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Everyone knows me as the "Defect" — the only wolfless female in the Blood Moon Pack. But when my father's gambling debts threatened to destroy us, I had no choice but to make a deal with the devil. Alpha Kade paid the five million dollars, but the price was me. The arrangement is both simple and twisted: during the day, I am his invisible servant scrubbing the floors while he ignores me. But by nighttime, I am forced into his bed. He claims only to need me as a human sedative for his insomnia, though he insists on holding me tight while denying me his heart. The line between hate and desire begins to blur. But just as the ruthless Alpha begins to fall for his "useless" bedwarmer, I discover a secret that will remove me from his life forever. Years later, I have returned — no longer weak, no longer without the wolf. Kade has sought me out, but he previously broke me. Will he collect me again, or will I cause him to suffer for every tear I cried?

SYNOPSIS In the Blackthorn Pack, Moana is a ghost. She is the daughter of a traitor, forced to scrub floors and eat scraps to pay for her father’s sins. She wants to be invisible. She doesn't want a mate. But the Blood Moon Ceremony has other plans. When the sacred bond snaps into place, the entire pack gasps. Moana is mated to Alpha Eldrick… the most ruthless, feared, and powerful wolf in the region. He is the man who killed her father, and the man who hates her most. Instead of claiming her, Eldrick does the unthinkable. In front of hundreds of wolves, he growls the words that shatter her soul: "I reject you." He leaves her broken and humiliated in the dirt. But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. When a new enemy rises and Eldrick’s life hangs in the balance, he realizes the "traitor’s daughter" is the only one who can save him. Can Moana forgive the man who publicly shamed her? Or will the broken bond destroy them both? Make it more catchy and sound very human

Brianna didn’t want a new life; she wanted a way out. When her mother, Eloise, marries the tech tycoon Declan Van Doren, Brianna is dragged into a world of cold marble, sharp whispers, and a stepbrother who treats her presence like a stain on his family crest. Dawson Van Doren is the heir to an empire and a man with a heart of jagged glass. To the world, he is the brilliant, untouchable billionaire. To Brianna, he is the monster in the bedroom down the hall—the man who watches her with a mixture of loathing and a dark, suffocating hunger that makes her skin crawl and her heart stutter. But the Van Doren mansion is a house of glass. While Dawson breaks her spirit by day, his father’s closest friend—the man she calls Uncle—watches her with a terrifyingly different kind of heat. Caught between a stepbrother who wants to ruin her and a forbidden protector who wants to own her, Brianna is walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. And Dawson is about to prove that the only thing more dangerous than hating him... is letting him touch her.

I was hired to care for a sick child. I never saw his face. Never heard his voice. Until I stepped into the house of nightmares. Ezra Kade thought the job was simple, to take care of a bedridden heir hidden away in a mansion dripping with wealth and secrets. But the moment he crosses the threshold, he realizes he’s been fed a lie. The child isn’t a child. He’s a man. A man who watches him from the shadows. A man with a past written in blood. Kieran Valen survived the unthinkable—an accident meant to erase him from existence. For two years, he’s played the part of the broken, helpless heir, a puppet in his siblings’ twisted game. But Kieran isn’t weak. He isn’t helpless. And Ezra? Ezra just walked straight into the web, into his hands. In a house ruled by deception, where the walls whisper secrets and the floors are stained with the past, Ezra must decide… run, or let himself be caught. Because Kieran doesn’t just want a caretaker. He wants devotion. Obedience. Worship. And he’ll break Ezra apart to get it.

The ninety-ninth time my mate, Valeria, the pack's Alpha Female, blocked our mind-link, I dragged myself, ravaged by Soul-Decay, into the Hall of Covenants. The cold marble steps bit at my bare feet, each one sending a lancing pain through my chest. In the final stages of Soul-Decay, I'd lost my healing abilities. Even the simple act of walking was agony. "I'm here to request a severance of my mate bond." The covenant official took in my pale, gaunt frame, his gaze softening with pity. "Sir," he asked quietly, "don't you have a pack to support you?" I've been invisible to my parents ever since my father brought home my adoptive brother, Silas, when I was ten. And while Valeria was my mate, it was in name only. We had never held a public marking ceremony. She rarely brought me to pack gatherings. Most of the pack wouldn't even recognize me. I wiped away the blood welling at the corner of my mouth. "That doesn't matter anymore," I told the official. "A dying wolf needs no pack."

Ten years. Ten years I gave Viktor Volkov everything; my hands, my loyalty, my designs, my silence. When his father stepped in front of a moving truck to save my life and died on that pavement, I became his son's by debt. By duty. And somewhere along the way, by something far more dangerous than either. Love. Foolish, one-sided, ruinous love. Now the doors of the Volkov estate are closing behind me with the quiet finality of a verdict. No argument. No goodbye worth remembering. Just the click of a latch and the ghost of a matching tattoo Viktor had lasered off his wrist before she arrived Elara Conti, all silk and Italian marble, the woman he chose in the time it took me to stop pretending he ever saw me. He gutted my studio. Erased my name from every wall. Turned ten years into a footnote. What Viktor doesn't know is that I'm walking out of those gates carrying the one thing he can never erase. His. And I will burn this entire life to the ground before I let him find out.

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia gives in to the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the intense, raw passion her body craves. Ethan has the fierce intensity that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she loses herself in his embrace, the glass shower where he holds her dripping wet, the marital bed where they lose all control night after night while Victor is away thirty thousand feet in the air. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s obsessed, counting the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can break through her walls, ruin her composure, and make her forget she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No limits. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with the memory of Ethan still burning inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.

I didn't just buy your debt, Elara. I built it. I sculpted your ruin so that when you finally fell, mine would be the only hands there to catch you." After her mother’s sudden, tragic death, art student Elara Vance inherited a legacy of shadows and a $50 million debt she couldn't hope to pay. She thought her billionaire stepfather, Julian Vane, was her only sanctuary, the man who stepped in to save her father’s legendary art gallery from the auction block. She was wrong. Julian isn't a savior; he’s an architect. Behind the cold, grey eyes and the custom-tailored suits lies a man who spent three years systematically destroying Elara’s life from the inside out. He bankrupted her mother, sabotaged her future, and waited for the exact moment the trap would snap shut. Now, Elara is a prisoner in a gilded cage of obsidian marble and glass. To keep her father’s soul from being incinerated, she must follow Julian’s rules.

“One night shatters her world forever...” “What did you see?" Enzo demands, his voice deadly quiet. “Nothing," she whispered under her breath as she tried to back away. “I saw nothing." “Liar," Ryan growls, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. “Your eyes betray you... and your scent—" His nostrils flare. “Impossible." “Mine," they growl in unison. And before she can flee, their claiming marks sear into her flesh. Hours later, she's chained in a dungeon cell, accused of a murder she didn't commit. But why would the powerful Alpha twins frame their own mate? ………….. Invisible. Forgotten. Barely surviving. For years, Athena has scrubbed floors and endured cruelty as a servant to the DarkMoon pack's ruthless Alpha family—until the unthinkable happens. Betrayed by her Alpha twins mates and thrown into the dungeon, she endured their years of abuse, but the moon goddess has chosen her champion. What happens when a power awakens within her that could burn her enemies to ash—or save those few she's come to trust. But wielding it may cost her everything.

“I would like to introduce you all to the person who will be overseeing this project, our new project manager, Jenna Anderson.” Being followed by the students and teachers clapping their hands, which was then followed by the click-clacking sound of high heels on wooden floors, and my eyes widened as my heart started the pound with surprise and anticipation at what my eyes were seeing next. Long, lean legs, a perfect ass wrapped up in a black pencil skirt. A blouse that hugged every perfect curve. Blonde hair that was right now up in a high ponytail instead of loose like it had been on New Year’s Eve. I couldn’t help but smile widely, believing that fate had intertwined our paths once again. The woman who had both haunted my dreams and intrigued me deeply was now in a project at my very own workplace. And even better, right now I also knew her name. Jenna Anderson. And now, I was happy to know that my parents did not raise a quitter in their firstborn son, because from the second I saw her, I knew that I would chase her, win her over, and make her mine, forever.