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Conrad is pregnant, heartbroken, and on the run. Weird since he is male. His mate, the man he trusted but still broke his heart, is the Alpha of the strongest pack in North Carolina who's marrying Jenna–the Beta's daughter. There's nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your mate marry someone and Conrad can't take it anymore so he runs away without saying goodbye. Ryker is young, ruthless, and the next Alpha in line. The night when he found out that he has a male mate he instantly thought that his father wouldn't approve and would strip him of the Alpha title, so he comes up with the idea of marrying the beta's daughter and keeping Conrad as his secret. Not telling his mate about his plans was his biggest mistake because the day after the wedding, his mate is gone and nowhere to be found. Five years later and Ryker does not expect to find his mate holding a four-year-old boy that is in spitting image of him.

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.”

After spending six months overseas expanding business, I had just closed a deal worth ten billion. Casually scrolling through the news, a headline made me stop dead in my tracks. [Shocking! Illegitimate Daughter Provokes Meyer Family Heiress, Teacher and Classmates Punish Her!] In the video, my daughter Maeve stood in the freezing snow wearing nothing but a tattered dress, her body covered in bruises. She was being forced to endure the cold, her little frame shivering uncontrollably. A female teacher poked at Maeve's head, ordering the entire class to call her a shameless illegitimate child. Maeve sobbed, insisting she wasn't, but all she got in return was crueler, more mocking laughter from everyone around her. Then a chubby little boy ran up and slapped her across the face. "Your mom's a mistress, and you're a filthy illegitimate child! You're both just gutter rats!" The teacher didn't stop him—she clapped her hands in approval. "That's right! The Meyer family heir isn't something just any nobody gets to pretend to be." "Besides, Mrs. Meyer picks up Clarisse every single day. Look at her—so elegant, clearly classy. And your homewrecker of a mother? Pathetic. She's not even in the same league." When I heard that last line, I slammed my laptop shut, shaking with rage. I turned to my assistant. "Book me the fastest private jet home. I want to see for myself exactly when Aaron, that worthless husband of mine, managed to father an illegitimate child."

Before my parents died, they entrusted me to the most powerful vampire clan — the Vanderlooms. I married Jason, the heir, and spent ten years by his side — only to discover he'd gotten his vampire subordinate pregnant. He said I was just a human. That conceiving a vampire's child was nearly impossible for someone like me. That even if my parents died saving his life, it didn't mean I could hold on to the title of lady of the house forever. Vicky said she needed human blood for her pregnancy and demanded I serve as her blood thrall. Jason just watched with casual indifference. He didn't stop her. So I packed my bags and calmly handed him the divorce papers. He sneered. "That trick doesn't work anymore. You want to leave? Go ahead." "Give it a week. You'll come crawling back." But what he didn't know was that I'd already accepted another man's proposal. This time, I was done loving him for good.

“Not everyone is desperate for your attention, alpha.” I say the title with a mocking lilt, knowing it would set him off. It did. “Reject me if you don’t want me, I don’t care.” “I, Alpha Zade of the Darkmoon pack, reject you as my mate.” ****** Feyre has been trying to solve the mystery of her parents death. As the beta of the Midnight pack, she rarely has time. When she finds her mate, the insufferable alpha that is too arrogant, over confident and worst of all, refuses to acknowledge her. She plans to leave the pack and forget she has ever met him after she dares him to reject her and he does. What will she do when his father comes with a tempting offer? He’ll give her the one thing she has ever wanted, in exchange for her to stay with his son for a year and give him an heir. It is a battle of pride, arrogance and ego. Love is put to the test when they are both determined and too stubborn to let something like love change their minds.

Avery never believed rejection could be undone. When her mate publicly denied the bond, she accepted the shame, the silence, and the quiet shrinking of her place in the pack. What she didn’t expect was to carry his pup afterward. The pack healer’s confirmation changes everything. A rejected mate can still conceive, but the pack will not protect her from the man who cast her aside. He holds no rank, no title, and no right over her, yet his proximity is enough to threaten her future and her unborn child. Refusing to let him control the narrative or her body, Avery makes a choice no one expects. She leaves her pack without release, crosses territorial boundaries alone, and offers submission to a new pack on her own terms. It is dangerous. Unprecedented. And the only way to keep her pup safe. In a territory where she has no standing and no allies, Avery must navigate pack politics, suspicion, and the unspoken weight of carrying a rejected mate’s child. But for the first time, every decision is hers.

Alex Heart was never meant to be seen… at least, not like this. Scarred, betrayed, and stripped of her title, the former Masked Warrior of the East is thrust into the cruel spotlight when her own fiancé tears off her mask in front of the entire realm. Rejected, humiliated, and falsely accused of the fire that killed her parents, Alex walks away with nothing but her pride and pain intact. But fate isn’t done with her yet. When she collapses on the cold steps of the Lycan King’s estate, it’s not death that meets her, it’s Adrian Frost. Powerful, mysterious, and utterly captivating. Where others see her scars, Adrian sees a survivor. And he’s not letting her disappear. Drawn into a web of political intrigue, bloodlines, and betrayal, Alex must confront not just her past, but the parts of herself she buried long ago. And as the bond between her and Adrian deepens, so does the danger. In a world where loyalty can’t be trusted and love is a dangerous game, will Alex risk opening her heart again... or let it harden for good?

"Ever the prodigal son, Gavin Danvers returns to Heron’s Landing to move on from his recent divorce. With his young daughter in tow, Gavin wants to rebuild his life—alone. He’s done with love and marriage forever. Gavin’s resolve is tested when he meets his daughter’s pretty new teacher. Kat Williamson, with her sweet smile and her devotion to her students, is everything Gavin can never have. Yet when Kat begins to receive escalating threats from a mysterious stalker, Gavin vows to protect her, even going so far as to invite her to live with him. With Kat now under his roof, Gavin can’t stop himself from kissing her. Holding her. Making her his. As he realizes he can love again, Gavin must do everything he can to protect Kat—even at the risk of his own life. This title was previously published as Desire Me Dearly. It’s been rereleased with a brand-new look and with expanded content."

Alpha Prince Leopold Garibaldi hates his life. He hates being a prince, being a werewolf and most recently, being the Alpha. He wasn’t expecting the title or the responsibilities. Or the designated mate that comes with the title. So, what can he do except running away? By leaving werewolf territory, he’ll finally get to live freely and find himself a human mate to love and to hold. Someone not forced upon him. That’s what he wants the most, just a cute girl who loves him for him. Enter Jolene Duvarak. She doesn’t love him. She’s rude, snappy and she thinks he’s a homeless man. And yet, his wolf thinks she’s the one. Until money gets in the way. Jolene Duvarak hates EVERYTHING, but she hates werewolves the most. And being poor. So… when she realizes she’s housing a werewolf prince in her house who is worth 3 million dollars, she’s going to choose money over love, no questions asked.

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.