bonds awaken both fierce devotion and terrifying desire. Yet the prophecy hides a darker truth: the White Wolf is not salvation, but a curse—one that twists love into obsession and drives bonded mates toward madness and destruction. As Aria’s dormant power awakens, so do deadly secrets. Betrayal festers among the Alphas, ancient records reveal a legacy of insanity and ruin, and Morgana steps from the shadows to claim Aria as her greatest creation—engineered through forbidden bloodlines to become a living weapon. Worst of all, Aria learns that one of her bonds is not only forbidden, but fatal, tied by blood to the curse threatening to consume them all.

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory. He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial." I nodded lightly. “I understand.” He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me. Now, there were only seven days left until my death.

Just because his first love's younger brother accidentally fell into Shadow River, my Alpha mate, Ethan Horn, forced me, the only Spirit Soother of our pack, to go and rescue him. When I sank to the bottom of the river, I chose not to save him. When the man was pulled out of the river, the healer lamented, "If it were a few minutes earlier, Leo might have been saved. What a pity." Ethan's first love, Serafina Pike, had her wolf soul shut off and soon passed away because she missed her younger brother, Leo Pike. From that moment on, Ethan, who had once loved me, hated me to the core. Without giving me a chance to explain, he slit my throat with a silver blade and ruthlessly sealed my wolf soul. Later, he believed the heresy of the witch about soul sacrifice and nailed me and our young daughter in coffins before burying us alive by Shadow River as sacrifices to resurrect his beloved Serafina. In the end, the woman he deeply loved did not come back to life, and my daughter and I died with endless resentment. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the night when Ethan forced me to jump into the river to save Leo. I tied up the specially made rope and asked him for the last time, "Are you really sure that you can bear the consequences after I rescue him?"

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man. Tonight was supposed to be the celebration of his new engagement. He was supposed to be celebrating a new chapter. But Kania's presence in the private lounge, in a high-slit dress that showed off her long legs, had ruined everything. "You didn't have to come, Kania," Arka hissed, his voice choked. Kania smiled cynically, caressing Arka's jaw with her cold fingers. "You're right, darling. I didn't have to come. But I had to make sure of one thing: that your heart... still belongs to me, just like before." It turned out that getting out of the marriage was much easier than getting out of his ex-wife's love. Will Arka continue his engagement? Or will he return to his ex-wife?

“You smell like mine.” Lyra never believed the legends about Lycans. They said those monstrous, feral creatures with strength far beyond wolves. But when she tries to save a child from a rogue attack, her blood spills on sacred soil… and her hidden bloodline awakens. Miles away, Ares Nightbane, the terrifying Lycan King, turns feral when her scent hits him like a drug. Her pain drags him across kingdoms in minutes. Her fear breaks what little sanity he has left. He finds her bleeding. Shaking. Dying. And the moment his eyes meet hers, the ruthless king loses absolute control. He pins her to the ground with a growl, breath hot on her throat. Not to kill her. Not to save her. But because the bond, the one he swore to destroy has chosen her. “Run if you want,” Ares snarls, lips brushing her ear. “I’ll chase. I’ll devour. I’ll claim every inch of you until the moon rises in your eyes. You are mine, little wolf. Mine to protect. Mine to ruin.” Lyra is poor, brave, and stubborn enough to defy a king. But resisting the Lycan who can cross kingdoms in minutes? The king whose madness is soothed only by her scent? The king who would tear apart the world to keep her? She might survive the monsters outside the palace but surviving the one obsessed with her? That may be impossible.

A Fallen Angel. A Demon on the Throne. A Desire that will Set the World Ablaze. "On the sixtieth floor, sin isn't confessed... it's committed." Carter isn’t your typical executive assistant. He’s a celestial guardian on a sacred mission: to protect the soul of Dorian Thorne, the brilliant yet arrogant CEO of the Thorne Empire, whose life took a nosedive after a tragic accident. But Heaven has its rules, and Carter broke the biggest one: he fell in love with the mortal he was meant to watch over. When a desperate act of black magic miraculously heals Dorian’s legs, it comes with a hellish catch. Dorian is no longer the man Carter adored; his body has become the vessel for Astaroth, a Demon King with an unquenchable thirst for chaos and a twisted obsession for the angel guarding him. Caught in a tangled web of corporate ambition, family secrets, and an electric attraction that defies the laws of the universe, Carter faces a tough choice: Will he stick to his duty and exorcise the demon, even if it means destroying Dorian’s body in the process? Or will he give in to the seductive allure of a monster who knows his deepest desires better than God Himself? As Dorian’s father pulls the strings of power and a scorned fiancée seeks revenge, Carter will learn that in the battle between Heaven and Hell, the most dangerous place isn’t the abyss... it’s the office on the sixtieth floor. Welcome to the Thorne Empire! Where saints fall, and demons rule.

"I'm not scared I'm just shocked." I tried to reassure him. He stared at me, studying me. Trying to see if there were any lies hanging in my words. He must've not expected this kind of reaction out of me. "Come closer then," he suddenly asked. "W-what? Why?" "If you say that you're not scared you shouldn't have any trouble with approaching me." I looked at him suspiciously. Was this a trap? Would he completely devour me? I didn't have any problem with approaching him but I never know what kind of actions he might do. "You're not gonna eat me alive aren't you?" He chuckled a little bit showing me that damn sexy smirk again. "Come and find out." Amaya Wilson is a twenty-five-year-old librarian. Her life will forever change when she meets an old book laying on her bed. She will soon learn that her destiny is to be the chosen one and to protect the small notebook in order to take the power it holds for herself before the wrong hands take possession of it instead. Damon Cullen is a fallen vampire whose destiny is to be the protector of the sacred book. He's gone through generations of chosen ones without breaking his facade. However, what happens when it's Amaya's turn to be the chosen one. Will he let his feeling get the best of him or will he keep his professional facade?

He Rejected Marking Ceremony, I Upgraded Mate The very first thing I decided to do after being reborn was to reject the marking ceremony with my Alpha mate Ethan. In my previous life, when Ethan tried to postpone our ceremony for the thirty-second time, I threatened him with the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess. Ethan eventually caved. To pacify my rage, he promised that nothing would interrupt us again. But that was the night his Omega mistress Ivy died. From that moment on, Ethan hated me with every fiber of his being. When I told him I was pregnant, he drowned me in the freezing North Sea. "You and that abomination in your belly deserve to die for her," he spat as he held my head under the water. I died in despair. But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the altar. Ethan looked impatient. "Selena, Ivy says her chest hurts.. We need to postpone the mark again." He expected me to beg. Instead, I unclasped the ceremonial collar and threw it in his face. "Go to her. I quit." Ethan sneered, "Stop acting. Without my scent, you’ll be back crawling on your knees in a week." He didn't know that an hour later, I was knocking on the door of his mortal enemy—Damon, the Tyrant of the North. When I posted a photo of the Winterborn Alpha’s ring on my finger with the caption "Upgrade my mate," Ethan went mad…