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“I reject you… a man, as my mate. And I also reject you as my Luna.” Alpha Kane’s voice was cold. Just like that, he cast me aside, an Omega unworthy of him. No one had imagined that his destined mate would be a man. Worse, my father killed his father. I broke. There was nothing left to do but accept the bond he refused. But before I could even walk away, he turned, his eyes filled with hatred, and tried to kill me. Bleeding and broken, I collapsed deep in the forest, the world fading to black. Then the sunlight vanished. A towering figure stepped in front of me, blocking out the sky. “Who dares to hurt my mate?” The Lycan King’s voice was as cold as hell itself. Every pursuer dropped to their knees. Every single one except him. He stood tall, untouched by fear, and reached out his hand to me. My mind went blank. Mate? I… became the King’s mate? In an instant, I went from an Omega trampled underfoot to a Queen above all. Everyone who had ever humiliated me would pay the price.

​For five years, Nerissa Vane was the perfect, silent wife to Lysander Blackwood. She endured his coldness, his family’s disdain, and the humiliation of taking birth control every night to ensure she didn't "trap" a man who hated her. She was the woman who secretly saved his family from ruin, yet he saw her as nothing more than a desperate social climber. ​When Lysander’s first love returns and falls pregnant, the mask finally slips. Lysander doesn't hate children—he only hates the idea of having them with Nerissa. After a tragic accident where Lysander leaves a bleeding, pregnant Nerissa behind to save his mistress, Nerissa realizes that love cannot be begged for. ​She leaves behind a wedding ring, a positive ultrasound, and the truth about the debt he can never repay. By the time Lysander realizes he chased away the only woman who truly loved him, the "placeholder wife" is gone, and the powerful Vane Heiress has risen in her place. He wants her back, but this time, Nerissa isn't playing by his rules.

He left prison with nothing but scars and a Harley and never expected to find salvation in the arms of a man who hates the club. After six years behind bars, Ash Vega returns to the only family he’s ever known; the Iron Vultures MC. But freedom isn’t the same as peace of mind. Ash's hands are stained with blood, his soul heavy, and the world feels colder than the cell he left behind. Then there’s Noah Quinn, the quiet medic who runs a free clinic down the block. He hates the bikers for the violence they bring to his doorstep… until one bleeding outlaw crashes into his life and refuses to leave. Ash is danger, Noah is light. But when enemies intercept and old debts come calling, two men on the opposite sides of a line are thrown together and those lines keeps blurring with every touch. He’s the fire Noah swore he’d never touch. And he’s the peace Ash never believed he deserved. This is a story of two men on one road and a war that could destroy them before they ever get their chance at life.

Seraphine never expected to be payment for her father's debt. Married to Alpha Fael Varyn to settle what was owed, she spent two years trying to be the Luna he refused to acknowledge. When she finally conceived, she thought everything would change. She was wrong. Fael rejected their bond, and left her bleeding in the rain. She should have died that night. Instead, she was saved by Darius Varyn, Fael's banished uncle and sworn enemy. In the forbidden North, Darius offered her something Fael never did, acceptance, protection, and a chance to be the Luna she was always meant to be. Six years later, Seraphina has built a life with Darius and raised her son Aurelian in peace. Until Fael returns with a devastating prophecy. Forced to return to the place of her greatest trauma, Seraphina must navigate political schemes, a mistress bent on destroying her, and two Alphas fighting for the throne. But when a shocking truth about Aurelian's bloodline is revealed and a piece of her past comes back for her, the tides grow thicker. And when her power awakens, the prey becomes the predator.

[18+ WARNING: Mature Themes & Explicit Content] As the Lycan King’s lips brushed my throat, my cunt throbbed with a shameful, desperate heat. But I wanted more. I wanted him to pull me closer, to trail those scorching kisses slowly down my cleavage while his massive hand worked my ass. This was wrong. This was a death sentence. My body was begging to be devoured by the devil himself—the widely feared Lycan King. And he was about to claim me as his mate. For three years, I was my Alpha husband’s punching bag—a dormant, defective Luna. When I finally gave birth, he dragged my bleeding body to the slave square and sold me and my newborn son for a chest of gold. I expected to die in the freezing mud. Instead, the continent's most terrifying warlord dropped to his knees and wrapped me in his royal furs. My ex thought he was disposing of useless trash. He didn't know he had just handed a god of war his true Queen—and signed his own death warrant in the process.

Grayson Harmon's childhood friend, Sophia Lexton, got into a car accident. She didn't just lose her memory—she came away with some post-traumatic stress disorder, too. That's what the doctors called it. They said we had to keep her calm, avoid anything that might upset her. So, for the sake of her recovery, Grayson asked me not to argue with her. To let her have her way, no matter what. She took my engagement necklace and moved into the little love nest Grayson and I had made our own. And on our wedding day, she threatened to kill herself, forcing Grayson to take her to the hospital. He looked at her bleeding out and said to me, calm as ever, "Brianna, I'll make it up to you after the wedding. I'll throw you an even grander one. Sophia is dying." Then he picked her up and walked away, never once looking back. If he had—just once—he might have seen something was wrong. He might have seen the blood soaking into my wedding dress.

“Who the hell typed this contract, Liam? I see typos.” “What typos? I wrote every damn word myself.” “Then you must’ve been typing while Evelyn was suck–” “Shut the fvck up, Olivia! Just sign it, or forget about ever seeing my babies again.” “They’re my babies too, you asshole! Would you sign if some psycho shoved this shitty contract in your face?” “Then don’t sign. Your loss. Get the fvck out of my office. Call me only after you sign, or you’ll regret it.” --- I thought giving birth would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my whole world shattered. While I was still weak and bleeding in that hospital bed, my husband walked in… not with flowers, not with comfort, but with a hard blow to my stitches. That devil set a trap far worse than our marriage itself. And no matter how much I hated him… a part of me still burned whenever he touched me. Was this love, madness, or the devil’s contract I could never escape?

Chloe-Anne King is done watching Owen Kyle act like Briarwood High is his personal kingdom. Cocky, adored, and untouchable, he’s the boy everyone fears, and the boy she’s secretly wanted for years, but he won’t see that; they’re not in the same league. So she makes a reckless decision: she’s going to humble him… by getting him exactly where she wants him. One risky night. One dangerous secret. And suddenly Owen has no choice but to play by her rules. But the closer Chloe pulls him, the messier everything gets. Owen stops being just the school’s golden boy; he becomes the one person who sees the cracks in her armor. And when real feelings start bleeding through the lies, the power shifts, the game flips, and Chloe’s the one left exposed. Now their reputations are on the line. Their secrets are slipping. And falling in love might be the most dangerous move either of them can make. She wanted to ruin him. He wanted to forget her. Neither expected to need the other. Briarwood High is about to burn, and they might go down with it.

My name is Oliver Blaese. I have an IQ of 145, a hacker's instincts, a mouth I can’t keep shut, and a list of men who shouldn’t be allowed to keep breathing. The courts won’t touch them. The press won’t do their jobs. So I find a Russian mercenary the size of a small building who runs the most lethal black-ops team in the world, and I make him an offer. He says yes. He also says other things. "On your knees." "Mine." Things in Russian he doesn’t bother to translate, that I look up later while bleeding from a cut he’s put his mouth on. Things I shouldn’t enjoy as much as I do. By the time the world is paying attention, the Syndicate is hunting us, my MI6 mother knows exactly what I’ve been doing, and Kirill is the only person who knows where every part of me lives. I don’t regret a single name. I don’t regret a single bullet. I definitely don’t regret him. MM dark romance. Heavy kink. Hard violence. Earned HEA.

For six years I was locked in the pack's lightless dungeon, bled day after day to keep the Alpha alive. The day they finally dragged me out, I was barely breathing. But the Alpha just looked at me and said, "My poison was actually cured within the first six months. It's just that the moonflower in Selene's garden needs she-wolf blood to bloom — it helps her conceive. Your blood wasn't wasted." My brother Damien spoke like he was doing me a favor. "We've known all along. You bullied Selene for years. Call this a small punishment." My parents stood off to the side, looking at me with open impatience. "We were going to keep you locked up longer. But Selene miscarried because of you. She can't have children anymore. So we're letting you out — to carry an heir for her." Six years of bleeding for the Alpha had hollowed me out. I had less than a month left to live. What the Alpha would never know was why I'd been willing to bleed myself dry for him. Because I was the one the Moon Goddess had chosen as his mate.