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Blurb. Julliette Mercer swore she would never risk her career for a man. As the new sports therapist for the NHL’s most ruthless team, the Blackridge Wolves, she expects bruises, injuries, and egos the size of the rink. What she doesn’t expect is the way every star player looks at her—hungry, feral, as if she’s already theirs. The Wolves’ captain, Bryan Maddox, is ice and fire, dominance carved into muscle. His touch burns, his stare strips her bare, and his warning is clear: stay away, or you’ll regret it. But Bryan isn’t the only one circling. His teammates stalk her with the same dark intensity, each one determined to claim what instinct says belongs to them. They tell her it’s fate. She calls it madness. Yet every stolen glance, every forbidden touch, pulls her deeper into their world. A world of secrets, violence, and hunger that has nothing to do with the game. And when a rival Alpha decides to take her for himself, Julliette learns the truth: the Blackridge Wolves aren’t just men. They are predators. And the most dangerous thing she can do is love them back. Julliete is caught between ruin and ecstasy. To resist them is impossible. To surrender might cost her everything.

Magnus Ashford was a king among men and a god among wolves. As the billionaire Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, his power was absolute, and his devotion to his mate, Vivienne Marlowe, was the stuff of legends. But power breeds envy. On a night of treachery and silver fire, Magnus is ambushed by hunters and left for dead in the forbidden Whispering Wilds. Saved from the brink of extinction by the ethereal Nymphs, Magnus is forced into a soul-binding Blood Oath. To earn his life, he must serve as their mercenary general in a brutal war against the Centaur tribes. For months, he is a ghost, a warrior trapped in a magical veil, forced to watch from afar as his kingdom is systematically dismantled by Grayson Steele and his army of ancient, cursed wolves. When Magnus finally shatters his chains and returns home, he finds a nightmare in place of his legacy. His mentor is dead, his estate is a ruin, and the pack has branded him a coward who fled in their darkest hour. Worse, the cunning Isla Voss has seized the throne, ruling with a silver fist and the blessing of the very enemies who slaughtered his kin. Vivienne Marlowe is no longer the soft woman he left behind. Hardened by betrayal and scarred by Isla’s cruelty, she looks at Magnus not with love, but with cold, emerald fury. With the Eclipse of Judgment only three days away, Magnus must navigate a deadly web of political intrigue and primal lust to reclaim his throne and his mate before a divine curse strips him of his humanity forever.

Morgana Hamilton died betrayed, poisoned, and discarded like a pawn in her husband’s ruthless bid for power. Then she woke up. Thirty minutes before she would poison the most dangerous man in the West Coast—the Alpha King himself. This time, she refuses to be a sacrifice. Dante Hamilton is power wrapped in sin. Ruthless. Commanding. A man whose dark gaze strips her bare without touching her. He has always watched her. Always wanted her. And now that fate has given them both a second chance, the heat between them is no longer a secret—it’s a wildfire. To save him, Morgana must seduce him. To survive, she must betray her husband. But the deeper she sinks into Dante’s world of leather, dominance, and whispered promises in the dark, the more she realizes she isn’t pretending anymore. His hands on her skin ignite something primal. His possessiveness awakens the wolf inside her. And when he claims her, it isn’t just her body he takes—it’s her loyalty, her hunger, her soul. Yet power is never taken without blood. As secrets unravel, paternity scandals explode, and a kingdom teeters on the brink of war, Morgana must choose: revenge… or reign. Because this time, she won’t die a pawn. She will rise as Queen. And the Alpha who obsesses over her? He will either rule beside her… or burn the world down for her.

She knew the wedding was inevitable. That’s why she let herself have one last night, one reckless, sinful night with him. Nico Moreti. The man who made her forget the world. It was supposed to be their final goodbye. A stolen moment before she was forced into a marriage she never wanted. But when she walks down the aisle the next day, ready to marry the most feared mafia boss in the country, she looks up and sees him. Her Nico. Standing beside the groom as his son. The realization hits her like a bullet to the chest as his cold, burning gaze strips her bare in front of everyone. She never thought she’d see him again much more him turning out to be her new stepson. She never wanted this marriage. Never wanted to belong to Salvatore Moreti, a man who buries his wives before their bodies go cold. But she’s trapped. And the man she loves? He’s part of the people sharpening the knife. Because Nico won’t forgive nor let her go. And he sure as hell won’t let her forget who touched her first. Now, there’s no way out. Because in this world, love doesn’t save you. It destroys you.

After the human race loses the war, the beastfolk rule over the human lands. As crown princess, my sister Amber Whitaker is born beautiful and is handed over to the Beast King, Theron Olson, as his concubine. Compared to her, I'm plain, so they send me to the breeding quarters, where beastmen fight over me and use me like a breeding machine. However, Amber doesn't fare well either. She's too gentle for palace schemes. Before long, the other women frame her, and she dies. As for me, pregnancy after pregnancy wears my body down until it's too weak to go on, and I die filled with hatred. Then, everything blurs. When Amber and I open our eyes, we stare at each other in shock and realize we're back on the very day the human race falls. This time, I hold her hand tightly and say firmly, "Let me serve the Beast King instead!" On the night, Theron takes me to his bed. "You look so slim, yet you're surprisingly full. Are you afraid?" With that, he strips away my clothes and casts off his own. One glance makes my breath hitch. I've seen beastmen's packages before, but I never expected Theron to have two!

Elena Brooks didn’t sell her soul for money. She sold it for her sister’s life. When cold-hearted billionaire Alessandro Rossi offers her a way out of insurmountable debt. One year as his contract wife, she has no choice but to sign. One bed. Brutal rules. Total surrender. In exchange: five million dollars and protection from the enemies her father betrayed. But Sandro Rossi is no ordinary billionaire. He is the ruthless Don of the Rossi Syndicate, a man who takes what he wants and destroys what he can’t control. Now trapped in his opulent penthouse, Elena finds herself at the mercy of a predator. Every lingering stare makes her pulse race. Every deliberate touch sets her skin on fire. Every whispered command strips away another piece of her resistance. The more she fights his dominance, the more shamefully she craves it. As dangerous rivals close in and deadly secrets rise from the past, Elena realizes the real threat isn’t the contract. It’s the monster who’s slowly claiming her body… and stealing her heart. Some deals are written in ink. Theirs was sealed in blood, lust, and obsession. And once Sandro Rossi decides a woman belongs to him… He never lets her go.

Zara Thomas is 23, broke, exhausted, and desperate. A waitress clinging to dead-end shifts and shattered dreams, her world collapses further when her mother is diagnosed with cancer.and the bills are more than she could ever afford. Out of options, out of time, and out of hope, Zara does the unthinkable: she sells one night of herself for money. She walks into a luxury hotel suite expecting shame. she meets Alexander Sterling a dangerously magnetic billionaire who strips her down with his eyes and undoes her with a single touch. One night. No names. No emotions. Just survival. Until fate twists cruelly. A week later, she lands a dream job… as his personal secretary. He’s cold, commanding, and acts like she’s invisible. But his gaze lingers. His touch remembers. And so does hers. What begins as tension spirals into a relationship laced with passion, pain, and everything neither of them expected. But just as Zara starts to believe in something more, a ghost from his past returns, lines blur between duty, desire, and something deeper, past secrets begin to surface, and one devastating truth could change everything. Will love be enough to rebuild the empire they lost or will the weight of their past destroy everything they almost had?

Accused of murdering her father, Scarlett is forced into slavery and bought by Alpha Lycan Winter Drayonne, he strips her of rank and pride, reducing the daughter of an Alpha to the lowest Omega in his pack. Her new duty is to tend to his heavily pregnant Luna, his child in her belly, and him who now owns her body but will never touch her soul. Following the death of his mate at childbirth, Winter develops a possessive interest in her, dragging her from the shadows of servitude into the blistering heat of his gaze, deciding the only way to silence his ghosts is to tame her. He will make her kneel. He will make her crave. He will make her his, until the only name she remembers is the one he growls against her throat. Caught between an Alpha who would burn the world to possess her and a forbidden ember reigniting with River Kedalf, the silver-eyed Delta who still tastes her name like forbidden wine and would bleed the world dry to free her, Scarlett must decide: kneel as the Omega he craves… or ride with River to seek her revenge against the people that hurt her. In a court where love is a leash and desire draws blood, only the untamed survive.

The man I'd been with for three years, my fiancé, had promised to leave everything behind in the States and move to Europe to join my family. For our future together, I had quietly arranged a transfer of massive assets in his name. The night I was finally ready to tell him everything, I came back to our safehouse and heard voices I wasn't supposed to hear. "Kane, are you seriously giving up your entire place in the mafia for some ordinary girl?" That was Alicia Holt, the daughter of a small-time mob boss who scraped by at the edges of New York. Kane let out a cold laugh, his voice dripping with contempt and calculation. "Give it all up? For that useless woman? Alicia, you're underestimating me. I'm only playing along to get her to sign over that Manhattan townhouse and her offshore funds into my name." He knew exactly how much I'd sacrificed to be with him. He knew I'd even defied my father. And none of it meant a damn thing to him. He just found me clingy, embarrassing, like a dog he couldn't shake. "That idiot actually thinks she's something. If it weren't for her money, I wouldn't even waste a glance on her." Kane pulled Alicia closer, his voice thick with arrogant contempt. "Once I've drained every last asset, I'm breaking off the engagement. Then it's just you and me, baby." Alicia giggled and playfully swatted at his chest. "What if she finds out?" "Finds out? She's just some sheltered rich girl with no backup and no clue." Kane scoffed like he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. "What's she going to do?" I stood there and felt my fury turn into something ice-cold and perfectly still. Kane had no idea. For a few scraps of easy money, he'd just thrown away an entire European crime empire.

To scrape together enough money for tickets home on New Year’s Eve, I took on a part-time job and accidentally entered a livestream where money was being thrown around. The boy on screen had fair skin and wore a high-end knit sweater, with a luxuriously decorated villa behind him. “It’s too boring being kept here. My sugar mommy gives me more money than I can spend. Let’s do some giveaways.” Excited, I grabbed several large cash drops in a row. The money for my girlfriend’s and my tickets was almost enough. Then the boy suddenly leaned close to the camera. “She keeps saying the tear mole under my eye looks like her boyfriend’s. What bad luck, sharing the same feature as some poor loser.” My fingers trembled. I had a tear mole in the exact same spot. A comment floated by: [How could a sugar mommy’s boyfriend be poor?] The boy sneered, running a hand through his hair. “She’s just playing around. Told him she’s a million in debt, and he’s dumb enough to work and help her pay it off.” My heart went cold. My girlfriend was also supposedly a million in debt. “The funniest part is, she just spent three days with me. When she left, I asked if she still had the energy to go be with him. “She said as long as she tells him she’s going to wash dishes at a barbecue place, that idiot will feel bad and go deliver food to make some extra money overnight.” Another big cash drop came in. I had enough now. My phone rang. Wren’s voice sounded tired as she said, “Aran, the ticket money isn’t enough… I made a little over two hundred dollars washing dishes. I’ll head home now.”