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"I bought you, Aurora… and now, you’re mine. Be my private dancer… dance only for me." For Aurora Brooks, love is a fake currency that doesn’t buy bread. Love didn’t save her Momy from her Daddy’s violent grip, and it didn’t pay off the gambling debts chasing them. The only way to survive is money—and money is found in one place: on the stage of Roth’s Night Club, where she sells her dance to the rich to buy her family’s safety. But one night in Alexander Roth’s private suite changed everything. Alexander isn’t just a billionaire; he’s the port’s emperor, a cold widower with power that makes men tremble and women kneel. He offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse: "I will be your protection… in exchange for becoming my private possession." Aurora thought she had escaped her Daddy’s hell, only to find herself in a golden prison ruled by a man who refuses to touch her but watches her every breath with deadly jealousy. A man who worships the memory of his late wife yet hunts Aurora with looks that burn her skin. But the real shock wasn’t in his darkness… it was in his identity. When Aurora discovers that the “beast” sleeping in the next room—the man she signed her ownership contract to—is the same man who is her sister’s fiancé’s Daddy. He is the fever who will stand at her sister’s wedding to bless the family… while secretly forcing her to be his private dancer behind closed doors. Now, Aurora is trapped in a forbidden game. If she runs, she destroys her sister’s future. If she stays, she loses her soul to a forbidden man.

She was his rejected mate. Now she doesn't remember him at all. Brynn Hollis has spent three years as Alpha Dax Thorne's wife in name only. A rogue with no pack, no family, no status, she has endured his cold shoulders, his empty bedroom, and his public indifference—all while secretly loving the fated mate who looks at her like she ruined his life. When a pregnancy test reveals two pink lines, Brynn dares to hope. A baby could change everything. An heir could finally make Dax see her. But hope shatters the night she walks into a pack party and finds Dax celebrating with his ex-girlfriend. In front of dozens of wolves, he humiliates her. He admits he married her only for the powerful offspring fated mates can produce. And when Sera Voss raises her glass in a cruel toast—"To the womb with legs"—Dax does nothing to stop her. Heartbroken and fleeing into the October night, Brynn loses control of her car on a mountain pass. She wakes up three days later in the pack hospital with no memory of her husband, her marriage, or the life she left behind. Dax doesn't believe her amnesia is real. He's certain the desperate rogue who once begged for his attention is now playing an elaborate game. But as he watches this quiet, composed stranger move through his pack—offering kindness to omegas, settling disputes with unexpected wisdom, and carrying his unborn child without fear—he finds himself drawn to her in ways he never was before. And Brynn, with nothing left to lose, begins to discover a strength she never knew she had. But when her memories return, will she forgive the Alpha who broke her—or will she take his heir and disappear forever?

He rejected me in front of everyone, called my bloodline poison then destroyed me. Five years ago, Cassian Vandenberg, billionaire Alpha of the Obsidian Pack publicly shredded our mating bond during the ceremony, condemning me as the daughter of the rogue wolf who massacred his family. What he didn't know: I was already carrying his child from a night neither of us remembers. Now he's back with a contract: pretend to be his mate for one year to break the curse destroying his empire, and he'll fund my failing sanctuary. I agree, not for the money, but for access to the pack that destroyed my father's name. Finally, I can get my revenge. Simple, professional and purely business. Except someone is hunting in the shadows. Wolves circle my sanctuary at night. His ex-fiancée watches me with calculating eyes, his uncle offers sympathies that taste like poison and Cassian's brother keeps leaving cryptic warnings: Trust no one especially family. Cassian thinks I'm hiding something, he's right. Because our daughter isn't just powerful she's impossible and the curse is killing his empire? It's not about business, it's about blood. His blood, my blood and the monster who's been pulling the strings since before we were born. Some secrets are buried for protection while others are buried because when they surface, they don't just burn they consume everything. He wanted a fake mate to save his legacy, I needed access to destroy mine. Neither of us expected the past to have claws or for the real monster to be someone we love. The rejection was just the beginning. About the truth? It's so much worse than either of us imagined.

What’s worse than catching your boyfriend cheating? Falling into bed with a billionaire to get revenge… and ending up pregnant. ***** Daphne thought the worst part of her week was walking in on her boyfriend tangled up with someone else. she was wrong. The real humiliation? Facing them both the very next day at her art exhibition—with the other woman on his arm. As if curating the biggest show of her career wasn’t stressful enough, now she’s stuck smiling through the pain while her ex flaunts betrayal in front of billionaires and buyers who could make or break her future. But when her ex gets a little too smug, and the crowd watches a little too closely, Daphne makes a snap decision. She grabs the nearest man. Kisses him like she means it. And pretends she didn’t just burn every bridge behind her. Only… the man she uses to deliver her revenge? He’s pasha. Reclusive billionaire. Art-world kingmaker. And the man about to drop five million dollars at the auction. One night with him was supposed to be reckless and forgettable. It turns out to be unforgettable—for all the wrong reasons. Because weeks later, Daphne’s world tilts again. She’s pregnant. And the baby’s father is a man who’s never let anyone close… and isn’t used to losing control. Now she’s caught in a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and consequences—where love was never part of the plan, but fate has other ideas. And the closer Pasha gets, the harder it becomes to remember who used who first. He gave her one night. She gave him an heir. But what happens when the fallout costs more than they’re both willing to pay?

"You are not her!" Alaric hisses darkly, his fingers enclosing around my exposed throat, claws grazing my skin. A little pressure... just a little, and I would be dead. "No... I am not..." I admit with difficulty. I only look similar to the deceased Luna supreme, I can never truly replace her. But if I am going to have any chances of survival, I need Alaric's claim... and I am hell bent on getting it. "Yet..." Alaric whispers, his husky voice trailing off. I smell his arousal, thick in the air... attesting to everything he would not admit. That despite knowing I am just a doppelganger, he still craves me... "Yet...?" I question slowly but I barely get the words out when a hand cups me between my thighs. I gasp in a mix of surprise and burning desire. "F*ck!" Alaric hissed at the feel of my arousal. "The only words you will say in my presence Kyra...is the chanting of my name." Alaric clarifies. "You wish to see me go mad, woman? I shall abide." He whispers. ~~~~~~~~~~ On the very night Kyra discovers Alpha Mikos is her mate, her heart shatters as she watches him bond with her cousin and bestow the title of Luna to another woman. The reason is simple, Kyra is a weak wolf born without an element. Or so everyone thought... On that same night, in a bid to protect her chastity, Kyra manifests an element many years too late, but it is not just any element...it is the rare fire element. Kyra's sudden and out of control discovery of her element leads to the death of Mikos's father, terrified for her life and Mikos's wrath, Kyra escapes pack lands only to be captured by unknown wolves led by a terrifying monster.

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.

“Hot.” “It…it is so hot in here,” pressing her hands to her temples, she stuttered. “I meant you.” … She was born an omega without a wolf, unwanted, unclaimed, and hidden away like a shame no one wanted to remember. To her family, Elsa was not a daughter, but a mistake. A painful reminder better kept out of sight. In the werewolf world, turning eighteen is a dream. Candidates are chosen from each family and only those who qualify are admitted at the Elite Werewolf Academy, a brutal place where power is worshipped, cruelty is law, and the weak exist only to serve. Alphas are treated like gods. After eighteen years of isolation, Elsa is admitted into the academy alongside her flawless step-sister. She arrives with one goal. To stay invisible, survive, and leave without being noticed. But her resolve shatters the moment she meets Jake, the school’s prized Alpha, who is also her step-sister’s boyfriend. Hot, dangerous, and impossibly powerful, Jake’s blue-grey eyes follow Elsa from the moment they meet… and they never stop. From the moment they cross paths, something feels wrong in a way Elsa can’t ignore. Jake watches her too closely. Notices her too much. And no matter how hard she tries to avoid him, he keeps showing up, inside her room, in empty hallways, in moments that feel far too private to be harmless. Elsa knows better than to want him. Loving your sister’s boyfriend isn’t just forbidden, it is unforgivable. If anyone finds out, she won’t just lose her place at the academy. But the more Jake draws closer, the harder it becomes to pretend she feels nothing. Because some loves aren’t just forbidden…they come with consequences no one survives unchanged.

When Wakely transfers to a new university, she has one goal: keep her head down, finish her final credits, and get out. The plan is simple: stay invisible, avoid drama, and leave behind her abusive past. But the moment she steps onto campus, she has no idea what is about to happen to her. She quickly crosses paths with Cora, a bold, orange-haired wild card who takes Wakely under her wing. Cora introduces her to the unspoken hierarchy that rules the school, warning her about the campus “gods”: the Walker brothers. Sinfully attractive, effortlessly powerful, and notoriously cruel, the Walkers are known as much for their charm as for their dangerous pranks. Students either worship them or fear them. Wakely? She wants nothing to do with them. But Waylon Walker, the darkest of the three, has other plans. Unlike the others, Wakely doesn’t care about his reputation. She doesn’t flirt. She doesn’t chase. And she certainly doesn’t fall for arrogant boys with too much control. That only makes her more fascinating to him. What begins as curiosity spirals into obsession. Waylon watches her, follows her, learns everything he can—and slowly starts crossing lines no one’s ever dared to before. As their worlds collide, Wakely finds herself drawn into a twisted game of desire, secrets, and violence. Her carefully buried past begins to unravel when she discovers that her abusive father holds a far darker secret. A secret that she was unaware of, that could change her life forever. Now, with the weight of betrayal, obsession, and legacy pressing down on them, Wakely must decide whether to run from the danger or face it head-on, with Waylon at her side. And some secrets are never meant to be uncovered.

*Emily 🖤* Just one night. That’s all it was supposed to be. I never knew one night could change everything. Could burn through every wall I’ve built. Could leave me craving someone I should’ve walked away from. He’s handsome—dark in the way shadows linger even when the lights are on. Powerful. Dangerous. Magnetic. Everyone says he’s a hero. That he’s the man who takes down the monsters hiding in plain sight. But he doesn’t look like the hero to me. Not when I’ve seen the way he watches me. Not when I’ve felt the way his hands command and control. There’s something he’s not telling me. Something I shouldn’t have seen… something I can’t unfeel. And now my sister is involved — and that’s when the truth dawned. This isn't just danger. It's a storm. I should run. He’s mafia. I’m just a college girl with a sharp tongue, a guarded heart——and one secret. I’m not built for his world. But near him, all the strength I thought I had crumbles. I’m bold. I don’t bend. But with him, I shatter. And the worst part? I don’t want to be saved from it. I want him. All of him — the light, the dark, the secrets, the sins. But one thing I know for sure: Love like this? It always ends in blood. *Xavier.* ⬛ One night. That’s all it took. She thinks it was nothing, but from the moment I saw her, I knew. She was mine—her body, her mind, her chaos. She cracked the Omertà file. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already in my world. In my world… There’s no way out. ---

“Stop this God forsaken wedding!!” I boom, my voice resonating through the halls of the church. Murmurs fill the air as eyes turn to me, dressed in nothing but rags. My grip tightens on the bat in my right hand. How dare they? How dare he? My eyes burn as I match forward, my body trembling with rage. “Clara, what–” His words are barely out before I send my hand forward, swinging the bat at him. Thick red blood spurts out as screams fill the air. ~~~~~ Clara Anthony thought it was love when she took the fall for a theft her husband committed just a few weeks after she gave birth. Thought she was doing the right thing for him, for them, but she was wrong because on the day she came out three years later, she found out he was getting married to her best friend of ten years. Her whole world shatters as she watches her best friend take her life, her husband, and her daughter. Left with nothing but pain and a deep ache for revenge. She teams up with the one person she swore never to look at again, the one person everyone thought was dead. Spencer Anthony, twin to her husband and her first love, the same man who left her without a word. Now he is back from the dead, not as the same man she once knew, but a cold, heartless mafia man who wants nothing but destruction. As Spencer offers her a chance to reclaim her life and daughter. Filled with nothing but hate, she takes up the offer, determined to make everyone pay. But what she didn't know when going close to Spencer was that when dining with the devil, you use a long spoon.