X Men Tabitha Smith Novels & Stories

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”

Eight months pregnant, I had every bank card frozen by my husband’s female secretary. Over the phone, she laughed coldly and said, “From now on, every cent you spend needs my approval. Jack works too hard to waste his money on a useless woman who only knows how to shop.” That same day, I was rushed to the hospital with contractions. Every card I tried was declined. And as if that wasn’t enough, she had also moved my parents out of their private senior suite and into the cheapest room available. Her reason? Two ordinary old people had no right to waste Jack’s money. I laughed. She had no idea those “ordinary old people” were the Don and Donna of the Bellandi family, the couple who had controlled Italy’s underworld for decades. She had no idea Jack’s company, his reputation, his fortune—everything he owned—had come from the Bellandi family. My parents had already planned to retire completely after my child was born. They were going to hand the entire family over to me. And to Jack. Too bad. Jack had allowed her to humiliate the only real power he would ever have the chance to stand beside. Three days later, Jack held a welcome party for his mysterious investor. In front of everyone, his secretary dialed the investor’s number. The next second, my phone rang.

For five years, I let my husband’s mistress take whatever she wanted. My birthday. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a damaged family still had to be better than none at all. It wasn’t. This year, my husband took his mistress away for their birthday trip, and my son ran straight into her arms and called her Mom. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago: no matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the one they chose. So I filed for divorce. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His mistress thought she had won. My son did not even look back. None of them believed I could really walk away. Then a call came from overseas: Matteo Bellandi’s wife was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.

Gloria Sutton’s life ended in a single night. A leaked private video, a public rejection by her fated Alpha mate, Jaxson, and a banishment by her own father left her for dead in a car wreck on the edge of the lawless Shadowlands. She was supposed to die. But the Shadowlands don't kill the broken; they forge them. Rescued by Hunter and Arnold—two exiled brothers known as the most lethal mercenaries in the rogue territories—Gloria is offered a choice: submit and survive, or fight and conquer. Hunter is the brooding, dominant protector who wants to sharpen her into a weapon. Arnold is the chaotic, seductive killer who wants to unleash her inner beast. As Gloria transforms from a pampered princess into a warrior queen, she discovers that the rot in the Silver Moon Pack goes deeper than a sex tape. But her ex-mate Jaxson realizes too late that he threw away the true Luna, and he wants her back. Too bad. She doesn't want to be a Luna anymore. She wants to be the Alpha of her own destiny, with her two Beta mates by her side. Revenge is a dish best served with a side of bloodshed.

She thought she was a beta. Until she turned twenty-one. Her late presentation as an omega shatters everything she believed about her future. Overnight, the rules change. In a world where omegas aren’t allowed to live independently without an alpha sponsor, her family refuses to claim her, and the law gives her only one year before she’s reassigned to a guardian alpha she doesn’t choose. She refuses to let that happen. She’s smart, sharp-tongued, and has never waited for permission in her life. If the system demands an alpha, she’ll find one herself. A powerful one. A rich one. One who gives her security without taking her freedom. But alphas are a disappointment. The chemistry is wrong. The entitlement is worse. And then, on one reckless night, everything changes. A dark club. A stranger who radiates control. One encounter that leaves her body finally still… and an alpha who disappears before she can ask his name. When she secures a coveted internship at a corporation that temporarily sponsors unbonded omegas, she thinks she’s bought herself time. Until her first day puts her face-to-face with the man she can’t forget. Her CEO. Her alpha. And the last man who wants to bond. He doesn’t claim omegas. He doesn’t mix desire with obligation. And he refuses to become what the system expects of him. But she’s done being patient. If survival means seduction, she’ll do it on her terms. Even if he fights it. Even if the bond they’re resisting is inevitable.

“Who are you?” “Your worst nightmare” “Ava… I thought you were dead?” When Ava discovers the devastating truth about Logan’s betrayal, her world crumbles. Fuelled by anger and thirst for revenge, she comes back with a new face and identity and embarks on a dangerous game of revenge. As the past and present collide, she is faced with the truth and has to make a decision; will she surrender to her desire for vengeance or risk everything for a second chance at love? Will she find her redemption and a chance to rebuild their love or will her pursuit of revenge destroy them both? Read to find out..

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

Jim has always wanted what he can't have—Alyson Langford. Since the moment he saw her, he’s been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in his heart he knows only she can fill. Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right. But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess it would create if Jim made a move on his best friend’s baby sister. No, none of it mattered. Until it did.

Demi Rose managed to escape the tragic events that lead to her pack's downfall. After being on the run, she finally found her mate. The only problem is when her mate brings her past back, forcing her to face everything she had been running from.

Tatum was just building her business when a tall, dark and handsome man walked in, needing his bike tuned up. Even though she tuned up his bike, he tuned up her life even more. Maddox staked his claim, making Tatum more desirable in the eyes of their retreating ally. Even though Tatum values the Mate bond, not everyone does. Can she keep her enemies away long enough to turn 18, or will she be killed before she finds out who her mate is?