We Are Not Ourselves

When I went to reissue my mate certificate, the Werewolf Affairs Division told me, "Your mate certificate is a forgery. We have no record of your registration." I stared at the clerk, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But Sam and I registered five years ago. That's impossible. Could you please check again?" The clerk gave me a look before double-checking the files. "We found Alpha Sam's record. But the registered mate… isn't you." My voice trembled. "Then who is Sam's legal mate?" The clerk didn't hesitate. "Lily." I gripped the back of the chair, white-knuckled, just to keep myself upright. Until the clerk had spoken that name, I'd still held on to hope. Maybe it was a clerical error. A mix-up. But of all people, it had to be Lily, Sam's childhood friend. And suddenly, everything started to make sense. In five years of being Sam's mate, he had never marked me. We'd only held a mating ceremony—no certificate, no legal bond. I had given up everything for that ceremony, poured all my hope and love into it, believing I was his, only to find the certificate was fake. The five years I'd thought were mine—our happiness—had all been a lie, crafted and upheld by appearances. If none of it was truly mine, then there's only one thing left for me to do. Leave.

Ava Robertson is bullied, ignored, and treated like trash. So she’s never expected much from life until her dad dies and she’s forced to move into the pack house… with the three Alphas who’ve made her life miserable, and their clingy, jealous girlfriends. But then the Rose Moon Ball turns everything around. She’s not just the punching bag anymore. She’s their mate. Zade, Roman, and Axel are the dangerously hot Alpha triplets who are all tied to the same cursed Omega. They hate it. But that doesn’t stop them from wanting her, touching her, and fighting to be the first to claim her. Now Ava’s caught between enemies, a bond she never asked for, and a heat that just won’t back off. But one thing’s for sure: she’s not going down without making all three of them crawl.

“Any conversation we're going to be having is going to be in the four corners of my wall and after that, I'd love and appreciate it if you forgot my name, home address and social security number— if you have that, of course.” “Cute,” he laughs and then winces when I open the drink can with a pop. I raise a brow at him, urging him to continue and then take a sip of my drink as I wait patiently. “ Contrary to what you may think, I'm not here to hurt you or whatever it is you're thinking —” “No shit.” “I'm here to offer you a deal. One I know you wouldn't be able to refuse.” “Sure, Professor Xavier.” This is getting fun and it's the most fun I've had in a few days. “Marry me.” ********** I had a one night stand with a handsome, enigmatic stranger. It was drunk decision; one I promised myself never to indulge in. Putting aside my regret, I continue with life and the trials it keeps throwing my way. As a girl used to surprises, what I don't expect is seeing this stranger from months ago at my doorstep and offering me a deal I can't seem to refuse: a marriage contract in exchange for my biggest wishes to be fulfilled.

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

After one very personal prank sparks an all-out war, Tara finds herself locked in a battle of egos with the Twin captains of the hockey team. Infamous heartbreakers. Menaces with matching smirks. one-liners, and sabotage so insane it makes the school gossip page explode daily. But when a family arrangement forces the twins to move in, the battlefield shifts from school hallways to bathrooms. From cafeteria showdowns to kitchen tension that’s definitely not just about burnt toast. Enemies were easy. Living under the same roof? Complicated. Especially when both twins aren’t backing down. They started this war. She’s going to end it… unless her heart gets caught in the crossfire.

At three in the morning, I was urgently called to an underground hospital in Verdanza to operate on the mafia Don's only son. But the man lying on the bed was my husband, the same man who had sworn before leaving that he was going on a business trip, promised he would drink less, and told me not to worry. Outside the operating room, a young woman clutched my sleeve and nearly broke down in tears. "Doctor, please save my fiancé! He got shot while protecting me. We can pay anything!" A well-dressed middle-aged woman quickly pulled her back. "Sylvia, calm down! Think about the baby." At that moment, I came to a horrifying realization. The man I had supported for ten years with my scalpel, the man I believed was bankrupt and drowning in debt… He was actually the heir to the biggest mafia family in Verdanza. And now, he had put himself in the ICU to protect another woman. I felt as though my heart had been ripped open. In our years together, we had once had a child. Back then, he had convinced me to terminate the pregnancy with the excuse that we were buried in debt and couldn't afford a baby. Yet now, another woman was carrying his child, surrounded by his family's protection and cherished like a priceless treasure. If that was how it was going to be, fine. After this surgery, everything Luca Colleone and I had together would be over. Ten years of history, wiped clean.

Michele Giuliani successfully takes the throne as the leader of the mafia forces in Costa Morala. During an interview, a reporter asks, "According to our observations, you've never concealed or removed the old alphabetic tattoo below your collarbone. Does that mean it has a special meaning to you?" Michele shakes his head with a sneer. "Five years ago, my fiancee, Alma Rossito, looked down on me because the Giulianis had lost their power and authority among the families. So, she ran off to be with another rich man. "Whenever I wanted to give up, I'd be reminded of her betrayal as soon as I laid my eyes on this tattoo. "Now that I've lasted this long, I just want to personally ask her a question." Michele digs out his phone and dials the number he has pinned at the top of his contact list without hesitation. "Alma, do you regret dumping my ass the moment I was kicked out of my family?" I turn the camera toward the chaotic underground casino and reply lazily, "Yeah, I regret doing that to you, Don Giuliani. But I've lost every cent under my name on horse-betting. Can you transfer 50 thousand dollars to me first so that I can earn my money back?" Michele ends the call instantly before punching the mirror next to him. The cracks in the mirror happen to reflect the dark tattoo beneath his collar. What Michele doesn't know is that I'm being held in the casino by loan sharks. Five years ago, I had taken out a huge loan from them and bribed the necessary connections as an anonymous party. That was how Michele got the opportunity to turn the tides in his favor and become the mafia king.

After a year of healing, Ari had moved on from the horrid life in highschool she'd suffered inside the Silver Reed Pack. Now in college, far away from her past she is happier than ever. When Summer Break finally comes around and her mother has a surprise for her, she returns home, eager to see her new family. But she didn't expect to see them again. Zayn and Zach, the Alpha twins and sons of the Alpha of the pack. Her tormentors throughout high school that made her life a living hell. Her new step brothers. Even worse, they are her mates?! All Ari wants is peace for the summer, but with the new closeness she has to the men she hates, she cannot hold back the draw even when everything in her resists it. It seems like they are either set on ruining her, or having her. And she doesn't know which is worse…or why she wants it.

"Five million dollars to be my wife for three months," "I'm not interested, Mr. Miles..." "I'll make it ten million. So, what do you say?" May couldn't say no to the tempting offer her boss had given her especially now that she needed money badly to start a new life with her unborn child. "I will do it," little did she know that the reply was going to change her life forever. One month ago, twenty-five-year-old May Walter got her heart broken by her boyfriend of two years whom she had spent her recent years, worshipping for the sake of the love she had for him. May thought being betrayed by her boyfriend was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, but her fate proved her wrong after she got drunk and ended up on the bed with her boss. Nothing was worse than this, May had told herself as she cried her eyes out, but finding out later that she was carrying her boss's child was the worst nightmare she wished to wake up from. Weeks later, May's boss was sitting in front of her, asking her to be his contracted wife for three months for some hidden reason he never told May about. She desperately needed the money to start a new life with her baby, but would this marriage end well?

“Omega, in about an hour, you’ll feel warm, dizzy, and overcome with hormones in your body.” I paled. “What happens after it takes effect?” “Then an alpha in the surrounding area will react to your scent.” After an hour, the nurse popped her head in. She had a strange look in her eyes and I didn’t like it. “So he is out there?” The nurse’s smile fell, “No, not one.” My eyes widened. “two?” “No, you have four mates.” I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible!” She sighed and opened her phone. “Your mates are as follows; Colby Mcgrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, and Jade Johnson.” When she said the first name I started to feel faint but then the nurse kept rattling off all the names of my tormenters for years. How could I be tied to all of my brother’s friends? My panties got wet, I refused to accept that this was a hormonal reaction.