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From a simple girl doing menial jobs to survive, to a “beast” locked away in a dungeon. Ivory was framed for killing the Alpha of her pack and thrown into the dungeon for months, injected with chemicals that clouded her mind and twisted her from a sweet, ordinary girl into someone aggressive and uncontrollable. And so, people began to whisper that she was “crazy.” Then came Alpha Rowan, the Obsidian Wolf and ruler of Snowfall pack. He came to Moonlight pack, in search of something important. That was when he found Ivory, caged and defiant. He knew, without a doubt, that she was his mate, and he took her back to his pack. As the drugs began to wear off, sparks ignited, enemies close

Some scars you wear on your skin. Others you hide in your heart. Tessa Morgan never imagined her life would become a cage of hushed apologies and hidden bruises. Once an aspiring artist, now she survives each day under the cruel control of Marcus Reynolds—a man whose love turned to ownership. But when fate throws her into the path of Ryder Bishop, Vice President of the Hellfire MC, she glimpses a chance at freedom she'd thought lost forever. With danger closing in and desire growing stronger, Tessa must decide: stay in the chains she knows, or trust the outlaw who could set her free. But Marcus isn't letting go—and neither are his secrets. In a world where loyalty can kill and

“You wear my mark,” the Alpha King growled, fingers tightening around Nyra’s wrist as the bond flared painfully between them. “But you are not my mate.” Across the hall, the woman beside his throne smiled, her borrowed bite glowing faintly against her skin, while Nyra’s shadow burned beneath her clothes, answering a call no lie could silence. Nyra Vale was cast out as a wolfless omega, betrayed by her lover, erased by her pack, and condemned for a mark she never meant to wear. But the bite on her shoulder belongs to Rhaegon Ashmoor, the Alpha King who claimed her in darkness… and was deceived into crowning another. As a false Luna ascends the throne, the real mate awakens someth

“I hate you!” I picked up the flower vase from the center table, and lifted my hand to throw it at him. But before I could do so, the man from behind gripped my hand, and collected it from me. “Are you going to sign the divorce papers?” he brought out a gun, and cocked it. “Or would you rather lose your life?” ****************** Sometimes, saying 'I do' could be the beginning of true marital bliss. And other times? It could be the beginning of endless suffering and torture. Abby had only ever wanted a man for herself, and when Claude showed up, he was everything she could ask for, and even more. But sometimes, even criminals wear innocent faces. What happens when

I accidentally wear the gown Miles Graham prepared for his childhood sweetheart. To my horror, he forces me to take it off in public. "I prepared this for Nora—do you think you're worthy of wearing it? Take it off! You're dirtying it!" He knows I have serious PTSD after almost being violated, yet he insults me with those words. I look at him tearfully and beg him not to say anymore. That's when the gown's zip bursts open. My PTSD acts up. I'm so overwhelmed that I collapse on the floor and have a seizure. Miles dismisses everyone and takes Nora out on a date. He leaves me lying there in humiliation. I call my mentor before being discharged from the hospital. "Ms. Gardner, I've decided t

"I bet you slipped those fingers between your thighs and made yourself come thinking of my fangs inside that neck, didn't you sunce moje?" *** They are the gods of hockey in my school. Men forged to conquer the world both on and off the ice. But I know who they really are beneath those helmets. They are the men who had my sister fall for them blindly. The men who promised her the world once the went pro. Then they killed her and now all the gloves are off. Going after my dead twin sister's boyfriends was never supposed to be easy but when I get in too deep with them, enough to like the way they live off my scent, I start to think I never signed up for this. I never signed up to

She refused the marriage they demanded. He was the Cold CEO feared by all. Yet fate has its own designs. Rachel Raphael’s life has been a mixture of loss and betrayal. Being maltreated by her stepmother and stepsister since her mother died, she was denied everything she deserved. Now, her father, CEO Victor Raphael, demands she marry Matthew Kane, the enigmatic and ruthless mafia CEO. Rachel refuses, she already has someone she truly loves and she refuses to be pawns in the cruel games of power and wealth. But Matthew is no ordinary man, he cold, calculating, and feared by all, he doesn’t take refusal lightly. As Rachel navigates a web of lies, family betrayal, and dark secrets, she disco

Adrian Lester woke up with a hangover. Sleepily, he yawned and sat up, only to remember that he had a date with Lola and went drinking himself at the bar. How did he get home? Suddenly he realised he was stark naked. He stood up quickly as the vague memory of the previous evening flashed through his mind and he smiled. The blood stain on the bed, the rumpled bedspread and the feeling of sexual satisfaction made him wear a broad gin. Lola finally gifted him her virginity! With that in mind, he would be responsible for his mistress henceforth. More reason why he needed to get this horrible marriage over with that tramp surnamed Leon. From that night on, Ava Leon's

A year into our marriage, Timothy Grant suddenly turns abstinent. He builds a private chapel in the villa and always carries a rosary with him. No matter how I tease or tempt him, he stays cold and distant. My seduction attempts don't move him. One night, I stand outside the bathroom door and watch as he releases himself to a photo of another woman. So, Timothy isn't heartless. His heart just doesn't beat for me. I trick him into signing the divorce papers and vanish from his world completely. And yet, I later hear that he is going mad searching for me! The next time we meet is at his uncle's wedding. I wear a white wedding gown, and he looks at me with tear-filled eyes. He just can't

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke wit