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Anastasia Rochminov's parents hid her away on a remote mountain top as soon as she was born. Turning 18, she finds out that she is to be the Alpha King's mate, no questions asked.  However, now she understands why her parents caged her every cycle starting at 13 so she didn't run into any other males and lose her virginity. When she meets the Alpha King, will it be love at first site or will they hate each other? Find out in Saved For The Alpha King, if being the Alpha King's mate is everything it's cracked up to be.

Ivy Chase had the perfect life - wealth, status, and a great boyfriend. But when she discovers that her best friend and boyfriend betrayed her, she goes to her boyfriend’s enemy, Parker Wellington, for help. As Ivy plots her revenge, she finds herself drawn to Parker. Is she falling for the enemy, or is he just a pawn in her game of revenge?

Aisling Maverick life becomes living hell when her mate Azelaic Rowen who was a beta disappear from her life without any trace. Aisling was left heartbroken but with only one choice to return to her pack, to family. Being the weakest omega in her pack she faced a lot of backlash from the pack members and from her father but Aisling's life took a unexpected turn when she met Archard harvest. The ruthless heir of Dark wolves Pack. Aisling unknownly, challenge him and found herself in the plan of him. The lights above me began to flicker. A few seconds later, the lights went out, turning the hallway utterly dark, which made me stop from running because I couldn't see anything. " No..No…No… Not now, please goddammit!" I thought. Suddenly, a sharp pain cuts through my thoughts, a hand that grips my arm and squeezes too tight. It's Him. He caught me and I felt an inmes pressure on my arm and had a vise-like grip on my arm. He could rip my arm out of my torso.My heart was pounding out of my chest. He could hear it. The only thing I could see was his glowing eyes in the dark void. His eyes were devastated. Large, dark, and inviting, they were the sort of open windows that decent people draped. I was so caught up in them that I forgot about my pain for a moment

Despite my parents' objections, I stay by Julian Grant's side for ten years. He goes from having nothing to building his own empire. The moment it's time to fulfill our ten-year promise, I proudly tell my parents I'm going to marry him. But then, he gives the vice president position meant for me to another woman. I confront him only to overhear a woman's hesitant voice behind the door. "Mr. Grant... you gave me the VP role, but what about Ms. Jones? Aren't you two getting married?" Julian's tone is cold and sharp, though his face is calm and unaffected. "Noelle's been with me for ten years. Who else would even want her? Relax—she won't dare make a scene." The words hit me like a slap to the face. Without another word, I turn and make a call to my arranged marriage contact. "Are you free?" I ask. "Let's get married."

Working hard at night in the bar, Sabrina saved her Virginity for the man of her dreams, The one she was betrothed to from her childhood but then that deliciously handsome man came to the bar and asked for a private dance from her, that changed her whole life. He showed her the world where touch could ignite the fire in her veins only to let her know that he belonged to someone else. But when bodies crave bodies, no boundaries can hold back the blinding lust.

On the first day of classes, my roommate gives me a crystal bracelet as a welcome gift. Without thinking, I quickly adorn it around her mother's wrist. In my past life, my roommate wanted to be a social butterfly. She was determined to have a hundred boyfriends by the time she graduated. But no matter how reckless she was, she never ended up conceiving. On the other hand, I kept getting pregnant and having countless miscarriages. But unlike her, I had never been in a relationship. The entire university mocked me, labeling me promiscuous and shameless. During my 66th miscarriage, I died on the operating table from severe bleeding. It was only after death that I realized the crystal bracelet my roommate gave me had somehow linked our wombs together. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I had gone back to the first day of the semester.

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

"If you don't give me an heir, you'll lose everything. I've brought a woman to bear you a child," Asher's father, the former CEO of Ingram Corporations threatened his son. Suddenly, a brilliant idea came into Asher's mind. Anne. With her twin boys, he could trick his father into thinking they were his for the short moment he had left to live. "That won't be necessary father. I already have an heir, two in fact, and I can't wait for you to meet them." *** Five years ago, Anne was publicly humiliated and banished, after giving herself to Asher, the heir to Ingram Corporations and the man she truly loved. A one-night affair left her pregnant and she had to raise the children on her own for five years. She's playing a risky game by letting him pretend with her children when she already knows the truth, but her thirst for revenge blinds her. Asher, the stoic charismatic billionaire can't stand his ailing father pressuring him to settle down and have a male heir, completely unaware he already has twin five year old boys. He has no desire to settle down with one woman, but when he meets Anne, the woman whom he once loved but had his father separate them when he was younger, he feels drawn to her all over again. He enters an agreement with her to pretend the kids are his before his father, in order to secure his inheritance. What happens when he discovers the children are truly his? Will she let him into their lives after everything he's put her through? Will he forgive her for keeping such an important part of his life away from him? Or will they let their feelings for each other prevail against all odds?

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.