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Blood-Moon Bride
In the lowliest "Fogtooth Tribe," there lives a mute maid named Serra. She is lowly in status and unloved, raised from childhood to be a sacrifice for the tribe—all because she bears an identical resemblance to the noble girl "Aelia." When the "Silver Moon Alliance" demanded that Fogtooth hand over Aelia, the fiancée of Alpha heir Noah, as a pledge for the covenant, the real Aelia fled at the last moment. So Serra was dressed up to look like Aelia and sent to Noah’s wolf castle. -
The Alpha Sent to Watch Me
After my Beta boyfriend, Nolan, disappeared for the 10th time, claiming the "call of the wild," I spotted him at the Pack's moonlight party. My keen werewolf hearing picked up on Nolan’s proud bragging. "That's how you have to train a fated mate. Can't be too good to her—you gotta keep her on her toes! I've had Kael keep an eye on her for me. I'll show up again when the time is right." I turned and went home, only to find the tall, handsome Alpha, Kael, brewing a calming herbal soup for me. I decided to fight back. I wrapped my arms around Kael's lean waist from behind, pressing my cheek against his solid back. As if by accident, I let my nose brush against his skin, which was heavy with his Alpha scent. "Kael, since Nolan's clearly done with me, why don't we... see where this goes?" -
Reborn to Reject
Emma dies brutally after a hellish three-year marriage to Jonathan, only to wake up back in college—right before he proposes. Determined to avoid tragedy, she rejects him publicly, even pretending to date a quiet guy named Alex. But trouble follows: Jonathan’s obsessed ex Ivy attacks her, and lies spread online. Just when all seems lost, Alex reveals he’s the alpha of the most powerful pack, vowing to protect her. Now Emma fights to uncover the truth and rewrite her fate for good. -
The Secret Between My Husband and My Cousin
My cousin Evelyn came to stay with us for a few days, and I happily agreed. In the middle of the night, I woke up to strange sounds coming from the bathroom—sounds I couldn't even begin to describe. And they were coming from Evelyn and my husband, Damian Holloway. “Damian, am I the one who makes you happy, or is it Vivian who does?” Evelyn’s voice was sweet, soft, almost like honey. It was enough to melt anyone. Then, just a second later, I heard my husband’s eager reply: “Baby, of course, it’s you. Vivian’s like a dead fish in bed, and she has stretch marks on her stomach. Just seeing them makes me lose my appetite. How could I possibly feel anything for her?” -
The Seventh Beat
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The day Aiden Grant won the World Philanthropy Award. I was declared terminal by the doctor because I couldn't afford to replace my artificial heart. The TV host asked Aiden Grant to call the person he regretted the most. I answered the phone and listened to Aiden ask me: "Did you regret leaving me for money back then?" I looked at the huge bill for the heart replacement and chuckled softly: "Aiden Grant, you're so rich, can you lend me two hundred thousand?" The call was abruptly disconnected, and I watched Aiden coldly speak on TV: "Now there are no regrets." He didn't know that when his heart failed, I secretly replaced my heart with his. -
Love is unrequited....
Love is unrequitedAfter I died, my parents signed an organ donation consent form and my corneas were transplanted to their beloved adopted daughter, Lily Evans. Lily then married my older brother, David, and they finally became a “real” family. I had spent my whole life competing with Lily, only to end up with nothing. Reborn, I decided to live for myself, a decision that unexpectedly led to a happy ending. -
My Always One
When we were young, Samantha Anderson was the girl down the street. For as long as I remember, she’s been my partner in crime, in adventures, and in almost everything. Sami is fun and sexy, my greatest confidant, and my best friend. From early on, we vow that our relationship will never change—through thick and thin, we’ll remain always and forever in the friend zone. We will not cross that line. After all, I’m not a forever kind of guy. Then that line blurs. We amend our agreement. Best friends become friends with benefits. Is this new agreement the key to our future? Or will I lose my best friend? MY ALWAYS ONE is a new, fun, and sexy friends-to-lovers contemporary romance. -
The Price of an Alpha's Choice
The Vance Pack is legendary, known as the werewolf clan with the purest and most powerful bloodline. And I, Elara, am the Alpha of the Vance Pack—the powerful she-wolf feared by werewolves everywhere as the "Crimson Fang." However, I yearned for a love unconstrained by my status. So, I concealed my identity and took a job at a design firm. During that time, I met and fell in love with Caleb, the Alpha of the Sterling Pack. For three years, he spoiled me rotten and let me get away with anything, yet he always refused to make it official with a bonding ceremony. Later, I learned that his pack looked down on me for my supposedly humble origins. After all, for a powerful pack controlling a vast business empire, accepting a rogue wolf of unknown origin as their Luna was out of the question. To put an end to the gossip Caleb endured over our difference in status, I decided to reveal my true identity. But then Caleb began to disappear for days on end. After the ninety-ninth night he failed to come home, I found a bonding contract in his study. It was between him and Bianca, the heiress of the Stone Pack. It turned out that while he was whispering sweet nothings to me, he had already agreed to an arranged bonding ceremony his pack had set up. So, I decided to keep a secret of my own. I reached for the Bloodthorn Totem, the symbol of the Vance Pack. Since he was ready to bind himself to someone else, it was time for me to leave. -
The Price of the 10th Daughter
The mate of Northridge Pack's wealthiest Alpha, Nora Everett, had a sick hobby. Torturing beautiful she-wolves. And I was her favorite plaything. My rare bloodline meant I could take more silver, more pain, than the others. Then one day, they came to me with reporters in tow. Declaring me their long-lost daughter. They offered me a new life. Power, envy, respect. I accepted. But their public affection was a lie. Behind closed doors, their 'love' was just a sharper kind of silver. "The price of our protection," they'd say. "A debt you'll repay with your life." They were right about the debt. I will repay it. Just not with my life. With theirs. -
Mated To Her Alpha
Lucinda a normal girl or so she thought, when she meets a guy with piercing eyes that always seem to change and an attraction she can't ignore, she is thrown into the chaos of her past where she learns that maybe just maybe not everything is as it seems and you can't trust anyone. A place where werewolves and witches exist and hormones are the least of your worries. ********* "How dare you waltz in here pretending you own me like some sort of pet?" I shouted to Mercedes guy, sorry Evan but thats when I saw a change in his eyes again. This time he shook and thats when I started to hear the cracking of bones and to be honest it was the most awful sound I had ever heard, and holy shit he was growing black fur all over his body as it twisted and changed shape. Then standing in front of me was the biggest wolf I had ever seen. I backed up quickly in my chair as he padded the four feet towards me closing the distance in a matter of seconds he was breathing heavily on my face "though it didn't smell bad, more like a sweet scent just like the orange's and spice" As he was towering above me he lowered his head and just like that he licked me. What the fuck a humongous black wolf just licked my face, but as he pulled away I saw those eyes again. They were gray just like before but they looked sad, and right then I felt this all consuming need to hold him and tell him whatever it is it will be ok. "What is wrong with me? Would everything be ok?" I thought to myself how can I be feeling sorry for some huge beast in my living room that was this really hot guy about a minute ago that grew fur, long teeth and then licked my face? "OMG I need help". " Could my day get any weirder?" I could hear my thoughts saying. -
Reborn for the Alpha's Heart
I was reborn on the day of my sister Lyra's and my mate selection ceremony. It was also on this day that I discovered I could hear the inner thoughts of others. I heard Lyra, who had also been reborn, vowing to steal Ronan—the powerful, gentle mate I was bonded to in my past life. Lyra got her wish, rushing to Ronan's side. In her wake, my father declared I would be bonded to the cold, ruthless Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, Kaelen Blackwood. He was Lyra's mate from her past life—a man with a reputation for being cold and ruthless. Faced with Lyra's smug expression, I sneered inwardly. She had no idea that Ronan, my mate from my last life, was not the perfect lover he appeared to be, but a monster in disguise. -
He Changed The Location, I Changed My Mind
A week before the bonding ceremony, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my fated mate, Damien, and his friends. "You actually changed the ceremony location for Cassia?" one of them teased. "And you haven't even told your Luna?" Damien snorted dismissively. "It doesn't matter. She loves me so much she nearly shattered her own wolf for me. She'll do anything I ask." "I'm only changing the location. I'm still bonding with her." "Cassia likes it, so of course I have to make her happy." On the day of the ceremony, he stared at the hall—empty without a bride—and roared, "Reyna, where the hell are you?!" I smiled, taking the hand of the wolf beside me, and watched the golden sunlight spill over the summit of Solstice Peak—the place I had chosen. "I arrived long ago." -
Waning Tide
When twenty‑four‑year‑old Lynn Waning marries corporate heir Lucian Li in a strictly strategic union, she believes that love might yet bloom behind closed doors. Instead, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage—isolated by prenuptial restrictions, overshadowed by Lucian’s college sweetheart, and silenced by rumors of corporate espionage. A single spark of courage ignites when an accidental kiss and an unplanned pregnancy threaten to unravel their cold arrangement. Humiliated and betrayed, Lynn flees to Vancouver, giving birth to their son, Milo, alone—and rising from exile as the unlikeliest of designers with her fledgling brand, Waning Tide. Five years later, Madame Waning returns to Shanghai’s glittering Fashion‑Tech Expo as a celebrated eco‑luxury jeweler. At her side, Milo and baby brother Kai, each bearing their father’s eyes and her fierce resilience. Lucian, blindsided by her transformation and haunted by his own missteps, must confront betrayal within his own family and the crimes that exiled Lynn in the first place. As corporate sabotage ignites a high‑stakes battle for R\&D secrets, Lynn and Lucian forge an uneasy alliance—one that blossoms into genuine partnership when they unite to protect their children and rebuild a marriage on trust rather than contract. -
This Love Rotted From Within
I was eight months pregnant with his heir. At a party celebrating my husband, Dante, the new Underboss. His so-called "sister" pointed at my belly. "Her stretch marks are disgusting," she sneered. "Like maggots." The room erupted in laughter. I demanded an apology. Dante just stared at me. "Sophia's just a kid; she doesn't know any better. Why are you taking it so seriously? Don't be a buzzkill." Then he threw me out. Into the freezing Chicago rain. In nothing but a nightgown. I could hear him bragging to his men inside. "Eight months pregnant, and she acts like a princess." "She'll be back in ten minutes. Crying and begging." But this time, he was dead wrong. I walked out into the street and made a call. "Dr. Evans? I'd like to schedule an abortion." A man like that doesn't deserve an heir. And I was no longer his to break. -
Where the Olive Trees Weep
The boy I once saved grew up to be the Don of the Falcone family. He was possessive. Obsessive. For ten years, he caged me in his estate. My grandfather's life was the price for our marriage. But my heart was the one thing he could never own. So he found my replacement—a woman with my face. One day, she stormed into the estate. "You bitch! You really got surgery to look like me? Just so you could go after my man?" She smashed my wrists with a hammer. "You'll never paint again!" I was left broken, bleeding. That's when he returned. Don Oliver Falcone. He didn't recognize my ruined face. "Get rid of the intruder," he ordered. "Wait!" the housekeeper cried, rushing out. "Boss, the Signora is missing!" -
This Face Was Not My Own
On my sixth anniversary with Alpha Lucas, I poured my heart into designing a new glyph to symbolize our union, buzzing with excitement for our future. But then, my best friend sent me a photo. In the photo, Lucas was at the pack's moonlight ceremony, locked in a passionate kiss with a she-wolf who was a dead ringer for me. That’s when I discovered the man I'd been with for six years had been searching for a replacement for his dead fated mate, Ally. I was Number 9. The she-wolf in the photo was Number 20. I rushed to Chicago and used the pack's internal locator to find Lucas. "Damn, man, this Number 20 is a dead ringer for Ally. Even more than Selena." "I'd say Selena still looks more like her. If she didn't look so much like Ally, you think Lucas would have wasted six years on her?" Lucas flicked the ash from his cigarette, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. "They're both pretty similar, but Number 20 is more passionate in bed. Selena's just too damn uptight." "I heard you had someone pick out a moonstone ring, getting ready to propose? To Selena or this new one?" Lucas leaned back on the sofa smugly. "Haven't decided yet. Why don't you guys help me choose? Who should I mark?" A chill shot down my spine. I stumbled away, my body trembling uncontrollably. Once I’d pulled myself together, I sent a message to my best friend: "That Alpha cousin of yours, the one who's had a crush on me and has been waiting for me for four years—is he still single?" -
The Alpha's Fated Heartbreaker
I am the long-lost daughter of the Stonecrest Pack's Alpha. On the surface, I'm meek and quiet, but in my head, it’s a constant stream of snark. What I don't know, however, is that the werewolves in my new pack can hear my every inner thought. On my first day home, my three older brothers warned me to my face: "Even though you share our blood, we only acknowledge Alana as our sister. You need to know your place. You’re an outsider here." My face was a mask of indifference, but inside, I was lamenting, 'Seriously? I must have royally pissed off the Moon Goddess in a past life to get stuck with the Stonecrest Pack. This is the literal worst.' My brothers froze, their ears twitching as their keen hearing picked up on my thoughts. "Alana is sweet and obedient. She loves everyone in the pack." "Don't you dare stir up trouble by vying for affection." I couldn't help but fire back in my mind, 'Yeah, right. She's so "obedient" she'll be the one to destroy this pack. I wouldn't want that kind of "love" if you paid me.' My brothers stared, their faces pale, as if they’d just seen a ghost. -
The Cursed Luna They Rejected Is Their Prophesied Queen
Because of a curse targeting my bloodline, my inner wolf lost its innate precognitive abilities. After my father’s death, I was sent to live with the Alpha of the Frostfang Pack, Carlos Thorne—his best friend's son—as his future Luna. At the same time, my most trusted friend, Rachel, stole my journal where I recorded my "precognitive dreams." With it, she transformed herself into a highly sought-after "Seer." The journal described a powerful Alpha—my fated mate. And right now, my three prospective suitors were hovering around her, arguing over which of them was the fated man from her "prophecy." When my name came up, they sounded impatient, their voices dripping with contempt. "Her bloodline is tainted. How dare she even think of marrying one of us?" "The heiress of the Silver Flame Pack? Ha! She’s from a defective bloodline now!" "Should we provoke her some more? Maybe her spiritual core will shatter, and she'll go completely insane." "Haha! Then none of us will have to marry her." I stood at the doorway, the ancient bloodline that had been dormant within me for years now pulsing with newfound strength. They had no idea that the seal of the curse had long since loosened, and my awakening was quietly beginning. I had never loved any of them. They were merely pawns in my game. Just then, Carlos's voice echoed in my head through our mind-link. "Evelyn, have you decided? Which of the three candidates will you choose?" "Alpha Carlos, our betrothal... isn't that the only choice?" -
The Mafia Wife Who Came Back From Death
My arranged marriage to Corrado Falcone lasted ten years. In the end, my family was destroyed. In a shootout, he took a bullet for me. He died in my arms. “Sofia, if there’s a next life, stay away from me.” He said I was a curse. The Falcone family said so, too. I believed it. Without his protection, my enemies swarmed. I chose to end it with a single bullet. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back in my father’s study. He was asking me to choose a husband for our family’s alliance. -
Three Days To Forget You Forever
Damon Slade was the strongest Alpha of the Northarch pack, cold and aloof to all, yet he reserved his tenderness only for me. For no other reason than that I was his mate. But when his first love, Vicky Vance, was struck by a fatal curse and near death, he handed me a Forgetting Rune. "Vicky won't last more than three days, Frye." "Can you give me three days? Activate this rune and temporarily sever our mate bond." "Let me give Vicky a bonding ceremony, to fulfill her dying wish of becoming my mate." "I won't hurt you. The rune will make you temporarily forget me." "After she passes away in three days, you'll take the antidote, and you'll remember everything. We'll go back to how things were." Gazing at his calm, gentle expression, I silently activated the rune. He didn't know I had created this rune myself. There was no such thing as an antidote. In three days, I would forget him completely. All our embraces and vows would vanish as if they had never existed.
