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[WARNING: SMUTTY PARANORMAL ROMANCE WITH AN OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE WOLF/LYCAN SHIFTER. DETAILED SMUT AND VIOLENCE.] A billionaire with a dark secret. A prophecy that could change everything. And a bond that could be her salvation… or her doom. Maci Carter didn’t ask for this. She left her small-town life behind to start fresh in the city, free from her past, free from anyone telling her what she can’t do. But fate has other plans. When she crosses paths with Thorne Wintermere, the enigmatic CEO of Wintermerre & Co., Maci’s life takes a terrifying, thrilling twist. Thorne isn’t just any billionaire. He’s a powerful, untouchable alpha, a rare werewolf-lycan hybrid hiding in plain sight without a pack. Known as the ruthless leader of a hidden supernatural council, Thorne has spent his life protecting his family’s legacy and keeping his world’s secrets…until her. As dark forces close in, she begins to uncover her own secrets, powers that have lain dormant within her for years, powers tied to a father she barely remembers and a world she never knew. As Maci and Thorne are pulled closer by an undeniable, electric bond, their connection could tip the scales of an ancient power struggle, or end in ruin. Will Maci embrace her destiny, or will she walk away, leaving Thorne and the supernatural world in chaos? Fans of intense, edge-of-your-seat romance won’t be able to resist The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets. Where passion and power collide, and one choice could change everything.

​“I dragged you out of that filthy gutter, Leylie. I paid for your mother’s last breath and your sister’s cheap little dreams. I turned a nobody into something almost presentable. And now you’re going to repay that debt in another man’s bed. That’s all you were ever good for, anyway. ​●●●LEYLIE●●● ​My fourth wedding anniversary started with a bouquet of roses and ended with Finnian Thorne, my husband, forcing me to watch him sleep with another woman. ​He says I’m ungrateful. He says I’m selfish. ​But the truth is, I’m just a pawn in a billionaire’s game. ​To keep my family alive, I have to follow his final, twisted order: Seduce Hayes Doyle — his business rival, and destroy him with a single lie. As Finnian serves me divorce papers and throws me to the wolves, he makes one fatal mistake. He hands me over to a man even more ruthless than himself. Instead of a target, I find an ally. Instead of a victim, I become a weapon.

Gideon Hart, a man known for keeping every woman at arm's length, gets drugged and wakes up in a hotel with me lying beside him. Afterward, he comes to me and offers ten million as compensation. When I remain silent, my best friend, Lena Quimby, jumps in like she's been waiting for her cue. She snaps that money can't buy everything, trying to reject the offer on my behalf. Before I can say a word, comments start flashing before me like a live stream chat. "Here we go! The male lead, the female lead, and the side character are all on screen together!" "Lena's so classy. Way better than that gold-digger Evelyn." "Watch Evelyn reject the money and still get clowned!" "Who wouldn't pick the sweet, innocent heroine?" Glancing at Lena's flushed cheeks and the way her eyes stick to Gideon, I almost let out a cold laugh. Then, I turn to the man in front of me and hold up my Venmo QR code. "Sure. Wire it!"

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

She gave him everything: her love, her loyalty, even her life savings to build his empire. On their third wedding anniversary, Victoria Hale believed her cold and distant husband would finally see her worth. Instead, he shattered her heart. With one cruel slap and a set of divorce papers, he told her the truth: he had only married her for money, and he was leaving her for her stepsister, the woman he had loved all along. Broken, mocked, and left with nothing, Victoria almost gave up. But when a powerful investor—her ex-husband’s biggest rival—offered her a chance to rise again, she took it. Two years later, the woman everyone once called weak returned as the CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion empires worth billions. She was stunning, confident, and untouchable, no longer the naive wife who once begged for love. So when Trent Rhodes came crawling back—jealous, desperate, and ruined—Victoria looked him straight in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."