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They had a deal. Give him a child and he would let her people go. Giving him a child was easy. Twin boys with eyes as bright and beautiful as the blue skies and curly brown hair just like his, but Alpha Ezra was quick to remind her of the long-lasting feud between the witches and wolves. Heartlessly, he ordered her execution along with the entire coven. As she burned in the fires with her people, she swore to make his entire pack go up in flames on her return. Ten years later, reborn of fire and blood, Melucia is back to not only reclaim her children but set his entire pack ablaze just as she promised. There is only one slight problem: Ezra is no longer the man he once was, and her children can’t seem to live without him. Now she must choose between revenge and happiness.

They said it was just a phase. A crush. A mistake she’d forget by morning. But obsessions don’t fade. They grow. In Filthy Obsessions, lust doesn’t whisper, it grabs hair, rips buttons, and leaves bruises in its name. These stories are not sweet. They’re soaked in sin. A sex therapist who doesn’t use words to fix broken marriages. A judge who sentences two sisters to submission, then joins them. A father’s best friend who doesn’t just watch,he waits, dark and patient, until she begs for his cock. An art professor who sketches her body in secret... then ruins her innocence on the altar. These men aren’t heroes. They’re cravings in human form. And the women who fall for them? They never recover. If you’ve ever whispered “Daddy, begged for it, screamed through it, or touched yourself thinking, “What if…” Filthy Obsessions was written for you.

Heads up! This story includes mature themes, strong language, and steamy scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, sending waves of shock down my spine. “After promising me a hot fuck, you decided to ditch me, huh Clara?” a low, male voice murmured into my hair as his hands slid down, palms flattening against my stomach, pulling me flush against a hard, solid body. I wanted to push him away, probably punch him in the face also but I'm Clara. He thinks I'm her and I have to be her. I took a deep breath, a wide smile on my face as I turned in his arms, finally looking at him. To my surprise, he was handsome, dark hair, strong jawline and I could see the confidence in his eyes. He knew Clara...maybe intimately. "I thought she has Jeremy, does she just fuck around now", I thought. “I got held up, I'm sorry,” I managed, forcing Clara’s sly smile onto my face, praying it looked convincing. “Uh-huh,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t care. His hand came up, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You owe me, Clara. Big time.” ****************************************** Jenna has always had the perfect life, Her mate, Damon...the Alpha of the pack who accepted her, a pack that wanted her as their Luna..... Until it was stripped off her on the coronation night. Just minutes to the coronation time, she wakes up in Clara's body (Her mate's sister) Now she's trapped...replaced and forgotten while someone takes her crown, her mate and her position as the Luna of the pack. She must solve that mystery while living Clara's messed up life.

"Let me go!" She struggles, but it's useless. "Not happening, Princess. Someone wants to say hello.” "Did you really think you could run from me, sweetheart? Did you honestly believe you could embarrass me in front of everyone and just disappear?” He reaches out and traces his finger along her jaw. She tries to pull away, but the man holding her hair tightens his grip. "You look terrible, baby. All dirty and scratched up. That's what happens when spoiled princesses try to survive in the real world." "Go to hell!" "I'll get there eventually. But first, I have some good news for you…” ~~~~~~~~~~ Watch out for an intriguing blast of “Cloaked Scent From The Alpha”... A story full of real tensions and pleasures.. waiting to be unveiled on each page, from the world of fiction, into the world of reality of Princess Aria Stone!

Clara was adored from birth because family believe that she was going to become an early bloomer and awaken a special wolf from a young age, however things quickly turns out for her when she's unable to shift on her shifting ceremony and not only that her hair from silver which is the sign of a bad omen in the pack. That very night she runs away because of how disgusted everyone looks at her and then she encounters the Rogue king, however she is able to escape him long enough for the cold Alpha King to rescue her and then he offers her a chance to escape the shame of her pack. By being his contract bride, but she refuses stating that she is already betrothed. However many misfortunes happen come her way and Clara is left to take the cold Alpha king's proposal…will she be able to find happiness and love?

He took her semi- hair and tucked it behind her so he could rub her soft neck. She felt his warm hand on her neck and she closed her eyes, leaning against him in satisfaction. She could feel the hard length of him which means he had been thinking of touching her for a long time. She smiled at the thought. His hand slid down her which was covered in a tiny fabric of a blue bathrobe. The two mounds on her chest responded with an electric reaction, which made them stand on guard. Zeidan does know how to dig out her feelings and play with them. "Mmh." She and smiled which stirred a reaction from Zeidan. In a swoon, he carried her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed, not forgetting to strip himself of the black shirt he had on.

Disguised as a boy. Hunted as a mate. Trained to be an Alpha. Ari never wanted to be anyone’s Luna—especially not to Alpha Malrick, the ruthless Alpha she was being forced to marry. To escape her fate she changes her identity. She cuts her hair, masks her scent, and joins the all-male Alpha Training Academy, where strength reigns and weakness is punished. But something else is waiting for her. Her dorm mate Kai Thorn the arrogant, cocky, and devastatingly attractive heir to the Shadowfang Pack is her mate. The mate bond starts burning between them… and he has no idea she’s a girl. When her secret is exposed, Arden must fight for more than freedom. The academy turns on her. Malrick wants revenge. And Kai? He’ll risk everything to keep her safe—even if it means going against everything he stands for.

Six years ago, Lila Hart fled Manhattan with two secrets clawing beneath her ribs—secrets with silver-streaked hair and eyes that glow like fractured moonlight. Now, the past howls at her door. Her twins are changing. *Not into wolves. Into something worse.* Asher Voss, the billionaire Alpha who exiled her, arrives in a storm of rage and regret. He wants his heirs. His enemies want their blood. And Dr. Eleanor Graves, a rogue scientist with a God complex, wants to carve their DNA into a weapon. Trapped between warring packs and a love that won’t die, Lila must decide: trust the man who shattered her, or let the world burn. But when the twins’ powers awaken a primal prophecy, the real enemy emerges—a shadowed Council that’s manipulated their bloodline for centuries. Sacrifices will shatter bonds. Betrayals will rewrite loyalties. And a mother’s love? It might be the deadliest curse of all.

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife. She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!" The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony. She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!" Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me. "Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell. With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.