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Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

They say seven is the number of perfection. For Luna Seraphine, it was the number that ended her silence. Six times, she tore the divorce papers apart, choosing love over pride, endurance over dignity, surrendering to the cruel demands of the mate who never cherished her. The seventh time, she signed her name without trembling. Alpha Ravyn panicked. His mistress, Daisy, the daughter of Seraphine’s former nanny, laughed it off. She’s only throwing a tantrum, they said. She’ll crawl back. They were wrong. The truth shattered what little remained of her heart: the child she had loved and raised for six years was never hers. That revelation became her breaking point and her rebirth. This time, Luna Seraphine walked away without looking back. As her power rose, so did Ravyn’s regret. The Alpha who once discarded her now slept outside her door, desperate for a single glance. But the woman who opened that door was no longer the Luna he broke. Cold. Untouchable. Unforgiving. Ravyn fell to his knees, begging for her hand, only to realize he was no longer the only one. Men of influence and power now competed for her attention. Because Luna Seraphine was no longer just a Luna. She was a world-renowned business mogul. A shadowed philanthropist. The most sought-after surgeon of her time, and a cyber genius. This time, she is not surviving the story written for her. She is rewriting it. And only she decides how it ends.
Glorious_Eagle · 238.4k Views

The Feral Alpha's Captive

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut
Lilac_Everglade · 209.1k Views

My Fiancé’s Scandals Never End, So I Married His Brother Instead

Celia Sterling, heiress of the Sterling Conglomerate, is dazzlingly beautiful and charming, yet proud and haughty. In this world, only Kian Sterling can be her master. So, he made the decision to betroth her to Declan Nash, the eldest son of the equally powerful Norwood Conglomerate. Declan Nash, a notorious and untamable playboy, fell for Celia Sterling at first sight. After pleading with Kian Sterling for a year, he finally made the titan of the financial world relent: "If you can remain chaste for my sister, you may marry her." Declan Nash abstained from worldly desires for three years and finally secured a wedding date. With the interests of their powerful families bound by the marriage alliance, and confident that marrying Celia Sterling was a foregone conclusion, he revealed his true nature by having a bachelor party three months before the wedding. Kian Sterling's voice was faint: "Declan Nash is no longer an option." … The head of the Norwood Family, Silas Norwood, is reserved, aloof, and noble—an unattainable moon in the sky that socialites yearn for but can never reach. When Kian Sterling brought Celia Sterling to call off the engagement, Silas Norwood nonchalantly dismissed it: "My nephew Declan Nash is preposterous, but the marriage alliance between our two families involves too many entangled interests. Miss Sterling, this engagement cannot be broken." His gaze rested quietly on Celia Sterling's face, his expression unruffled: "How about switching to me?" Kian Sterling scoffed: "The unattainable Moonlight yearned for by the socialites is about to descend into the mortal world?" Silas Norwood lowered his gaze: "For a businessman, interests come first. Why not enter the game myself?" … Later, with red-rimmed eyes, Declan Nash cornered Silas Norwood in the Norwood family's ancestral hall: "What do you mean, 'enter the game myself'? This was clearly premeditated all along!"
Heaven-Praying Fox · 53k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 6.9k Views

The Ex-Wife’s Return: Billionaire’s Desperate Regret

“I bought you when your empire was crumbling, Seraphina. You don't get to leave until I say so.” For three years, Seraphina was the perfect shadow—a submissive, silent trophy wife to Silas Sterling, the most ruthless predator in New York’s concrete jungle. She endured his frost-bitten coldness and his suffocating control, living within the gilded cage of their marriage and waiting for a single spark of the man she once thought she loved. But on their third anniversary, the embers finally turn to ash. Seraphina walks into Silas’s study and commits the ultimate sin: she lays down divorce papers and asks for nothing. No settlement, no property, no legacy. She only demands her freedom. Amused by her sudden rebellion, Silas tears the documents to shreds, treating her like a convenient piece of upholstery that has finally stepped out of line. He thinks she has nowhere to go. He couldn't be more wrong. That night, Seraphina vanishes into the rain. She leaves behind the designer gowns, the cold diamonds, and a crumpled box in the trash with two unwavering blue lines—a secret heir Silas was never meant to find. By the time Silas realizes his "ghost" has escaped, Seraphina has already shed her submissive skin. She isn’t a beggar fleeing a king; she is the long-lost heiress to a rival empire, and she isn’t just leaving—she is ascending. When they meet again, the tables haven't just turned; they’ve been set on fire. Silas is no longer the hunter; he is the man begging for a glance from the queen who replaced his broken doll. But Seraphina is no longer the girl who prayed for his touch. She now possesses a heart made of the very iron Silas used to break her. Silas would destroy the world to find her. Now, Seraphina is ready to burn it down to keep him away.
Kevinwkb · 4.9k Views