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In a world ruled by packs and power, Kyara has always been the weakest link—a rejected mate, abandoned by a man who should have protected her. But her world spins out of control when a centuries-old prophecy stirs, marking her as the key to a mysterious, dangerous future. As packs gather and enemies close in, Kyara finds herself thrust into the arms of Alpha Eric Blackwood—cold, commanding, and terrifyingly powerful. Eric has never needed anyone. Feared by all, he rules with an iron fist and no mercy. To him, Kyara is nothing more than a pawn to secure his pack’s survival—a fragile girl marked by fate and prophecy. Yet, the more time he spends with her, the more he begins to realize that th

In the glittering, cutthroat world of the Lycan elite, power is bought with blood and secured with contracts. For Lyra, an eighteen-year-old "wolf-less" human from the slums, survival means blending into the background as a night-shift maid at Vance Global's high-rise headquarters. She has one goal: keep her head down, earn enough to buy her brother’s freedom, and hide the terrifying, ancient power sleeping in her veins. But her quiet life shatters when an assassination attempt targets the pack's ruthless billionaire CEO, Alpha Xavier Vance. To save her own skin, Lyra unleashes a burst of raw, untamable magic to shield him—exposing her deadly secret. Xavier is powerful, cursed, and despera

When Olivia Charleston was released from Bedford Women’s Correction, she was a billion dollars richer in cold cash and assets. She went home, only to receive a cold reception from the family she had sacrificed a lot for. She took the fall for her brother’s crimes, and now they want her out of their lives. Though hurt, she chose to embrace her new life in secret. Brandon Pembroke was by her side. He had plans for her, but as he got to know her---his phony concern and affection became a reality. Her complicated heart and family life revolved around money, love, and lies.

Uprooted from her childhood home and thrown into a new life, introvert Irene has to navigate the ups and downs of a new neighbourhood, new school, and potential friends and enemies. Her world changes when her eyes fall on a pair of tantalising green ones and her heart falls for the very first time. Until one terrible night shatters all those hopes and innocence of first love, and Irene learns the hard way that she shouldn't have let her life revolve around a boy. But what happens when years later, when she has moved on and recovered from her scars, her past comes knocking once more? What happens when an old flame reignites her brokenheart?

Mia gasped as he slowly ran the tip of his finger up and down the length of her pussy; she was so primed for him, her hips jerked and a spasm inside of her made her moan. “Nick, now. Please… I can’t wait.” “Me neither, Mia. I want to be inside you. You’re going to feel amazing, I just know it.” **** Nick Spencer’s life is effortless: strong drinks, stronger flirtation, and women who leave before sunrise. No promises. No regrets. No complications. He likes it that way... until Mia Ferris walks into his bar and blows his carefully detached world apart. Mia is a writer with a cause and a dangerous amount of optimism. When a night out turns terrifying, Nick becomes her unexpected savior:

In the heart of New York City, amidst the chaos of honking horns and towering skyscrapers, Michael Stone—Alpha of one of the most powerful werewolf packs in the world—sits impatiently in the back of his black luxury car. He’s in the city for a high-stakes business meeting with humans, one that could alter the future of his pack. Time is slipping away, and traffic is at a standstill. Then he sees her. A young woman, effortlessly beautiful, walks down the busy sidewalk, unaware of the world watching her. She moves with quiet grace and a softness that cuts through the noise. Human, he assumes—until the primal force within him growls a single word: Mate. Without a second thought, Michae

My name was Wisteria Oliviero. Jackie Kissinger and I had been married for 10 years. The world praised his undying love for Yvonne Willson, his late first love. I too was glad I married someone so loving. Then, on Yvonne's deathday, I saw a photo of him kissing the supposedly dead Yvonne in Lutecia. I found out Yvonne swiped my dad's secondary card until its limit. When I demanded answers, he called me crazy and wanted to send me to an asylum. Then, I also found out the car crash that took my womb away was his and Yvonne's conspiracy. I wasted 10 years on the wrong guy, and I did not want to take it anymore. I used my family's power to destroy Jackie's company, collected evidence of the

He gave her pussy lips one last, long stroke, and then he moved one finger to her slick channel. He probed it carefully, moved in an inch, paused. When she whimpered and thrust her hips up, he slid in deeper, waited again. Good God, she was wet, and warm, and tight. She was perfect, and she was all his. When she opened her eyes and stared up at him, silently begging and pleading, that was when he added a second finger and slid home. Her whole body jerked in reaction, and both her cry and her eyes were wild. Fuck, yeah, his little hellcat was back – and he hoped he had the scratches to prove it later. **** Eight months ago, Warren “Derby” Kane took one wrong turn, and ended up trapped

He knelt down again, his eyes level with her lower lips. He stared at her pussy, remembering how she’d tasted, how she’d felt as she came on his fingers and mouth. He glanced up at her. “Babe, I can’t wait to go down on you again.” He pressed a kiss to her mound, his tongue darting out to give her a teasing lick as he pulled back. “You’re so damn hot, you know that?” “Uh,” she gasped as his fingers slid inside. “Please, Luke…” “Please?” he said, his thumb massaging her throbbing clit even as his fingers moved in and out of her. “Please what?” “Please…” She threw her head back, tried to keep standing. God, the man was going to kill her. “Please go down on me again.” **** Nine weeks ag

I had a fever, so I boiled myself an egg. I didn’t expect my son to come home and call the police. “There’s a thief in our house,” he told them, dead serious. “She stole one of my eggs.” The officers thought it was a joke. Evan didn’t. “Ms. Blake gave me those eggs. They’re imported. She stole from me, so she should be arrested.” Then he looked at me like I was a stranger. “Mom’s just lazy. She’s pretending to be sick. No wonder Dad likes spending time with Ms. Blake.” I bit down hard to keep from crying. It didn’t help. To him, my silence was proof I was guilty. “Ms. Blake said people who do bad things always act pitiful,” he added coldly. When my husband got home, he didn’t even ask how I