Unscramble Touched

He said I was too weak to stand beside him. Adrian Thorn - my fated mate, my first love rejected me before the entire pack. I remember his words more clearly than his touch: “You’re not the Luna I need.” So I did what every broken Omega does. I ran. I hid my smell, my heart, and my dreams of ever being his. But fate is cruel. Because when Kieran, his cousin, the exiled heir, the playboy Alpha with danger in his smile returned, everything I’d buried came roaring back to life. He saw me. Not the weak Omega I’d been told I was, but the woman who could bring an Alpha to his knees. And when he touched me… my wolf didn’t shrink. She claimed. Now Adrian wants me back. Kieran wants me too. And the pack? They want blood. Because what none of them know is that I carry a secret one that could crown the next Alpha… or destroy the entire Moonlight Crown pack. He refused me. But I’m the one fate chose. When love turns to war, who will I betray the mate who broke me, or the Alpha who burns for me?

Sierra Bennett thought she was doing her father a favor—fake dating his star hockey player to buy him time with the pack elders. One dinner. A few public appearances. Simple. Then she touched rival alpha Sebastian Crane and had a vision of blood on ice. Suddenly, Sierra discovers she's not human. She's a late-blooming wolf with psychic abilities, and Asher Kane isn't just her fake boyfriend, he's her destined mate. But Sebastian knows her secret. He knows she's actually his niece through her mother's hidden Silvermoon bloodline. And he's willing to use pack law, blackmail, and a death challenge to claim both Blackpine territory and Sierra for himself. Now Sierra has four days to master her wolf abilities, learn to play college hockey, and decide if she's ready to complete a mate bond that will change her life forever. Because when Sebastian moves the challenge up and her own mother's betrayal puts everyone at risk, Sierra must choose: run from the destiny she never wanted, or fight for the mate she's falling for. Some bonds are worth fighting for. Even if it means facing the monster who shares your blood.

"You think I am a fool?" he whispered in my ear, coming closer. He was pissing me off. "Why the hell do you want to marry me?" I gritted my teeth. He touched my cheeks, and something flashed in his eyes. "No," I said, stepping back, keeping space between us. He was about to speak, but I cut him off. "I will not marry you." ********************** Gurans lives a very depressing life with her parents, who don't have any love for her. With the continuous hatred from her parents and frustration from her own life, she tries to end it. Her suicide attempt turns into another failure in her life as she finds herself in a stranger's house. She tries to leave the house but as the stranger doesn't let her go she starts to believe that she was kidnapped.  Tired of her questions, the stranger puts out a deal for her. Although the details of the deal have not been fully revealed, for her freedom, she accepts it. Finally, she gets free from his hold, but it's not long before he comes to claim her back. Once they start to live together the truth of the deal is slowly revealed turning her life upside down. Cover credit - ** Art Created by ImperialSkyGod using Midjourney **

I’ve spent my whole life pretending I’m ordinary—because in a world ruled by Alphas, ordinary is the only kind of safe. Then Adam Blackwood stepped out of the forest with silver eyes and blood on his hands… and decided I belonged to him. I should have run. I tried. But the moment he touched me, something in my veins woke up—something ancient and hungry and wrong to the people who want power they can’t control. When I brought him back from death with my hands shaking and my heart breaking, the pack whispered the truth I’ve been denying my entire life: Healer. Now every Alpha with a grudge wants me. Some want my body. Some want my gift. Some want me on my knees, bound in ritual and blood, while they carve my fate into stone. And the worst part? Adam will burn the world down before he lets them take me. But loving an Alpha isn’t safe. Trusting him could ruin me. And if my power keeps growing—if the moon’s voice in my head is telling the truth—then I’m not just fighting for my life anymore. I’m fighting for my daughter. And for the bond that could either save us… or damn us both.

Morrigan Ryker's life has never been peaceful or quiet but she has always had her freedom. As a rogue werewolf she ran through forests and valleys freely, never staying in one place for too long. That is until one day she falls into a trap laid for rogue wolves by the Veil Fang pack. Zephyr Dusk is the Alpha of the Veil Fang pack, a cold-hearted and ruthless man. Everything Morrigan had tried so hard to avoid was all dumped on her,like a bucket of ice cold water,the moment Zephyr Dusk touched her. There was also Celeste Everleigh, Zephyr's ex-girlfriend and wannabe Luna. Who would do anything to make Zephyr hers again and become the Luna of Veil Fang pack. She was a rogue wolf who just wanted to spend her days running free and wild, without responsibilities or obligations. As the secrets behind her extraordinary abilities are unveiled she's faced with many questions about her parents’ identities. With her freedom at stake and a curse hanging over her head could she trust and accept the bond? If she kept running would she stay safe? And with another cunning woman in Zephyr's life is she willing to risk her peace and sanity just to be with him?

Isabella Martinez's father died when she was eighteen years old. She had been separated from her mother at an early age and had no knowledge of the business her mother was involved in with her new husband. After her father's death, she is pushed into her mother's world, where she meets her husband and her husband's son, Alex. Alex is unlike any male she has ever encountered; he is cruel and demanding. He's harsh and intimidating. Alex was known to instill dread in individuals merely by glancing at them. Isabella is unaware that he is the world's most dreaded Mafia Don. Alex claims Isabella is his own the instant his eyes meet hers. Her stepbrother is a womanizer who astonished everyone when he claimed Isabella. Isabella is terrified and despairing; will she learn to accept her stepbrother into her heart? She shouted out, "Y-You can't do that." ❝You are my brother.❞ He chuckled at her as his fingers gripped her tiny lace underwear. ❝I am not your brother, neonata.❞ His lips were on her neck, nibbling her skin and moving down to her breast. ❝ Why are you doing this? She asked, biting her lip as his tongue touched her bud. ❝ Because you are mine.

This novel contains mature themes intended for adult readers only! ----------- "Dean," I cried out his name. He shushed me quickly with a finger to my lips. "Quiet. Not a sound." His thick fingers slammed deep into my soaking wet pussy, curling against my G-spot while I moaned like a total slut and bucked my hips desperately. I was dripping, quivering, about to explode all over his hand. ----------- Years ago, Alex Chen watched a sex movie and was enchanted by the actor. She wanted to be touched by him. From then on, she harbored an intense, secret crush on the 46 year old famous actor signed under her mother's management. But she buried the feeling the day he married her mother. And she disappeared from his life entirely. Now she’s back for her mother’s funeral, only to learn that her inheritance comes with impossible conditions; She must live in the family home for one year under the supervision of her step father; Dean Billie, the very man she’s spent years trying to forget but yet, still desired sinfully… and he's to “guide her toward a suitable match for marriage.” Will they finally give in to their forbidden desires? Or will Alex have to get married off by the same man she sinfully craves?

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

“You murderer!” No A resounding slap followed those words from Katrina’s Mother-in-law. The entire extended family gasped in shock but no one made a move to help. Not even Katrina’s husband, Damon Winchester. He just stood there, watching lazily, like he always did while his mother berated her for every little thing. But this wasn’t little, no. This was more than the fine china dishes that were one of the family’s heirlooms which Katrina broke last thanksgiving and earned her harsh insults from her mother-in-law. This was nothing like the family dinner she made last Christmas that caused half the kitchen to catch fire, needing a renovation. This couldn't be compared to that afternoon in summer, when she knocked over an antique vase while dusting, freezing as it cracked clean down the middle and her mother-in-law murmured that Katrina’s touch spoiled anything of value. No. This was the death of the only woman who loved someone as unlovable as Katrina. The woman who raised her. The woman who constantly fought for Katrina’s place in the Winchester Family even when she didn’t belong. Alana Winchester, Damon’s grandmother. Like every other thing, it was all her fault. Everything Katrina touched turned to ashes.

On my twentieth birthday, my father asked me to draw from a box of straws. It was to pick a husband between William Smith and Austin Smith to inherit North Town. The short straw represented Austin, while the long straw represented William. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get the long straw. However, I was certain that I did not want to marry Austin. I drew straws for three years, but it was to no avail. I had no choice but to tamper with the straws to marry William as I wished. However, ten years into our marriage, he was no longer gentle and kind. He had turned into a really cold person. He neither returned home nor touched me. Even when I threatened him with a knife, he refused to talk to me. Despite feeling hurt, I was unwilling to let him go. That was until I watched him kick away the only medicine I had for my asthma while I was writhing on the floor. “I was the one who switched out the straws. There was no long straw, yet you forced me to marry you. Mandy died from a broken heart, so you should pay with your life.” When I opened my eyes again, I was holding a short straw. I calmly said, “Since it’s the short one, I choose Austin.”