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Previously called A Weekend With The Alpha *** He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered into his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening and mind-numbing. "You should be running, Zera." he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me." "I don't want to run." I stubbornly stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too. His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."

The housekeeper, who was always punctual, was late today. "Madam, I'm so sorry… dinner isn't ready yet. Please don't be upset with me…" "But this time, there was no helping it. I waited downstairs for over half an hour, and no one swiped in. I even called Mr. Gregory, but he didn't answer. That's why I'm late." My hand froze mid-motion as I was changing shoes, and a frown creased my brow. "Lydia," I said, "didn't I have Richard give you the access card?" Lydia Pendel froze, her face blank. "Access card? Mr. Gregory never gave me one." "Never?" I repeated. "Yes," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her voice careful. "All this past month, I've been sneaking in whenever another resident opened the door, or calling Mr. Gregory so he could let me in. "Today, Mr. Gregory didn't answer at all, so I was stuck downstairs, feeling helpless…" That was strange. Because over the past month, the electronic lock on the front gate had clearly recorded swipes from that backup card.

I had given up the Luna position six times for Silas Blackthorn. The first time, I shattered every moonstone lamp in the master bedroom and threw his clothes into the rain. The second time, I cried until my wolf went hoarse, asking him why I had to be the one who stepped aside. The third time, I begged him to leave at least one suitcase behind, because I was terrified he would never come back. By the fifth time, I had learned to fold his coats, pack his luggage, and stay silent so he would not get angry. Every time, he kissed my forehead and promised, “Seven days. Then everything goes back to normal.” And every time, I believed him. Until the sixth time. This time, when Silas handed me the document and asked me to step aside again, I signed without crying. He thought it was another temporary Luna authorization form. He did not know it was the mate bond release agreement. Seven days later, while he waited for me to return to the main house and reclaim my title, the bond between us broke. And by then, I had already left Blackthorn territory for good.

Adam Wilson was broke, invisible, and one insult away from giving up. Until the day arrogance paid him back. After a brutal public humiliation, his life changes with a single notification: [Arrogance Amplification System Activated] The rules are simple. Act superior. Make them believe it. The more people see him as arrogant, the richer he becomes. What starts as small, calculated risks —outsmarting classmates, making bold claims, turning pocket change into thousands — quickly spirals into something bigger. Every victory boosts his wealth, status, and confidence. Every loss threatens to drag him back to nothing. Soon, it’s no longer just about money. It’s about reputation. Power. Dominance. In a world where pride rules everything, Adam Wilson is forced to walk a dangerous line between confidence and destruction. Because one mistake, one failed claim, one moment of weakness… …and everything he’s built can collapse. Now the question isn’t whether he can rise. It’s how far he’s willing to go. And if he can be arrogant enough.

"I...Is he my son?" He asked in shock when he saw my son Aldo standing beside me, and I tried to hide Aldo behind my body protectively, scared that now he might take my son from me when he finds out that he is his son, and all this time I have been keeping it a secret. "No! He is not." I lied, trying to sound confident, but I knew I was failing miserably as my forehead was sweaty and my tone was trembling. "Shut up, Sab. Don't lie to me, because you clearly mentioned that the only man who has been inside of you is me. And, even if you lie, no one is going to believe that this boy isn't my son because he looks just like me. Now, the question is, Why did you keep him away from me all this time? Why?!" he barked out the last sentence in anger, making me flinch and Aldo cry out of fear from this man. The Ruthless Italian Tycoon that I had one night stand with and ended up pregnant with his secret heir.

Lyra Jenson was just a tool to her father, yet she longed for the life she never had. Remy Hawthorne ruled his own world, deciding who stays and who dies. In a city where power is perfection and ugly secrets are the downfall of the elite, Lyra became a chess on the board. Having agreed to marry Remy despite his ruthless reputation, she clings to him as her only way out of her bitter family house. The marriage preparations proceed until the day that changes everything: Lyra is confirmed pregnant. The father is unknown to anyone. The ruthless Hawthorne family sees it as a calculated insult to their name and will do everything to destroy the Jensons. But before they can act, the bride disappears. Remy will stop at nothing to find her, because despite everything, she is someone he considers his, and something he refuses to lose, even if she carries another man’s child. As he searched, darker questions arose. Who is the father of her child? Why did she disappear? Is she dead or was she taken? Who has she become in her absence? And when the truth finally surfaces, who will it destroy?

The rumbling of the thunder and the rain kept pouring in torrent as Martina knelt in front of the man she called her husband and beside him was the only person she had ever called friend. With blood dripping down from her white nightwear and sweat glistening her forehead despite the cold weather, tears were streaming down her eyes. The two people in front of her looked like the devil she has watched from movies when she was just a child and the much talked about demon from her Bible stories. This was the longest night of her life, how she wished everything would end and she would wake up in her big comfy bed back at her father’s mansion but here she was, kneeling in front her own husband begging for her life while her best friend just sat there with a glass of whisky in hand. Martina was left wondering if it was not too cold for whiskey at this time. Five years later, she is reborn as the youngest and richest CEO and guess what??? Her ex husband is her cousin and she will be married to the richest and the most dominant man in America.. revenge is sure to be served hot.

"Matilda" he called "there's something you have to know" "go ahead" I urged him "actually the surgery is not for me it for Sara so I don't think we can get married" my heart sank, I shiver and beard of sweat form on my forehead,I suddenly feel dizzy "You......you ....no it can't be this is not happening....you...." "shut up" he replied coldly "are you a fool do you think I will marry a slut like you,you can't even give a baby" "but I did it all for you" I screamed "you son of a bitch...." ***************** Matilda Frances, Frances one and only princess was betrayed by her loved ones,her beloved sister not only betray her but also destroy, her and the man she would do any thing for, the love of her life lead her to her deathbed But fate favoured her and she was given second chance,she vow never to trust or love anyone, and vow to set things straight Would Matilda love again??? Would she be able to set thing straight??? Why don't you find out???

While Alpha Leon danced with his assistant on the dance floor, I sipped wine with clients. To avoid offending anyone, I let his intoxicated self brush his cold hand against my thigh. Still, Leon never glanced at me. His attention was entirely on helping the assistant brush stray hair from her forehead, softly asking if she was hungry. When the banquet ended, the assistant complained of boredom, and Leon immediately whisked her away, leaving me behind for the next round of festivities. “The young shewolf’s been busy with work lately. I’m just taking her to relax. “You don’t like bars, so don’t follow us. “Also, I won’t be back tonight. We’ll postpone tomorrow’s marking to another day.” We’d been together for five years. Although he gave me the title of Luna, he never marked me. This was the ninety-ninth time Leon Gray had unilaterally canceled marking me. So, I nodded. Since he was always busy, perhaps this marking was unnecessary.

Sequel of 'Set Me Free', hope everyone enjoys reading this book as much as they liked the previous one. “What is your name?” A deep voice of a man echoes throughout the poorly lit room. Daniel, who is cuffed to a white medical bed, can barely see anything. Small beads of sweat are pooling on his forehead due to the humidity and hot temperature of the room. His blurry vision keeps on roaming around the trying to find the one he has been looking for forever. Isabelle, the only reason he is holding on, all this pain he is enduring just so that he could see her once he gets out of this place. “What is your name?!” The man now loses his patience and brings up the electrodes his temples and gives him a shock. Daniel screams and throws his legs around and pulls on his wrists hard but it doesn’t work. The man keeps on holding the electrodes to his temples to make him suffer more and more importantly to damage his memories of her. But little did he know the only thing that is keeping Daniel alive is the hope of meeting Isabelle one day. “Do you know her?” The man holds up a photo of Isabelle in front of his face and stops the shocks. “Yes, she is my Isabelle.” A small smile appears on his lips while his eyes close shut.