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In the cutthroat world of werewolves, three men dare to seek their mates outside the wishes of the pack. Elias, haunted by his parents' unhappy marriage, rejects his true mate ceremony when he meets Amy, a photographer who understands his feeling of incompleteness. Damien, the pack alpha, has already found a mate, but something draws him to Sophie, causing him to question if it's possible to love more than one woman at the same time. And Lucas finds himself mated to Clarissa, the stepsister he never wanted, but who he's always secretly lusted over. Tensions rise, and a rival pack's covert tactics threaten both werewolves and humans. Will their forbidden love prevail, or will these three couples destroy the very fabric of the Thorntree pack?

His face was inches from mine. His breath ghosted over my lips—warm, whiskey-scented from dinner and my body remembered him instantly: the way he’d pinned my wrists, the slow grind of his hips, the filthy things he’d growled in my ear while I came apart beneath him. He leaned in. I felt the pull—like gravity, like hunger. My lips parted on instinct. Just one more inch and we’d be kissing again, messy and desperate, right here in his car like teenagers who couldn’t wait. But reality crashed in. I jerked back, pressing myself against the door. “We can’t.” His jaw ticked. “Why not?” "Because I practically raised you.” My voice shook. “Because your mom is my best friend and I'm way older than you..." "I don't care" he bit out, shocking me even further. "I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to know what wanting meant. And don’t pretend like you don't feel something too." Sophie helped raise him. She was there for homework, school runs, and the lonely years when his parents were too busy. To her, he was just her best friend’s son. Years later, she catches her husband cheating on their anniversary and loses her unborn child due to the shock, Sophie spends the night with a stranger that she never expects to see again. But the stranger is Antonio — the boy she once helped raise. Now he’s all grown up. Powerful. Successful. And off limits. She manages to escape from him — so she thinks — until days later, she gets hired in a fashion company where Antonio is the CEO.

Alex is the grandson of the Sterling family. He's known to be an every woman's man and growing up, he had been trained by his grandmother in line to take over the Sterling Enterprise, the biggest company in the USA. After Alex's negative picture was leaked out, he was forced to get married before his grandmother's retirement to secure the presidential position. Not ready for a real marriage, Alex decided to go on a contracted marriage with his secretary, Emily. Little did Emily know that she would fall in love with the great Alexander, who, on the other hand, is only in love with Sophie, his first love from college. What happens when Emily gets pregnant with Alex after a one-night romance? Will Alex feel the same way as Emily towards him? Will the contract marriage eventually lead to a real marriage?

Seavora City, Carmoria. Nathan Ziegler's side chick, Sophie, was melting down—again. He shoved the divorce papers at me. "Just sign. It's for show. Gotta keep her calm." I clutched my dress, gave a small nod, and signed. No fuss. No scene. As I turned to leave, one of his buddies snorted, "Joelle's way too obedient. Bet she'd fetch the divorce decree if you asked." Nathan lit a cigarette, smirking. "Wanna bet?" To them, I was still the silent pushover. The girl who'd cry in court but still do what she's told. Trade one paper for another—marriage for divorce. I stared at my phone. The message I'd received earlier: [Why don't you just marry me?] I typed back: [Okay.]

On the night of her wedding anniversary celebration, Emma Taylor caught her husband, Harry Smith, kissing his own assistant. In an instant, her world collapsed before hundreds of guests, her dignity shattered beyond repair. But amid the betrayal, James Walker appeared—Harry’s uncle: cold, stern, and a man who despised infidelity. He became Emma’s strength… and the very reason she found herself drawn into a forbidden feeling. While Harry drowned himself in Sophie’s arms, news of his affair spread like wildfire, dragging the prestigious Smith family name into ruin. Between heartbreak and forbidden love, can Emma find a new path for her life? Or will she once again be consumed by her past? A story of love born from the ashes of destruction.

" Go find your baby's father Sophie, I want no part of it!!!, It you I love Tana, I want you instead. Ryan turned to Tana and smooshing her passionately, No, no.....not after four long years with you Ryan....you cnt do this to me " Get rid of that, you cnt possibly have a in my house. " Aunt Susan said as soon as she found out I was pregnant. I wont kill my baby, I won't hurt this child. Never!!!! I rather go homeless, than have an abortion. After ten long years, she meets her baby's father. but now she had a billionaire husband. I will hit you where it would hurt Ryan, you will pay for the pain of ten long years.... A story of love, betrayal, revenge hurt and marriage. Watch out it unfolds......

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

A King is incomplete without his Queen. Just as Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso is incomplete without his little, innocent girl. Ava Sophie Marcus. Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, a name that made everyone on earth shiver in fear. He's a second God. Vincenzo is a thirty years old ruthless Mafia boss, he's labelled, Death. He kills ruthlessly. He always got what he wants and no one is able to question or stop him. Even the government respects him, the FBI steer clear of him because everyone is under him. What happened when the almighty Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso became attracted to the timid, gentle, and fragile Ava Grace Marcus and will stop at nothing to make her his wife? Will he have his way? The answer is, yes of course. without a fight, I might add. Join Ava on her rollercoaster journey of being the Mafia Don's wife.

I couldn’t cum ,not once in two years with him nor with someone. Then Sophie,my best friend….slid a card across the table. Dr. Vincent Kane. Specialist in women’s sexual dysfunction. The man who could fix what felt permanently broken. She didn’t mention he was her ex-husband Or that his “program” meant thirty locked days at his private estate. No sterile exam rooms. Just silk-draped suites, candlelit treatment spaces, and a discreet staff who vanished when he entered. In our first session he asked me to undress behind a screen and u did. When I stepped out in the thin robe, his gaze dragged down my body,slow, deliberate,before snapping back to my face. His throat worked. “Lie back,” he said, voice rougher than the day before. His gloved fingers parted with me for the exam. Clinical and professional until they lingered, circling my clit with the lightest pressure, testing responses I didn’t know I had. My hips jerked. A gasp tore from my throat. He froze, knuckles white on the table edge, breathing hard through his nose. He didn’t stop….Night after night the sessions grew bolder. His mouth replaced fingers, tongue stroking in slow, deliberate circles until my thighs shook and my back bowed off the massage table. When I finally shattered, clenching, crying out, soaking his chin, he pulled back, lips glistening, eyes black with something feral. He pinned my wrists above my head one evening, cock hard against my thigh through his trousers. “This is still therapy,” he growled, grinding once, twice. “Tell me to stop.” I arched into him instead, nails digging into his shoulders. My ex is threatening to leak photos, ruin us... Sophie keeps texting: How’s the retreat? He’s helping, right?

At a family dinner that weekend, my sister, our relatives, and I played a reverse version of "Never Have I Ever," where you bragged about stuff nobody else had done. By the third round, everyone was getting into it. Uncle Danny bragged about seeing the city at four in the morning. My cousin Kenny said he could play three instruments. I said I'd traveled to three countries for work. Then it was Sophie's turn. She lifted her chin, eyes lighting up. "I own a condo that's only in my name." A beat later, she added, "Mom bought it for me. She didn't want my future in-laws looking down on me after I get married." The table went dead quiet. I looked at Mom on instinct. She lowered her head and messed with her apron, refusing to look at me.