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Vladimir's Marked Luna

She was sold like cattle. Now the monsters are bidding for her blood. ~ Lilith Brooks has always been the family disgrace; daughter of scandal, sister to the wanted daughter. When her mother dies and the only boy she ever loved betrays her, she vows never to beg for love again. But on the night she finally wins, fame, money, a taste of freedom but her family sells her into a nightmare. A supernatural auction. A realm ruled by wolves. And a man who buys her like property. Vladimir Dragunov is the Wintercrest Alpha, the feared ruler of the Lycan realm and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne soaked in blood, the last thing he needs is a defiant 'human' girl with a mouth as sharp as her mind and a humor darker than his past. But Lilith isn’t just anyone. She bears the Lunar Crest, a mark that could save or doom them all. When Kustav Volkov, an Alpha whose cursed blood runs in Lilith’s veins, comes to claim her as kin, Vladimir offers her a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection… or be torn apart by the wolves because of lycan laws. But as enemies battle, conspiracies are woven, legacies burn, and forbidden attraction ignites, their marriage of convenience becomes anything but convenient. But someone from Lilith’s past refuses to accept defeat for he once knew her body… and now wants her soul. --- Excerpt He cut me off. “If it were your mother…” I froze, the words withering on my lips. He pushed on. “If it was your mother she tossed around like a rag doll…” He brought his face down, those beautiful analytical eyes boring into me. His head descended farther with the precision of a predator that knew its prey would never bolt. He knew that—whether because of pride or crippling fear—I would let his breath ghost against my face. His head didn’t just dip, it closed in, deliberate, each inch stolen. Cold pine and iron seeped into my lungs until breathing felt like permission I hadn’t given. My pulse lurched, and my skin prickled with something I hated to name. His proximity tangled danger with an ache I didn’t want to acknowledge. His voice dropped, brushing my ear—not soft, not harsh, but in that dangerous middle ground where you couldn’t tell if the next sound would be a whisper or a shot. “If I had a gun to her head, you would have acted. You wouldn’t weigh the risks in your head—you would move, shift, anything, even if it meant she would still be harmed… or die.” The timbre of his words thrummed through me, pulling heat to places it didn’t belong. “For a sliver of a chance she might survive, you would do something. Still, you refuse to move—you make excuses, you let your past bind you…” His head crept lower until he was right at my ear, his breath curling along the shell in a way that made my knees want to betray me. “Yet… you want to destroy an Alpha. Have him brought down to his knees." *** Dark Fantasy Romance Possessive ML Angst Rival love interest but no love triangle High stakes drama High sexual tension Smut(Of Course)
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THE CROWN'S FORBIDDEN ROSE

She entered the palace to destroy a dynasty. She never planned to desire the man who embodied it. Seraphine Vayne has lived six years under a dead woman's name. Six years since the night Crown Prince Aldric's empire executed her mother on fabricated charges of treason. Six years of surviving in the shadows, learning to fold herself into invisibility, to speak without being heard, to exist without being seen. Six years building toward one purpose: the truth. Now she is inside the palace walls, disguised as a laundress named Sera Ashwood, armed with nothing but a list of seven names, a dangerous secret, and a hatred she has sharpened into something surgical. She did not come here to feel anything. Crown Prince Aldric of House Valdorin has everything a ruler should want and nothing he actually needs. Heir to the most powerful throne in the empire, Aldric has spent his life executing duty with the precision of a man who was never permitted to be anything other than a crown. He does not notice servants. He does not linger in corridors. He does not think twice about a laundress he collides with in the east wing. Except he does. There is something about the quiet new girl...the steadiness in her eyes where there should be deference, the composure that sits too perfectly on her face, the way she looks at him like she is deciding something. He cannot name what draws him back to the east corridor. He tells himself it is nothing. He is spectacularly wrong. As Seraphine inches closer to the truth buried in the palace's archives, she inches closer to the one man she should despise above all others and the line between vengeance and longing begins to blur in ways she never prepared for. Because Aldric is not the monster she built him to be in her mind. He is worse: he is human, and wounded, and unknowingly carrying secrets about that night that could shatter both of them. And the closer they get to each other, the more dangerous the truth becomes, not just for an empire, but for two hearts that were never supposed to find each other at all. In a palace built on lies, the most rebellious act is to love the wrong person. THE CROWN'S FORBIDDEN ROSE is a sweeping historical romance set in the fictional empire of Valdoria, a story of buried secrets, impossible desire, and the devastating courage it takes to choose truth over survival, and love over everything else.
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