Who Wrote Auctioned To The Cruel King And What Other Books Exist?

They don’t know I’m a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land—their ruthless beast king—took an interest in the “pretty little prince.” How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . . . . Check out my new book, sequel and set in the Urekai Universe: Once His Bully, Now His Whore.    

My family auctioning me against my will was one thing. But being auctioned to him, the demigod Alpha, known for chaos and bloodshed, the cursed abomination, was the worst that could happen. I watched him kill men without mercy. I watched him claim me just to spite his brother and now, I'm trapped within his fortress as a slave. His slave. At first, I want to end it all before he does it for me, but on a second thought, I have to fight for my freedom. He swears he bought me to spite his brother and humiliate me. He swears that he despises me. My sin? Being born with the same hair as his mother. But then, the way he looks at me isn't the way you look at the enemy. The way he pins and touches me isn't the way you touch a slave. He buries his face in my neck and relaxes with my scent, claiming me in ways no master should claim a defiant captive. I'm supposed to hate him for being heartless, for being evil, for refusing to let me go, but somewhere in between, I don’t. It's hate and angst, yet every touch makes my heart betray me. He makes my heart beat in ways it shouldn't. A human and an Alpha? Unacceptable! In fact, forbidden in Dark Hound! It's in fact forbidden! But he's unhinged and doesn't care. It's all war and roses until I find out I'm the thing that could either destroy him—or break his curse. The devil they warned him about. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences (18+) readers discretion is advised For the girlies who love their MMC a little bit twisted, broken with redemption here and there.

Blurb “I won’t be yours,” I whispered, heart pounding as the Lycan King’s massive frame caged me against the stone pillar. His golden eyes burned with centuries of hunger. “You already are.” •••••• Ava Moonveil never wanted to attend the Lycan King’s infamous Mating Ball. Fresh from a devastating breakup and done with love, she is dragged there by her stepmother, who sees her as a ticket to overnight riches. But when the King’s eyes lock on her across the crowded ballroom, his wolf roars to claim her as his fated mate. Before she can run, she is publicly claimed… and then coldly sold by her own stepmother in a contract signed for wealth and power. Now trapped in the King’s possessive world, Ava battles the magnetic pull of the bond while his ruthless brother offers her a way out, an escape that hides deadly ambition. As enemies close in and the King nearly dies protecting her, Ava faces the ultimate choice: stay and become Queen, or run with the man who promises freedom but plans her mate’s downfall.

Areum was born pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl and cursed enough to be hated for his parents’ betrayal. The kingdom kept him alive only because he was useful to punish. He learned how to survive fists, insults, and the constant threat of being exposed for what he really was; an Omega boy in a place where that alone was a crime. When the palace signed a treaty with the feared Alpha of the North, the royal family hid their own daughter and forced Areum to take her place. Dressed as a bride, given a title he never asked for, he was sent into a marriage meant to keep peace between two lands. And when the Alpha began to notice him, too closely, too often, Areum realized the truth was getting harder to hide, and the consequences will be fatal if it slipped. Trapped between a mate who already rejected him, a husband who kept shifting from gentle to cold, and a kingdom that wanted his head, Areum must survive a palace that would rather bury him than let his secret breathe. This story is centered around Areum but it contains multiple people in love and multiple love stories, stay turned ^^

Elara Moonfall, an omega, is publicly rejected by her fated Alpha mate during the Moon Bond Ceremony and sold at dawn to settle her pack’s debt to the Lycan Dominion. Delivered to King Kael Varyn a ruthless ruler bound by ancient law. Elara is claimed without negotiation but kept at a careful distance. Within the Lycan court, Elara becomes the focus of political tests as rival Alphas challenge the King through her. Though not imprisoned, she cannot leave, and as Kael enforces absolute protection over her, an unexpected bond begins to awaken, one that threatens Lycan law, pack hierarchy, and the balance of power. A slow-burn rejected-mate Lycan romance centered on power, betrayal, and fate.

I died with my husband's betrayal on my lips and my unborn child in my womb. One moment I was Mia Weston — billionaire, wife, mother-to-be. The next, I was gone. Erased. Traded like a chess piece by the man who swore to love me forever. Then I woke up. Silk sheets. Marble walls. A maid calling me "My Lady." And a father I had never met looking me dead in the eyes saying — "You have been promised to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. You leave at sunrise." I thought I was dreaming. I was wrong. King Zyren is not a man. He is ancient, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only dangerous things are. He doesn't smile. He doesn't explain. He simply looks at me like I am something he has been waiting for — and that look alone makes my whole body tremble. He calls me his traded bride. I call him my nightmare. But nightmares don't look at you like you are the only breathable air in a burning room. Nightmares don't press you against cold stone walls and whisper "You will learn your place, little human" with a voice so deep it rewrites your bones. And nightmares definitely don't make you forget — even for one dangerous, breathless second — the man who killed you. I was sold to settle a debt. He had waited centuries for exactly me. Neither of us was prepared for what came next.