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When Deborah Thatcher got home to share her success with her family, she never imagined that the cheerful and happy day would become the worst day of her life, a day she would be separated from her family forever. In a bid to save her brother’s life, Deborah’s parents sold her to a man they did not know. Deborah let go of everything she had ever loved and moved into a world completely different from hers. With a cold and arrogant Alpha to tackle and a band of brutal enemies to challenge, Deborah discovered secrets locked within the great walls that trapped her. But then she had a question that remained unanswerable. “Why did the Alpha buy me, what am I to him?” Deborah swore to find the answer to that question even if it meant making the cold and feared Alpha fall for her.

I asked for a son, and you gave me a girl?!" his voice began to rise. Myra shuddered, tears soaking her face. She clenched her baby tight like her life depended on it, fighting the will to succumb to the intense pains she was feeling. "What exactly is your usefulness?" He roared, and his grip on the bed stand shattered the frame, causing Myra to drop harshly into the jagged floor, her baby weeping even louder. "You are here for only one thing. One thing! Bear me a son!" he strikes the stone wall, and it shatters like glass, the impact reverberating. "After that one night, I never touched you, did I?!" Sold to the cursed Alpha King, Myra must bear him a son in order to be free but when she doesn’t, The Alpha King decides to let his wrath fall on her but Myra escapes and runs away. In order to clear his curse, the Alpha king needs his Luna and his child but will Myra be willing to go back to him?

Elara Moonwyn once believed love could soften even the most feared alpha alive. She was wrong. When Alpha Darius Blackmoor accused her of betrayal, Elara had no chance to defend herself. The Blackmoor pack chose power over truth, and the man she loved turned cold and cruel. With her heart shattered and her trust destroyed, Elara fled the pack in silence—carrying a secret that could have changed everything. She was carrying Darius’s child. Years pass. Elara builds a quiet life far from pack politics, raising her daughter, Mira, in secrecy. But Mira is not an ordinary child. Her wolf power begins to awaken—wild, rare, and impossible to hide. When her abilities draw the attention of the Blackmoor pack, Elara’s past comes crashing back. Darius Blackmoor is no longer the same alpha he once was. Hardened by regret and haunted by mistakes he cannot undo, he is forced to face a truth that shatters his world: he has a daughter. An heir he never knew. A child born from the mate he wronged. As enemies close in and pack leaders demand control over Mira, Elara must decide whether she can trust the alpha who broke her. And Darius must prove—through actions, not words—that he is no longer the ruthless ruler of before, but a father and mate willing to kneel, fight, and bleed for his family. Because redemption is not claimed by strength alone. It is earned through love, sacrifice… and forgiveness.

Kat is weeks away from her eighteenth birthday, but unlike other werewolves her age, her wolf has yet to awaken — leaving her feeling weak, outcast, and broken. When her mother abruptly tear her away from their pack, Kat is left with more questions than answers. Their desperate escape is cut short by a brutal attack, forcing Kat to flee into the depths of the forest, alone. She stumbles upon the River Moon Pack and its enigmatic Alpha Liam — a man whose piercing gaze unsettles her, even as he offers her sanctuary. What Kat doesn’t know is that Liam is keeping a secret: they are fated mates. Just as Kat begins to hope for a fresh start, sinister messages appear, warning her to leave the pack—or face deadly consequences. Determined not to be a victim, Kat joins the pack’s warrior training, unaware that something far more dangerous than her enemies is stirring within her. A hidden power. A deadly prophecy. And a bond that could either save her—or shatter her completely.

"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals. His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth. The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it. 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

BLURB "Kill him, your soul will finally be free, and we will be together once again." The voice in my head whispered. I woke up in the savage werewolf realm with a hollow mind, no memory of my own name, and a single, bleeding command branded into my brain: Kill Harrow. I was an outcast, a wolfless stray hiding in the dark alongside other outcasts, until a rogue pack hunted us. I expected to die in the mud, but then he tore through the forest- Harrow, the legendary Mad King, a monster of scars, black claws and crimson fury. Instead of tearing me apart, he pulled me against his massive chest, his touch sending a shockwave of electric heat straight to my core. Every instinct screamed that this beast was my fated mate. But the voice in my head screamed louder, demanding I drive a silver blade into his throat. What I didn't know? My memories were a beautiful lie. Torn between an obsessive step brother who wouldn't let me go, and a forbidden cursed lover who would rip apart the earth just to find me again. I became the center of a story I never knew I was part of all along. "Do you hate me, sweetheart?" Harrow whispered, baring his neck to my blade. "If you do, Then strike."

His birth is an abomination, a child that should never have been born but he came forth still, on that turbulent night. Conceived from the emergence of two enemy entities of clans that never agree, he is a disaster waiting to unleash. In order to prevent this calamity, and secure the future of his entire park, Alpha Grayson does the one thing he deemed right, sealing the child's Wolf. But the greatest of werewolves that ever existed is yet to awake.

She was born to break him. He was cursed to crave her. And the bond between them might just burn them to ash.

Alpha heir Zyros never expected his return home to shatter everything he thought he knew about loyalty, blood, and destiny. Because the one person fate has bound him to… is the one woman he can never have. Selvara. His step-sister. Her scent, her heat, her soul calls to him with a pull stronger than law, stronger than blood, stronger than reason itself. But their bond is forbidden and punishable by exile or death. The truth of their connection could destroy not only them, but everyone they love. Caught between desire and duty, Zyros and Selvara must decide: Will they break every rule to claim each other…Or sacrifice their bond to save the pack? _______

The day before the ceremony, my Alpha Heir mate Lysander brought home an Omega who still bore an old mark — and insisted she become his Luna. The beautiful, fragile-looking Omega leaned against his chest, her eyes red. "I can't. If you keep me, my mate will die without me." Lysander answered lightly, "Then I'll give up my Luna-to-be. We'll trade. I'll order him to break your mark at once." The Omega laughed softly. "That’s for the best. But are you sure you don't mind?" Lysander smiled back. "A dull puppet who spent her whole life waiting to be marked by me. How could she compare to you?" She glanced around the chamber and pouted. "I don't like any of this. It was all prepared for her." Lysander kissed her forehead. "I'll replace all of it. Something better. For you." Their love story became the talk of the realm. And no one cared that I was the "dull puppet" who had been traded away.