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"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals. His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth. The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it. 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

...“You can’t win this trial. The pack is against you. Your father is against you. Even your friend…” He paused. “Even she has betrayed you.” Kael’s eyes locked on mine, hard as iron. “So I’ll give you a choice. Trust me, and I’ll make sure you live.” “Trust you? You just claimed me like I was some prize to steal. You said you would kill me if I lost control.” “And I meant it,” he said, voice flat. “But I won’t let them tear you apart like animals. If you let me, I’ll fake your defeat. I’ll claim you fully... On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Lyra Vale’s first shift should have bound her to her pack. Instead, it marked her as the monster they fear most. Born under the cursed Blood Moon Oath, she is fated to either unite the supernatural world… or reduce it to ash. Now every faction wants her blood; the Vampire Courts whisper her name as the key to breaking their chains, while the Witch Sanctum swears she is a mistake of prophecy and her own pack and her family would rather see her buried than crowned. But fate is never merciful. Lyra’s soul is bound to a mate who is both her fiercest protector and her deadliest enemy. A boy who swore an oath that might kill her… and break her in ways no blade could. As betrayal coils tighter than love in a world where alliances shift like shadows and every truth has fangs, Lyra must decide: Will she chain the beast inside her or unleash it? This is because under the Blood Moon, even salvation tastes like blood, every choice bleeds and under the Blood Moon, will love be a weapon?

In a world where the moon shattered and the strong devoured the weak, Neoma Solstice is nothing. A scentless Null. A ghost. A mistake. Until the day she saves a dying Lycan warrior with a touch, and her secret is revealed: she's Void-Born, the rarest mutation in existence. The same power that makes her invisible makes her invaluable—a living weapon that can cure the incurable Feral Rot plaguing the Lycan Ascendancy. Captured and collared, Neoma is forced to serve as "Tether" to Unit Vanguard: four elite soldiers on the brink of madness. Barzil, the ruthless Commander who sees her as a mission. Wolfy, the cold Tactician who sees her as a puzzle. Viggo, the feral Berserker who sees her as salvation. Guller, the fallen Priest who sees her as redemption. They own her contract. They control her life. They swear she's just a tool. But tools don't make their masters kneel. As Neoma's power grows, so does the threat she poses to the regime that enslaved her. When the prophesied Blood Moon rises, she'll have to choose: remain the Ascendancy's battery, or become the Void that devours them whole. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some in magic. Theirs was forged in desperation—and it might be the only thing strong enough to save a dying world. The Obsidian Covenant is a dark dystopian reverse harem romance featuring a morally gray FMC, four obsessive MLs, found family dynamics, enemies-to-lovers, rejected mate redemption, and a slow-burn that explodes into high heat. Perfect for fans of The Cruel Prince meets Den of Vipers in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. No choosing. No apologies. No mercy.

Genre: Dark Romantic Fantasy Kaelen Thorne has always been an outsider—a struggling mage-in-training in a quiet border village. But when his home is ravaged by a pack of werewolves, he unleashes a torrent of magic that should not exist in mortal blood. In the ruins, he finds Elira, a wounded elf whose violet eyes mark him as the heir to a forgotten dynasty. Bound to him by an ancient oath, Elira becomes both his protector and his curse. Together they journey through burning villages, cursed forests, and the shadowed courts of vampires, unraveling secrets of Kaelen’s lineage. He is the last of the Thorne bloodline, destined to decide the fate of three warring races. Yet the prophecy that hails him as savior conceals a devastating truth: the peace his ancestors forged was built not on unity, but on sacrifice. As Kaelen and Elira’s bond deepens into love, the cost of his destiny becomes clear. To end the war and save the realm, Elira must give her life. Torn between love and duty, Kaelen fights to defy fate—but Elira has already made her choice. In the ashes of war, Kaelen will be remembered not as a hero, but as the last guardian of a promise sealed in fire and blood: the Silver Oath.

Magnus Ashford was a king among men and a god among wolves. As the billionaire Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, his power was absolute, and his devotion to his mate, Vivienne Marlowe, was the stuff of legends. But power breeds envy. On a night of treachery and silver fire, Magnus is ambushed by hunters and left for dead in the forbidden Whispering Wilds. Saved from the brink of extinction by the ethereal Nymphs, Magnus is forced into a soul-binding Blood Oath. To earn his life, he must serve as their mercenary general in a brutal war against the Centaur tribes. For months, he is a ghost, a warrior trapped in a magical veil, forced to watch from afar as his kingdom is systematically dismantled by Grayson Steele and his army of ancient, cursed wolves. When Magnus finally shatters his chains and returns home, he finds a nightmare in place of his legacy. His mentor is dead, his estate is a ruin, and the pack has branded him a coward who fled in their darkest hour. Worse, the cunning Isla Voss has seized the throne, ruling with a silver fist and the blessing of the very enemies who slaughtered his kin. Vivienne Marlowe is no longer the soft woman he left behind. Hardened by betrayal and scarred by Isla’s cruelty, she looks at Magnus not with love, but with cold, emerald fury. With the Eclipse of Judgment only three days away, Magnus must navigate a deadly web of political intrigue and primal lust to reclaim his throne and his mate before a divine curse strips him of his humanity forever.

Three years ago, Arthur swore a blood oath at the Moon Altar. No other she-wolf would ever touch him. Only me. Forever. Three years later, he drugged me with wolfsbane wine, stole my Alpha Seal, and opened Silver Moon's borders to the Rogues himself. My parents took silver to the heart. My sister was sold to the Crimson Court. My pack burned. He crushed my jaw and forced me to watch. "They called me your lap dog. I destroyed you to prove I was no dog." He thought he had all the time in the world to break me. He didn't know. When I had pulled him from that Rogue ambush in the ice, a moonstone shard had pierced my heart. I had three days left to live.