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The night Selene turns ten, her world burns. Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner. Her pack is erased from history. Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears. The Crimson Crescent. The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings. Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood. Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill. But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds. As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice. Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone. It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, the scent slammed into Prince Dexmon like a charging bull. A primal urge to mate with her followed, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence. His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not. It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold back. Meanwhile, she stood there, calm, oblivious to him coming apart at the seams. The Moon Goddess, it seemed, truly had a twisted sense of humor. ✦✦✦ Chained in silver and hunted, Serena collapses into the arms of the Alpha Prince of Drakenfell. Mine. Mate. But a year in silver chains left her wolf silent. She has no idea what she is to him. He is betrothed to the daughter of the man who kept her in chains. So he stays silent and watches her become the most dangerous temptation in the realm. They think she is an omega runt he dragged home out of pity. That she needs protection. She is neither. "Your concern is noted. Unnecessary. Polite, though." Dragons bow to her. A mark burns on her arm. Ancient power answers her call. Oh, and she's the woman his soul has reached for across lifetimes. But he isn't the only one obsessed. When another tries to claim her, Dexmon’s restraint snaps. Fighting over her is one thing. Hunting her is another. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. The same dark forces that destroyed her pack rise again, and Serena refuses to let history repeat. Not in this life. ✦✦✦ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubious consent, abuse, smut, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised. Tags: love triangle, spicy, war, royal family, betrayal, matebond, shifter, queen, underestimated, hidden powers

On her fourteenth birthday, Aurora watched her family being assassinated by a masked man with a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist. Six years later, weighed down by her comatose brother’s hospital bills, Aurora works at a BDSM club just to survive. One night, she comes face to face with a Masked Dom—a powerful man who bears the same scorpion tattoo in the exact same spot. Certain he is the monster who destroyed her life, Aurora accepts his offer to clear all her debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To her, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart. But things don’t go as planned. Instead of hatred, Aurora begins to fall in love with the masked man. And the game changes when Aurora lands a second job as the personal secretary to the Lycan King. The moment she meets him, her world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence. The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist. How could two men look so alike? Believing he is a completely different man, Aurora falls for him too. What Aurora doesn’t know is that the masked man she wants to kill, the masked man she loves, and the Lycan King she is falling for are all one man. PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays. PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

She was his dead brother's mate. By tradition, she now belonged to him. It was an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. All she had to do was be his breeder, part her legs and bear him sons. But Prince Ruin was cruel. And every day was a rejection from Ruin, a constant humiliation ritual to remind her once more that she was nothing but a warm c*nt and a womb to bear his children. One day, after a betrayal too jarring to bear, Guinevere Laurent is reborn and decides she'd had enough. She abandoned her duties as Princess and fled from her mad groom under a different identity, with a secret she hoped no one else would discover. Only to get run over by a popular billionaire Alpha, Draven, who had been in town for a visit. Five years later, Guinevere is a stable business owner and engaged to Alpha Draven who treats her like she is his world. But Ruin won't have it that his bride got away from him. When he finally finds Guinevere after five long years of searching, it is at the wedding altar, about to be bound to another man, and with a little boy with fangs, calling her "Mom." And Ruin does the only thing that seems right in his books. He abducts his runaway breeder from her wedding. "Forgive me, Vi," he says. I tilt my head. "Get on your knees." He sinks to his knees, gazing up at me with hooded eyes as I strut over to where he kneels. I delve my fingers into his hair and push him down to my heels. "Kiss my feet." His head lowers, but instead, he grips my calves and brings his lips between my legs. "How about I kiss you here instead?" His mouth brushes against my heat. "Will you forgive me then?" Warning: The male lead is both the villain and the hero. There will be other men you ship with the female lead out of fear for her life and mental health. But Ruin is a constant you must get used to. Because he's always there. Ruin is essential in the way Chaos is, and if there is one thing I promise you, it is that you will come to crave him, too. Because normal is boring. This is a dark, erotic romance. Open it at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you. Now that you've decided to ignore my warning, please, by all means, enjoy.

Centuries ago, a new kind of curse system was created to punish the 5th class god named Jiǎng Língxi—now wearing the skin of a powerful mortal Dàozǔ from the Méi Rén Sect. The curse was named System Tearstone. The curse had no form, only a red gem floating in a dark fog. Then it met a perfectly broken yet unbreakable child named Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to the pure soul’s revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become the 5th god itself. But cool ice always melts, today or tomorrow. The curse system itself is also cursed. So will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence by destroying the curse—or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author’s Note : The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please don’t be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel— even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my tearstones— something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. [ Release time : Friday & Saturday Chapters : Two chapters per day ( for having other issues & more book . might sometime miss if there is any problem) ] [ Paused updates for the next 3 months. not abandoning you all! just forced to stop for exam. Do not hesitate to follow us. we'll be back surely. Just the situation isn't supporting us. I hope you'll understand♡ ]

Legacy of the Silver Moon is a modern fantasy saga about power reclaimed, ancient truths unearthed, and the cost—and grace—of leadership. When Diana Morgan is pulled into a hidden world of werewolves, magic, and forgotten gods, she discovers that the supernatural order governing their world is built on lies meant to control rather than protect. Marked by the Moon itself and bonded to the white wolf Pandia, Diana is thrust into a role no woman was ever meant to hold—one that challenges centuries of tradition and the rigid hierarchy of the packs. As gates tied to an ancient curse begin to weaken, Diana and those who stand beside her are forced to confront a truth long buried: the Moon Goddess was not betrayed by monsters, but by those sworn to guard her. The supernatural council fractures under the weight of its own corruption, and the illusion of order gives way to open conflict. At the center of it all is Michael—Diana’s former husband, her true mate, and the bearer of shadow power once feared and misunderstood. Together, they learn that light and shadow are not enemies, but necessary counterparts, and that balance demands sacrifice as much as strength. Their bond reshapes not only their pack, but the future of the supernatural world itself. Across forests and cities, through political warfare, prophecy, and rising darkness, Diana must decide what kind of leader she will become—and what she is willing to relinquish to protect the future. As ancient gates fall and the final truth is revealed, the story shifts from survival to legacy. This is not a tale of conquest, but of restoration. Not a war for dominion, but a fight for balance. And not the rise of a queen alone—but the birth of a new order beneath the Silver Moon.

‎What happens when the only thing that seems right in a society where family is defined by blood and fate is determined by obligation is the only thing that is prohibited? ‎Love conquers all, they claimed. They never brought up the possibility that it might wipe out all of existence. ‎Twenty-three-year-old Aria Chen believed she was aware of the limits of her universe. She had come to terms with her role as the beloved younger sister, cared for and protected but never really a part of the wealth that surrounded her, having grown up in the shadow of the Chen family's immense empire. Her older brother by three years, Damien Chen, was the heir apparent and had carried the burden of their family since their father's health deteriorated, giving him that right. ‎She had only known Damien. Her defender. Her provider. The person who put her to bed every night while their parents were too busy establishing their empire. The person who taught her to be strong, even though she felt secure enough in his presence to be weak. ‎She never doubted his affections. Not when he examined her pals himself. Not when he insisted on giving his approval for her college selections. Even when he was at every social gathering she went to, his black eyes followed her every move in crowded spaces. ‎But on a rainy Tuesday, the flawless façade of her golden cage began to crack when David Park, the nice and sincere intern who brought her coffee and made her laugh, revealed his feelings, only to be fired the next day. ‎An event may be a coincidence. Circumstance might be the case for two of them. However, after it happened repeatedly, Aria was able to see the unseen bonds that her brother had placed around her heart. ‎As a result, she fled. To a life that Damien had no control over across the sea. ‎She experienced freedom for a couple of years. Made a career for herself based on her own merits. I discovered Aria Chen's identity without being overshadowed by her brother. ‎Until the call arrived. ‎It's urgent that you return home. ‎Aria realized that something had irrevocably shifted the moment she entered the Chen residence. Wearing expensive designer attire that bore an uncanny resemblance to the contents of Aria's previous wardrobe, a young woman sat sobbing in the living room, whom she had never met. Her mother's eyes had red rims. She seemed ten years older than her dad. ‎And Damien... With his obsidian eyes staring at her with an intensity that made her shiver—not out of fear, but out of something far more dangerous—Damien stood like a predator at last let out of his cage. ‎Her mother's voice was shaking, Aria. We have something to tell you. There was a blunder at the hospital, and you were... You and Eleanor were— twenty-three years ago. ‎Damien concluded, his voice a soft caress that seemed to wrap around Aria's neck. As he got closer, Aria noticed for the first time in her life that the brother who had raised her was not the protective one. She saw a man who was strong, threatening, and ultimately free. You're not my sister, Aria. You were never like that. ‎The expression in his eyes indicated that she was about to be overtaken by everything she had been fleeing. ‎There was nowhere to hide this time. ‎Genre: Obsessive Male Lead, Fake Siblings, Forbidden Love, and Contemporary Romance ‎Topics include family secrets, second chance romance, identity crisis, forbidden wish, obsessive love, and power dynamics.

In a werewolf pack that despised weakness, Aphrodite learned to survive by staying quiet, keeping her head down, and enduring cruelty in silence. The Alpha heirs hated her. The future Beta and Gamma made her life unbearable. When she finally breaks and seeks freedom at the Moon Goddess temple, she does not find release. She finds truth. Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate. The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all. As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path. Love does not come in one form. Neither does power. In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected. Not a queen. But the axis upon which the world turns.

Follow the story of Tianlian Liu Shu, a tree who didn't know anything at first and struggles to survive and extend her roots through the cosmos. The World she lives in is filled with fantastic sights and strange new cultures, and there is something everybody in this World has: A system. Moreover, even while she is a tree, she has people who will fawn over her...? "Tiantian, does the Sun feel good on your leaves today?" "Liu Liu, I've found this delicious compost made of natural extract~." "Tian'er, does the wind feel good on your branches?" Tianlian Liu Shu, a female tree, didn't really know what to do with these fawning women. patreon.com/Mortrexo Uploading also on Scribblehub. Uploading also on Wattpad. Uploading also on Archive Of Our Own. Uploading also on Royal Road. Uploading on Fenrirealm Discord-> https://discord.gg/NJN2GcgRwb Novel Cover: patreon.com/posts/ascension-of-97475506

Kim Kiara, a 24-year-old self-made CEO, and Lee Jiho, a famous actor, were once close classmates who drifted apart due to misunderstandings. Years later, fate reunites them at a school reunion and again through a business project where Jiho becomes the face of Kiara’s company. Forced to work together, old memories and hidden feelings resurface. Between professional challenges and emotional conflicts, they must confront their past to decide whether their story deserves a second chance at love.

Lyra thought she was just a survivor—an orphan scraping by in the shadows of a kingdom at war. But the night she’s captured by Raiden, the infamous Dragon Prince of the Fire Nation, everything changes. He is ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly magnetic. She is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and hiding a secret even she doesn’t fully understand. Together, they are forced into a journey of trials, quests, and betrayals—where every step pulls them deeper into danger… and closer to each other. As Lyra’s hidden powers awaken with terrifying force, Raiden becomes the only one who can push her through the fire without letting it consume her. But passion is as dangerous as battle, and the storm building between them may be the greatest threat of all. As kingdoms march to war and enemies close in from every side, Lyra and Raiden are forced into a dangerous bond—one that blurs the line between hatred and desire. But the deeper their connection grows, the more perilous the truth becomes… Because falling for the Dragon Prince might not just break her heart. It might burn the world to ash. Steamy tension. Fierce banter. Heartfelt moments. Deadly quests. In a world on the brink of ruin, Lyra and Raiden must decide if their bond is a curse… or the only thing strong enough to save them both.

Six years ago, Princess Lyanna Graves publicly rejected the vampire king at their wedding altar calling him a soulless monster unworthy of love, and walked away, leaving Azrael Thornfield humiliated in front of his entire court. Now, six years later, her kingdom has fallen. Her family is dead and the only person who is offering her shelter is the vampire king she once refused. But Azrael is not doing this out for mercy. “I’ll grant you safety, and in return I want everything that belongs to you, including your body, and your pride. I’ll break you into pieces until you forget what it was like to reject a king.” Lyanna is left with only two choices: accept his cruel proposal or die. She chooses survival. Their revenge marriage is filled with games of dominance and possession which slowly transforms into something far more dangerous. Azrael who married her for revenge is suddenly terrified of losing her, and Lyanna who married him to survive realizes she’s falling for the monster she once created. for updates, you can join my discord server: https://discord.gg/yjX92fDdw

Three girls. One dorm. Endless heartbreaks, fleeting romances, and the messy, beautiful journey of learning to love, and let go. --×-- Chen Yue has always believed in love at first sight. When she finally catches the attention of her long-time crush, the cold, brilliant physics genius Han Zixuan, she thinks she's found it. But loving someone who doesn’t know how to love back is harder than she imagined, and Chen Yue must navigate the delicate line between hope and heartbreak. "You noticed me," Chen Yue whispered, fidgeting with her sleeve as she tried to hold her smile. "I did. Don't make it sound like a big deal," Han Zixuan replied, keeping his gaze distant. For a moment, the space between them felt impossibly wide. Then Chen Yue tilted her head, daring. "It is a big deal… for me." Han Zixuan stilled, the faintest flicker of softness can be seen in his eyes when he looked at her. After a pause, he looked away, murmuring to himself, "…I've been noticing you all along." --×-- Lin Meixuan has no time for romance, no patience for flirts, and certainly no interest in Fang Yichen, the smooth-talking racer who won't leave her alone. Yet as their paths keep colliding, she begins to realize that persistence can sometimes feel like care… and that care can be terrifyingly close to love. "Stop following me around," Lin Meixuan snapped, swatting his hand away. Fang Yichen only laughed, stepping closer. "I'm not following you. I'm merely supervising your happiness." "By annoying me?" "Exactly," he said, grinning like he'd just solved the universe. "If you survive me, you'll be stronger. Consider it relationship training." Her scowl deepened, but her voice betrayed a mild amusement. "You're unbelievable." --×-- Shen Anran has given up expecting love, not after all she's lost. But when Chen Haoran, the golden boy adored by everyone enters her life, she finds warmth in him. But just as she starts to believe in second chances, the past comes back to challenge everything, forcing Shen Anran to decide if being "fine" is ever truly enough. "When you say you felt distant… was it because I made you feel left out? Or because I didn't explain myself enough?" Chen Haoran asked. He rubs his thumb against the edge of the table, a habit from when he's thinking too hard. "I never wanted you to feel like you had to be understanding all the time," he continued quietly. "I just… thought if you were okay, then I didn't need to keep asking." There's a pause. "Ran… I thought we were fine," he said finally, his voice low, almost stunned. Shen Anran pressed the tissue to her lips, trying to breathe evenly. "I thought so too." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • teen • campus] >> Word count per chapter: 1.0k ~ 1.5k

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

In the Grimridge Pack, fate is everything, and a mate bond is the only proof that you belong. Sable has never belonged. Born scentless and branded defective, she is nothing but a warning, a shadow forced to kneel while the pack laughs in her face. When a powerful wolf finally offers her a hand, she dares to believe her life might change. Adrian looks like salvation, and for the first time, hope feels real. Until he betrays her. Discarded for a “better” mate and thrown back into the dirt where she started, Sable is left with nothing but humiliation and rage. But the pack’s cruel game has one problem they never expected. The Alpha has been watching. Cassian is ruthless, scarred, and untouchable, the richest and most feared wolf in the territory. He should want a perfect mate, not a broken outcast. He should have no reason to claim her. Except Sable was never meant to be rejected. She was meant to be his. And once Cassian decides she belongs to him, Grimridge will learn that even a defect can burn the whole pack to the ground.

On the night she was destined to become Luna, Aurora Lane’s world shatters in betrayal and blood. Her rise from death should have been her victory, but resurrection comes with secrets that cut deeper than any blade. Cloaked in a new identity, she must return to her pack; where enemies wear familiar faces, forbidden desires burn hotter than loyalty, and every truth uncovered threatens to destroy the ones she loves. But Aurora’s greatest battle isn’t against outsiders; it’s against the ties of blood itself. Sisters turned rivals. Love tested by lies. A legacy drenched in jealousy and vengeance that stretches far beyond her own lifetime. The Moon chose her to lead. Fate demands she survive. But when family becomes the deadliest enemy… How do you fight a war where blood is both the weapon and the chain? ### Dive into The Twin Luna: The Third Crescent today and uncover the secrets that could break or bind destiny itself.

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

A Reverse Harem Werewolf Romance --- Evaline Greystone was the daughter of an Alpha, yet her life was anything but privileged. After losing her mother at a young age, she suffered under the cruelty of her stepmother and step-siblings while her father ignored her existence. Her only solace was Ethan - the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack and the man she loved. But fate was never kind to her. When Eva turned sixteen, she discovered she had no wolf. Overnight, she became an anomaly, a disgrace. She became the laughingstock of the werewolf world. But her torment escalated into something darker, something sinister at the hands of none other than her stepbrother. Still, she held onto Ethan, believing his love would be her salvation. That illusion shattered on her eighteenth birthday. Ethan turned out to be her fated mate, but instead of joy, it brought devastation. The night after they had given themselves to each other, Ethan declared she was too weak to stand by his side. Worse, he rejected her publicly, choosing her stepsister instead. Humiliated, betrayed, and terrified of what her stepbrother would do next, Eva ran. But her escape led her straight into a nightmare. The next morning, she awoke to the horrifying news - her entire pack was annihilated. Not a single survivor remained. And the ones responsible? The four Rogue Kings - feared Alphas who ruled the lawless werewolf world. Ruthless and unstoppable, and they had come to finish what they started. But Eva wasn't dead. She was on the run. And pregnant. She didn’t get far before she was captured. Dragged before the Rogue Kings, she prepared for the end. But at the last moment, they changed their minds. Instead of killing her, they made her a maid - a fallen Alpha’s daughter serving the very Alphas who destroyed her world. What neither she nor the Rogue Kings knew was the cruel twist fate had in store. They were her mates. Despite her suffering, she refused to break, determined to carve a future for herself and her child. And to do that, she enrolled in the werewolf academy run by the Rogue Kings themselves.

Aurora just wanted a salary, a desk, and a quiet life at Noir Tower. No romance, no handsome bosses, no problems. Then she gets stuck in the elevator with Dante Noir: owner of the company, alpha of the Shadow pack, and the man who shouldn't even look at her... but he smells her once, and everything changes. From that day on, Aurora's body goes crazy: heat, dizziness, dreams about him. The doctors say it's stress. The reports call her “the Vega case.” Dante calls her something else: his omega. As a silent war brews between clans, foundations, and creatures hiding under expensive suits, Aurora will have to choose: Be the perfect prey that everyone wants to control... or the omega who dares to break the system, even if it means falling into bed—and into the clutches—of her boss?

Eiran always thought he had everything he ever wished for. Valerian never wished for anything but him. And Saelior... he didn't even know if there was something he should wish for - maybe love. Life felt perfect. Eiran had come out long ago, the man he loved returned his feelings, and his mother's love was unwavering. He never asked for more. But everything shattered when Valerian got engaged - to his cousin. She was beautiful, sweet, and everything his family could wish for. Everything Eiran was never meant to be. So he left, escaping a place filled with bittersweet memories. In a new city, among unfamiliar faces, he felt hollow - until he met Saelior. Stunning, seemingly perfect, and quietly broken, Saelior carried a pain Eiran recognized all too well. They shared too much in common, yet some wounds ran too deep for words. Could friendship heal them... or would it only deepen the ache of hearts that were never meant to be together? ________________________________________________________________________ My feet got tired before it was late, I knew you were mine but we never met. And now that we met on stars, We fell together — but this time, hard.