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The night her father was killed, Sydney saw a wolf with a crescent scar. Years later, she falls in love with a man who bears the same mark. Liam is charming, protective, and everything she didn’t know she needed. He’s also a lie. A runaway Alpha’s son hiding in the city, pretending to be human while his pack searches for him. When Sydney is kidnapped and dragged into werewolf territory, the truth tears her world apart. Liam isn’t just a wolf — he’s the heir to the very Alpha who murdered her father. Love dies quickly after that. Sydney walks away. Disappears. Starts over in another city. Another life. Another man. But two years later, the wolves come hunting. Liam is dying from a curse tied to the mate bond he tried to escape, and the pack believes Sydney is hiding his heir — the only one who can save him. They’re wrong. The child they’re searching for isn’t Liam’s. Now Sydney must protect the life she rebuilt while the pack closes in, convinced she carries their future. Because in a world ruled by wolves, truth doesn’t matter. Blood does.

To save my father-in-law, I donated a kidney—but on the very day I was discharged, she didn't hesitate for a second to shove me into the guest room. "Those centipede-like scars are disgusting. Don't show yourself to me again!" In the dead of night, my wound tore open. I collapsed into a pool of blood, dialing her number 100 times, desperate for help. She hung up every single time. Meanwhile, the master bedroom echoed with Theo Reynold's low, passionate growls. In that instant, every ounce of strength drained from me. When I was admitted to the hospital, I held the military medal my mother had left me on her deathbed. That was when I remembered the woman even the mayor bowed to when she walked into a room. Without thinking, I dialed the long-forgotten number. "Commander Jennings, you once said you owed my mother a debt of gratitude. Now… I want you to marry me."

The story starts when Queshia found out about her husband, Maverick's, affair with a lady named, Claire, who he met before he got deployed to an exotic island located at the east, which resulted to a child to get dismay. She then struggles fixing their relationship and trying to trust him again for the sake of their marriage, all while she hides the tryst with the other woman from both hers and Maverick’s families, where she also struggles conceiving a baby due to having PCOS. She then recalls where they both started, and all the red flags she should have noticed before marrying Maverick.

His hands framed my throat, his thumb tracing my racing pulse. Desire darkened his gaze. “Say it,” he whispered, raw and commanding. “Say who you belong to.” “You,” I gasped, voice breaking into a moan as his rhythm consumed me. “I’m yours.” His mouth claimed mine, all fire and hunger. ⸻ Talia never expected her worst nightmare to be her destined mate. Cassian — the boy who made her life a living hell, the one she swore she’d never forgive — turned out to be the one fate chose for her. Now bound by a force stronger than hate, she must decide if love can bloom where pain once lived… or if some scars run too deep. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Because in the shadows waits another bond, a second mate whose touch feels just as forbidden… and just as inevitable.

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.

"Tell me Vanessa—does my brother fuck you better than I do?" Vanessa stared at her husband in shock, unable to comprehend the question he'd just asked her. She'd never even met Nicholas Lancaster, Sebastian's enemy and rival brother, let alone slept with him. But Sebastian didn't care about the truth as he shoved a sex tape in her face—a video showing a woman who looked exactly like her with the man she'd never touched. After losing their baby six months ago, Vanessa didn't expect her husband to call her barren and worthless, to tell her she couldn't give him the child he deserved. After three years as his secret wife, Sebastian threw divorce papers at her and demanded she disappear before his billion-dollar deal came through. Vanessa signed and left with nothing. Seven years later, she returned as Mrs. Nicholas Lancaster—married to Sebastian's brother and greatest enemy, ready to destroy the man who destroyed her. But she didn't return alone. When Sebastian's eyes landed on the six-year-old boy at her side, his world stopped. The boy looked exactly like him. What if the child wasn't Nicholas's son at all? What if he was his? Sebastian is determined to find out the truth about the boy's real father, and if the boy is his, he'll destroy everything Vanessa has built to claim his son. But Vanessa isn't the broken woman he threw away seven years ago—and this time, she's ready to fight back.

As I was about to leave The Crimson Curtain, my brother Corvus's elite vampire club, a woman who claimed to be the manager stopped me. "Ma'am, you just helped yourself to a priceless vial of Elder's Blood. You have to pay." I looked at the unfamiliar face, sensing the weak blood of a lesser vampire. She must be a fledgling, I thought, new to the club and unaware of who I was. "Your boss approved it," I said flatly. "Take it up with him." But the woman just sneered at me. "Plenty of women try to get close to our boss. If every one of you took what you wanted, how would we stay in business?" She shoved a copy of the club rules at me. Anyone who takes Elder's Blood without permission pays with three times the amount in heart's blood. Or they don't leave. Vampire guards started to close in, some even drawing silver blades, ready to take me down. I laughed, a cold, sharp sound. I couldn't believe Corvus's club had such an insane rule. "I am the Lord of House Volkov. Corvus's own sister. If he needs compensation, he can come to me himself." But her mockery only sharpened. "You look like some low-born stray. Claiming ties to a noble house? Pathetic. Hand over the heart's blood. Now." My patience snapped. I sent a message to the family elders through our bloodline. "Tell Corvus to either make this woman disappear forever, or I'm taking back ownership of this club. All of it."

I am the most hated wolf in the Crescent Claw Pack. Branded curses. Shunned for the sins of my bloodline. But fate is cruel. During the Moon Rite, I didn’t find one mate. I found two. Caelum Veylor—billionaire Alpha, cold as steel, who swore my family ruined his life. Darius Thornveil—war-Alpha, ruthless and untamed, who lost his brother because of me. They despise me. They reject me. Yet the bond refuses to break. Dragged into their world of power and vengeance, I’m forced into a dangerous game where obsession burns hotter than hatred. Their touch makes me weak, their wolves refuse to let me go, and secrets from the past whisper that my curse is more powerful than anyone knows. Two Alphas. One cursed mate. And a prophecy that says I’ll either unite them—or destroy us all.

"What gives you the right to think you can control me?" I fumed, feeling the anger rising in me. Before I could react, he had me pinned against the wall, his eyes staring into mine. “Go ahead and deny it all you want but this body of yours belongs to me completely. Like hell I'd let anyone touch you this way.” Violet Murray had always longed for the day she would find her mate. She doesn’t expect the painful rejection and humiliation that comes from the Alpha. Tired of everything she’d been forced to endure; she does the most reasonable thing anyone would do in her shoes. Strike a deal with his long-time rival, Lucian Sinclair. They form an alliance under the guise of a fake relationship. She swears she has no feelings for him. When their fake relationship bleeds into something else, she finds herself questioning everything, including her growing feelings. Lucian Sinclair had one simple aim; completely destroying the one thorn in his flesh, Tristan Black, along with his bleeding pack. He finds an opportunity in the person of Violet who bears a grudge against Tristan and her former pack for all she’d been put through. They agree to form an alliance for the sole purpose of taking their mutual enemy down. It was meant to be no feelings attached. When the lines start to blur, her finds herself unable to deny the feelings he has for her. When different enemies threaten to tear them apart, they must decide if their love is worth fighting for.

Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being. "And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security." On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait." To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now."