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Series One: On her wedding day, Isabella Hernando stared into the mirror and wondered— how could she possibly marry someone she barely remembered? Miguel Martez, the man she was arranged to wed, was only a childhood friend who had long since disappeared. But just before the ceremony was about to begin, Miguel vanished without a trace. To save the family’s reputation, Maximilian Martez, his elder brother, was forced to take his place at the altar— without anyone knowing, not even the bride herself. But when Isabella finally stood before the man, she was shocked. That face, those eyes… that voice… Series Two: Adeline Martez is a quiet, introverted girl who grew up cherished and spoiled by her parents. Marriage was never something she worried about—until the day her parents announced her arranged match. Her groom-to-be? Jason Castello—the man she despised most. Her senior. Her tormentor. The shameless bully who had made her school days miserable. Adeline fought with everything she had to escape the engagement. But the harder she pushed him away, the tighter Jason held on. One stubborn cat. One relentless dog. When hatred sparks, tempers clash, and neither is willing to surrender— how does a battlefield turn into a marriage?

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

Scarlet Paige became rogue when her mate, Micheal Rayfield who was the alpha of her pack rejects her because according to him she wasn't fit to be his Luna. To punish her, her declares Her a rogue after wrongfully accusing her of treason. Scarlet, hurt by her mate's childish attitude vows to prove her innocence. She meets and falls in love with Xavier De Vil- a brutal alpha who just recently lost his mate in a fire accident. Xavier, feared alpha could not resist the innocent beauty who came to him for help. He allows her into his pack. That is after he had tortured her, thinking she was a spy sent by a near by pack. At first he used her for personal satisfaction, practically turning her into a sex slave, and his P.A. He learnt of her betrayal and unjust mate; and decided to help her, but fell in love with her as he helped her. But what happened to her when her mate came crawling back ,asking for forgiveness? Could she be able to ignore their mate bond simply because she was head over heels in love with Xavier?

Nomia: Rejected by my first mate because he wanted something better. He wanted a beautiful woman, with wealth, influence and connections. Not a slave who he’s purposely kept too weak to receive her wolf. To not be reminded of me he sold me at the auction. Only to be bought by another alpha to become one of his concubines. Never in my life have I had self determination. Now I have my wolf and I will fight for my freedom. I will take revenge on those who wronged me. The mate who rejected me? I will take his balls and have his head. The mate who wanted me and my wolf to submit to him? I will turn the tables and make them submit to me.

As soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.

"I am cursed, I am unwanted, I am failure. Then why are you still waiting for me to accept you?" I yell while tears fall out of my eyes. "You are not any of these. Do you hear me?" He says cupping my face in his hands. "Then what am I?" I ask in a broken tone. "You are the Luna Queen and it's high time to show the world what you're cable of doing." He replies determinedly looking at me with eyes full of love and...pride? Erica Thompson is the Queen of the werewolves, making her superior after the Alpha King. She used to be a great warrior but after the sudden deatg of the Alpha King during their Coronation Ceremony, she has become numb to everything around her. Not only that, she's being called 'cursed' after that incident by the Royals as well as other werewolves. However, the sudden entry of the mysterious Alpha of the Forbidden Rogue Pack is going to change her life more than she can think of.