Wouldn't Change A Thing

“I reject you.” Those three words should have ended Eiren’s life. Publicly rejected by his fated mate and declared defective by pack law, Eiren is dragged into the darkness to await execution. In a world where omegas are only valued when they are chosen, being unwanted is a death sentence. Broken, scentless, and abandoned, Eiren prepares to die alone in chains. But fate is not finished with him. In the shadows of the pack’s prison, a second bond ignites,violent, forbidden, and impossible. Kael Vorthran, the pack’s feared executioner, claims Eiren without permission, without mercy, and without regret. He does not ask. He does not hesitate. And once he marks Eiren as his, the entire pack becomes his enemy. Protected by the most dangerous alpha alive, Eiren is pulled into a bond that is too strong, too fast, and slowly kills him. As the pack plots his death and ancient laws close in, Kael is forced to choose between power and love, duty and defiance. Because this time, fate didn’t give him a perfect omega. It gave him someone worth burning the world for.

Three years after Alpha King Damien Caldwell marks me, Drake Whitaker finally remembers I exist. Turns out he really believes I'll "wait for him forever." Twenty black SUVs clog the private road into Ridgefield pack territory, trunks crammed with moonstone jewelry, old talismans, and rare herbs. Drake steps out of the tricked-out Hummer, wearing a smug smile and clutching a stack of parchment contracts. "Aria," he calls up, like some medieval knight, "I told you once the Silvermoon Coalition was official and Kenneth's supply lines were stable, I'd bring you to my pack. "The High Council finalized five packs yesterday. I came first thing this morning to show you I mean it." I sit in the upstairs study, watching a video Damien just sent of him playing with our son, then glance through the blinds at the ridiculous scene unfolding below. Drake lifts his face toward the second floor. "I know you're upset, but Kenneth controls the biggest timber in the Eastvale region. I had to mark Isabella. It was politics. You get that. Feelings don't need a mark anyway. I'll treat you better than a Luna." His words made my skin crawl. I pressed the intercom button on the desk. "Clear the drive. Tell security someone's trespassing." What a day! I've just taken my son to the medical center for his one-month checkup. Damien sends me back to Ridgefield pack for a week to rest. Instead, I get this mess on my doorstep.

Zoey has been beaten down her entire life—by her pack, by fate, by the cruel truth that she has no wolf. When war pushes the packs together, her body becomes a battlefield of its own, bruised, burning, and starved for something she’s never been allowed to want. Then she collides with a dangerous male who looks at her like pain makes her irresistible and defiance makes her his. Desire turns savage, jealousy turns deadly, and love threatens to be the most violent thing of all. In a world ruled by blood, dominance, and marks, wanting him could ruin her—but being claimed by him might finally set her free.

Daughter of an alpha, Evelyn, is being forced to marry an unknown alpha, despite her desire to find her true mate. Because she comes from a line of wolves with gifts, her's being that of fire which presented when she was 18, she must wait until she is 21 or mated to know her true mate. Traveling to the Council of Alphas, she meets an Alpha with an unsavory personality, Alpha Noah. However, any alpha would be better than the one her mother has chosen for her, Alpha Kent. He is searching for anyone who will fill his bed and submit to him entirely. When Alpha Noah offers to save her from her fate, Evelyn is unsure which of the lesser evils she must take.

The girl my family sponsored was a manipulative opportunist. She had my childhood friends wrapped around her finger. I helped her out of pity for her poor background, but she climbed her way up, slowly taking my place. She faked innocence in front of the brothers while sabotaging me behind my back. When they found out, they called me petty rather than blame her. I got fed up, married my college crush, and moved on. But they flew in overnight, begging for forgiveness.

Isabella is faced with emotional turmoil as her family sees her as a means to an end and Richard's parents thought she was after their wealth even though she sacrificed everything to be the ideal wife to their son. Her infertility made matters worse as she was unable to give Richard an heir. Just when she believes her marriage is at its lowest point, Richard betrays her by getting her cousin pregnant Now, as she confronts a brutal divorce and battles to reclaim her self-esteem, the question remains: Will Isabella find the strength to rebuild her life and rise above the betrayals, or will Richard's regret drag her back into the mess of marriage she desperately needs to leave?

Amaka Richard fell pregnant out of wedlock and was sent away from her parents' home. Five years later, she met her baby daddy, but he denied knowing her. "Joseph, my child is yours, the same face, nose, and mouth," she confronted him, but he refused to acknowledge her or his child. Amaka moved on, now, Joseph is back at her doorstep, begging for forgiveness. Should she forgive him and accept him back? Find out.

I'm an heiress who's been bound to a gossip system. Everyone reads my mind on my first day back home after being reunited with my family. "Mom sure has done a good job of maintaining her beauty. It's no wonder she became an OnlyFans streamer after divorcing Dad." My mother is about to berate me for something, but she pales and stops when she hears my thoughts. I glance at the fake heiress, who's weeping pitifully. "My, she's pregnant. Is it John's or Zach's?" My two brothers exchange odd looks. Then, my father arrives. I cluck my tongue. "Oh, it's Dad's."

Théodore Henrion a dorloté Valentine Lopes pendant plus de vingt ans. Elle a cru qu'ils seraient naturellement ensemble, se marieraient, auraient des enfants et vivraient heureusement à jamais. Jusqu'à ce que Théodore ramène une femme et lui dise : « Valentine, c'est ta belle-sœur. »

as soon as I stepped out of the villa, it felt like I’d walked straight into a nightmare. Hector, the man I’d missed so much, was surrounded by soldiers, passionately kissing some woman I’d never seen before. The cheers and whistles around them felt like knives stabbing into my heart. I froze, my happiness turning into icy disappointment and rage. I forced myself to walk closer, even though every step felt like I was wading through quicksand. As more people noticed me, the noise died down, like someone had hit the mute button. Hector and his mystery woman were still in their own world until they finally sensed the eerie silence and pulled apart. When Hector’s eyes met mine, panic flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it. Holding the woman’s hand, he approached me. “Elena, this is Vanessa, she’s—” Before he could finish, Vanessa flashed a confident smile and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Vanessa, Hector’s partner. We fell in love on the battlefield.”