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He signed the divorce papers while she slept. Left with a check for five thousand dollars and a note calling their three-year marriage a mistake, Damien Voss walked away without looking back—straight into the arms of the woman his family actually approved of. What he didn't know was that Selene was pregnant. Five years later, Selene has rebuilt herself from nothing into the silent force behind the company systematically destroying Damien's empire. She didn't come back for closure, and she certainly didn't come back to beg. She came to make him feel, in every boardroom and every headline, exactly what it means to underestimate her. But revenge is a dangerous game when the man you're dismantling still looks at you like you're the only thing in the room. And when the secret of their son threatens to surface, the empire Selene built to destroy him might just collapse on them both. He thought he was done with her. He had no idea she was just getting started.

I was sold at dawn and delivered to hell before sunset. I did not bow when I met him. I do not know why. Every instinct I had screamed at me to lower my eyes, to make myself small, to survive the first night by becoming invisible. Instead, I looked directly into the eyes of the most dangerous Alpha alive, and I said something I should not have said. Something shifted in his face that I have not been able to stop thinking about since. He claimed me in front of his entire court that same night. Not as a servant. Not as a slave to be shuffled into the lower quarters and forgotten. As his. Personal. In the chamber next to his own, behind doors that only he has the key to, close enough that I can hear him breathing through the wall when the palace goes quiet. I know what he wants from me. I know what men like him take from women like me. What I did not know, what nobody warned me about, what I was completely and devastatingly unprepared for, was that the wanting would go both ways. Enemies are closing in from every direction. His former lover wants me dead. The uncle who sold me is feeding my secrets to the pack's enemies. A rogue army is building in the dark and I am at the center of all of it, the Omega nobody was supposed to notice, the girl nobody was supposed to want. The wolf who claimed me will burn his entire kingdom to the ground before he lets anything touch me.

Elara Robin has always been at the bottom — an omega in a world that looks down on her, tormented by her school bully Cara Thorne, and overshadowed by her rank. The last thing she ever expected was a mate, let alone the most feared alpha of all the packs. But the Moon Goddess has never been known to make mistakes. One party. One scent. One undeniable connection that changes everything. Now Elara finds herself bound to Alpha Darius Thorne — powerful, cold, and the brother of the girl who made her life miserable. And somewhere in the shadows, an enemy is watching, waiting to use her as the weapon to bring the greatest alpha to his knees. Love was never supposed to be her story. But fate has other plans.

"You see that guard coming over here, I own him, just watch how I rip his flesh out." Envaline eyes widened with happiness at her words....... "Step out now from the tube" She heard the guard said. Sharriah stepped out............ "Come towards me now!" The guard barked, enjoying every moment......... She was longer shy about her nakedness, she walked to him, quickly the guard grabbed her immediately, holding her by the neck............ Quickly she took hold of the guard's man.............she squeezed his manhood so hard that a scream erupted from his body............ Taking hold of the guards dagger from his brest pocket, she licked the edges............... She was gonna teach him a lesson he won't ever forget, taking the manhood in her hands fully, she slashed it so fast that it dropped on the ground...... Sharriah Stallion became a slave the day she was captured by the Sultans.... But, what happens when she got sold to the big bad Alpha, who was her mate. And a lot of secret, mysteries and powers were unraveled between them......

After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend. Milton Woodard vowed I could ask for anything. Everyone assumed I'd seize the chance to propose, locking him down for good. Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up." Then I walked away without a backward glance. Milton smirked, betting with his buddies that I'd come crawling back in under three days, calling me a desperate lapdog chasing his attention. He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn. In my last life, I proposed to him and won. Overwhelmed by the news, his first love threw herself off a rooftop and killed herself. Milton unleashed his grief-fueled rage on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dank, claustrophobic basement. When I got pregnant, he force-fed me supplements until the baby grew too big for me to deliver. I hemorrhaged, torn apart, and died in agony on the birthing table. Now, reborn on the day I saved his life, I was done playing his fool.

In the tenth year of being held captive by Kevin Hemsworth, he lost his memory in a car accident. When he woke up and saw my bloated figure, he frowned in disgust. "Who are you?" Recalling his past threats, I was terrified this was just another test. So I told him the truth that I had been by his side all these years. He laughed sarcastically. "Don't joke around. You're not my type." Laura Powell, my friend who had secretly loved him for ten years, pointed at me and cursed, "Just because you look a little like me, you barged into Kevin's life and became his maid. Fine. But how dare you pretend to be his lover?" As punishment for lying, Laura had me dragged away from Kevin. She broke my hands and slashed my face. Lying on the ground and barely alive, I smiled at Kevin. For the past ten years, he never allowed me to escape, but he wouldn't let me die either. Now, I leaped off a cliff under his cold gaze. He wouldn't have my body even after I died.

My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

The pack's border was under attack by rogues, with countless casualties. As a healer, I led my team to provide support. However, on the way back, I was kidnapped by rogue wolves. Lucas arrived immediately with the rescue force, but he just stood there and watched as the rogues shattered my arm and slashed my face open. He made no move to intervene. As I was tortured nearly to death, I overheard Lucas talking with the captain of the rescue team. "Alpha, if we don't rescue the Luna now, her arm might be permanently damaged." But Lucas remained unmoved, saying coldly, "I have to do this so that Kira can get the position of Chief Healer." "Susan earned merit supporting the border defense. The Chief Healer position should rightfully be hers. The only way is to have someone shatter her arm so she can never hold a scalpel again. Only then will Kira have a chance at becoming Chief Healer." "She'll just have to suffer for now. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her." Hearing his words, my heart grew cold, and I stopped struggling. I never imagined that the man I loved most would be the one truly responsible for destroying me.

Crescent Cove: Where the Tide Brings Death Gabe Mitchell once wore a badge with pride—until the night everything was ripped from him: his career, his marriage, and nearly his sanity. Now working as a private investigator and nursing an old bottle of whiskey, Gabe finds himself dragged back into the shadows of law enforcement when a series of brutal murders rocks the quiet coastal town of Crescent Cove. The victims? Teenagers. The method? Slashed throats, hollow eyes. And the message? Always the same—“The Rip” scrawled in blood near the bodies. But when the latest victim turns out to be one of his son Nick’s closest friends, Gabe is forced to confront the nightmare head-on. Each death brings the killer closer to Nick—and the line between man and monster grows harder to see. The deeper Gabe digs, the stranger things get: whispered legends of an ancient sea demon, occult symbols etched into driftwood, and eyes watching from the waves. The truth may not just threaten his son’s life—but the soul of the town itself. Now Gabe must uncover the darkness hiding beneath Crescent Cove before the tide rolls in again… and takes Nick with it.

In my previous life, I shoved the police chief’s daughter out of the way with everything I had. A truck ran over me instead, crushing both my legs. The police department awarded me a medal and I became a hero praised by the entire city. However, when she woke up, she pointed at me and told her father that I tried to kill her. My parents slapped me on the spot. “Why would you try to hurt her?!” My younger brother stood behind them and said quietly, “Henry… I saw you that day. You really did push her…” The driver who hit us claimed I had instructed him to run her down and said I was trying to stage an accident to murder her. I was sentenced to fifteen years. The day I entered prison, I was in a wheelchair. My mother held my brother’s hand and glanced back at me. Her eyes were filled with disgust. “How did we raise a monster like you?” In prison, a gang leader arranged by the police chief gouged out my eyes and slashed the tendons in my hands. I died consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that same intersection. A large truck was barreling straight toward the police chief’s daughter. I slowly took a step back. This time, I was not going to save anyone.