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I gave him three years of my life, only to be treated as nothing more than a substitute—worse than a dog. When his so-called white moonlight returned, he kicked me aside without hesitation. Fine. I agreed to the family alliance and married the most powerful Alpha of the North. Now he regrets it, begging me to return? Too late. They plotted against me with wolfsbane, wanting me to die in a filthy wine cellar. But my Mate—the true King of the North—tore the entire estate apart just to save me. They tried to steal my Alpha bloodline with dark sorcery. I made them taste exile, cast out as Rogues, despised by all. And him? He knelt before me, begging for forgiveness. I leaned safely in my Mate’s arms and watched him be banished forever. “Ansel,” I told him coldly, “open your eyes. I am the one and only Luna of the North.”

They rule the school. They hate me. And apparently… I'm theirs. Mira Vale didn't come to Apex Moon Academy to make enemies. She came to survive. But surviving gets complicated when the three most powerful, most dangerous, most infuriating Alphas on campus decide she's their favourite target. Kael. Ronan. Lucien. The Ravencrest triplets. Cold. Ruthless. Impossible to ignore. She's a half-blood nobody. They're heirs to the most feared pack in the territory. This was never supposed to be her story. Then the bond snaps. And suddenly the boys who made her life hell can't stay away — and neither can she. She has a secret that could change everything. They have a past that could destroy her. And the mate bond doesn't care about any of that. Some mistakes you can't take back. Some bonds you can't break. And some alphas — even the ones who hate you — won't ever let you go.

“I’ve found my mate…” Those were the last words Elara Nightshade ever expected to hear, especially not from the most powerful Alpha in existence, and certainly not inside a brothel. Orphaned, wolf-less, and treated like dirt by her own pack, Elara has spent her life as nothing more than a servant to the Iron Fang wolves who despise her. So when Alpha Henry Blackthorn, the feared ruler of all four clans, claims her as his mate, Elara believes her suffering has finally come to an end. But, she’s wrong. Behind the crown and the throne lies a darker truth. Alpha Henry already has a Luna, one who cannot bear him an heir. And Elara is not chosen for love, but for her blood. Imprisoned, violated, and used as nothing more than a vessel to produce an heir for the kingdom, Elara is discarded the moment she becomes a threat. Left for dead and betrayed by the very Alpha who swore she was his mate, her execution awakens something ancient within her. She is Moonborn as the last of a hunted bloodline. And she will not die quietly. Now reborn with devastating powers, Elara returns not as a helpless omega, but as the storm destined to destroy Iron Fang. With vengeance in her heart, twins hidden from the father who tried to kill her, and a bond she cannot break no matter how hard she tries. Elara must choose between the mate fate chained her to or the vengeance that burned in her veins.

Paige Carter had her future planned down to the last detail. Graduate with honors. Get into law school. Build a stable life with the boyfriend she was with. But on the night of their anniversary, everything falls apart. Dumped over the phone and humiliated by the man she trusted, Paige discovers that her boyfriend, Mike Donovan, has been cheating on her. Heartbroken and desperate for answers, she confronts him at a freshman party, only to find herself rescued by the last person she ever expected—Knox Tatum. Her best friend's older brother. Her longtime bully. And the university's newest hockey star. Cold, infuriating, and impossible to ignore, Knox has always known exactly how to get under Paige's skin. What starts as hostility and sharp exchanges soon spirals into something neither of them can control. One steamy reckless kiss changes everything, turning her bully into someone she can't stop thinking about.

She was forced to get engaged to a prince. Then she accidentally married his brother instead. *** Three months ago, Lady Zoey Arden was just an ordinary girl from a small town. Then her estranged father resurfaced, dragging her into an arranged marriage with Crown Prince Aaron Condor. The union is more than a royal spectacle; it’s a fragile peace treaty. The Ardens and Condors must unite or risk civil war breaking out in Terres Somnia. To everyone’s surprise, Zoey and Aaron’s engagement blossoms into something real. Or so she thought... until she discovers Aaron shared a kiss with his childhood best friend, Lady Emily, on the night of their engagement ball. The fairytale she’s been thrust into shatters overnight. Fleeing heartbreak and scandal, Zoey crosses paths with Duke James, Aaron’s half brother and Emily’s fiancé. Bound to her by their shared plight, James ropes Zoey into a revenge ploy. He proposes to her, intending to take Aaron's place and steal the crown out from under him. When the jilted lovers meet up later that night, they renege on the plan, citing temporary insanity for having entertained it at all. However, one too many drinks leads to a reckless “I do." Zoey finds herself bound by law and love to the wrong prince. Little does Terres Somnia know she's now the wife of the country's long lost prince and rightful heir. As secrets unravel and loyalties blur, Zoey must decide where her heart truly lies: with the prince who broke it, or the one who helped her run from the heartbreak. Two princes. One crown. One choice. He who wins her heart wins the throne.

I'm Alessia Moretti, the most arrogant principessa in the entire underworld of Nuvak. All the mafia heirs hope to take my hand in marriage, and yet I can't be bothered to even spare them a glance. Everyone claims that Vito Luca is the only man who can tame my wild streak. After all, the youngest and most cold-blooded Don in Nuvak always deals with the aftermath of the chaos I've caused as well as shields me from all the bullets that are shot in my direction. I thought my passionate love for Vito had melted the icy defenses of his heart. That is, until I overhear him speaking with his subordinate. It turns out that the biggest lie Vito has ever told is the one he had told me in my face—that he doesn't have a loved one whom he can't be with. Only then do I realize that the marriage alliance between our families is nothing but a transaction from the very start. I'm just a tool meant for Vito to get his hands on life-saving medicine. But ultimately, I'm the obstacle that stands between Vito and his first love. Everyone thinks that I'll beg Vito to return to my side while wailing at the top of my lungs. But what they don't know is that I, Alessia Moretti, have always viewed romance as a piece of pretty but unnecessary accessory. Since Vito has chosen his first love, I shall choose freedom. That's when I turn on my heel and leave without casting him another glance. But after I leave Vito's life, the latter, known for his overwhelming influence in the underworld, has gone completely crazy.

A few decades ago, human birth rates started dropping. The federal government tried everything, and they finally introduced a matching program that paired humans with werewolves based on genetic compatibility, hoping that cross-species unions would stabilize the population. High compatibility meant the human could stabilize a werewolf during their heat cycles, which was why the government prioritized it above everything else. The program came with a one-year trial period. I was assigned to the Stone brothers. Every night, I prepared two bowls of herbal broth for them. After a long patrol along the border, it helps restore their energy and speeds up wound healing. The older brother was cold and distant, but he would take the bowl politely and say thank you. The younger one was short-tempered. He often smashed his bowl and shouted at me. I thought I was being fair to both. Until my friend saw it one day and asked me hesitantly, "Do you not think that is unfair to the one who treats you better?" I thought about it all night. She was right. That evening, I came out of the kitchen with only one bowl of herbal broth.

IT WAS late afternoon when Andy began to pick up the clothes she had hung up this morning, but she stopped what she was doing when she heard shouts and footsteps outside their backyard as if those people are in a hurry. So she peeked through the hole in their wall that is already brittle. But to her surprised, someone suddenly jumped out from the outside and entered their yard-- a man wearing a black hoody jacket. "W-who are you?!" Andy managed to ask, so the man turned slightly to her which caused her to see the man’s face. "Shit," that's all the man said and ran away... carrying her... "Hey, shit! My panties, give them back to me!" Andy shouted but he didn’t look at her again. Her panty which was hung outside was taken by a stranger. And now, the question running to Andy’s mind is… ‘Who’s that guy who stole my panty?’

My fiancé was drugged at a party and spent the night tangled up with Isabelle Parson, the housekeeper's daughter. Afterward, Isabelle turned up pregnant, and Adrian tore up our engagement right there at our engagement party. "Leah, Isabelle is carrying my child. I have to marry her. I know you still love me. After I marry Isabelle, you can keep being my lover." I agreed to break off the engagement on the spot, then turned around and married Gordon—the man I'd once refused in a family alliance. At my wedding, Adrian stood before the guests and mocked me with an icy smile. "So this is what you've sunk to without me—marrying a pauper on the verge of bankruptcy. I'm the richest man in Jeffolton City. All you have to do is beg, and I'll let you come back to me." I looked at him with a thin, distant smile. He still didn't know—whoever I marry would become the richest man in Jeffolton City.

I fell in love with a mysterious stranger online. Morpheus. For three months, I’ve fallen asleep blushing at his blunt, dirty texts. "Can you feel how much I crave you, sweetie?" "I saw you in my dreams again last night. Writhing beneath me, screaming my name." I was finally ready to ask him to meet. Then he sent a photo. Just a casual shot of his desk. But right in the center sat an ancient book. Stamped on the cover was a crest I knew all too well: the Ouroboros of the Valerius vampire clan. And I happened to work at the exact museum where the Valerius clan stores their immortal relics. For three whole months, I had been sexting an immortal predator. A vampire who was probably watching me from the shadows every single day. While my brain was spinning, trying to piece together his face, my eyes landed on it. The custom blood-garnet signet ring I had helped "Morpheus" design... was currently gleaming on the finger of my boss, Alistair.