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Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape. Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

I married a monster to save my sister. Now he won't let me go. I have forty-eight hours to find $750,000, or my sixteen-year-old sister becomes collateral damage for our father's gambling debts. I'm a pediatric nurse with $340 in my bank account and zero options—until a man in a tailored suit finds me at midnight and makes an offer that sounds completely insane: Marry his employer. Ask no questions. Obey without hesitation. In exchange? Every debt erased. My family protected. Forever. I sign the contract without reading it. I don't meet my husband until our wedding day. Killian Archer is the most beautiful—and terrifying—man I've ever seen. Ice-blue eyes that miss nothing. A presence that makes grown men step back. And everyone in this city either worships him or fears him. The ceremony takes eleven minutes. He slides a platinum ring onto my finger like a shackle and says three words that change everything: "You're mine now." I expect a wedding night. Instead, he shows me to a separate bedroom and gives me rules: Don't leave without security. Don't ask about his business. Don't test him. He keeps his distance—cold, controlled, untouchable. But I see the cracks. The way his hands clench when I walk past. The way he watches me like I'm something he wants to devour. The way he stands outside my bedroom door at 3am like he's fighting a war with himself. He says our marriage is just business. Everything about him screams obsession. Then I discover the truth: Killian didn't just pay my father's debts. He created them. Bought out the loan sharks. Orchestrated my desperation. Trapped me so completely that I had no choice but to come to him. Because six months ago, Killian Archer saw me in a coffee shop and decided I was his. He doesn't do love. Doesn't do relationships. Doesn't let anyone close. But he'll manipulate me, bind me, cage me—make me want to stay even if it destroys us both. When I confront him, he doesn't apologize. Doesn't even pretend to feel guilty. "I take what I want, Isla. And I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." I should run. I try to run. But Killian's enemies are circling, and the most dangerous man in the city is somehow the safest place I've ever been. Then his rival kidnaps me to get revenge—and I watch Killian become something worse than a monster to get me back. I should be horrified by the violence. The darkness. The blood on his hands. Instead, I realize I'm falling in love with this beautiful, broken, obsessive man who would burn the entire world down before letting me be hurt. Our contract says eighteen months. But Killian Archer doesn't know how to let go. And I'm starting to think I don't want him to.

She was a human who was never meant to survive Hell. In a world where humans are enslaved and souls are currency. Lenora is the only prize that cannot be sold. A mortal anomaly. A flickering light in an abyss of eternal night. Dragged into Hell by two Demon Princes, brothers bound by blood and unwavering loyalty, her existence becomes a dangerous secret in a world where humans are preys. The blind Demon Lord Alaric—their older brother and ruler of Hell, holds a centuries-old claim on her soul, one that has finally come due. But demons do not only collect what they are owed. They obsess. They possess. They ruin. Lenora finds herself watched, guarded, and desired by three brothers who rule Hell as one, through power, devotion, and fear. They will erase her scent from the world. They will cage her in silk and shadows. They will guard her with a devotion so fierce it feels like a death sentence. And they will never allow their little Dove to escape. TAGS: #Reverse Harem #Dark Fantasy #Slow-Burn #Possessive #Demon Brothers #Mortal FMC #Supernatural Politics (Vampires) #Morally Grey

To the world, he is a fallen Alpha. To his enemies, he is a target. To himself, he is a monster. In a world ruled by S-tier Alphas, Zhou Qixian is a masterpiece of deception. He has convinced the city—and his powerful family—that he is an A-tier Alpha. But beneath the expensive suits and the scent of power lies a toxic secret: he is an S-tier Omega. Zhou Qixian was the "disappointing" son, an S-tier Omega masquerading as an Alpha in a family that only values one. Disowned by his family and hunted by a past he can't escape, S-tier Omega Qixian must hide his lethal pheromones to survive because an omega will always be an omega. But when he finds the twin brother he never knew existed. Qixian entangles himself in Haoran’s world of warmth and healing, the secrets of the Zhou family begin to unravel. But Gu Yichen, the cold-blooded CEO of the city’s strongest empire, is already suspicious. He’s determined to unmask the "Song Qixian" who cries out for mercy in his sleep and reeks of death and spider lilies. Qixian must decide how much of his humanity he’s willing to sacrifice to protect his brother. When the masks finally fall, will the truth set the twins free, or will it destroy the only family Qixian has left? Includes mpreg

Nikhil Goyal has never respected authority, and the draconian ragging culture at HINS Medical College is definitely not about to change his mind. He's a golden retriever in a six-foot-two frame: charming, sunny, and utterly dismissive of the rules that demand first-years keep their heads down. Aarav Kapoor is the opposite. As a second-year student, he is a zealous enforcer of the college's sacred hierarchy-a system of respect and order he believes in fiercely. He's pretty, petty, and perpetually pressed, especially by first-years who don't know their place. When their worlds collide-quite literally, sending Aarav tumbling into a mud puddle-it's anything but a meet-cute. For Aarav, it's a declaration of war. For Nikhil, the senior's resulting fury is the most entertaining thing he's seen all year, and he simply can't resist poking the bear. What starts as a series of defiant pokes and petty rule enforcements quickly escalates into an all-out, campus-wide game of cat and mouse. But when Nikhil's relentless poking turns into something dangerously close to a crush, and Aarav is forced to break his own rules just to get some peace, they both discover that this year was going to be longer than either of them thought. --- Indian bl Indian med school BL Junior X senior Romcom Golden Retriever himbo top X pretty n pressed black cat bottom

Everyone in that building feared Andrew Simon. I was the only one who never showed it. That was before the diagnosis. Before the million dollar check. Before ninety nights that rearranged everything I thought I knew about power and who actually holds it. Turns out darkness is the great equalizer. And Andrew Simon has never been more dangerous than when he has something to lose.

One day before her wedding, Lyra Valtieri discovered that her fiancé was having an affair with the best friend she trusted the most. Even worse, that betrayal turned out to be part of their plan to seize her family’s wealth. Broken and intoxicated by the pain, Lyra spent one night with a stranger, a man who was also heartbroken because the woman he intended to propose to had chosen to pursue her ballet career instead. In a half-conscious state, they spent the night together without ever truly seeing each other’s faces. The next morning, Lyra left just like that, leaving a sum of money on the table because she assumed the man was nothing more than a gigolo she had hired to forget the worst night of her life. She never knew who the man was. The man never knew who Lyra was either. But he never forgot one thing, the insult of being given money by that woman. Six years later, Lyra returned to her country to save her family’s company, which was on the brink of collapse. She had no choice but to form a partnership with the Withmore family in order to save it. But who would have thought, she would meet Lucien Whitmore, the President Director of Luxora Holdings, who had been her rival since childhood. Neither of them realized the truth about that night six years ago. Lyra did not know that the man she had thought was a gigolo was Lucien Whitmore. Lucien also did not know that the woman he had been searching for all this time was standing right in front of him. What will happen when they both discover that the person they slept with six years ago is their enemy? And what will Lucien do when he finds out that, from that night six years ago, he has a child with his enemy?

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

“No… I won't.” “Oh, petal, I wasn't asking. You WILL marry me.” **** Dr. Kiyomi, a neurosurgeon rogue lycan, lives in & never leaves the human hospital— the safest place for her. That’s until a high-profile mafia surgery goes wrong and she’s blamed for it despite being on leave. Suddenly the limelight is on her, forcing her rare last name back into the memories of people who have long wanted her dead — the Bogdan Lycans. As if that isn't enough, the Ivanov Russian mob is after her with vengeance in their hearts. Scared, Kiyomi leaves the hospital pretending to be a night-shift male nurse — which works, only for her to be kidnapped at the hospital’s entrance, by the cruel lycan queen’s guards who drag her to the queen Sakura’s human home. — — — Sakura Watanabe; the soulless crazy queen known to screw up everyone for fun. She ruins everything she touches and sucks the life out of everyone around her. She is bad, cruel, and a menace who does whatever she wants, however, and whenever she wants it. When she hears of Dr. Kiyomi’s misfortunes, she is curious to see what will make that lycan break, and orders that Kiyomi be brought to her, so she can sign the infamous Sakura contract that always leaves the signee dead, dead and dead. What Sakura doesn't factor in is the fact that the woman who walks through her door is her soulmate. And even worse is the desire she gets to protect Kiyomi. Not one to relent in the hands of fate, Sakura forces Kiyomi to sign the oppressive contract. What happens when Sakura's heart starts beating for Kiyomi, and she goes after everyone who hurt her soulmate? Will she cancel the contract and embrace love, or will she stay the stoic soulless queen with nothing to live for? And even better, how long can Sakura fight fate?

I didn't ask to wake up as Drizella Tremaine—Cinderella's infamous, "wicked" stepsister. I certainly didn't ask for a crushing mountain of family debt, a magical curse forcing me to act like a villain, or a dangerously observant Crown Prince who keeps showing up at my secret warehouse. The fairy tale script demands that I humiliate my sweet stepsister and eventually cut off my own toes to fit into a glass slipper. But I’m a modern woman with a mind for business, and I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's story. I'm not going to bully Cinderella; I'm going to teach her how to run a monopoly. I'm not going to fight for the Prince's affection; I'm going to leverage him for trade routes. You don't need a glass slipper when you own the entire shoe empire. RELEASE SCHEDULE: Launch Event: 2 Chapters/Day for the first 14 days! Can't wait? Read up to 30 ADVANCE CHAPTERS right now on Patreon! patreon.com/authorzacross

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

Luke hated beastmen books with burning passion they were tacky, over-the-top garbage, nothing but “an unrealistic perversion of furries” for lonely nerds. one day after another overwhelming over night shift, life decided to show its hands in the most gruesome way possible. lights, screeches bang! everything faded to black. His life was over… right? Yes and no. The second he closed his eyes, he opened them again and everything felt wrong he was smaller, softer, snow-white hair tumbling over his shoulders, long velvety ears twitching atop his head, and a fluffy white tail puffing behind him. “Wait… why am I still alive?” It hit like a second truck. He’d reincarnated as a goddamn bunny beastman in the exact kind of world he used to mock. “How unbecoming!” he hissed, ears flattening. “Kill me now. I refuse to be a walking furry fetish..” The universe laughed in his face. His bunny mother scooped him up, nuzzling him into warm fur. “My precious little snowflake~ Look at those perfect ears! You’re going to be the prettiest of the litter!” Then his fifty chaotic siblings piled on in one giant cuddle heap, tugging his ears and chanting “Bunny-bro! Lucky Luke!” Something traitorously soft cracked open in his chest. He grew up loving it. Hating it. Loving it again. The kingdom didn’t love beastmen back. “Cute at best, vermin at worst.” Racist and fetish whispers followed him everywhere.. “Fluffy little breeder,” “Hop away, rabbit.” Luke clenched his tiny fists, trained in secret, and swore he’d prove them wrong. Years later he stood in gleaming royal knight armor, cape fluttering, ears tucked under his helmet, tail hidden in his armour he was Overjoyed. “Finally,” he whispered to his reflection, cheeks pink. “No more ‘cute bunny’ bullshit. I’m going to be the best damn knight this kingdom has ever seen” But the rebellion changed everything. They called him the Crimson Shadow...General Rax, the fox beastman warlord. Towering, rust-red furred tail and ears gleaming like blood under moonlight, sharp golden eyes that pinned you in place, his bushy tail lashing like a whip. Raw, feral, unapologetically beastly. And winning. As opposing forces their first meeting was supposed to be on the battlefield. It wasn’t. It was in the moonlit ruins of an abandoned watchtower after a brutal ambush. Luke was the only survivor—bleeding, armor cracked—when a shadow dropped from the battlements. Rax landed in front of him, all predator heat and wicked grin. “Well, well,” the fox rumbled, voice low and smoky, fangs flashing. “A royal knight… and a bunny at that. Didn’t know the king sent his mascots to die for him.” Golden eyes dragged down Luke’s smaller frame. “Cute ears. Shame they’re gonna get blood on them.” Luke’s heart slammed. He drew his sword with shaking hands. “Stay back, rebel scum! I’ll skewer that smug fox snout right off your face!” Rax laughed, deep and rich, stepping closer until his massive body made Luke’s tail puff in betrayal. “Skewer me? With those soft little paws?” He leaned in, breath hot against Luke’s twitching ear. “You’re trembling, knight. Scared… or is that something else?” "oh! don't look at me that way i will ruin you" Smoke, steel, and raw musk flooded Luke’s senses. His knees buckled. The world narrowed to that wicked smile and eyes that already looked like they owned him. Luke hated how badly he wanted to find out exactly what kind of ruin the fox had planned. Because in that moment...trapped between duty and the overwhelming pull of a beast who saw him as already claimed..he realized two things: One, he was never going back to hating beastmen books. Two, this bunny knight was about to get thoroughly, knotting-ly ruined by the enemy general… and he was going to love every second of it. ** slice of life? nahh! think again (after the first few chapters ofcourse)

Prologue Born as the Crown Princess of the FengYu Empire, Yu Shayue dedicated her youth to the strength and survival of her nation. She endured relentless discipline, mastered martial and strategic arts, and sacrificed every fragment of her innocence in service of her family. Yet, in return, she was met not with gratitude, but with betrayal, scorn, and abandonment by those she trusted most. Wronged by her own blood, Shayue casts aside her former loyalty and rises with unyielding determination, to reclaim what was always hers. Her path to power leads her to a perilous alliance: a political marriage to Lin Yechen, the ruthless Crown Prince of the LongLin Empire, an empire long bound to hers by generations of hostility and war. Feared for his cold intellect and merciless rule, Lin Yechen is a man whose trust is as dangerous as his enmity. Their union is not one of affection, but of calculated intent,two formidable minds bound by ambition, secrets, and quiet vengeance. Within the treacherous court of the Lin Empire, where every smile conceals a scheme and every step may lead to ruin, Shayue must fight not only for survival, but for control over her fate. Yet, as time unfolds and truths begin to surface, the distance between hostility and understanding begins to blur. In the silence between battles and beneath layers of guarded hearts, something unexpected takes root. What begins as a union of necessity slowly transforms, where suspicion softens into trust, and rivalry gives way to a love neither of them ever sought… nor ever believed they deserved. Will Yu Shayue succeed in reclaiming her destiny without losing herself in the process? And when vengeance and love stands at odds, which path will she choose?

Aria Stone is a public defender who fights for people the system forgot. She's sharp, guarded, and has exactly one rule trust has to be earned. Lucas Vale is senior corporate attorney at the most powerful firm in the city and the opposing counsel on the biggest case of her career. The last man she should be trusting. When their shared mentor Judge Raymond Harmon dies and leaves them co-owners of his beach house with a condition requiring sixty days of living there together they have no choice but to make it work. But the house is more than an inheritance. Harmon was building something long before he died. And he chose them both deliberately. A conspiracy that runs deeper than either of them anticipated. A father Aria said was dead. A firm corrupt from the inside out. And two people who keep finding each other in the middle of all of it. Some verdicts can't be appealed.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Heavy Smuts, knotting, possessive themes, and dub-con.] “I knotted you thrice today, little liar. Tell me… is the game still worth it?” In the pro leagues, Omegas aren't allowed to play. But Kayden Vale entered the hockey world anyway, pretending to be an Alpha. Living on suppressants, he has one goal: Win the Cup. But he also has one massive problem: Rhys Calder. Rhys Calder is the Alpha Captain of the Nothern Avalanche. He hates Kayden for being "too pretty" for the ice. The world sees them as two Alphas always at each other’s throats, but they don’t see what happens when the lights go out. Behind locked doors, their hate turns into a different kind of heat. It was supposed to be simple: Teammates on ice, fuck buddies in the bedroom. No feelings. No strings attached. Rhys thought he was with a cocky Alpha. Then he found out the truth. Instead of turning Kayden in, he claimed him. What started as a physical release has twisted into dark obsession. Enemies to rivals-with-benefits to something far more dangerous: love. What happens when the world discovers its forbidden secret? VOL 1: The Omega who pretends to be an Alpha #BL #Omegaverse #SportsRomance #RivalsToLovers #SecretIdentity #PossessiveAlpha #Smut #Hockey #ForcedProximity #EnemiesWithBenefits#Mpreg#Erotica

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

[ONGOING: DAILY UPDATES] DISCLAIMER: STRICTLY WRITTEN FOR ADULT READERS IN MIND. SOME SCENES CONTAIN VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ACTIVITY. “Sit here. Right on this desk.” Ceo Ji-hoon instructs his new secretary. Mikaela already knew Ceo Ji-hoon was a pervert, but nothing would have prepared him for what happened next... Mikaela Reeves is a well trained Special Forces lone-agent skilled in stealth and combat. With ethereal features and a codename: Angel, he wants nothing more but to be taken seriously by his peers and recognised by his achievements, not his looks. But when the Director-General sends him on a long-term undercover mission as a secretary to the CEO of a top automotive company that has ties to a criminal cult-like mafia group, alongside a bee sounding intelligence aid, he struggles to adapt and lay low. CEO Jang Ji-hoon is a dominant alpha, Head of the Jang Dynasty and currently a Suspect of an alleged crime of sponsoring the human trafficking ring that exploits young, (mostly Omega) male and female adults that Guild Of Blood and Bones is operating. The exploitation of omegas infuriates Mikaela for many reasons, one of which is that he is secretly an Omega himself. He knows that justice for the victims rests on his ability to complete the mission. Yet the alluring scent and the mysterious danger of his new boss distract him so much. Being an Omega himself, he can't help but be excited. Will he be able to persevere against his own biological urge to be dominated by this Powerful, Older man to prove he is more than the average omega or will he fall into temptation, fail the victims as well as disappoint The Special Forces Unit and himself?

He married her to control her… but she might be the one thing that destroys him. Maria Romanova lost everything in a single act of betrayal—her family, her fortune, her freedom. To salvage what remains of her name, she is forced into a marriage she never chose… to Mikhail Dragunov. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. The heir to a dynasty built on power and secrets, Mikhail doesn’t love—he controls. And in his world, obedience isn’t expected… it’s enforced. Their marriage is a contract. A cage. A silent war. But Maria refuses to be broken. Behind her silence burns something dangerous—something Mikhail didn’t anticipate. And the more he tries to control her, the more she begins to see the cracks beneath his perfect cruelty. Because there are truths buried deep within the Dragunov empire… truths that trace back to a year no one speaks about. 2006. A year of disappearance. Of betrayal. Of something that should have stayed buried. And somehow… Maria is at the center of it. As obsession replaces indifference and control begins to unravel, Maria must decide— Remain the pawn in Mikhail’s game… or become the one woman capable of destroying him. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a liability, one wrong move could cost her everything. Even her heart.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?