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She tended to her in-laws, using her dowry to support the general's household. But in return, he sought to marry the female general as a reward for his military achievements. Barrett Warren sneered. "Thanks to the battles Aurora and I fought and our bravery against fierce enemies, you have such an extravagant lifestyle. Do you realize that? You'll never be as noble as Aurora. You only know how to play dirty tricks and gossip with a bunch of ladies." Carissa Sinclair turned away, resolutely heading to the battlefield. After all, she hailed from a military family. Just because she cooked and cleaned for him didn't mean she couldn't handle a spear!

They abused her. Used her for their dirty work. Humiliated her publicly. Treated her like filth on their shoes. They called her an omega. A servant. A mistake. But the Moon never forgot her name. Daeira (Day-rah) *Dee* to her friends, doesn't remember the night her family was slaughtered. She doesn't know she's the last living heir of the Seralyn Pack, sacred white wolves descended from the Moon Goddess Selene. Blessed with lunar & healing magic, divine power, and moon fire in their blood. All she knows is cruelty, hunger, and survival in the most ruthless pack in existence. Raised by the wolves who killed her bloodline, Daeira has spent her life in the shadows, beaten, starved, silenced. She hides her strength. Hides her power. Hides the truth of what her wolf really is. Until the night she turns eighteen... and the Moon wakes her. Her wolf rises in a blaze of silver flame, and for the first time, Daeira sees what she really is, chosen, divine, and deadly. But when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, rejects her in front of the entire pack, everything shatters. She doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She runs. Because Daeira isn't the broken little thing they raised in a cage. She's the prophecy made flesh. And the world has no idea what's coming. An ancient evil is spreading through the wolf realm. The rift to the hell realm has cracked wide open. Demons walk the earth. Angels are falling from the skies to stop them. And Daeira? She's the only one who can close the breach. The wolves who cast her out are about to learn: The Moon doesn't bless without purpose. She sure as hell doesn't forgive. ✅ Reverse Harem/Dark Romance ✅ Rejected mate ✅ Dark Magic/Demons ✅ Hidden goddess bloodline

Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.” She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale. She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her. As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown. Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.

Heavy is the head that chose to wear the crown. A story beneath her Crown Behind her Sword... Young Daciana lost her family in one dreadful night, from the black sheep of the family to the future Queen of Whitespire. She had to bury her wild side and be the ideal princess and perfect Queen but then her paths crossed with "HIM" A royal match of fate. Will she continue her path of pretense? Or will she soar like the eagle she was. When true love comes knocking a dangerous choice was to be made. Was destiny just an illusion or you have to make your own? An amazing romance novel that begins with the death of Daci and Birth of Princess Daciana!

"Also not her your Lordship. For it is the first princess of the kingdom. Princess Ninsab" Xisuthra said and bowed his head multiple times. . Xisuthra had just confirmed the death of the princess and he was sure that someone had poisioned her. Asalan Enlim who was the Emperor of Slosalia was not sure how to take the news in. How was the king of Iduivacan going to react when he hears that the one betrothed to his son was dead? He would only take it as a ploy to escape the marriage. "Make sure the news doesn't get out until I find something to do about the situation," the emperor told Xisuthra. His other daughters were too young to play peace offering. He would just have to find a solution to the problem. Una Whiteland was only trying to find the person who had killed her parents. She went ahead to join the police force. She had exerted her sweet revenge on the person when she was shot and woke up finding herself in the past. In the Kingdom of Slosalia. "She looks exactly like her highness" Xisuthra whispered. "Are you sure?" the emperor asked as a plan formed in his mind. No matter who this woman was she was going to be the emperor's daughter to prevent them from going to war. If they went to war they'll lose and he would lose his throne. This was the only way to protect his throne and kingdom. She was from the future and forced to be a princess. He was an emperor willing to protect his kingdom.

Born amidst two warring nations fueled by the murder of their respective Kings' fathers, Arah and Darrin are but small pieces on this ever-evolving paradigm of prejudice and war. Yet, a spark is lit between them unbeknownst to their throne bearers. Will this fire burn them alive or give birth to a new light to guide these kingdoms and themselves to a brighter future for all?