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Lyla Moreau never was the good girl. When her elder sister, Elowen, had fulfilled all her hopes, Lyla dances all night, wild and wanton. The one night with a stranger was meant to be meaningless and until he marked her. The following morning, she learned the truth: the man, who she had spent night with was Kieran Vale, the rogue alpha, and the mate of Elowen. With a sign of a name he did not know he had left, Lyla remained silent, concealing the secret which would ruin all. However, when she discovers that she is pregnant, it is not possible to hold the truth. Still, between the pregnancy of her sister, the keen sight of the sister of Kieran and a family secret which might break the ties of love to pieces, Lyla has to decide whether she should love, be loyal and survive. Each decision has a price- and not all sacrifices are as heart-rending as she could have ever thought. In a mate-filled, betrayal-filled world, who will she lose, and whose side will she take in the fight?

Abby is a girl quiet, hard-working and middle-class, she worked daily in a restaurant, she lives alone in a small apartment in the east of the city of Bello Norte... who would go to think that she least a great responsibility ahead?

A client splashes water in my face. I'm trembling as I endure his insults and mockery while Wayne Gale stands and watches calmly. His arm is around his assistant as he says, "I can't believe you're incapable of handling such a menial task, Georgina. My company doesn't need useless staff!" I wipe the water from my face and down my drink. Then, I fill it again and splash the client back. Whoever wants this job can have it. I quit!

“Nice to meet you, Raine,” I said with a forced smile. As soon as she turned her back, I muttered under my breath, “Bitch.” I wasn’t lying—she was practically spilling out of that dress. Seriously? That’s Aiden’s type now? I turned to Arden and whispered, “Babe, I need to use the restroom.” He nodded, and I made my way across the hallway. Unfortunately, the restroom was just past the entertainment room—where Aiden and Raine were glued to each other. Ugh, just my luck. I didn’t even look their way, but from the corner of my eye, I could see them. Aiden had his arm around her, and—what the hell?—his hand was inside her dress. Inside. What a maniac! Doesn’t he care that our parents could walk in? And Raine… really? Already letting him feel her up like that? Where’s her shame? I rushed to the restroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash the frustration off. But the moment I looked up, I froze. Aiden was in the doorway. I turned to leave, but he blocked me and pushed me back inside. “What now?” I snapped, slapping his chest. “Can’t you just leave me alone?” My voice trembled, barely above a whisper. Someone could hear us. “Move! I said I’m leaving!” But Aiden didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed my wrists and spun me around. My back hit the door with a soft thud, and suddenly, his body was pressed against mine. “Aiden, stop it! What are you doing?” I hissed, but he didn’t answer. He just smirked, lowered his head, and crushed his lips against mine. Damn it… not again.

“What if I could?” Leo angled his head to one side, “Could do what?” “What if I could do it? What if I had the guts?” Her eyes never left his. She wanted to look away, but she also wanted to look tough. She had a bad record in that area already and she knew that averting her eyes wouldn't do her any favors, so she kept her gaze locked with his. Leo knew what he was about to do was crazy, but he was intrigued by this woman. He was honest enough with himself to admit it. She was nothing like the women who usually met. And maybe that was the reason why her offer to work for him intrigued him. He was curious. What would she do for him? How far would she go? It was a terrible thought, but he wasn't a good person, was he?

He looked me in the eyes and chose someone else. Damien Blackthorn, Alpha of the Ironveil Pack, rejected me on the night of the Blood Moon ceremony. In front of his ranked wolves. Like I was nothing. Like the mate bond between us meant nothing. I didn’t beg. I didn’t cry — not where he could see me. I just left. Five years later, I have a life, a career, and two children who have their father’s eyes and their mother’s spine. I never planned to go back. I never planned to see him again. But the pack needs a Luna. And somehow, fate is cruel enough to bring me back to the one man I spent five years trying to forget. Damien has a fiancée now. A beautiful, powerful she-wolf who stands at his side like she was born for it. And he has no idea his twins exist. When my daughter looks up at the Alpha and asks why he abandoned their mother — in front of the entire council — I realize the past I buried is about to burn everything to the ground. Damien wants answers. He wants forgiveness. He wants me. But I am not the girl he rejected. I don’t need his pack, his protection, or his crown. The question is whether the man who broke me has become someone worth trusting again. He says he has. He’ll have to prove it. “You were always my mate, Elena. I was just too much of a coward to deserve you.” Rejected. Rebuilt. Returning. Pregnant After the Alpha’s Rejection — a story about the woman who survived, and the Alpha who has to earn his way back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Matilda, a young lady living in Oxford in 2015, sees no harm in reading a poem about true love that she finds in an antique bookstore. Matilda is confused when she wakes up and finds her self transported back in time to the 15th century. Her situation is made worse when she finds out that in this new life of hers, she has a husband. She tries to explain her predicament to him but he thinks she is his wife that lost her memory. Will Matilda find her way back to the 21st century or will she remain in the 15th century where she finds everything strange?

On the way to a dance competition, a massive truck rammed into me. My legs were shattered, and my mother was sent flying from the impact after she tried to protect me. My stepbrother, who was also my secret boyfriend of six years, went crazy after hearing the news. He had the driver dragged off to a lawless borderland and called in the best doctors in the country to save me and my mother. Not many people knew, but I was born with a rare sensitivity to pain. The more it hurt, the clearer my mind became. That was how I ended up lying wide awake on the bed, listening to Luke Quinton and his friend, Harvey Lane, talking just outside my hospital room. "Luke, are you sure about this? You really want to let Queenie practice on Natalie's mother's heart?" "She deserves it. That vile woman seduced my father and drove my mother to her death. If not for revenge, do you think I'd stomach being with her daughter for six years? "She should be honored that Queenie is dissecting her heart. Keep it from Natalie for now. If she loses it, she might ruin my wedding with Queenie. What would I do if that happened? The only woman I'll ever have as my wife is Queenie. No one will ever take her place." So, that was the truth. What I thought was a love strong enough to defy the world had been a lie from the very beginning—just a carefully crafted act of revenge.

The housekeeper deliberately reveals her busty chest when I'm out of the house. She says coquettishly to my husband, "Oh, my. This is an accident, Mr. Houston …" My husband looks like he's focusing on his drink, but he keeps sneaking looks at her. I see all of this from the housekeeper's livestream.

Sofia believed that love meant sacrifice. She gave her heart, her body, and even her future to the man she married. But the day she gave birth—bleeding, terrified, begging for help—she realized love was never supposed to hurt like this. Her baby was taken. Her cries were ignored. Her body felt like it was dying, and the only person who was supposed to protect her stood across the room… with another woman in his arms. Her mother-in-law tried to strangle her. Her husband told her to pack up or find her own way home—like she was nothing. But Sofia isn’t done. Not yet. She may be broken. She may be grieving. But she’s still breathing. And now, she has nothing left to lose.