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"I, Tyler Xander, The Alpha of the silver moon pack, reject you, Aurora Watson as my mate and Luna of my pack!" These were the words that shattered my heart into pieces, as I replayed them over and over in my head. I watched as Tyler, my childhood crush, pulled Debbie, my enemy, closer and kissed her so hard. He never kissed me like that. Being rejected by your mate in the presence of the entire pack is more anguish than dying a slow and unbearable death. After getting rejected, I decided to find my way to become stronger in order to seek revenge against my mate, the betrayer. “You will regret everything you ever did to me,” I muttered under my breath. I promised myself that they would pay for this one day. I just knew it.

Everly’s family is unique. Her father is a demigod of Death and her mother is a lycan, making Everly and her siblings unique hybrids with intense abilities. Eighteen doesn’t mean much for an immortal, but it does mean freedom. Everly finally gets to leave her coven’s realm and explore the human realm on her own. Determined to prove herself worthy of her family’s name, Everly sets off on a simple mission. Go to the music academy and reap the soul of the phantom that haunts it. It should be simple, but things are far from simple when Everly gets paired with the dark, mysterious, and good looking Sebastian for a performance. Things heat up between them as they rehearse for their roles to perform two songs from a beloved musical that hits closer to home for Sebastian than Ever realizes. What happens when Ever discovers Sebastian is the phantom and a hybrid that should not exist? As their slow burn of desire ignites into burning flames neither can ignore, new challenges come their way. They must work together to save the other spirits being trapped by Sebastian’s wicked half-brother, who is hell bent on revenge.

I was on the verge of unbuckling his belt when he pulled away so forcefully I stumbled forward, disoriented by the sudden loss of contact. My core throbbed, my nipples could cut diamonds, and my skin was so sensitive even the brush of air caused me to tremble. But when the fog of sensation dissipated, I realized Alex was glaring at me. “Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, his scowl fierce enough to make grown men quake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Alex—” “No. What the hell were you thinking?” he bit out. “Did you think we would fuck in the kitchen while your friends are in the other room?” Heat scorched my cheeks. “If this is about Josh—” “It’s not about Josh.” Alex pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled a slow, controlled breath. “Not entirely.” “Then what is it?” He wanted me. I knew he did; I felt it, and I’m not just talking about the massive bulge straining his pants. Yes, Josh would attempt to murder us both if he found out what happened, but he couldn’t stay mad at us forever. Besides, he didn’t return to D.C. until Christmas. We had time. “It’s me. And you. Together. It won’t work.” Alex’s glare intensified. “Whatever fantasies you have of us swirling in that pretty head of yours, kill them. That kiss was a one-time mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

Sebastian's voice came from behind her, low and knowing. "You want to get back at them, don't you?" Kaira's gaze remained fixed on the disappearing figure of her sister, her emotions simmering just below the surface. She hated how easily Sebastian read her, seeing depths others missed. "Yes," she confessed, her voice laced with venom. "I want them to feel the same pain I feel." Sebastian stepped forward, his eyes locking onto hers as he gently wiped away the tears threatening to spill. His touch was soothing, but his words sparked a fire within her. "You can't take them down in your current state," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "But I can. I can make them pay, princess." Kaira's focus snapped to his, curiosity igniting in her eyes. "How?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Sebastian's smirk was a slow, deliberate curve of his lips. "Marry me," he said, the words dropping like a bombshell. Kaira's eyes widened, shock etched on her face.

"I need you," he whispered as I felt the pressure of him at my entrance. "It hurts," I whimpered. "I will go as slow as you could endure," he said trailing soft kisses to my shoulder all the way to my ear. "Why can I not be free to find my mate? This is unfair to him," I said placing my hands on the king's firm chest. "Because you are mine, McKenna," he whispered. "I am for no one," I rebutted. "I will never hurt you, my love. If you want me to stop all you must do is ask," he said gathering my hands in his before he eased himself inside me. The myth of the bastards has been long gone from the texts of history. It has been said that this treachery of dragging bastards back hasn't occurred in the last hundred years as it became frowned upon. Some even say that the Moon Goddess will curse her werewolf children if this epidemic was to begin happening again. Why can't life just be simple?

“You stare like you’re trying to memorize me,” she murmured quietly, without looking up. He stepped closer, voice rough. “I already have. Every inch. Every sigh. But I still feel like I’m starving for you.” He walked up behind her. His fingers trail over her collarbone, slow, reverent. She shivers. “You shouldn’t touch me like that,” she whispered. “Say stop, and I will. But don’t lie.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against the side of her neck. Her breath hitched. “This… this is dangerous.” He murmured, “You’re the most dangerous thing in my life. I’ve killed men with steadier hands than I have when I’m near you.” She turned to face him, their eyes locked. One look—everything trembled between them. “Let me ruin every thought you have of gentleness, Inayat. Let me be the fire you crave but don’t dare name.” He lifted her, gently, set her on the table beside the couch. His hands lingered on her thighs, the tension coiling like smoke in the air. He whispered, “You asked me once why I watch you like I might break. It’s because loving you has become my most violent instinct.” *** When King Agnil is betrayed and slain by his own commander, Samarth, his kingdom falls into chaos—and his daughter, Inayat, becomes the obsession of the man who murdered her father. Years later, the exiled prince, Ayman, returns to reclaim the throne. His plan? Use Samarth’s sister as a weapon of revenge. But as vengeance tangles with emotion, Ayman finds himself torn between justice and the forbidden pull of love. Can he destroy the man who stole everything—without losing the girl who might save him?

"You think you've seen me unhinged?" I asked with a dark grin. "Tonight... I'm not your husband. I'm the man you betrayed." I kissed her then, without restraint, and she stifled a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy." .... I should have known better than to sign his contract. My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date. But Killian Cross doesn't let go. He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me. I thought I could play his game. That I could survive the year, take my freedom, and walk away unscathed. I was wrong. Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now. But what if he's the real enemy hidden in the shadows?

"Tell me, Mr Blue. Was it worth it? Is it worth it? Will it be worth it?" It wasn't and it never will be. Not in Erin's eyes tinted blue. Not in the eyes of the hopeless young man doomed to the clutches of fate; doomed to eternal pain. Did beauty lie between the cracks of fate? Does the Moon know of the Sun who died every night to let the Moon breathe? Erin, a poor, hospital bound boy just wants to be like everyone else, to love someone. Every day, he escapes to the virtual world with his wings of freedom, creating his own reality where things goes the way he wants. That world gave him a real, painless body, with infinite possibilities. Life got that much harder when, Uriel, a rich boy enters this realm and steals Erin’s world. The man who says the ugliest of words with the smoothest of tones. Does he help Erin, or dig him deeper? OR Erin wanted love and got pain instead. Things changed, and so did Uriel. INCLUDES: futuristic virtual reality, Persian mythology (minor), romance, sci-fi, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, rich/poor dynamic, mythology, distance, cold families, battles, quests, stars and moon metaphor. WARNING: includes mentions of depression, swearing, and sexually explicit content.

HE WAS BORN TO INHERIT AN EMPIRE... UNTIL ONE SINGLE MISTAKE COST HIM EVERYTHING! Heir to an empire with a last name that opens every door, Asher West was powerful. An Alpha bred to be dominant, Asher takes what he wants and leaves behind a trail of broken hearts, never looking back. But for all his arrogance, Asher had two weaknesses. His taste for danger…and his blistering, malignant, and seething HATRED for his half-brother, Zane West. And that hatred was the key to opening the pandora’s box of his misery. Now stripped of his status, his pride, and his biology, Asher finds himself trapped in an Omega’s body, in a world that only worships the strength of an Alpha. And worse, the man holding the leash is none other than the one he hated the most. His half-brother, now his master. Zane West. The bastard no one wanted. The illegitimate Alpha, who clawed his way out of nothing while watching Asher like a wolf watches a dying stag. Silent. Cold. Hungry. There’s no mercy or humanity left in Zane’s gaze, only the promise of ownership. And the slow, patient destruction of the golden prince who once ruled him. Zane doesn’t want love. Or even forgiveness. He wants to own Asher, furrow deep into his skull until his entire existence revolves around pleasing him, Zane West. In a war for dominance where obsession replaces love and revenge tastes like sex and blood, who really wields the power?

When Mason Jameson moves to Arizona with his mom to escape the clutches of his abusive father, he expects his last two years of high school to more or less be the same as his first two: Slow, boring, and quiet. What he gets is the complete opposite of that when he crosses paths with the Gordon Twins: Leo and Jocelyn, soon to be the new leaders of The Crimson Wolves, the only thing they seem to be missing is their mates. When the Twins learn that Mason is their mate, things take a turn for the worst when a childhood friend of the Twins finds out who Mason is to them, and is determined to prevent their union. Will the bullying and torment lead to Mason rejecting the Twins or will he trust them despite the hardships he's forced to endure?