Yeri Mark

Blurb What else is left to be a secret from the eye? Every living thing like werewolves are under the same law, which is the cross law, no matter how big you are, you will surely carry your cross, this equally means that no man is free. Just like the story of the Dilemma of an Alpha. Sammi's father is already too old and has to step down for his son to be the new alpha of the pack, Sammi's coronation is fast approaching and has to mark his Luna so as to make the ritual completed. But what happens when Sammi's Love 'Camilla,' who he has made up his mind to mark as his Luna, turns out to be the daughter of their enemy from another pack? If Camilla's father finds Alpha Sammi in his territory he would be kill and if Alpha Sammi's father finds Camilla anywhere around his territory she Sha be killed. Do you think anyone among this two lovers would try to cross this boundary placed in-between them. And don't you think the whole situation could drive Alpha Sammi into a state of critical Dilemma? Or would they find a way to unite the two packs once again by the power of love. Find out in this exciting and alluring book.

After a steamy night with a stranger when her best friend drugged her, Melissa's life is totally changed. She losses her both parent and all their properties when her father's company is declared bankrupt. Falls into depression almost losing her life but the news of her pregnancy gives her a reason to live. Forced to drop out of college, she moves to the province with her aunt who as well had lost her husband and son. Trying to make a living as a hotel housekeeper, Melissa meets her son's father four years later who manipulates her into moving back to the city then coerced her into marriage with a promise of finding the person behind her parent death and company bankruptcy. Hungry for revenge against the people she believes ruined her life, she agrees to marry Mark Johnson, her one stand. Using his money and the Johnson's powerful name, she is determined to see the people behind her father's company bankruptcy crumble before her. Focused solely on getting justice and protecting her son, she has no room for love. But is her heart completely dead? How long can she resist Mark's charm when he is so determined to make her his legal wife in all sense of the word.

My boyfriend Orion was the leading hunter of the Bright Moon Pack, who was sent on an S-class mission three years ago. Before he left, he told me to wait for his return, after which he would mark me. Holding him to his promise, I waited for over a thousand days, and he eventually did come back. I was delighted, but just ten days after I blissfully prepared for the marking ceremony, I overheard him speaking with his fellow hunters. "Are you sure you're going to mark Elara? What about Dahlia and Emery? Especially Emery—the pup's two years old and looks just like you. There's no hiding it at all." "Hell, the whole thing about a secret mission was a farce, to cover up for you hanging around for Emery's birth. If Elara knew the truth…" Orion shot his deputy a sharp glare right then. "Just tell Dahlia to keep her mouth shut and hide the pup. Elara's the only one for me." Dahlia? The pup? As it turned out, in those three years I was worried sick for him, he had a pup with another woman. My knuckles clenched, I returned to my room and called my father. "Dad, I want to go home."

My mate, Raelor Thorne, is the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He once swore that in this lifetime, he would mark only me. Yet one month before our marking ceremony, he insisted that he must first mark with Seraphine Morcant, his late brother's mate. He claimed it was to comfort her and preserve his brother's bloodline. He said he would help her conceive an heir, so the line would not die. I refused. He brought it up every day after that, pressing harder each time, leaving me no room to breathe. Then, half a month before the ceremony, I received a report from the Pack Healing Sanctum. It stated clearly that Seraphine had already been marked and was nearly one month pregnant. In that moment, I finally understood. Raelor had never intended to ask for my consent. So I canceled the marking ceremony. I burned every token that tied us together. On the day we were meant to bind our lives, I left Silvermoon Territory alone. I traveled to the Obsidian Pack to further my mastery of healing arts and formally accepted the position of Chief Healer within their Order. From that day forward, there would be nothing left between Raelor and me. No bond. No mercy. No return.

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

At two in the morning, during a raid, I personally arrested my wife, Carolyn Hewitt, in a rundown motel room. Her neck was covered in hickeys. In handcuffs, she sat beside the bed, trying to comfort her younger brother, who had curled up in the corner, quietly sobbing. "Alex failed his exam and has been feeling terrible. So, I brought him here to relax. Don't get the wrong idea." In the past, I would have already been shouting at her. However, at that moment, I did not even have the strength to expose her lies. I had heard them too many times. "Mark… About this…" My partner nudged me with his elbow, glancing toward the registration form. He was telling me it was up to me how I wanted to handle it. Keeping a cold face, I aimed my body camera toward the foot of the bed. "Handle it by the book. No special treatment." "Mark Russ!" She suddenly struggled against the handcuffs. "What kind of brother-in-law are you? Alex is only 20! If he ends up in jail, his whole life will be ruined!" Her eyes reddened as she spoke, but my expression did not change. I said calmly, "When have you ever treated me like family? Carolyn…let's get a divorce."

Welcome to Vedrah! A world where no one leaves alive... unless she does. --- Natzy Ziam was born with a dark mind and violent urges. Her mother tried to change her, but a lifetime of betrayal, loss, and heartbreak pushed her into the person she feared the most. She embraced the darkness and became the Psychopathic Executioner, killing cheaters and carving her mark on their foreheads. 'You deserve it.' But everything ends the night a driverless bus appears and drags her into Vedrah Prison, a world where the most guilty souls are sent to suffer forever. Vedrah has one rule. Every five days, a test begins. Survive or perish. And to escape, Natzy must find relics hidden across five deadly regions and earn the Mark of the Guardian, the being who created Vedrah. The world is filled with giant beasts, flesh-eating trees, bloodthirsty insects, and horrors that roam day and night. Along the way, she meets Naro, a quiet boy who reminds her of her brother, and Kyle, a man who keeps risking his life to protect her. Natzy hates kindness, but his presence slowly shakes the walls she built around her heart. In a place where love is a weakness and death waits at every step, Natzy must choose what she truly wants. Survival, redemption, or the small hope of peace beyond hell.

Today, I am going to marry the man I love, Damon Mark Olson. We didn’t have it easy. I am the veritable Cinderella and he was my handsome prince. People frowned on our relationship. Even his mother never failed to show her dislike for me at every opportunity. But Damon fought hard for me. At the church, I heard the first notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D and started my bridal walk. Damon looked dapper in his suit but he looked distracted, and his hair looked kind of mussed. Tenderness swept over me. When I reached his side, he took my hand. An electric current coursed through our connected skin. Damon looked startled, and I almost laughed, The priest gave us his blessings. And to Damon, he said, “You may now kiss your bride.” I held my breath as Damon very gently lifted my veil. Our eyes connected, and I saw a swirling mass of emotions in his gaze before his head dipped and gave me a kiss that jarred me. He kissed expertly, too expertly, that my eyes flew to his face. And that was when realization sank in. I was not kissing Damon Mark Olson. I was kissing someone who looked exactly like him.

Prequel: Men Of Manhattan #0.5. Mark has loved Olivia since he was thirteen, but he has never allowed himself to think about the possibility of declaring his love and destroying their friendship. The idea that Livie sees him as something more than her neighbor and her overweight and myopic best friend has never crossed his mind. So imagine his surprise when an event changes his luck completely, but... Will it last? Or was it all a game for her?

Ellie has two years at The Academy before she can escape to freedom and leave her life amongst werewolves behind. Two years left of Mark's taunting, two years left of the elite's bullying, two years left of staring at Jake wondering if he could ever see her as more than a friend. When a student turns up dead, Ellie finds herself in the midst of a mystery that may just make those two years seem infinitely worse.