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Rosalind Rivers has only ever wanted one thing - revenge. The Lycan Prince, Aklan Draven, murdered her brother in cold blood. Or so she's believed her whole life. Now, forced to serve under him at the Lycan Academy, she has no choice but to obey the man she swore to hate. But hating him becomes harder with every clash, every stolen glance, every heartbeat that refuses to stay loyal to her rage. Because fate has a cruel sense of humor. He's her fated mate. Aklan doesn't understand why this stubborn, sharp-tongued wolf gets under his skin or why her scent feels like home. He only knows she's trouble. The kind that tests his control, drags buried memories to the surface, and makes him question everything he thought he knew about loyalty and guilt. But when a hidden truth comes to light - that Rosalind's brother didn't die by Aklan's hand but by choice, their world begins to unravel. Old wounds reopen. Ancient forces stir. And Rosalind learns she is no ordinary wolf, but something far rarer, something worth killing for. Between vengeance and love, duty and destiny, one wrong move could ignite a war between realms. And the cruelest part? She might just lose her heart to the man she was born to destroy.

Five years ago, my guardian, Fitzgerald Kirk, sent me a video of my childhood horse being led to a slaughterhouse. Then he cast me out, broken and penniless. Tonight, I returned to his family' s annual gala, no longer a helpless ward but a powerful woman ready for my revenge. But he and his fiancée, Cassondra, still saw me as the trash they threw away. She taunted me, asking if I' d run out of money, before "tripping" and drenching my white silk gown in red wine. She looked at me with glee, expecting the broken girl from five years ago to cry. Fitzgerald just watched, a bored smirk on his face as he told me to crawl back to whatever gutter I came from. They wanted a reaction. They wanted the hysterical girl they had destroyed. They had no idea that the memory of my horse' s death had frozen everything inside me, fueling a cold rage that had simmered for half a decade. I didn' t even glance at the stain. Instead, I calmly picked up a full bottle of champagne from a passing waiter' s tray. "Don' t worry," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Accidents happen." Then I swung the bottle and smashed it against her head.

"There's no way to kill Alpha Penking." "Maybe there's one, make sure he has absolute power, never bows to anyone but will crawl to her feet each time she wants it." Amelia's first life ended when she was ten-when the most notorious Alpha in New York took everything her father owned and killed him. As if that wasn't enough, he coerced her father into selling his only daughter before death claimed him. Fifteen years later, Amelia survives as a prostitute, her past buried beneath layers of control, routine, and silence. She lives for two things only: keeping her younger brother alive and nursing the revenge that never died. Every alpha is just a body. Every night is calculated. Her life is controlled-until the night she sleeps with him. The same man who ruined her life. Alpha Penking-feared, untouchable, merciless-without her knowing who he truly is. Yet, her world shatters again. Because Penking knows her. Because he watched her grow in the shadows. Because he knows her real name. Because he is the one who ruined her and owned her. Because he serves her a contract that doesn't ask-it commands. A contract where she belongs to him. For months. For life. No bargain. No gain. Trapped between hatred and a bond she never consented to, Amelia begins counting the only freedom she has left-ten ways to kill Alpha Penking. But revenge grows complicated when obsession turns mutual, when power bleeds into possession, and when an impossible consequence binds them forever. Because the man she plans to kill now owns her body... And the child growing inside her might decide who survives.

In a modern world where supernatural abilities have surfaced, a former hero left for dead among the ruins of a cataclysmic battle unexpectedly returns. Once a symbol of hope, he must now navigate a society that has moved on without him while uncovering the conspiracy that led to his downfall. As new threats emerge from the shadows, he struggles to reclaim his lost power and protect a world that no longer remembers his sacrifice.

She stole my wedding. I stole her future. On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins. So I did what any woman scorned would do. I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room-Drexon Moreaux, Kellan's ruthless billionaire uncle-and declared, "Him. I'll marry him instead." Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire's heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand. But he said, "I do." Now, my stepsister's smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I'm a puzzle he's determined to solve. This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous-something that feels like love. Too bad the Moreaux family doesn't believe in happy endings.

Betrayed by the one she loved, a werewolf Luna finds herself cast aside when her mate fakes her death to install his mistress on the throne. Left for dead and stripped of her status, she must navigate a world of danger to reclaim her identity. As she seeks justice, she uncovers dark secrets within the pack that threaten everyone. This is a journey of survival and vengeance as a wronged queen fights to expose the truth and take back her crown.

Investigative journalist Elena discovers that her billionaire husband, Julian, built his corporate empire on a foundation of dangerous deception. As she uses her lens to uncover the truth, she finds herself entangled in a high-stakes game of shadows where her heart and life are on the line. Every photo she takes strips away his facade, forcing her to choose between her marriage and the justice she seeks in a world of lies.

I spent a decade learning to save lives as a trauma surgeon, only to discover my parents had sold mine to the highest bidder. To end a turf war, I was forced back into the underworld to marry Ivan Hughes, a rival mob boss known for his brutality. I thought I was just a pawn in a business merger, but then my steady surgeon’s hands began to tremble, and a metallic taste filled my mouth. I ran my own toxicology report in secret. Positive for arsenic. My mother wasn't just forcing me into a loveless marriage; she was slowly poisoning me. I broke into my father's safe and found the truth: a birth certificate for Ivan’s secret son with his mistress, and a chain of emails between my mother and my fiancé. "The dosage is being increased," my mother wrote. "By the wedding night, she will be too weak to protest. You can dispose of her quietly after the heir is secured." My blood turned to ice. They were using me to transfer my trust fund to Ivan, planning to bury me and replace me with his mistress before the honeymoon even started. They thought they were killing a helpless girl. They forgot that a surgeon knows exactly where to cut to cause the most damage. I taped a microphone to my ribs beneath my white silk gown and walked onto the stage of our engagement gala. I didn't take the microphone to say "I do." I took it to burn their empire to the ground.

I lay on the wet asphalt, the cold rain mixing with the metallic taste of blood pooling in my mouth. My lungs were heavy, filling with fluid as my life ebbed away. Through swollen eyelids, I saw my lover, Clovis, and my stepsister, Alanna, standing over me with looks of pure triumph. "Thanks for the trust fund, sister," Alanna whispered, shoving a phone screen in front of my dying eyes. The headline was a jagged blade to my soul: Caesar Williamson, the "tyrant" husband I had fled from, was dead in a multi-car collision. He had died trying to rescue me, thinking I was in danger. The realization shattered what was left of my heart. The man I had spent years painting as a monster had driven into hell to save me, while the man I thought was my safety was the one who had just crushed my ribs with an iron bar. I had played right into their hands, ruining my reputation and my marriage for a lie. I watched them walk away, leaving me to choke on my own blood in the dark, discarded like a bag of trash. I wanted to scream, to beg the universe for a rewind button, to tell Caesar I was sorry. The darkness pressed down on me, heavier than the betrayal, as my world finally went black. Then, I was screaming. I shot up in bed, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. I scrambled at my abdomen—smooth skin, no blood, no tear. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: it was three years ago, the morning of my wedding to the Williamson estate. I didn't waste a second. I scrubbed the "unstable" makeup from my face, threw on a white silk dress, and blocked the man who would eventually kill me. This time, I wasn't running away from the manor. I was going back to the husband I had once feared, ready to save the only man who had ever truly loved me.

When Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha, he's something far more dangerous. Caspian Valdyr is a lycan king with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body, he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever. But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide: return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his. In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom. But freedom comes with a price, and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity. One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything. A fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, and absolutely no holding back.

Talented chef Liam sees his career crumble when his boss frames him for a crime he didn't commit. Stripped of his reputation and position, he refuses to surrender. Liam starts a modest food stall, using his skills to rebuild his life from scratch. As his culinary creations gain unexpected fame, he navigates a dangerous path of revenge and romance. He must outmaneuver his former employer to clear his name and reclaim his rightful place.

I was ready to throw away my entire future for my boyfriend, Aaron. Believing he was the victim of a brutal hazing campaign at our prestigious law firm, I'd arranged for us to escape to a small town, sacrificing my own career. My bags were packed. But at our farewell party, I overheard him laughing with his friends. The hazing was a lie. He just couldn't handle the pressure and felt suffocated by my success. "Chelsea's too intense," he sneered. "Kassandra is different. She needs me. She makes me feel like a man." Kassandra, the sweet new intern he was leaving me for, joined in, calling me "intimidating." They were all laughing at my blind loyalty. My love was a burden. My competence was a threat. He hadn't just betrayed me; he had used my fierce loyalty as a weapon to orchestrate my downfall. But I didn't give them the satisfaction of a scene. I walked away, my heartbreak hardening into cold resolve. He thought he was getting a clean break. He had no idea he had just declared war on the wrong woman.

My husband, Brock, wanted to sell me out. Literally. His plan was to drug me and deliver me to his boss, all for the sake of a promotion. But what he didn't know was that my boss, Gill Webb, was gay. He was interested in my husband, not me. He looked me in the eye and asked, “Adeline, you don't want to lose your job, do you?” I sighed, weary to my bones. I really needed this job. After my husband fell into a drugged stupor, my boss appeared at the bedroom door.

I gave my childhood sweetheart, Kade, ten years of my life and the code that built his empire. I thought we were a team. Then, on the night of our success, I overheard him call me his "unpaid intern" and "beta test." He publicly discarded me for a strategic marriage, shattering my world. I fled, rebuilt my life from scratch, and found real love with a kind man named Heath. But Kade came back, obsessed and unhinged. When I refused to take him back, he had his thugs beat Heath bloody in an alley. He cornered me, begging for another chance, his eyes wild with a twisted love. "It was always you, Addy! I made a mistake!" I walked straight into his corporate office, my heart cold as stone. I looked the monster I once loved in the eye and delivered my final promise. "You will stay away from me and the man I love," I said, my voice lethal. "Or I will expose every last one of your family's secrets and burn your entire empire to the ground."

The day I watched him deny me completely after the night he had marked me as his mate, it broke my heart into a million pieces. I watched Andrew Kane, the ruthless Alpha of the Northwest Pack and my supposed mate. A night before he had whispered into my ears. "You're mine and mine alone, Elena." But how could I have possibly thought that same man was going to be standing right in front of me and yelling "I reject her. She's not worthy to be my Luna." We went from love to hate but I could never have thought fate was going to play tricks. Even if he didn't want me to be his Luna, he must, to carry out his assignment as an Alpha. Forced into a marriage with him, he only hated me the most and I wanted revenge so badly but what happens when the man who doesn't want anything to do with you begins to make you have second thoughts while he pampers you on his bed!

On our fifth anniversary, my husband, Alpha Ethan, didn't give me a gift. Instead, he watched as his "invalid" mistress, Ilene, poured a tureen of boiling soup laced with Wolfsbane directly onto my chest. As the poison ate through my skin and I screamed in agony, Ilene clutched her heart and faked a panic attack, claiming my noise was hurting her. Ethan didn't call a doctor for me. His eyes glowed amber with power, and he turned his Alpha Command on his dying mate. "Stay down!" He forced me to lie paralyzed in my own melting flesh, unable to move or whimper, just so my screams wouldn't disturb the woman who had poisoned me. He scooped her up and walked away, leaving me on the restaurant floor. That night, the bond in my chest finally snapped. I didn't argue. I didn't fight. I simply burned every photo of us, masked my scent, and vanished into the night. It took Ethan two years to discover the truth. Ilene wasn't a fragile victim. She had been taking suppressants for years, hiding a healthy wolf while draining his bank accounts and laughing at his guilt. He slaughtered her in a rage and spent his fortune searching the globe for me, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But he was too late. He finally found me on the cover of an international art magazine. I wasn't the weak, wolf-less Omega anymore. I stood tall, glowing with the power of the legendary White Wolf. And the man standing next to me, with his hand possessively claiming my waist, wasn't him. It was the Lycan King.

Racheal has lived a very simple and straightforward life: work, home, and quiet evenings with her best friend. That is, until the new neighbor moves in. She shouldn't care about Adrian Cole, but he is everything she is: arrogant, distant, and seemingly infuriating beyond reason. However, behind his chilly facade is a life she could never have guessed, and a heart he is trying very hard to protect. When tension softens into attraction, foes become something more and love makes them decide between safety and desire. Will their worlds, which are so different, collideor find a way to coexist?

I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.

WARNING This book contains mature scenes, explicit content, and potentially triggering themes. It is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. Claude Adams never wanted a mate-especially not her. As the Beta and son to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, he knows fate isn't something to fight. But when he meets the she-wolf destined to be his, the bond feels all wrong. Suffocating. A trap he can't escape. So when a cryptic message meant for a human draws him onto a luxury cruise liner, he takes it as the perfect excuse to run. What he doesn't expect is Nikolai Vladimirovich-a ruthless Russian Mafia boss with a dangerous aura and a stare that strips Claude down to something raw. What starts as a reckless, meaningless fling turns into something neither of them can walk away from. But Claude isn't human. He was never meant to belong to Nikolai. And when the truth comes out, there will be no mercy. Because Nikolai doesn't share. And fate? It doesn't make mistakes.

For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

Cassidy Fox woke up in a freezing, luxurious penthouse that wasn't hers. Before she could clear her spinning head, ruthless billionaire Jaret Taylor threw a phone onto the bed. The screen showed an explicit photo of her boyfriend, Burt, tangled in sheets with Jaret's fiancée. Burt had fled the moment things got complicated, leaving Cassidy behind as a scapegoat to face a monster. Jaret demanded an eye for an eye. He trapped her in the room, choked her until she nearly blacked out, and threatened to completely destroy her career if she refused to submit to him. When she still fought back and escaped, Jaret's men captured Burt and lured her to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of a hurricane. Burt was tied to a rusted pillar, beaten and sobbing in terror. He didn't care about what degrading acts Jaret would force her to perform to pay off his debt. "Cassidy, please, just listen to them! We can figure this out, just don't let them hurt me!" Cassidy felt a suffocating wave of despair and injustice. She had risked her life driving through a deadly storm to save the man who had once saved her from drowning, only to realize she was sacrificing herself for a selfish coward who had already betrayed her. Jaret sat at the poker table, looking at her rain-soaked body with a cruel smirk. "Every hand I win, you do exactly what we ask. If you manage to win a hand, we cut off one of Burt's fingers." Looking at the pathetic man begging for his life, Cassidy slowly picked up her cards.

(18+ Warning: This novel contains explicit scenes of violence, aristocratic cruelty, sexual content, and themes of blood magic, non-consensual binding, and character trauma.) Sofia Quispe was never meant to be a simple noble. As the supposed pureblood heir to the powerful Abribi Covenant, her fate was sealed in a political Blood Union to three powerful vampire princes: the dominant Zilo Graves, the ruthless Klaus Blackwell, and the ambitious Zack Rivera. This union was meant to secure the throne and unite the kingdom. But during the Ceremony of Binding, the blood doesn't lie. When Sofia fails to Awaken her vampiric gifts, a desperate bloodline test reveals the shattering truth: she is not a pureblood noble, but a disgraced Dhampir-half-human, half-vampire-the product of her deceased mother's forbidden betrayal. In the rigid aristocracy of the vampire world, Dhampirs are considered abominations, a stain on bloodline purity. Renounced by her enraged father, Lord Quispe, and brutally rejected by the Princes who fear political ruin, Sofia is cast out of the Covenant citadel and into the perilous human world, a day-walker with no power, plagued by the maddening Blood Hunger caused by the trio's incomplete Blood Mark. Rock bottom forces her into the shadows of the city, where she works at a supernatural bar, fighting to control the erratic power surges of her cursed bond. When a violent attack by feral vampires leaves her vulnerable, she is saved by Phuwin Montague, a powerful, enigmatic Vampire Sovereign from a rival faction. Phuwin sees not a flaw, but a unique political weapon-a Dhampir marked by a Prince. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Sofia trains with an ex-military vampire hunter, learning to master her hybrid nature and the dark potential of her blood. But the psychic echoes of the incomplete bond still haunt her, pulling her

I stumbled into the wrong hotel room while drunk and accidentally lost my virginity to a stranger in the pitch black. I fled at dawn, hoping to erase the painful mistake. But when I went to a private clinic for a checkup, the "doctor" who walked in and locked the door was him—Cain Reed, a billionaire who coldly declared my body was now his "responsibility." When I tried to escape, he cornered me in the parking garage, threw me into his bulletproof Maybach, and locked me inside his high-security Tribeca penthouse. He had already investigated my entire life—my abandoned childhood, my dead grandmother, my student loans. "You took my first time, and I took yours," he whispered, pinning me against the glass. "You belong to me now." He demanded my complete submission, threatening to stalk my job and my apartment if I dared to run again. I was terrified and suffocating. Why me? Out of all the women in New York, why was this ruthless, powerful man so dangerously obsessed with a nobody who made a drunken mistake? His possessive need felt like drowning, a gilded cage I would never escape. I couldn't let him consume me. Pretending to surrender, I negotiated a public date and watched his luxury car drive away. Then, I pulled out my phone and texted an old college acquaintance. If Cain Reed wanted to control my life, I was going to create a "serious boyfriend" to fight back.

I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan  that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn't flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He's the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn't born...I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He's right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forget my revenge. I just want to be ruined all over again.