What Happens At The Ending Of Barbarous Mexico?

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and her identity. He used them to escape a poor, forgotten corner of the rural West, then ran off with another woman. He became a law professor, standing at podiums and lecturing about justice. She became a famous painter, giving interviews about integrity. My grandmother spent her whole life trapped in that same dying farmland. Everyone called her an old maid. She never stopped waiting for him. Not even on her deathbed. Fifty years later, I clawed my way out of that godforsaken place on the strength of two generations, my grandmother and my mother. I made partner at a top law firm. It was graduation season. I sat in the lead interviewer’s chair. Across from me sat a girl. Polished. Confident. The most outstanding graduate from the best law school in the state. I opened her résumé and flipped through it page by page. Then I stopped at the family information section. I stared at that name for a very long time. I looked up at her and said quietly, “You didn’t get the job.”

“I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed.” Every man and woman Ángel meets disappears. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn’t send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he’s claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. At sixteen, Ángel Di Cristina lost everything. His father—an FBI agent—was closing in on the Mafia when a brutal massacre left his parents dead. But that night, one masked man went rogue. He killed his own allies, marked Ángel with a scar, and disappeared. For years, Ángel hunted him. And now, he’s closer than ever. But Castle doesn’t play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castillo doesn’t just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.

I'd been lonely lately. Having accrued enough wealth to no longer need to go on the raids I was well off. Now I just needed a little slave girl to warm my bed. I'd considered a docile thing with a warm spot for me. But instead, I was intrigued by the spitfire commanding she'd not be touched. I saw her body and thought her too tiny but when I touched her, I wanted her. And what I want. I get. Afterall, I'm a wolf at heart. And a full moon is coming. She'll learn the way of things. One way or another.

Three years of blame, one day of freedom and a lifetime of revenge. Elena Valdris was called barren. For three years, her billionaire husband Jack and his cruel family made her believe that her inability to conceive made her worthless. After a bitter divorce and a single reckless night with a stranger who awakens the fire inside her, Elena vanished. Years later, she returns with a new name, wealthy, and twin children whose father remains a mystery. She is no longer the discarded wife. She is power itself. "Let's find a new daddy for mummy," One of her twin sons said when Jack was on his knees, begging. "That's our daddy." The other twin points across the room, to the most feared billionaire in the world, who freezes the moment his eyes lock on Elena. "We meet again, my Sunray."

“You’re useless to me, Carmen. A barren Luna is no Luna at all.” Those were the last words Alpha Silas Knowles spat at his wife before he orchestrated the car accident that took her life. He wanted her dead so he could marry her sister, Chloe, and finally claim the heir he believed Carmen could never give him. What Silas didn’t know was that Carmen was already six months pregnant with a miracle child. What he didn’t know was that he was the sterile one, and the child Chloe carried was not his. When the Moon Goddess grants Carmen a second chance, she wakes up three months before her murder. But the woman who returns isn't the submissive, fat wife Silas used to mock. She is cold, calculating, and ready for war. While Silas is busy with his mistress, Carmen is busy siphoning his millions, dismantling his pack’s assets, and planning her disappearance. To survive, she must strike a deal with the Alpja of Nightshade, Cayden Viner. Cayden is a lethal Alpha and Silas’s most feared rival who has never let a woman close—until he meets the transformed Carmen. He’s suspicious of her motives, but he’s captivated by the fire in her eyes and the secrets she’s hiding. As Silas’s empire begins to crumble, he realizes too late that he threw away a Queen for a parasite. He wants Carmen back. He wants his heir. But Carmen is no longer a broken woman. She has a new King, a new empire, and a revenge that is only just beginning.

Four years into our bond, my body was a wreck. Losing our first pup had nearly killed me, leaving me too fragile to handle Fred’s massive frame. Fred was our Alpha—a mountain of a man. To protect me, he publicly announced he’d had a vasectomy. Even after the Pack Healer cleared me, Fred wouldn’t touch me. He claimed he was terrified of hurting me again. I thought I had the most loyal mate alive. Then I saw him. He was at a shop across town with his Lead Warrior, loading a basket with over a dozen toys—the most expensive models they had. The Warrior nudged him, smirking. "Planning a marathon? You’re not worried Maya will find out you’re screwing her sister?" Fred laughed, his eyes bright with a sick kind of pride. "Maya is my Luna; I love her. But her body is broken," he shrugged. "Cynthia looks exactly like her—only younger, tighter, and willing to do whatever I want. No complaints, no pain. My soul belongs to my Luna, but I need an heir. Cynthia will carry my son so Maya doesn't have to suffer."