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Evelyn found herself seeking asylum under his umbrella after her Pack was destroyed by werewolf hunters, a human organization on a mission to eradicate all werewolves. All she wanted was a safe place to stay and Silvermoon Pack proved to be the perfect place as it was the strongest Pack in the region with a fearless Alpha who agreed to take her under his protection. However, fate had other things in plan for Evelyn as she discovered she was this fearless Alpha’s fated mate. He swore to himself never to love a woman and never to have a Luna by his side. To him, loving a woman was a weakness and as the fearless and powerful Alpha that he is, he doesn't want to give room for weakness. He's the most revered Alpha in his region and he saw women as betrayals who are worth nothing more than objects of pleasure! As if the Moon Goddess was on his side, there was no mate fated to him — until she arrived. Will he accept her as his mate or will he reject her? Will she be able to change his view on how he sees women? What other adversaries stand in their way?

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.

After witnessing her mother being killed in cold blood at the tender age of 8, Alice Francesco sets herself on a mission to find and seek revenge on the mafia responsible for her mother’s death. Alice had thought her mission would be without any loopholes, but everything changed when she crossed paths with Zade Vicenzo, the Don of the Vicenzo mafia empire.

Niccolo Rossi, my five-year-old son, accidentally wanders into the location where an underground firearms transaction between mafia forces is being conducted. He ends up dying from the gunfire there. Upon receiving the bad news, I collapse immediately. When I wake up, my husband, Luca Rossi, wears a guilty look. He takes my hand and comforts me, "Elena, Niccolo's death is a misunderstanding. Everyone thought he was a spy belonging to the enemy forces, so they started a crossfire with each other." In the middle of the night, I overhear his conversation with his assistant, Marco Giordano. "Don Rossi, Niccolo was still alive, but why did you order for the medics to stop treating him?" Marco sounds very confused. "Niccolo's injuries are far too grave. He'll just end up being a burden to us even if he survives," Luca says sorrowfully. "Besides, I've already promised Gina that the next heir of the Rossi family can only be our illegitimate son, Lorenzo. Now's the best time to arrange for the swap. No one will ever suspect a thing." "But… what should we do about Mrs. Rossi?" Marco sounds worried. "I'll deal with her." Luca's voice becomes calm. "I'll bring Lorenzo over and claim that he's an orphan from the orphanage. Since Elena has just lost Niccolo, she'll definitely raise Lorenzo as her own son. It's a win-win situation for us." As I lie on the hospital bed, I can only cover my mouth in agony to stop myself from sobbing out loud. Niccolo's death wasn't an accident at all. He was still alive, and yet Luca allowed him to die for the sake of his own bastard son! I dig out the high-explosive ammunition core data that my father has given to me prior to his death, which was once the most sought after item in the entire mafia underworld of the east coast. Then, I dial the hotline belonging to the Gambino family, which is the biggest mafia family in Novaro. "I can give you the core data under one condition—I want the Rossi family to disappear from the face of Earth in three days."

He's cold and ruthless and one of the most feared alphas in this new world where the werewolves rule. He cares about nothing, and no one can break through the formidable defence he's built around himself- that is until he met her! Nancy is just an average human girl and in this new world dominated by the werewolves, that's a code for 'target for lab rat'. An agency is taking the few surviving humans into custody for experimenting on genetic coding and gene modification. Problem is, she's been spotted on the agency's radar while snooping around and helping an injured wolf and now she needs protection from them. Throw in an alpha who's bent on paying his debt to her for more reasons than one by taking her under his protection, and buried secrets that will rear its ugly head soon and change every truth Nancy has ever known and you'll have yourself a story you'd want to read. Will their love story survive or will there be too much for either of them to handle.

Iris Maeve Hanson is a thousand-year-old tribrid running from her demons. So, when the heart-throb Dragon Alpha Alfonso Dominic McBlaze, who has been waiting a thousand years for his fated mate sets his eyes on her, all he sees is a wilding who doesn't look like being capable of ruling the shifters which is Dom's future. He asks his men to find everything about her with every intention to reject her. But what he finds about her, changes everything. With a newfound purpose in life to protect his tortured mate from her Psycho Werewolf Foster-Brother, finding no way out, Dom kidnaps Iris and brings her to his family castle. How will Iris take the news of a mate, when she has a huge secret weighing on her conscience? How will Dom help Iris heal mentally from a millennium of PTSD? Will their love survive when the villain is relentless and no moral boundary holds him? Is The Final War inevitable? * Read the unveiling of the deepest, darkest secrets as the past comes knocking on the door. Ride along on this crazy ride of supernatural animal shifters surrounded by vampires in a world of witches, magic, humans, werewolves, and most important of all DRAGONS! A ride of revenge, conspiracies, love, desire, passion, pleasure, pain, paranoia, and secrets. ~~TRIGGER WARNING!!!~~ This book may contain elements of war, torture, PTSD, and depression. It has some descriptions of gore, murder, sexual innuendoes, and psychopathic behaviors. Proceed with discretion.

I’d just set sail to escort the cargo to the border when a Category 8 typhoon warning suddenly blared. I steer the ship back in the direction of the harbor, only to realize that the ship has run out of fuel. The distress beacon has been dismantled, too. Immediately, I pick up the radio and call the maritime rescuers for help. As soon as the call gets connected, I hear my wife, Melanie Watkins' mocking laughter instead. "I've already rewired the emergency number so that you can never reach the rescuers. Have fun surviving in the ocean!" Her student, Darell Parker, is with her as well. "Remember when you made fun of me for not knowing how to swim, Clifton? Well, now you're given the chance to show off your swimming skills! You can swim all the way back to the shore on your own! You'd better not be as slow as the sea turtles!" The waves have almost capsized the cargo ship. If I can't get rescued anytime soon, I'll end up dying in the sea. I can only grit my teeth before pleading to Melanie, "No one can possibly swim back to shore! Help me call the maritime rescuers—" But she laughs coldly in return. "Why do you need the rescuers' help? Didn't you say one must learn how to protect themselves? Now swim! "If you think the waters are too cold, then swim faster! Maybe you'll feel warmer the faster you swim!" I give up on arguing with Melanie. After that, I head toward the cargo area with a blade in hand and get ready to sever the ropes tying the cargo down. Said cargo contains the ransom money that's capable of saving Ella Zimmerman, the daughter of Hugh Zimmerman, the wealthiest man in Starbury.

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Institute—and the only person in the world with real deep-sea rescue experience. When my younger brother's submarine went down and he called for help from 35,000 feet below, I hung up on him. Then, calm and unhurried, I went straight to the police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research data. A few minutes later, my father called, furious. "Your brother's life is hanging by a thread—where the hell are you?! I demand you to get to the site and save him right now, or you won't see a single penny of the family fortune!" I pulled the blanket over myself and said into the phone, perfectly composed, "Busy. Don't bother me—I'm trying to sleep."

"Tell me you don’t feel the same way," Xavier murmured, his dark eyes locked on mine. "Tell me you don’t feel your heart racing every time you see me. Tell me you don’t think about me for hours, imagining things… imagining me touching you. Tell me you don’t feel jealous when you see me with another girl who isn’t you." He stepped closer, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. "Tell me, Princess," he whispered. My throat went dry. My words stuttered. "I… I don’t feel anything for you," I barely managed. "You're such a terrible liar," he said, his grin darkening. ••• Everything changed the night my father died. Six months later, my mother’s whirlwind engagement brought me here — to his mansion, to his world, to him. Xavier Knight: arrogant, reckless and rebellious. The one person I shouldn’t want. The one person I can’t stop noticing. He’s not supposed to be mine. I’m not supposed to want him. And yet… every glance, every word, every heartbeat pulls me closer to danger.

On the fourth day after our son died, I decided to end my military marriage. Before that, I spent three days taking care of what remained of him. On the first day, I tricked my wife into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to my son's school and collected the textbooks he never had the chance to use. On the third day, I prepared a table full of his favorite dishes and begged my wife to come home so we could celebrate his birthday one last time. She agreed. Then she turned around, claimed she had a mission, and spent the entire night setting off fireworks with her childhood sweetheart. That night, I sat beside my son's memorial photo and ate alone. The next day, she came home looking guilty and handed me a brand new backpack. She said it was a gift for our son to use at school. She did not know that our child would never live to see his first day of school.