Vas Blackwood

She was meant to sell books. Not steal a billionaire’s broken heart. Julian Blackwood is a man of power, wealth, and secrets—his name synonymous with control and cold precision. Since the death of his wife, he’s locked love away and drowned his pain in one-night distractions. No strings. No vulnerability. No heart. Then he walks into a small, struggling bookstore—and meets her. Lena Carter is soft-spoken and stubborn, running a little shop that smells like vanilla and paperbacks, where his daughter finds comfort... and where he begins to unravel. Her kindness disarms him. Her touch ignites something wild. And her innocence? It drives him insane. He tells himself it’s wrong. He’s too broken. Too dangerous. But temptation doesn't ask for permission. And once their lips meet, there’s no going back. He’s the fire she never meant to play with. She’s the quiet he never knew he craved. Together, they’ll burn down every rule they thought they had.

In the time before time, they were the rulers: Crimson wolves, a lineage of unparalleled power and dominance over Lunaria. With their unparalleled strength, fiery eyes and blood-red fur, they were stuff of legends, the pinnacle of what is meant to be Alpha. But as centuries passed, the tides of power are ever-shifting, the balance of the lands fractured and so did the Game of Alphas begin.   Pyra Blackwood, a scorned omega was seduced, betrayed and cast out by the same Alpha who rejected her. Left for dead, her life takes a whole turn as she is thrust into a deadly game of power where loyalty is an illusion, and survival demands sacrifice. She uncovers a hidden power—one that could reshape the fractured balance of the land.  Pregnant with the offsprings of her betrayer, Pyra must protect her heir, forge unlikely alliances and rise as the first Queen of Alphas.  Will she master the very game created to destroy her? Or will she fall prey to the dark forces seeking to consume her?  In the Game of Alphas, the rules are simple: trust no one, show no weakness, and never forget—Power is everything.

Five years ago, Ava Winters was betrayed by her sister and left to suffer in a loveless marriage to the CEO of Blackwood Industries, Damon Blackwood. Another secretive plan had her stripped of her family's fortune, divorced and sent packing, only to return as a competitive CEO of a rival conglomerate. Now, she’s back in New York, ready to get back at Damon with a vengeful plan and a secret that would tear Damon's life apart. But fate had other plans. Even as Ava is bent on tarnishing Damon's image, her feelings for him return, and this poses a hindrance to getting her revenge. Now, she must confront the memories of five years ago. With secrets and betrayal waiting at every corner, will she be able to trust the man who once treated her like she meant nothing to him because he is the only one she can trust? Or will the past sins pull them into a bubble of hatred, one which they might never burst out from?

Asher Blackwood, Alpha heir to the Frostmoon Pack, had two mate candidates. One was me. The other was Serena Walsh. We were both orphaned girls adopted by the former Alpha. In my previous life, Serena died tragically in a landslide when Asher officially became Alpha. I became his Luna. I spent my whole life helping Asher to develop Frostmoon Pack into one of the top five packs in the southern territories. But when Asher successfully won the Alpha King election, he publicly announced that the dead Serena was his only Luna. He even submitted a mate bond dissolution agreement to the Alpha Council and banished me from the territory. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Asher chose his mate. But when I quit the competition and walked away, Asher and the whole pack were on their knees begging me to come back.

Lucas Blackwood was an alpha werewolf until his pack and mate were brutally killed by a secret notorious pack with questionable propaganda. Having suffered a fate worse than death by the feeling of losing the bond to both his mate and pack, he's sworn to track down and destroy the rogue pack no matter what it takes. He takes up a teaching job in a remote town where he believes their hideout to be and begins hunting them by night, but there's this human girl in his class whose scent drives him crazy with want. This shouldn't be possible since werewolves are known to mate for life and attraction to a human is impossible...right? Marcella Garcia is the classic bookworm who everyone hates for being a know-it-all but she swears she always feels a tug pulling her towards the new and cruel history professor that she can't explain. And if her secret observations of him are correct, there is something not quite right about the professor, something not quite...human.

I killed my mate on the same day my Alpha father put me up as a price for our pack’s werewolf power competition. It was a mistake. Borne by my defiance against the pack's law that a woman cannot reject a man, even if he's stuck his d**k in EVERY hole under a skirt available to him, else something tragic is going to happen. Because of that, I was stripped of my title as princess, degraded to a common slave and declared a surrogate to an alpha whose name is the only thing I know about him. Alpha Demorath of Blackwood pack. His name states exactly what he is. A demon alpha who is not just going to be my master – the one who my father strongly believes can TAME me – but also the father of my unborn child. But Demorath and I are like fire and poison, two elements that work so well together. Only if you consider our intentions.

She was his wife, bound by a contract. He was her husband, but he couldn’t remember her face. When Amelia Hart-Blackwood walked down the aisle, she thought she was securing her family’s future. Instead, she found herself trapped in a loveless marriage with Damien Blackwood — the cold, ruthless billionaire who only saw her as a pawn. But just when Amelia thought things couldn’t get worse, an accident stole Damien’s memories. Suddenly, the man who once ignored her looked at her like a stranger… and treated another woman as if she were his bride. To the world, Amelia is invisible. To Damien, she’s nothing but an imposter. Yet as secrets unravel and enemies close in, Amelia must decide: fight for the love she never had… or walk away before her heart shatters completely. In a world of wealth, betrayal, and forgotten vows — can love truly be rewritten?

My father adopted Seraphina, the daughter of an Omega servant who died trying to save us. In less than a year with the Blackwood family, she became everyone's precious darling. Not only did my father treasure her like a gem, but even my mate and my brother started favoring her over me. When Sera accidentally dropped my mother's heirloom necklace into the fire and it burned to ash, Father said we should let the past stay in the past. He threw away everything that belonged to Mother. Even the anti-silver antidote I developed to honor my mother's memory—she died from silver poisoning—Sera wanted to take that away from me too. To force me to hand over my research to Sera, Damien—my childhood sweetheart and future mate—even threatened to cancel our mating ceremony. However, when I stopped fighting with Sera and left home forever, they went crazy.

El día que Sofía Mendoza perdió a su bebé, Diego Villarreal andaba festejando que su primer amor había vuelto al país. Tres años entregándose y acompañándolo, y para él no había sido más que tener una empleada doméstica en casa. A Sofía se le rompió el corazón y decidió de una vez por todas que se iba a divorciar. Todos sus conocidos sabían que Sofía era de esas mujeres pegajosas, de las que no te puedes quitar de encima fácilmente. —Te apuesto que en un día Sofía ya va a estar de vuelta, suplicando como siempre. Diego respondió: —¿Un día? Eso es demasiado, yo le doy máximo medio día. Desde el momento en que se divorció, Sofía se prometió no mirar atrás jamás. Se propuso a construir una nueva vida, a retomar la carrera profesional que había dejado de lado, y también a conocer personas nuevas. Fueron pasando los días y Diego ya no volvió a ver ni rastro de Sofía en la casa. De repente, él se llenó de pánico. En un evento empresarial, por fin, la vio, rodeada de un montón de gente. Sin pensarlo dos veces, se lanzó hacia ella. —¡Sofía! ¿Cuándo vas a dejar de hacer drama? Alejandro Montoya, el hermano de Diego, apareció de la nada, protegiéndola, lo empujó para quitárselo de encima y le habló con una frialdad que daba miedo. —No te atrevas a tocar a tu cuñada. Diego nunca había querido de verdad a Sofía, pero para cuando se dio cuenta de que sí la amaba, ya no había espacio para él en la vida de ella.

Después de que la ex de mi esposo me empujara, tuve complicaciones graves al dar a luz a nuestro segundo hijo y morí en la esquina de la escalera del hospital de los Hesselink. Antes de morir, mi hijo de seis años lloró sin parar, rogándole a su papá, Marc Hesselink, que me ayudara. La primera vez, él solo se burló: —Tu mamá se volvió más inteligente… ahora usa al niño para hacerse la víctima y engañar a todos. Después de eso, le soltó la mano a nuestro hijo y se fue como si nada. La segunda vez, nuestro hijo le dijo que no paraba de sangrar. Marc se fastidió: —Qué llorona. Solo es un aborto, no es para tanto. Siempre tan dramática. Luego sacó al niño de la habitación y le ordenó al médico que nadie se acercara a ayudarme. —Es culpa mía por mimarla tanto. Si no la dejo sufrir un poco, nunca va a aprender. La última vez, nuestro hijo se arrodilló frente a Angie Pavard y le rogó con desesperación. Marc estalló de furia y mandó a sus guardias a maltratar a nuestro hijo. Lleno de heridas, lo arrastraron fuera de la habitación, dejándolo ahí tirado para que se burlaran de él. —Si vuelves a molestar a Angie mientras se recupera, saco a tu mamá de la familia Hesselink y no la vas a ver nunca más. Aun así, nuestro hijo arrastró su cuerpecito de regreso hasta donde yo estaba, dejando una línea de sangre tras de sí. Esta vez, como él quería, tanto mi hijo como yo terminamos muertos. Y ya no vamos a volver a verte nunca... nunca más.