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"I am just a big, fat human to you, right?" I spent four years hidden in the shadows, pouring my soul into making my wolf fiancé the most powerful pack leader in the Silverhowl Bard Guild. I sacrificed my own voice, my own dreams, and my own pack standing for him. But on the eve of our wedding at the Moon Goddess Bond Hall, I caught him locked in the arms of my closest friend—the very wolf I helped turn into a superstar. They thought my human heart would break. They thought a plus-size human girl with no wolf abilities would just whimpering away into the dark. They were wrong. Betrayed, humiliated, and left standing alone at the altar, I refuse to let them see me cry. Instead, I walk straight up to the most dangerous, terrifying, and untouchable creature in the entire territory: Lucan Ashcroft, the supreme Alpha Lord of the Moonsong Dominion. He needs a wife in twenty minutes to secure his royal pack lands. I need a weapon to crush the wolves who tore my world apart. I look him dead in the golden eyes and make a deal with the devil. Our marriage is supposed to be a secret, temporary arrangement built on raw vengeance and pack law, not love. But as the fake bond begins to pull us closer under the same roof at the Ashcroft Silverclaw Citadel, the fierce Alpha King makes it clear that he isn't letting his human bride go. Rowan and Meredith wanted to see me fall, but they are about to watch me rule by the side of the ultimate Alpha. Will a human girl survive the dangerous games of the royal wolf bloodline, or will she teach the entire pack how a true queen rules?

"You don't say no to me, Lilian. You're my property. You belong to me!" His voice was calm, yet the scariest she ever heard. She shivered on the spot as she stared at the dangerous and scary man in front of her. How she suddenly ended up here in a lion's den and there was no hope of escaping, was what she never imagined. She knew her stepmom hated her so much, but if there was one thing she never imagined, it was the fact that she could go to the extreme length of selling her off to a stranger. "Re... Ren... Don't touch me..." Her voice quivered as she pressed her back further into the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She wished she could disappear into the wall, but was that even possible in reality? "I beg you, please... Leave me alone," She suddenly fell to her knees when her legs couldn't carry her anymore, and he rolled his eyes momentarily. "I'll spare you tonight, Lilian... Not because of your pleas, but because I am in a good mood. When next I want you..." He paused then squatted in front of her and smirk "I will torture you until you can't take it anymore and beg me to f*ck you so hard, Lilian. I'll make you hit orgasms five times in a row, and I promise that by the time I'm done with you, you'll never remain the same again," He whispered against her ear as a dirty smirk played at the corner of his lips, and her heart sank into her stomach. Will she ever get out of this?

WE'RE BACK! Yes, your favorite cousins are back at it again, but this time it ain't about me. So, buckle up and grab your wine glasses, because it's gonna be crazy! Mina’s POV: Wait a damn minute. Am I in hell? Because if I am, I need to speak to HR. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case, give a reference or something. I'm about to start freaking out because, I'm not a “go to hell” and mean it type of person. I can't do heat for five minutes let alone an eternity. I feel like giving my life to save a baby and a man should have gotten me at least joint visitation six months in heaven and six months in hell. “Mina, are you awake?” I heard the voice quietly say next to my ear. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like I had sand in them. I decided to try speaking, but only let out something that sounded like a sick animal. "Wait right there let me get you some water.” I heard a voice whisper again. Who the hell is that? I have heard that voice before but couldn't figure out who the hell it was. “! We need to move; they've found us.” The voice came again. Wait, what? Who the hell are they? I tried opening my eyes again, this time I managed to get them open enough to see the figure picking me up bridal style. Then the stranger turned his head to look directly in my eyes and I knew instantly who it was. “Blaze? You gotta be shitting me.” I said, obviously shocked. “Hey, can we join the party? I hope you are serving food because we are famished.” I heard a man say.

"Meet my wife, Blair, the fat chipmunk I've finally grown tired of." In front of the entire pack, he pointed at me and sneered. "I have decided to end our marriage." I thought I was lucky that I found my fated mate and married him. Morris was supposed to be my happily ever after. Instead, he became my worst nightmare. “She is the ‘biggest’ mistake I’ve made.” I was humiliated, rejected, and hated after three years of loving a man who never deserved me. At the gathering, the man destined to be my sister’s groom, powerful, wealthy and feared Lycan, looked at me with those burning eyes. “Blair, you are my mate.” Now the husband who broke me wants me gone, while the Alpha who should never have been mine refuses to let me go. I knew I would make Morris regret what he did to me, I could forgive, but I could never forget.

Phoebe has always been the quiet good girl who followed the rules. Until one night she poured every filthy fantasy she had about the school’s golden boy, Conrad, into a handwritten letter. That letter was never meant to be read by anyone. But it fell into the hands of the one person who should never have seen it—Seth Astor. Her new stepbrother. Now Seth holds her most dangerous secret, and he’s not giving it back. Not unless Phoebe agrees to become his personal assistant for two months. Total obedience. No questions. No escape. What starts as blackmail slowly turns into something far more dangerous—forbidden desire, burning tension, and a game neither of them can stop playing.

“You are nothing but a fat ugly duck! and I would never accept you as my mate!” ★★★ What Yeren didn't expect on the day of prom was her dear mate/ boyfriend rejecting her brutally. Claiming she meant absolutely nothing to him and mocking her body size in front of the entire school. She was humiliated and mocked by fellow students and she battled to leave the crowd, thinking her misery had come to an end not until she pumped into the Trio brothers and broke an artistic pearl worth millons that belonged to them. Things take a swift turn when they ask her to pay for it or have to serve time as their maid for the rest of her life. "You belong to us now! consider it a bondage contract.”

Annie Halden was the exact definition of a wallflower. She lived on the sidelines, didn't like attention and worried too much. She wrote letters to herself as her way to get her thoughts out. She never told anyone or let anyone see. Leo Smith, one of the school star athletes and most popular boys, found one of her letters. He started breaking into her locker to read the letters every time there was a new one. He grew concerned about her and wanted to protect her, he wanted to know why she was so broken and who hurt her, he wanted her to know he was there for her - be her shoulder to lean on. How would this friendship work out with Annie being as shy and quiet as she is, never getting close to anyone? How would this friendship last if Annie came to find out the truth about Leo stealing and reading her personal letters?

My best friend and my husband, Lorenzo Bartoli, fought every time they met. Lorenzo was the Don of the family, while my best friend was his Consigliere. She always fiercely opposed his most ruthless, high-risk decisions. Tempers explode every single time. But there was one rule that they both agreed on without any hesitation. No one was allowed to touch me. Because of them, no one in the city dared to cross me. Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, when I went down to the basement vault to organize Lorenzo's guns for him. I opened the safe to see stacks of letters, hundreds of them, all unsent. I picked one up. The moment I opened the letter, cold dread overwhelmed me. The receiver of the letter wasn't me. [My dearest Sofia…] I quickly scanned downward to the final lines of the letter. [If I don't make it back alive, everything in the Swissie accounts goes to you. As for Vittoria, she's a good woman, but I have never loved her.] With trembling hands, I tore open the rest of the letters like a hysterical woman. Three hundred of them in total. Every single one was addressed to Sofia Finzi. Sofia was not a stranger. She was my best friend.

Sixteen-year-old Ava never expected her future to show up in the form of a letter. When she discovers a mysterious envelope slipped under her bedroom door—written in handwriting that looks eerily like her own—she brushes it off as a cruel prank. But the message inside is impossible to ignore: Tomorrow, do not take the shortcut home. If you do, he will never wake up. The next day, Ava changes her routine. And in doing so, she prevents a tragedy that could have cost her best friend his life. More letters arrive, each warning her of choices she hasn’t made yet—choices that will unravel family secrets, test her friendships, and place her in the middle of a dangerous puzzle only she can solve. With every decision, Ava begins to wonder if the future she’s trying to protect is already written… or if she has the power to change it.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*