Suzette

"Sign it or go to jail." "I'm done with this marriage. I already got what I wanted, so you're no longer needed." Dale Beldson said it calmly, without guilt, as if ending our marriage meant nothing. In that moment, Chloe Dave finally understood the truth. To him, she had never been important. With tears in her eyes, she signed the divorce papers and walked away from the life she once fought so hard to keep. She left his house, his family, and the illusion of love behind. But she made herself a promise. One day, she would come back stronger. She would become someone no one could ignore again. Chloe once believed marrying Dale was the happiest moment of her life. He was powerful, admired, and the man she had loved for years. That belief did not last. Her marriage turned cold, her husband distant, and his family never accepted her. Still, she held on, hoping there was at least a small place for her in his heart. Everything fell apart when she was framed by Nora, his closest friend. She was accused of crimes she did not commit, yet Dale chose to believe another woman over his own wife. That was when Chloe stopped hoping. When she returns, she will not be the same woman he cast aside. And this time, she will be the one walking away while he watches.

She left her past behind when her world crumbled—betrayed by love, abandoned by her pack, and burdened by loss. One wild night in Europe changed everything: a s*xy stranger, stolen kisses, and her first time… that left her with a surprise she never expected. Now a full-time writer and single mom, Elara returns to her old pack after years away, only to walk straight into the wedding of the century—the Alpha King’s wedding. But when the groom turns to her, their eyes lock, and he growls one word that stops the ceremony cold: “Mine.” Oh. Crap. Worse? He just noticed her toddler. And growled again: “My pup.” Let the chaos begin. Weddings, werewolves, jealous exes, awkward family dinners, steamy revenge kisses, and fated mate drama collide in this uproarious, s*xy, and heart-melting ride of second chances, found family, and unexpected love.

Seven years ago, Cate Sullivan was presumed dead following a tragic fire while she was carrying twins. The man who loved her with all his heart, Dylan Carter, buried her himself… but he didn’t recover. Surprisingly, She survived. Devastated, psychologically damaged, and suffering from amnesia, she has been raising twins for the past seven years in poverty, unaware of the billionaire who lost her and is still looking for the woman he never stopped loving. That changes on a snowy night when he finds a young boy stealing from Cate’s grave… a boy who looks like him. Because contrary to what he thought all these years, his deceased lover has returned along with his twins. But someone is determined to keep the truth buried forever. As old memories resurface and dangerous secrets unravel, Cate and Dylan are pulled back into a love story destroyed by betrayal, obsession, and seven years of heartbreaking separation. Yet the closer they grow, the more deadly the past becomes. Because the woman who tried to erase Cate once before is prepared to do it again. In a story filled with painful misunderstandings, hidden identities, emotional reunions, and a love powerful enough to survive death itself, one question remains: What happens when the man who buried you discovers even in poverty and memory loss you never stopped loving him?

Marabella has lived with a curse her entire life. Born as a Gemini twin, she was considered a bad omen. Always living in the shadow of her twin. Marabella is believed to be tainted by the mark of death. Everyone in her pack fears her. After the rejection of her mate, she learns that there are more secrets out there than just hers. Kyan and his best friend Jonah have a dark secret of their own. One that pulls Marabella between the two men. All of that changes when her darkness turns out not to be a curse but a blessing. When she finally gives in and confronts her demons, she learns they were never really hers at all and that the curse that follows her might just be the key to setting them all free. "Everyone has skeletons in their closet. You just need to choose which ones you can live with, which ones will haunt you a little less…”

After being framed for her parent’s death and ending up in an insane asylum, Maya escapes and hopes to settle down in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The small house seems like the perfect place to bury the ghosts of her past, but sometimes those ghosts refuse to stay dead, and perfect isn’t so perfect after all. After meeting her neighbor Drake and the two men who live with him, Maya notices things aren’t quite right with the three men. She didn’t think her life could get any stranger, but when she notices the animals hunting her—particularly the wolves. Maya finds herself in a never-ending battle to keep them away, much to her landlord and his friend’s amusement. Little does she know that those wolves are more than they seem, and so is her landlord. That they aren’t just stalking her as prey, but they are hunting their mate.

Each breath I draw is a cruel reminder of their deaths, the echoes of their last moments vibrating in the hollow pit of my soul. It's not just the sting of grief but the harsh reality of their sacrifice, their lives lost in a betrayal by those we blindly trusted. Now, it's my turn to dive into the past, to meticulously untangle the intricate web of secrets woven into the fabric of my history. However, as the truth begins to unravel, an unintended consequence follows—I awaken something—a force, a presence, a darkness that should have remained dormant. But the more it stirs, the more I find myself reveling in its ominous depths. I am resolved to claim my revenge, even if it demands a price others would falter to pay. The price of my heart. A price I'm willing to surrender for the retribution that is rightfully mine. Their lives will not be in vain, and with every beat of my heart, I promise I'll hear the last beat of theirs.

Betrayed by the man she once called husband, Cassia Munroe learned the hard way that love doesn’t always come with loyalty. She was never his first choice, but their child was everything. And when she asked for a divorce, she was forced to make the most painful sacrifice of all… leaving her five-year-old daughter behind. That loss became her fire. Years later, the world knows her name — not as the woman Frederick Jones discarded, but as a self-made powerhouse. A world-class chef. A renowned fitness mogul. A secret cybersecurity genius. A billionaire investor who could crush empires with a single trade. But the man who broke her has no idea that the empire she built was born from the ashes he left her in. Now Frederick wants what he once threw away. Yet Cassis’s heart is no longer his to claim. Because a mysterious man just shook the world with a single tweet: “My wife is the most beautiful woman alive. And the photo attached? Cassia Munroe. The woman everyone thought was broken has just become the one thing every billionaire in the world wants.

Things didn’t look great, not only did I lose the last piece of my life as I stared down at the foreclosure notice on my mothers house. I now had to face the realisation she will probably never come home. Watching someone wither away, knowing they were once full of life, once the biggest influence in your life and now they were reduced to skin and bone, bedsores, and a machine breathing for them as the life slowly drained out of them, bloody s*ck*d. I thought for sure that would be the hardest day of my life when they rang me to tell me there was nothing else they could do for her. Yet I still held out hope, held onto the possibility no matter how slim it was that she would return to me, just wake up like nothing happened. Scrunching up the foreclosure notice, I toss it in the bin before adjusting the box tucked under my arm. I walked to the trunk of my car dropping my mothers alcohol stash in it. I couldn’t leave it in the storage locker. No flammable liquids but I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out either, mum loved a drink. I hated that she was a drunk but now I would give anything to see her with her drink in her hand while laughing and telling me stories. Sighing, I close the trunk and hop in my car looking at my childhood home one last time before I say goodbye to this part of my life. I was truly on my own.

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."

"They've decided to marry me off," I say, "To Blackmoor." Grace's brows lift slightly. "I know." "You... what?" "Father told me after council," she says easily. "It's a smart move." I swallow. "Grace, it's Alpha Gaven. He's dangerous. They say he killed his own father. That he..." "That he rules effectively," she interrupts. "Which is more than can be said for most Alphas who hesitate." I stare at her. "I'm scared. I am not enough for him. We both know that. He will sense it as soon as he meets me." I hate myself for offering it so freely. But she's my sister. If I don't say it to her, I don't know who I could. "I need help," I say. "I can't go to Blackmoor. I don't have a wolf. I don't even know how to..." She cuts me off, "You're not meant to be Luna. You are just meant to warm his bed from time to time. Give him an heir or two." Grace continues, "But I am meant to be Alpha. And this alliance makes that possible. Blackmoor's support will silence any challenges. The elders will fall in line. I can take my rightful place." *** Fern was supposed to be the heir who would secure the pack's future. When she was born a girl and never received a wolf, Fern was cast aside and raised among the Omegas, treated as little more than a servant in her own pack. So when her father trades her in a political marriage to secure an alliance, Fern understands exactly what she is: expendable. Her contracted mate is Alpha Gaven of Blackmoor, the most feared Alpha on the continent. What Fern doesn't know is that Gaven recognizes her as his true mate the moment he scents her. And he refuses her. To Fern, he is a monster forged in blood and power. To Gaven, the bond is a cruel twist of fate he refuses to accept. Bound by contract , they clash at every turn as resentment, obsession, and forbidden desire begin to blur the line between hatred and need.