Smith Center Gw

This is the sequel to Emerald Eyed Luna! Although, this book does stand alone, it would be helpful to read it first! King Wyatt and Queen Nina have built a kingdom that surpasses everyone's expectations. Their daughter, Sarah is set to inherit the kingdom when someone comes in and ruins her ceremony. Queen Nina's past threatens to bring death to everyone they hold dear. Now, Sarah has to not only prove her ability to lead but provide safety from the unknown. Can she fulfill her destiny like her mother did?

Demi Rose managed to escape the tragic events that lead to her pack's downfall. After being on the run, she finally found her mate. The only problem is when her mate brings her past back, forcing her to face everything she had been running from.

Gloria Sutton’s life ended in a single night. A leaked private video, a public rejection by her fated Alpha mate, Jaxson, and a banishment by her own father left her for dead in a car wreck on the edge of the lawless Shadowlands. She was supposed to die. But the Shadowlands don't kill the broken; they forge them. Rescued by Hunter and Arnold—two exiled brothers known as the most lethal mercenaries in the rogue territories—Gloria is offered a choice: submit and survive, or fight and conquer. Hunter is the brooding, dominant protector who wants to sharpen her into a weapon. Arnold is the chaotic, seductive killer who wants to unleash her inner beast. As Gloria transforms from a pampered princess into a warrior queen, she discovers that the rot in the Silver Moon Pack goes deeper than a sex tape. But her ex-mate Jaxson realizes too late that he threw away the true Luna, and he wants her back. Too bad. She doesn't want to be a Luna anymore. She wants to be the Alpha of her own destiny, with her two Beta mates by her side. Revenge is a dish best served with a side of bloodshed.

No dia que deveria ser o meu casamento... a noiva não era eu. A cerimônia pela qual esperei durante cinco anos se transformou em uma piada quando Valentina, minha irmã, entrou pelo corredor de mármore usando um vestido de noiva branco. Seu braço estava entrelaçado ao de Luca, o homem que deveria estar me esperando no altar. — Sinto muito, Bianca. — Disse ela suavemente. — Mas hoje você não é mais a noiva. Então ela tocou a própria barriga, os olhos brilhando de triunfo. — Estou grávida do filho de Don Romano. Suas palavras explodiram dentro da minha cabeça, e o mundo inteiro mergulhou no silêncio. Como se temesse que eu não acreditasse, ela ergueu algo brilhante em direção à luz. Uma imagem de ultrassom em preto e branco. Nela, lia-se claramente: Idade gestacional — 12 semanas. Meus olhos arderam, as lágrimas queimando enquanto me virei para Luca, procurando desesperadamente qualquer coisa, uma negação, uma explicação, arrependimento. Em vez disso, ele apenas suspirou, cansado e resignado. — Bianca, me desculpa... — Disse ele, impotente. — Valentina não tem muito tempo de vida. Este casamento… era o último desejo dela. — Eu vou compensar você. — Acrescentou. — Podemos ter outro casamento depois. Meu pai, Moretti, estava atrás dele, usando a mesma expressão severa que carregou durante toda a minha vida. Nunca o vi sorrir para mim, nem uma única vez. — Bianca!! — Disse ele, ríspido. — Sua irmã está morrendo. Deixe que ela fique com isso. Meu irmão assentiu em silêncio, como se isso fosse uma resposta suficientemente sólida. Durante toda a minha vida, eles sempre a escolheram, as lágrimas dela, seus caprichos, suas necessidades, acima das minhas. Hoje não foi diferente. Algo dentro de mim se quebrou silenciosamente. Tudo bem. Se ninguém nesta família se importa comigo, eu vou embora.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”

When Cora Shepard's husband's first love, Kimberly Hayes, came back, her first move was to make Cora sign a wager. The terms were simple. If George Lambert abandoned Cora nine times for her, Cora would give up her place as Mrs. Lambert. Cora agreed.

Tatum was just building her business when a tall, dark and handsome man walked in, needing his bike tuned up. Even though she tuned up his bike, he tuned up her life even more. Maddox staked his claim, making Tatum more desirable in the eyes of their retreating ally. Even though Tatum values the Mate bond, not everyone does. Can she keep her enemies away long enough to turn 18, or will she be killed before she finds out who her mate is?

Tubuh kami saling terjerat di dalam mobil. Suamiku terus bergerak di dalam tubuh bagian bawahku, bibirnya mencium dadaku, lalu dering ponsel tiba-tiba menyadarkanku dari lamunan kami yang memabukkan. Ariel pun menjawab tanpa ragu. Itu salah satu teman terdekatnya dari dunia medis, berbicara dalam Bahasa Garnia. “Ketua.” Suara itu berkata dengan santai, “Selingkuhanmu sudah hamil dua bulan. Kau mau gimana?” Ariel tidak berhenti. Nada suaranya tetap tenang. “Merlin nggak bisa punya anak,” jawabnya. “Aku akan biarkan Sintia mengandung bayi itu sampai lahir, lalu mengadopsinya sebagai anakku sendiri. Itu akan mengamankan posisi pewaris. Ini rahasia kita berdua.” Sesuatu di dalam diriku membeku. Dia lupa satu hal .... Aku mengambil jurusan Bahasa Garnia. Bahkan, dia mempelajari bahasa itu hanya untuk memenangkan hatiku. Tapi aku tidak berteriak. Aku tidak mengonfrontasinya. Sebaliknya, aku tersenyum, tetap diam, dan terus berperan sebagai istri yang sempurna. Kemudian, aku menyelipkan surat cerai ke dalam kontrak pembelian properti dan melihat suamiku menandatangani tanpa membacanya terlebih dahulu. Setelah itu aku diam-diam mendaftarkan identitas baru. Selama tiga hari berikutnya, ketidakhadirannya, dan pesan-pesan mengejek dari wanita itu, menghapus harapan terakhir yang kumiliki tentang cinta. Ketika identitas baruku aktif, aku pergi tanpa menoleh ke belakang. Membawa serta anak di dalam rahimku. Dan, menghilang dari dunianya selamanya ....

En el quinto año de mi amor por Gabriel, él heredó el título de Lord Vampiro de su difunto hermano, así como a su viuda, Chloe, la antigua Reina de Sangre y, por sangre y ley, mi pariente por pacto. Cada vez que regresaba de los aposentos de ella, Gabriel me abrazaba con dulzura y me susurraba: —Isabella, Chloe es solo mi Consorte Elegida. Una vez que conciba y dé a luz al heredero del Aquelarre Blazetooth, me uniré a ti mediante un vínculo de sangre. Decía que era la única condición que su familia le exigía para ascender como Lord. Durante los seis meses posteriores a nuestro regreso al Aquelarre Blazetooth, él acudió a su llamado cien veces. Al principio, una vez al mes. Luego, una vez por semana. Y todas las noches. En la centésima noche que pasé despierta esperándolo, Chloe concibió. La noticia llegó junto con otro anuncio: Gabriel y Chloe pronto quedarían unidos por un vínculo de sangre. Mi hijo me miró, confundido e inocente. —Mamá... ¿no decían que papá formaría un vínculo de sangre con la Reina de Sangre a la que ama? ¿Por qué no ha venido a llevarnos a casa todavía? —Porque —dije con suavidad mientras le acariciaba el cabello—, la Reina de Sangre a la que ama nunca fue tu madre. No importa —añadí—. Yo te llevaré a casa. A nuestro propio hogar. Lo que Gabriel nunca notó fue que como la única hija de un Rey Vampiro en funciones, nunca me había interesado en lo más mínimo el título de Reina de Sangre del Aquelarre Blazetooth.