Tasha Smith Siblings

For five years, my relationship with Vampire Lord Dominic had endured every trial set by my grandfather—the reigning Vampire King. He had finally been prepared to pass the Vampire King’s throne to me— until the truth surfaced: my bond with Dominic was never real. The Sterling family’s wealth—worth hundreds of billions—and the Vampire King’s crown could be inherited by me alone. “Miss Sterling,” the Council archivist informed me coldly,“the Blood Registry confirms that your Blood Bond was formally dissolved one year ago.” “Dominic Costa’s registered Bloodbound Consort is… Ava Morgan.” “You are currently listed as unbound.” “Which means,” the message concluded,“Lord Dominic Costa is disqualified from inheriting the Sterling family’s assets, titles, or the Vampire King’s throne.” Ava Morgan.Dominic Costa’s human companion. I stared at the message sent by the Sterling Council Elders, unable to steady my breathing. So all these years—his devotion, his exclusivity, the affection he claimed was meant for me alone— had been nothing but a carefully constructed lie. I had planned to tell him about my pregnancy on the fifth anniversary of our Blood Bond. After all, for five years of marriage, this child had been the future we both claimed to long for. But now, it was clear—perhaps he had never been waiting for a child at all. I rested my hand against my abdomen and thought quietly: my twins do not need a father to exist. As for a man who built our love on deception— the only thing left for me to do is to leave.

"Will you reject me?" I asked lowly, ignoring the huge lump that had formed in my throat. I could only fight back my tears as they burned my eyes. His green eyes were like orbs of ice, piercing into my soul. It was glazed and cold, yet seemed to have a lot of secrets hidden in it. "Reject you?...I am cursed. You won't survive being my mate. I advice you kill yourself before I do it myself." He muttered silently and walked away immediately. Ella was the alpha's daughter. She was the supposed heir and first female Alpha of the pack after her parents failed to bear another child, but her life went sour. She was abhorred, rejected, and termed a demon by her father and entire pack after she murdered her mother on the day of her supposed first shift. Her life became more hellish as her father got another woman as his second mate and also abducted the Beta's daughter. She believed her finding and meeting her mate would bring the end of her suffering, but when she was faced with her fated mate, the cursed Lycan prince who stared back at her with contempt, irritation and hatred, her last hope became bleak. Ella was thrown into his arms as another prey to be devoured and everyone believed it was a death sentence. She was his third mate and next to get killed by his beast just as his curse demands. But when no one expected it, the unimaginable happened.

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die. When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything. Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire. But none of it brought me back.

“Run, Lylah! Run before they decide death suits you better!” Cast out. Betrayed. Branded as the enemy. Once the cherished daughter of Beta Dalton, Lylah Crossbow’s life crumbled when her father was executed for treason he never committed. Branded an outcast and scorned by her own pack, Lylah endures cruelty and isolation under her aunt’s oppressive rule. Her only comfort? Ethan, a fellow omega equally cast aside. But destiny doesn’t care about social rank or shattered hearts. It rips Lylah from the shadows and throws her into the merciless spotlight when a disastrous mating ball reveals her as the fated mate of Alpha Harris. Rejected and exiled, Lylah finds herself wandering the wilds, fighting for survival. Yet salvation comes from the most unexpected place—a ruthless pack ruled by a man thought dead. Lylah must navigate betrayal, ambition, and a war threatening to engulf everything she once knew. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, Lylah must find the strength to rise from the ashes of her past. Because this time, she’s not just fighting for herself. She’s fighting for revenge. And she’s not fighting alone.

All of Italy knew Kayson Moretti was obsessed with me. He was the untouchable Don of the Moretti family, a man who never lost control in public, yet he broke every rule for me. He declared his love at a gathering of the most powerful mafia families in the country, then bought an entire private island just to build me a glass-domed garden when he proposed. For years, he laid the world at my feet—power, jewels, territory, status. If I wanted something, Kayson didn’t promise it. He made it mine. That was why everyone believed I was the luckiest woman in Italy. They were wrong. Because the same man who swore he would die for me was sleeping with his private secretary behind my back. Worse, he got her pregnant. The day she sent me her ultrasound, their bed photos, and every intimate secret she thought would destroy me, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I erased every trace I had ever left in his world. My name. My accounts. My records. My past. I staged my death. I let the world believe I had died in a private jet crash.

I was the perfect wife. The Senator’s daughter. The woman who smiled while her world burned. For three years, I played the part. I ignored the lipstick on my husband’s collar, the late nights, and the cold indifference. I accepted the "open marriage" I never asked for, just to keep the peace. But peace is a lie. And tonight, I’m done playing by the rules. One night of rebellion at the city’s most exclusive underground club was supposed to be my escape. Instead, it was a collision course with the past. The Mercer Brothers. Silas, the ruthless king. Dante, the violent enforcer. Julian, the beautiful psychopath. They were my brother’s best friends. The men who warned me to stay away. The monsters who run this city from the shadows. Six years ago, they told me to run. Tonight, they blocked the exit. I thought the night couldn't get worse—until I went home and found out the truth. My husband didn't just cheat on me. He gambled me away. He owes the Mercers millions, and he just offered me as the collateral. Now, I belong to them. They say they want to protect me. They say they want to ruin me for anyone else. Silas commands. Dante breaks. Julian corrupts. I thought I was walking into a prison, but as the walls close in, I realize the terrifying truth: I’m not the victim in this story. I’m the weapon they’ve been waiting for.

Max was resigned to the fact that he was never going to meet his fated mate. He was reaching close to 30 now and his pack was pressuring him to take a chosen mate. Everyone was more than aware that moon madness was only just around the corner. That is until he met her, the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor though. She wasn't a Werewolf. Can Max sweep her off her feet the conventional way before he loses his mind? Will the neighboring packs realize his fated mate is human and dispose of her, sealing Max's fate and putting his pack up for the taking? or will she run as soon as he shares his secret with her?

For years, Raven survived the Gonzales crime family’s control. But just as her debt nears its end, she’s forced into marriage with Marcus Gonzales—their dangerous, magnetic heir. Marcus breaks rules, rivals, and women. But he doesn’t want Raven broken. He wants her consumed. When a long-buried secret tied to her father’s death resurfaces, Raven becomes the key to a war between syndicates. And as Marcus’s obsession turns to something darker than love, she must decide if she’ll run from the monster… or rule beside him.

Am Tag meiner eigenen Hochzeit war ich nicht die Braut. Die Zeremonie, auf die ich fünf Jahre lang gewartet hatte, wurde zur Farce, als Valentina, meine Schwester, den Marmorgang entlangschritt. Sie trug ein weißes Brautkleid. Ihren Arm hatte sie bei Luca eingehakt, dem Mann, der eigentlich am Altar auf mich hätte warten sollen. „Es tut mir leid, Bianca“, sagte sie leise. „Aber heute bist du nicht mehr die Braut.“ Dann legte sie eine Hand auf ihren Bauch, die Augen voller triumphierender Genugtuung. „Ich bin schwanger. Mit dem Kind von Don Romano.“ Ihre Worte explodierten in meinem Kopf. Die Welt um mich herum verstummte. Als hätte sie Angst, ich würde ihr nicht glauben, hob sie etwas Glänzendes ins Licht. Ein schwarz-weißes Ultraschallbild. Darauf war klar zu erkennen: Schwangerschaftsalter – 12 Wochen. Meine Augen brannten vor Tränen, als ich mich zu Luca umdrehte und verzweifelt nach irgendetwas suchte. Nach einem Widerspruch. Einer Erklärung. Reue. Doch er seufzte nur, müde und ergeben. „Bianca, es tut mir leid“, sagte er hilflos. „Valentina hat nicht mehr viel Zeit. Diese Hochzeit… sie ist ihr letzter Wunsch.“ „Ich mache es wieder gut“, fügte er hinzu. „Wir können später eine andere Hochzeit haben.“ Hinter ihm stand mein Vater Moretti. Mit demselben strengen Blick, den er mein ganzes Leben lang getragen hatte. Ich hatte ihn nie für mich lächeln sehen. Nicht ein einziges Mal. „Bianca“, sagte er scharf, „deine Schwester stirbt. Lass ihr das.“ Mein Bruder nickte nur wortlos, als wäre das Antwort genug. Mein ganzes Leben lang hatten sie sich für sie entschieden. Für ihre Tränen, ihre Launen, ihre Bedürfnisse. Nie für meine. Heute war es nicht anders. Etwas in mir zerbrach lautlos. Gut. Wenn sich in dieser Familie niemand um mich schert, dann gehe ich.

Quatre années de mariage. Sa seule signature m'a rendue libre. Il n'a jamais su ce qu'il signait. Je suis Sophie Moreau, l'épouse invisible de Julien Moreau, héritier de la famille mafieuse la plus puissante de la ville. Mais le jour où Victoria, son amour d'enfance, brillante et privilégiée, est revenue, j'ai enfin compris : je n'avais toujours été qu'une passagère. Alors, j'ai joué mon dernier coup. J'ai glissé les papiers sur son bureau — un divorce habilement déguisé en simples formulaires universitaires. Julien a signé sans même y jeter un second regard, sa plume griffonnant la page avec autant de désinvolture qu'il en avait eu pour notre mariage. Il n'a pas vu qu'il mettait fin à notre mariage. Mais je suis partie avec bien plus que ma liberté. Sous mon manteau, je portais l'héritier qu'il n'avait jamais imaginé… un secret qui pourrait le détruire le jour où il comprendrait ce qu'il avait perdu. À présent, Julien, qui ne m'avait jamais remarquée, retourne le monde pour me retrouver. Du sommet de son penthouse jusqu'aux bas-fonds, il fouille chaque recoin, soulève chaque pierre. Sauf que je ne suis pas une proie apeurée qui attend qu'on la capture. Je me suis reconstruite hors de sa portée — là où aucun membre de Moreau ne peut me suivre. Cette fois, je ne supplierai pas pour son amour. C'est lui qui suppliera pour le mien.