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“Wolfless and worthless, that is what you are, Valeria.” Worthless. Stupid. A waste of space. That is what they all called me. “You’ll be rejected. No male in his right mind will ever want you.” And they were right. My love story begins with rejection. Wolfless, I was born without a wolf soul. But I am more than that. My bloodline carries magic, and soon they will all learn how worthless I truly am. --- “Let me love you, Valeria.” “You can’t.” “Yes, I can and I will. You are mine now. Reject the idea all you want, you have no choice. I will love you.” “You're the one who rejected me.” Raphael’s hand clamps gently on my chin. “Don’t run from me again.” He doesn’t even acknowledge my words. “You should know better than to run from an Alpha.” “What do you want?” “I wanted to speak with you, but now…” His voice drops as he leans close, his nose brushing my ear. “Now I want you on your knees… taking me all in.” Shock floods me, but the image forms in my mind, and my knees weaken. My body doesn't hate the thought. I close my eyes, turn away, but when I dare look back, his gaze is raking down my body, slow and possessive. If I don’t escape, this man will own me. My hand rises, pressing against his chest. “You broke this. You shattered our bond. You don’t get to have me now. Someone else will.” I release him, pushing just enough to slip free of his grasp. As I walk away, his voice follows, low: “A mistake I will never make again. I’ll have you. I will win your heart, my beautiful mate.”

Blakely Yarrow has never been your ordinary werewolf. With a family curse hanging over her head, a wolf that refuses to listen to her commands, and an Alpha claiming to be her mate, she already has her hands full. Things take a sharp turn when her twenty-first birthday rolls around and the curse she's spent her entire life fearing finally takes hold. As they had in the past, the beastly Gods of her kind appear, heeding the curses call. Instead of claiming her life, they claim something even more precious. Her soul. Torn from everything she once knew; Blakely has no choice but to navigate her new life in the godly realm, trapped with her three devastatingly beautiful captors. In this foreign land of magic and danger, she quickly begins to realize that the curse haunting her family was put there for a reason, and that she isn't the only one suffering. Blakely soon learns that the Moon Goddess is missing, and she just might be the key to finding out the truth. A truth that puts both her heart and her life at risk. ~A Reverse Harem Novel by Jane Doe~

(3rd book of a series- Alpha Braddock #1, Alpha Abigail's Quest #2) Spinoff from Alpha Abigail's Quest Crescent Moon is blessed by the moon goddess with special wolves of the DeLuca bloodline; their wolves are strong and powerful. Join our beloved Westfield family as the children of Alpha Braddock grow and endure the hardships that come with finding that one that's truly fated to be joined them body and soul. One Gamma of Crescent Moon believes he is fated to Teresa Westfield and is waited 4 years for her to shift on her 18th birthday. Will Gamma Gabe get what he has waited for and claim Teresa? Does fate have a twist that will forever change a Gamma's thinking of waiting for his fated or choosing one? Antonia DeLuca's story - Hidden Den is attached to this book. Finding your fated mate is an Angel and erasing his memory of you is good until you find he remembers ever time you've met, and he knows you're a willing killer.

Rovak Perez wants freedom. Tanner Vergara already has everything Rovak has ever wanted. As the sons of rival Alphas and players on rival hockey teams, they should stay out of each other's lives. Instead, they can't seem to stay away.

"What do you want?... Wealth, Fame, Power, Freedom or anything that you desire?""None of these, I only want to that man!".............Mizu Sodomaki lived in the slums of Hesteria when was still younger. She got a poor and miserable life. Having to be raised by a terrible mother, who often beat her up. Until one day she met a boy named Shiro. The only person who comforts her soul, her first love. Yet, later on, he left her.5 years later, they meet again. In a horrible place called the arena, where they play a survival game. A place where no one can escape, in which their opponent is the only key to survival.Crush or be crushed! In this world, if you were weak, you will die!

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.