Unchained Predator

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

SYNOPSIS “Please,” he sobbed, “please, I can’t—” “You can't what?” “I can't take it anymore!” “What do you want, Pretty boy? Tell me what you crave right now.” “Fuck me. Please. I need your d*ck in me right now.” —————— Lennon Kesler has always played by the rules—perfect grades, perfect image, perfect obedience… all to survive the iron grip of his homophobic father. But the moment he meets Professor Damian Grayson, the rules crumble. Tall, dark, and dangerously patient, Damian is the professor every student fears… and the man Lennon can’t stop imagining. When a reckless night at a secretive, high‑end club turns into a dangerously intimate encounter, Lennon discovers that the mysterious stranger who whispered his name in ecstasy… is his professor. Damian knows exactly how to push Lennon to the edge—and he has no intention of letting him go. What begins as a forbidden obsession spirals into a relentless game of desire, dominance, and secrets. Rumors, blackmail, and family threats threaten to tear them apart, yet the pull between predator and prey grows impossible to resist. In a world where power, lust, and obsession collide, Lennon must choose: deny who he is, or surrender completely… to Professor Grayson, his dangerous, possessive, and intoxicating favorite sin. Dark, taboo, and unrelentingly sexy, this MM romance will keep you on the edge of obsession.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient target for a cruel poker-room bet. The stakes? A vintage motorcycle. The duration? Thirty days of manufactured affection. Now, the countdown is ticking. Between the silk sheets of Jonathan’s penthouse and the shadows of the St. Jude’s library, the line between the game and reality is blurring. Jonathan is the predator who accidentally caught himself in his own trap, growing addicted to the very light he’s destined to extinguish. Benjamin is the lamb who is slowly realizing the wolf isn't just at the door—he’s in his bed. When the moon turns red and the thirty days are up, the truth will do more than just break Benjamin's heart. It will shatter his soul. One month of sweetness. A lifetime of ruin. In the game of hearts, the house always wins... and Jonathan Hayes never plays fair.

Blurb Luke Raygan is a man whispered about in fear. His empire was built from the ground up. The type that will chew your bones and spit them out, a predator to predators, the kind of devil that scares the demons away. So when his nonverbal autistic daughter disappears for hours, the last thing he expects is for her to come back entangled with a strange woman-the fiery stranger who slaps him for being an ungrateful father. Rheya has never been afraid of powerful men. She is observant and sees what other people miss, the loneliness and distress behind a little girl’s silence…the cracks beneath a tyrant’s control. And when Kendra clings to her like a safety net, Luke is forced to make an impossible choice: Keep this rebellious woman under his roof…or risk losing the only woman who his daughter trusts. His world is driven by rules, surveillance, control and possession – all of which Rheya defies. But the more Rheya helps Kendra integrate into the world-school,activities, small wins- the more Luke finds himself unraveling. Because the one thing he cannot resist no matter how hard he tries to control…his growing desire for her. And when she decides her work is done and it’s time to move on, Luke will experience a deeper fear than death and bloodshed…losing the only woman to defy him and show him warmth. In his empire of possession, obsession, and danger, the devil may have finally found his biggest weakness.

"You want me, Davina. You can deny it all you want. I will make you scream the truth." His voice, a guttural purr, slid over my skin, igniting a shameful, undeniable heat. His hot, possessive gaze consumed me, stripping me bare, making my body clench with fear and anticipation. I was trembling, aching, for a man who I should hat. The man that can destroy me. --- The anonymous call pulled Davina Wilson into a nightmare realm of carnal secrets and violence. Summoned to her estranged father's bedside, she found a brutal aftermath reeking of raw power. Malcolm's chilling dismissal and her stepmother's icy glare hinted at a depraved family darkness she'd never imagined. Then came Ezra, a formidable, unapologetically masculine force, unsettlingly aware of a past Davina had erased thirteen years ago—a past he was determined to excavate and brand as his own. Plunged into a dangerous underworld to shield her family, Davina found herself Ezra's captive. He hungered to devour her innocence, seeing a wild, unyielding lust he was determined to dominate and unleash. His possessive interest deepened into an all-consuming claim. He was the alpha predator she should flee, yet the forbidden craving was undeniable. As Davina navigated this treacherous landscape, the lines between captor and savage lover, threat and intoxicating surrender, blurred. An attraction so potent ignited, promising either her ultimate downfall or a dark, exhilarating damnation.

“I thought I was getting married to an innocent little angel but now I realize that you are nothing but a wolf in sheep clothing” Alpha Don Lorenzo snarled, as he strided towards me, his eyes blazing red. My heart raced, “Save me God” I prayed, moving backwards until my back collided with the wall. I was trapped, trapped between a vicious predator and the wall. He smirked at me, grabbed my waist and whispered sexily in my ear, “But you know what, I am even more obsessed with this evil version of you" She’s the black sheep of her family, a disappointment with a past she can’t outrun. But when her perfect twin sister, Caitlin, suffers a life-threatening injury, Cleopatra offers the only thing she has left to give: her own kidney. The price for the operation is paid by Alpha Don Lorenzo, a ruthless and cold mafia boss. He sees the woman he’s obsessed with and demands her hand in marriage. When Caitlin and her mate elope, the Montess family forces Cleopatra to step into the role of the perfect daughter and become the mafia don’s bride. Now, Cleopatra must navigate a life built on a lie, with a man who expects her to be everything she's not. But as secrets unravel and identities are revealed, Lorenzo must choose between the perfect lie he was given and the imperfect woman who stole his heart.

I met him in a place no sane woman should ever be in Blackgate Prison. As a prison therapist, I was trained to see danger. Every part of me screamed to stay away, but I couldn’t. He was a legend behind bars, Nikolai Sokolov, ruthless, untouchable, the leader of one of Russia’s most feared Mafia syndicates. Darkness clung to him like a second skin. The dim light carved his face into something sharp and dangerous. He looked at me, cold and unreadable, and held me in place with his gaze. “Who are you?” His voice was rough, heavy with threats and scars I couldn’t see. I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. And yet… a part of me felt at home in this danger, a shadow inside I had never admitted, one that hummed quietly at his presence. It was darkness like his, though he couldn’t know it. “I’m Dr. Korovin. I’m here to evaluate you.” The chains rattled as he shifted, a predator testing the limits of his cage. His lips curved, not into a smile, but into a warning. “My name is Nikolai,” he said slowly, deliberately, heavy with threat. “Remember it, Doctor.” I should have been scared. I should have run. But something inside me stirred, something dark, like him, and I didn’t yet understand it.

Born a "Latent" into a lineage of apex Alphas, Emily is a ghost in her own home. To her parents, she is a failed investment. To her twin brother, Ryan, she is a social stain to be scrubbed away by the boots of his cruel pack. At the Lycan Academy of Runes and Warfare, she is "The Hollowed"—a girl without a wolf, a student with a brilliant mind trapped in a body the Moonlight Law deems worthless. She has learned to survive in the shadows, nursing her bruises and burying her heart in ancient scrolls. Until the shadows start looking back. First come the messages. Cryptic. Protective. Signed by The Watcher. Then come the gifts—a flask of hot chocolate to dull the pain, a mountain-runner to escape a beating. For the first time in nineteen winters, someone isn't looking at Emily’s lack of a scent. They are looking at her. But the Academy is a meat grinder, and the Alphas are getting hungry. When Lucas Montgomery, the lethally handsome high-tier Alpha, corners her in the campus infirmary, the air doesn't just turn cold—it ignites. He is everything she should fear: rich, ruthless, and radiating a dominant Essence-Aura that makes her knees weak. He claims he wants her for her mind, but the way his hands bruise her waist and his teeth graze her pulse points tells a much darker, hungrier story. Trapped between a secret protector who haunts her phone and a silver-eyed predator who wants to break her on his bed, Emily is caught in a jagged crossfire of ancient pack rivalries and forbidden heat.

"Dylennn," she whispered as his lips trailed down her neck. "Avelynne,I killed you once, little wolf…” he whispered. His voice was a growl, ancient and broken. “And the Moon cursed me to spend eternity watching the world rot until I could love you right. You are mine little wolf, and no one in the entire universe will stop me from claiming you” "NOT EVEN YOUR BETHROTHAL HUSBAND!". ************ Seven centuries ago, a Lycan lost control and slaughtered the only soul he was born to protect. Now she’s back and she's reborn as the daughter of an Alpha and betrothed to his greatest enemy. Evelyn has always felt watched. Dreams of glowing eyes and whispered vows haunt her nights, and the shadows around her home feel alive. But when she meets her cold father’s best friend, Lord Dylen Wolfe, her world fractures. His voice, his scent, his touch... they awaken memories she shouldn’t have, they ignite desires she shouldn't crave. He’s a monster from history. The lover from her past life. And the predator who’s waited three thousand years for her return. As her forgotten memories resurface, so do the lies, the curses, and the war that tore their worlds apart. Because this time, if she remembers the truth… Will she accept his love or will the beast who once killed her have to do it again?…

My name is Drexton Blackthorn. This is my story. Twenty-one years ago, I witnessed the birth of a girl, born not in innocence but to fulfil my deadly quest. Her cries were a testament to the hate and fire burning inside me, a reminder of blood spilled... and blood owed. Her body was smeared with the sinful blood of her mother. She was born into the same family that annihilated mine. Ixora Castellan. Two years ago, she walked into the trap I spent decades designing. Then my game of torment began. It was supposed to be a simple game of hunt, predator and prey. I ruined her physically, twisted her mentally, but I failed to shatter her heart, and that failure ruined me. I fell for the woman who was born for my destruction. The truth was supposed to stay hidden forever, but someone else had to interfere. Secrets spilled. Blood followed, and I lost my Ixora. Eighteen months later, she returns, but I know she's not Ixora, my firefly. She is a shadow, wearing her face, body and identity. I don't know where my obsession is, dead or alive? For the first time, I am weak and powerless. I want her back. As long as she is alive, I will burn the world to find her. She is not just a part of my past; she is my present, and I will make her my future. She is a sin that I want. My Nemesis.