Tasha Smith Siblings

Our bodies tangled in the car. My husband moved inside me, lips claiming my chest, when the sudden ring of a phone ripped me out of our intoxicating haze. Gabriel answered without hesitation. It was one of his closest friends from the medical world, speaking in German. “Don,” the voice said casually, “your mistress is two months pregnant. What are you going to do?” Gabriel didn’t pause. His tone was calm. “Grace can’t have children,” he replied. “I’ll let her carry the baby to term, then adopt it as my own. That secures the heir. This stays between us.” Something inside me froze. The one thing he had forgotten— I majored in German. And he learned it just to win me. I didn’t scream. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I smiled, stayed quiet, and kept playing the perfect wife. Later, I slipped the divorce papers into a real estate contract and watched him sign without reading. Then I quietly registered a new identity. For the next three days, his absence—and her taunting messages—erased the last illusions I had about love. When my new identity finally went live, I walked away without looking back. Carrying his child. And disappearing from his world forever.

Zephyr stood with her head bent low and her hands clasped in front of her. His dark aura made cold sweat roll down her spine, and she felt herself trembling. She felt his ethereal dark gray eyes fall upon her, intensifying the urge to scurry away as he closed the distance between them. She tried to move backward, but her back pressed further into the wall, reminding her she had no place to run to. His larger frame towered over her as he placed one hand beside her head. Zephyr had seen many men, and she could confidently say none held a candle to Alpha Damon Alaric. Damon was handsome in every way, and if she didn't know better, she might have mistaken him for the devil. Zephyr shivered when his fingers grasped her chin and tilted it up to meet his dark gaze. "Zephyr…" Alpha Damon trailed off, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. Her heart raced as his thumb gently caressed her lips. "Didn't I tell you you're mine? How dare you let another man touch you?" His voice remained calm, but his eyes spoke volumes. Zephyr's heart skipped a beat when his hands moved to her bottom, gently caressing the soft flesh and stirring sinful desires within her. "Or do you want me to take you to my bed and remind you to whom you belong?" Zephyr Cyrus was the lowest of all kinds; even the Omegas easily trampled her because she was a slave. She had accepted her fate, knowing that denying it would only lead to death. However, everything began to change when the Alpha's shrewd eyes fell on her.

Mi hijo me pidió algo que no podía darle. —Solo tres oportunidades, mamá —susurró—. Si después de eso realmente no nos ama... nos iremos para siempre. Estaba hablando de su padre, Giovanni Romano, el heredero de un imperio mafioso y mi esposo solo de nombre. Él nunca nombró a mi hijo como suyo y no me dijo que me amaba ni una sola vez. En la primera oportunidad, a Giovanni le falló la memoria, en la segunda, mintió y en la tercera... rompió algo que ninguna disculpa podía arreglar. Así que empacamos nuestras maletas, tomé la mano de mi hijo y nos fuimos. Sin lágrimas ni despedidas, solo en silencio. La noche en que nuestro avión despegó, mi teléfono vibró. “Espera”, decía su mensaje. “Regresaré a casa”. Pero ya mi casa no estaba donde él estaba, sino donde mi hijo finalmente pudiera dormir sin llorar. Porque algunas promesas no se rompen, se destruyen, y algunas madres se cansan de esperar.

A vast barbaric army is on the march. One hardened captain and his elite commandos are the kingdom’s last hope… Jack fights to honor and avenge those who died under his command. Hunted by savage foes, with only his small band of soldiers for support, it’s a race against time to put an end to the Owlaw’ leader before he unleashes a devastating new attack that would destroy everything he’s fought and bled to protect. “What do you think a hero is? It’s just the right person in the right place making the right choice at the right time. Heroes aren’t born. They’re made.”

Trapped in a life of servitude, Andronika yearns for a destiny beyond gutting fish. A chance encounter with the enigmatic Tristan ignites a spark within her, but as shadows deepen, a web of deceit unravels. Betrayal, manipulation, and a ruthless Alpha Orion threaten to consume her. Forced to become a warlock princess and a lycan.Andronika fights for survival and honor. Bound to an Alpha she despises, she navigates a treacherous court, her heart torn between duty and desire. As she delves into the mysteries of her birth, a shocking truth emerges: she is not merely a pawn in a deadly game, but a force to be reckoned with. With every step, Andronika confronts her destiny, a path forged in blood and sacrifice. Betrayal, love, and the weight of a prophecy push her to the brink as Love and loyalty clash in a desperate struggle for freedom. Can she break free from the chains of fate and forge her own destiny? or will she be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her?

Serenity has been locked up in a miserable attic her entire childhood and into adulthood. She's never known the reason why. All she knows is that when she turns eighteen, she's meant to marry the Alpha's son Roland and only then will she be given back her freedom. She's learnt to be quiet and obey, to stay in her prison and watches as life passes by, no one lending a hand to help her gain her freedom back. But what happens when a lycan prince visits the pack and discovers she's his mate? What secret has her Alpha been keeping from her all this time? When her life is upended and the truth comes out, will she finally break free of her shackles and embrace the life she was meant to have?

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My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.

Elah's financial burden and Ethan's relentless ambition collide in a contract marriage. However, when deception gives way to passion, a secret family rivalry breaks out, compelling them to face their pasts. Love triumphs over revenge in a crucial struggle for the truth, and they join forces to rewrite their own fates. Can love triumph over betrayal? Can they build a future together while escaping the traps of their pasts?

Isla: Battles and Chaos. Blood and carnage. Who knew this would be my life, my destiny? A few months ago, I was in hiding, only to have everything turned upside down. My parents murdered in front of me. I ran from the monsters that took them, only to be captured and tortured. Unexpectedly rescued, only to be held captive again. Awaiting execution as the most hated of all creatures, and studied like a common lab rat, all under his command. The command of the one who's meant to both protect me and love me. Anders: Grappling with my duties to my pack and my desire for her, will I do what needs to be done or fight tooth and nail to keep what is mine?