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-No rape.- The Alpha King was meant to produce a male heir. An alpha destined to be crowned the next ruler of Lunareth, the true Alpha of the Royal Pack. Instead, he had a daughter. From the moment she could understand it, Lynsandra knew her fate was never to rule, only to be given away. No matter her efforts, no matter her worth, she was not what the pack needed. So she left. She fled the Royal Pack, her father’s shadow, and the life chosen for her—only to learn that the world beyond was no kinder. Betrayed by the man she believed loved her, Lynsandra learned firsthand how easily devotion is taken for granted, and how little protection love truly offers. “Just look at you! You’re so dull, so boring! No man would want someone like you!” Lynsandra scoffed. “Watch me.” Two years later, the Royal Pack announces an Alpha Selection. Men from across the continent arrive with one goal: Lynsandra. To stand at her side, they must submit to an unconventional final trial. One that binds them not as suitors, but as something far more dangerous. The Luna’s Harem. Some come to dominate her. Some come driven by greed and ambition. Others enter for reasons of their own. None of them are prepared for what it truly means to stand beside her. In a world that never believed a she-wolf could be an alpha, Lynsandra is done proving herself and fully prepared to show them what power truly looks like.

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.

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!"

Her three-year marriage to Tristan Grayson, in the end, was nothing but a joke. In the eyes and heart of Tristan Grayson, there was only one woman, and her name was Maggie Monroe. As for her, Mika Summers, she was merely a prop for a smokescreen. And so, covered in blood, she escaped his world... However, he refused to let her go. Finally, at the end of her rope, she said: "Tristan Grayson, what will it take for you to finally let me go!" "You are my woman, Tristan Grayson's. How could I possibly let you go?" ...

Before rebirth, she was ruthlessly abandoned by the man she loved the most. After rebirth, she threw out a divorce paper, "I don't love you anymore, let's divorce." He is the all-powerful emperor of Stellaria, cold and heartless, with unpredictable moods. Facing the accusation from his young wife, he laughed wildly and confidently, "Who else can you love but me?" A certain woman made a domineering counterattack, picking up the little dumpling beside her, "Him, I love him the most." Melody Thorne, who had just been reborn, originally thought she could stand tall, but didn't expect to be unable to even walk, From then on, the cold-blooded president transformed into a wife-pampering maniac, afraid to break her if he held her, afraid she'd melt if he kissed her. She fought dregs, he provided the gun. She wanted stars in the sky, he immediately built a rocket to reach them. A reporter interviewed, "Mr. Quinn, how did you manage to conquer Mrs. Quinn who wanted to run away several times?" "By making babies."

He is the legendary king that rules the business empire with formidable power and influence. She is just a normal female student. A deal is made between them—a paper marriage with a validity of four years. Four years later, she turns away from the relationship without a backward glance. At first, she imagines that their worlds will never collide again, but he keeps bearing down on her, occupying her everything as he refuses to let go. Why is he interfering when she gets a bit closer to another man?! "Ethan Laurent, we've already split up! We're done! It's over!" “Oh really? Then you'll have to ask for his opinion first.” With that, he pushes a little bun into her arms with an indifferent expression. The adorable little bun looks at her with big, sparkling eyes.

A never-before-seen event has occurred in Ancheng! What happened? The Crown Prince of Di Jue unexpectedly has a son! Mo Chuxi is baffled—he’s still unmarried! Where did this son come from? Having a son is one thing, but what’s this? There’s also a daughter! Inside the narrow car cabin, Mo Chuxi blocks the woman, “Lady Yan, can you please explain what’s going on? Hmm?” “...” One morning, Little Baozi is holding Big Baozi’s hand, blinking his innocent watery eyes as he looks at Mo Chuxi.

Alina gave everything to her marriage—her youth, her dreams, her name. She stood beside Darius when he was nothing but a rising CEO with ambition and debt. Then one evening, he calmly handed her divorce papers. “This marriage no longer makes sense.” No betrayal. No shouting. Just a clean, calculated decision—because she no longer added value to his life. Alina left quietly. With no money. No connections. No place in society. Everyone thought she was finished. What no one knew… was that Alina had never been weak. Years later, when Darius faces the most brutal corporate war of his career, the rival destroying his empire has a name he never expected to see again. Alina. Cold. Elegant. Untouchable. No longer his wife—but his equal. Now, as his company collapses and regret keeps him awake at night, Darius realizes the truth far too late— The woman he discarded didn’t disappear. She came back to stand across the boardroom table from him. And this time… she will never kneel again.

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."

P.S; my first published story;-) "I don't know....I panicked,guilt is eating at me" he frowned at my words before speaking up softly "we're cool,it was a fucking mistake so let it go" " you don't get it we can't be cool" I replied shaking my head. We can't be cool because of your girlfriend "expanciate" he demanded "you'll want this eventually" soon enough he closed the distance between us standing right in my space making me shrink into the wall closing my eyes with his minty scent scrambling my brain "you don't know what I want" After a simple life with her aunt in England far from the darkness that seemed to engulf her,Camille Morgan comes back to Los Angeles for a smooth college life with her friends and no drama but that all comes to an end as she encounters Andre Makeila, a hotshot model she adore....her idol. things don't go all rosy with him as expected, events drift them apart and bring them together, brewing complicated feelings. she begins to tread and discovers his darkest secret of the past...... Maybe even darker than hers. Can they ever truly be free of their cruel pasts and embrace their future?

Jasmine Towers married billionaire Keith Acland in an arranged marriage meant to benefit two powerful families. There was no love, no romance—and Jasmine accepted it. As the CEO’s wife, she devoted herself to maintaining the perfect image and raising her son to become the rightful heir of the Acland family. Everything collapses when Keith’s former lover returns… with a child she claims is his. Overnight, Jasmine’s position is questioned. Her son’s inheritance is threatened. And the woman who once stood quietly beside her husband is pushed out of her own home. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by high society, Jasmine is forced into a ruthless battle for survival—where losing means watching her son lose everything. Jasmine must fight to protect her child… and reclaim what was stolen from her.

She was never supposed to be Luna. She was the bastard daughter of the Gamma — the backup plan, the convenient choice, the girl who loved Jordan Rutherford since she was twelve and foolish enough to believe that one day, Jordan would finally see her as more than his best friend but as his love. For five years, Soraya Windsor was everything Paradise Pack needed. The perfect Luna. The devoted best friend. His faithful wife. The woman who raised another woman's daughter as her own and told herself it was enough — that one day, Jordan would stop looking through her and finally see her. He never did. On the day Soraya discovers she's carrying his heir, her golden stepsister Magda returns. More cunning than beautiful, more dangerous than anyone remembers — and she’s here to fulfill a promise that will burn Soraya's world to ash and reduce everything she built to nothing. Suddenly the girl who gave everything is fighting for a marriage that was never truly hers, a daughter she raised but didn't birth, and a man who never once chose her when he had the choice. So she makes the only decision she has left. She walks away. Five years later, Soraya Windsor comes back. Not broken. Not begging. She returns wealthy, untouchable, unforgiving — and Jordan Rutherford is about to discover what it costs to make someone's love feel like a favor. His pack is crumbling. She is the only one who can save it. But why would she? Hell hath no fury like an unwanted Luna.

I wanted to be seen and heard and loved but I guess that will never happen. I am 19 years old living with my father and step mother always dreaming of the day my Prince Charming will come and save me from the tortures of my house hold. Nobody knows why I’m like this, why I always stick to my self. I feel dirty just thinking of it and hate my self for it. I will keep my mouth shut and live like I have always but he. The ways he looks at me make me what to destroy all the vows I made to my self. Cayden Black the schools heartthrob and his friends they call them selves the holy trinity but far from it Want to continue dive,into this new book

You were never meant to choose him,” Ethan said quietly, his voice controlled, steady, as his hand closed around Clara’s wrist—firm enough to stop her, gentle enough to make her listen. Clara’s breath hitched. Not from fear. But from the shock of hearing Ethan finally claim something after years of silence. She had chosen Ryan. The boy she loved openly. The one everyone approved of. The one who stood beside her without hesitation. Ethan stayed in the background. He watched Clara fall in love with another man. Watched her give her smiles, her trust, her future to someone else. He never interfered. Never confessed. Never crossed the line. Loving her quietly was the only restraint he allowed himself. Until restraint became regret. Clara was meant to be his forever. But one choice changed everything. The man she chose began to feel distant. And the man who had loved her in silence for years started to feel far more dangerous than the one she trusted. This is not a story about stolen love. It is a story about patience, restraint, and the devastating cost of choosing the right man over the one who waited.

Nina Song transmigrates into the beast world—only to discover she’s become the most infamous “useless” female alive. She’s ugly, talentless, infertile, and utterly unloved by her parents. Her reputation is so terrible that everyone despises her. Her only saving grace? She has eight powerful and devastatingly handsome fiancés. Unfortunately, on the very day of the wedding procession, disaster strikes. Seven fiancés publicly break off the engagement. One outright runs away. Humiliated and abandoned, Nina is exiled by her scumbag father. And as if fate isn’t cruel enough—on the road to exile, she discovers she’s pregnant. With nowhere to go, Nina survives alone in the wilderness, struggling to give birth and raise her children by herself. She vows that no matter how hard life becomes, she will protect her babies at all costs. But just as her peaceful life begins to stabilize… Why do the children’s scumbag fathers start appearing one by one? Worse still, they’re none other than the cold-blooded fiancés who once rejected her. So now you want to snatch my children? Dream on! Except… they don’t seem to be here for the kids at all.

[Warning R18+ Mature Content] In her previous life, Aria was the devoted fiancée of Lucas, the golden boy of the entertainment industry. She gave him her resources, her fame, and her heart, only to be betrayed. He cheated on her with her "innocent" stepsister, Bella, stole her inheritance, and left her to die in a cold mental hospital. When Aria opens her eyes again, she is back in the hotel room on the night she was drugged and ruined. But this time, she doesn't run into the trap. Instead, she stumbles into the forbidden penthouse suite—and into the arms of Damien, the terrifying tycoon and Lucas's uncle who holds the entire city in his grasp. He is dangerous, ruthless, and plagued by a violent, agonizing nerve disorder that drives him to the brink of madness. No doctor can cure him... except Aria. Seeing a chance for the ultimate revenge, Aria suppresses her fear and presses her thumb against the lethal pressure point on his neck. "Mr. Damien, I can stop the pain. In exchange… marry me." From rejected fiancée to the untouchable "Little Aunt," Aria uses her new status and medical mastery to crush her enemies in the showbiz world, all while managing a contract marriage that is quickly becoming dangerously real. *** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

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

I'm an Omega in an Alpha-dominated field. My Alpha didn't have to break my ankle or lock me up--- I got pregnant on purpose so he'll be stuck with me forever. I thought I was winning in life by being the toxic one. But I forgot there's a reason why Alphas dominate the field of scumbags. My Alpha, whom I thought was innocent and incapable of hurting me, suddenly brought back all my trauma with just one stupid move. Well, as I said earlier, I'm an Omega in an Alpha-dominated field. I'm not a martyr who'll stay with someone who has hurt me. Now let the chasing begin.

Fated mates are supposed to be sacred. Rejection is supposed to break them. When Elara Moonveil is publicly rejected by her Alpha mate, she loses everything—her pack, her future, and the life the Moon promised her. But the bond does not break. Instead, it burns… and awakens something far more dangerous within her. As Elara rises from discarded to powerful, her rejected mate is forced to watch her become everything he feared—and everything he no longer deserves. With rival packs circling, ancient bloodlines stirring, and the Blood Moon counting down, survival demands more than fate ever promised. This is not a story about forgiveness given freely. It is a story about power earned, love chosen, and an Alpha who must kneel for the mate he once cast aside. A slow-burn werewolf romance series featuring rejected mates, brutal grovel arcs, strong female leads, and love that refuses to be owned.

I woke up in a hospital bed after a month in a coma with a scar on my temple, a hollow space in my mind, and an entire year of my life missing. They told me I was lucky to be alive. They told me it was just an accident. They told me not to strain myself trying to remember. My family hovered over me with warmth and concern, their affection almost suffocating as if they were terrified I would disappear again. Everyone treated me gently… everyone except my sister. Francesca never pretended to be relieved that I survived. If anything, she looked disappointed that I did. I thought adjusting to memory loss would be the hardest part of my recovery. I was wrong. One month after returning home, I was informed over breakfast....casually, as though discussing the weather.....that I would be getting married in two weeks. Not because I fell in love. Not because I chose to. But because my sister could not fulfill her obligation. And just like that, I became the replacement bride in a business alliance worth more than my entire existence. The funniest part? I did not even know the name of the man I was supposed to marry. Ohhh… I knew his name exactly one week before the wedding. Along with every intimidating detail about his family, their empire, their power, and the way markets trembled when they made decisions. Khaos Hawthorne. Heir to the Hawthorne Consortium. A dynasty built on dominance, precision, and ruthless intelligence. A man described as untouchable, controlled, and incapable of emotional weakness. To him, this marriage is a strategic move. To my family, it is salvation. To me… it is a life I cannot remember choosing. Because here is the truth no one speaks about: I do not remember who I was before the accident. I do not know what kind of woman I used to be. And I certainly do not know what kind of wife I am expected to become. But the first time Khaos Hawthorne and I truly looked at each other....something shifted in my chest. Something unfamiliar. My heart began to beat in a way I could not explain. In a way that felt dangerously real. This marriage was supposed to be a contract. A transaction. A carefully calculated alliance. So why does it feel like I am standing at the edge of something i can't control? And why do I have the unsettling feeling that my forgotten past is tied to my future in ways I have yet to uncover?