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My mate and my brother hated me for twelve years. They believed I stole their precious Sarah's herbal research and bullied her for twelve years into silence. At my marking ceremony, they exposed my "crimes" to the entire supernatural world. "She's nothing but a bully who torments her packmates and a thief who stole the herb formula from Sarah!" But Sarah smiled through her tears: "The formula doesn't matter anymore." "As long as it saved our wolves from silver poisoning, what does it matter who created it?" "I've already forgiven her." She became the pack's angel of mercy. I was condemned by thousands, until the very wolf I'd saved with my medicine poured silver water over my head. In my despair, I dragged Sarah down with me into death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my second year of high school. Sarah was slicing her arm with a silver blade, smiling as she asked: "Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me?" Something in me snapped. My Alpha power surged forth, crushing her to her knees. I grabbed the blade: "Let me show you what real cuts look like."

For two years, Cara Stone and her husband, Henry, have struggled to have a baby. Desperate, she turns to artificial insemination, using Henry's sperm in the hopes of becoming a mother. The plan works and she becomes pregnant. On the day she's to break the news to Henry, she comes home and finds him in bed with someone else. But the surprises don’t stop there. When Cara discovers that the fertility clinic she used had accidentally switched the sample, she learns that the child growing inside her isn’t Henry’s—it belongs to Wesley Morano, a notorious billionaire playboy and Mafia Don. Wesley, not ready to settle down, had secretly provided his genetic material, needing a surrogate to carry his heir. Reeling from the shock, Cara’s life takes another unexpected turn when Wesley offers her a formal contract to keep the baby—and pay her handsomely for doing so. As their arrangement deepens, Cara is pulled into Wesley’s dangerous world, where every step she takes puts her unborn child at risk and her life on the line.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After her death, countless pack members questioned Dad about what he had said. Someone even offered a million dollars in exchange for those words. But he remained silent. Until the day of my mate ceremony, Dad showed up. He walked up to my fiancé and whispered something...

I take my daughter, Joy Silver, to the healer for a routine check-up. My Alpha husband, Ethan Silver, who has been away on a business trip for a few days, comes to pick us up. The moment we meet, he possessively pulls Joy and me into his arms. It's as if we are his whole world. But I catch a faint, unfamiliar scent. As Joy snuggles up to her father affectionately, I force a smile, ignoring the sudden tightness in my chest. It isn't until we get in the car that I notice a woman sitting in the back seat. So it's her scent. A thought that has circled in my mind countless times surfaces once more. I want to leave him.

In the silver Moon Pack, Elara was an Omega who was wolfless. She was a servant who slept in the dirt, and a debt-child used as a footstool by the Alpha’s family. She spent her life waiting for her destined mate to save her. But when Kaelen finally looked her in the eye, he rejected her as his mate publicly. “I, Kaelen of Silver-Moon, reject Elara as my mate. A true Alpha needs a Luna who is strong, not a slave.” Left to die in the freezing rain, Elara thinks her story is over. Out of the darkness come four men who look like gods and move like predators. They are the Vane brothers, the most powerful Alpha bloodline in the world. They have been hunting for their lost sister, Elara, for two decades. Caspian, the Ruthless CEO, Julian, the Brilliant Surgeon. Silas, the Lethal Lawyer. Dante, the Mafia King. They promised to burn the world down for her. They promised she would never be hungry, lonely, or unloved again. But as Elara’s true power awakens–a silver energy that humbles even the strongest Alphas–a dark secret emerges from the Vane family’s past. Her brothers saved her from the Silver Moon Pack, but they might be hiding the truth about her past. And in the shadows, a twin she never knew existed is coming to reclaim the throne.

Rejected. Humiliated. Marked. On her eighteenth birthday, omega werewolf Livana Isole Liveshade expects her fated mate bond to change her life. Instead, it destroys it. The future Alpha, Bane Alistair, rejects her in front of the Silver Moon Pack and chooses another, leaving Livana as an outcast in the only home she has ever known. But Livana is not ordinary. A silver mark branded on her skin begins to awaken an ancient symbol tied to the Moon Goddess and a connection no one in her world fully understands. Among wolves, bonds are called mates… but among Lycans, they are called Erasthai. And Livana has just become one. Caspian Lycanthen, the cold and powerful heir to the Lycan throne, has spent centuries ruled by control, discipline, and power. But when he finds Livana, something in him fractures. Around her, his strength fades, his dominance weakens, and for the first time in his existence, the king becomes something dangerously human. Because Livana is not just his Erasthai.She is his weakness. As Bane tries to reclaim what he threw away and ancient forces begin to stir around the silver mark, Livana is pulled into a world where love is not safe, power is not stable, and destiny is not merciful. Now she must decide: Will she become the queen they say she is meant to be… Or the reason a king loses his throne?

My younger sister and I spent ten years fighting over Rowan Vale, the Alpha of Silver Ridge Pack. In my first life, I became his mate. Everyone said he was obsessed with me. Why else would he keep me carrying litters for seven years and give Silver Ridge six heirs? When I went into labor with the seventh, I nearly bled out. Rowan sent the healers away and forced wolfsbane down my throat himself. Only then did he tell me the truth. If it were not for the fact that only a daughter of the Hart bloodline could bear pureblood Alpha heirs, he said, he never would have claimed me at all. I had been useful for one thing only: giving him heirs. Now that he had enough, I had none. I died hating him. In my second life, I handed the bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack to my sister. “Go,” I told her. “You’re the one he wants.” Five years later, she was sent back to me half-starved, shaking, and marked by restraints. Through sobs, she told me Rowan had never loved her either. He had kept her because she was still a Hart daughter, because she could give him heirs, and because her scent could calm him during rut. She died less than two months later. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my third life. The unsigned bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack lay on the table between us, and my sister and I could only stare at each other. Who, exactly, did that Alpha want?

He had chosen her, not all other beautiful princesses humans had to offer. ____ "Roselle never once thought she would one day find herself married to a Werewolf, a creature she, and every human, grew up believing to be a savage monster. She had expected she might not be able to speak at all to her husband without trembling but somehow, conversing with him wasn't as dreadful as she thought. She was tense and stammering but she was glad, she wasn't muted because of fear and she wasn't trembling before him as she had thought she would be." "She couldn't take her eyes off his as she slowly lifted her hand to place it in his outstretched one. His eyes were golden yellow, akin to the bright moon, and they were full of life, as if there were many stars swirling within them. Then there were his lashes… they were so indecently long and thick for a man. His lips, his jaw, his nose… every single part of him rendered her speechless. She had never seen another human who had been fashioned with such beauty and perfection. But then again, she remembered that he wasn't human to begin with." Book Two of the Werewolf series.

This novel contains explicit sexual content and depictions of violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. **************** College rugby star Andre Williams only has one rule: win at any cost. It is how he stays the golden boy, how he keeps the Bay Tigers on top, and how he keeps his life clean enough to survive the season. Then Richard O’Reilly arrives. No one seems to know where he has come from, only that he is too good, too calm, and too threatening to Andre, who until now has always been the one on top. Richard is not just talented at rugby, he is mysterious and hard to read. He keeps his past sealed up tight because he is hiding something that could blow his life apart. Andre has built his whole life on control. The first time Richard appears, Andre realizes control is not as solid as he thought, and it could slip. It starts as a cutthroat rivalry. Then it turns into obsession. And the obsession grows into a hunger neither of them can explain or control. Rough Play is a slow-burn sports romance about two enemies, one brutal rivalry, and the kind of tension that does not stay on the field.

"Why?! Why must I be married to a beast? a demon? An alien of all things??" The princess said as she started hauling things at her female servants. "Juliet, you must marry the Alien for the sake of every humans. We can't lose any more lives and to stop that, we need you to marry the Alien Prince." Her mother said as she moved closer to the princess and brushed her hands past her hairs. "You are so special to us Juliet but you must help us end this war. Come on, go get some sleep, the wedding's tonight." Book one of the Alien Series