Cel

A slight frown creased Damion's face as he addressed Karen, "Karen, I don't mean to be blunt, but you are mistaken. I have already marked someone else as my Luna" He kept his distance from her, confused by her behavior. "Hold on a minute. What are you trying to say? I'm not making up stories..." Karen ran her hand through her hair, at a loss for words. "The truth is, my wolf has scented you. What else could that mean, if not that you are my mate? Yet, you deny it?" she asked, her expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. ****** ****** Karen Adams Van Brunt, a formidable hybrid of the Blood Moon Pack, was secretly trained by her parents to master her powers. On her eighteenth birthday, she had her first contact with the outside world. That night, she met her mate, Damion Creek, a powerful alpha of the Golden Paw Pack, where she genuinely confessed her feelings to him. Unfortunately, he rejected her, revealing that he had already marked Luna, who turned out to be her elder sister, Charlotte. That same night, Charlotte's body was found in the woods, with all signs pointing to Karen who had an appointment with her before her death. Alpha Damion Creek refused to believe that marking Charlotte was a mistake. Instead, he displayed various hostile behaviors towards Karen, accusing her of killing her sister out of jealousy. To avenge Luna's death, he imprisoned Karen behind silver bars. After suffering in prison without Damion's knowledge, Karen was finally granted release. However, her freedom came with a dangerous condition – accepting Damion's life-threatening ultimatum. Would she be able to keep this illusive deal, or would failure cause her to seal fate with Damion over an inescapable life-bonding punishment?

SYNOPSIS Inara is a neglected and weak girl, living in a world where arranged marriages are the norm for those of royal blood. When her stepsister instigates Inara's fated mate to reject Inara and refuse to fulfill her duty as a bride to a werewolf prince rumored to be disabled, useless, cruel, and disliked by the king, Inara is forced to step in as a substitute to save her sick mom. But upon her arrival at the royal palace, Inara discovers that the prince has already rejected her as his mate and chosen another. Heartbroken, with her second chance mate, who turned out to be the prince, rejecting her also and being determined to prove herself and reclaim control of her fate, Inara trains in secret with a group of werewolf rebels who seek to overthrow the oppressive monarchy. But as Inara grows stronger and gains the admiration of those around her, she also attracts the attention of those who will stop at nothing to preserve the status quo, as well as the Prince, who is secretly plotting to take back the throne from the king, his uncle. This time, the prince who fakes his 'useless and cruel' image not only has to win Inara's support but also her heart. Also, her first mate, who left her for her stepsister, now wants her back and will do anything to get her. Inara is now torn between two powerful Alphas who ruined her. Who would she choose—the man who left her for her stepsister or the man who chose another over her? Why don't you do yourself a favour and find out?

He was supposed to be my stepfather. I was supposed to call him Daddy, instead of baby, my darling, or even my husband. But when my mother was murdered, he suddenly dragged me to the altar to take my mother's place to marry him. As if my mother's murder wasn't shocking enough, I was forced to say I do under his piercing gaze, and even a gun to my ribs. I was scared, and I couldn't refuse. I had to marry a stranger who was supposed to be my stepfather. And worse, I didn't know that my future stepfather, or now my future husband, was a Don. "You'll be safe as long as you use my last name. I'll make sure they won't touch a single hair on your head." "Really? What happened to my mother showed otherwise." "Honey, Katherine no longer has my last name. And you, you're Fiona Craig now." Life is so strange. In an instant I lost my mother. In an instant I became the wife of the Don, Joshua Craig. And who knows what will happen next. It felt so wrong to us. It felt so wrong to me.

Ellie is an orphaned werewolf pup, kidnapped and held by an evil Alpha. Alpha Gunner, of the Blood Claw pack forced Ellie at just eight years old to swear a blood oath to mate his son Tyson, when they came of age. The Alpha's own thirst for conquering neighboring packs lands him in hot water with the council, a governing body made up of every type of supernatural creature that keeps the peace. The council additionally houses the Shadow Warriors, an equally diverse group of elites that police and fight those like Gunner who seek only to destroy. When Ellie catches a window of opportunity, she escapes and finds a friendly pack to take her in. However, Gunner will not let her go that easily, and gets increasingly desperate to find her. When all hope seems lost for Ellie, the Moon Goddess intervenes, and sends Ellie her warrior mates. Her mates quickly learn they cannot be with Ellie, as she is under a spell to keep her from shifting and getting her wolf for the first time.Can her mates free her from Gunner once and for all? Will Ellie ever learn the truth of who she really is and why Gunner wants her so bad?

When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories. At the time, I never gave them much thought. Thinking they were just that… stories. Growing up, I soon realized that they weren’t lofty fantasies and fairy tales but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to sh*t. You see, what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story becomes, there is always a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact. My grandmother used to tell me stories of the Chosen One—the one who would save us all. When I was younger, I used to believe that what she said was true. Eventually, someone would be born, just as the Oracle predicted—someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up and saw the world unfolding around me, I no longer believed in salvation. The chosen one seemed to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something in which we needed to find hope when there wasn’t any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe in this so-called salvation? Especially when all we witnessed was death and carnage ever since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories and used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now, though, I see it for what it really is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dangerous; it makes you believe things will get better. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache.

⚠ Warning: 40% s*x, 100% sin. This isn't sweet little love story. This is dark, filthy Mafia territory, where rules don’t exist, and neither does mercy. For mature minds only. Themes include: 💣 Ruthless dominance 🔗 Dubious consent & brutal obsession 👀 Public s*x, eyes watching 💔 Best friend betrayal 🖤 Power games that leave you wet and wrecked If you came for flowers and happy endings, check it out. And if you're ready to get f*ck*d against the wall by a Mafia king who’ll make you scream his name loud enough for his enemies to hear .... then sit down, keep your mouth open, and behave. Because once you enter his world, you don't walk out untouched. ***** “Here. Sign this and you can start immediately. If you have anything important at home, bring it here....I’ll provide you with everything. "Clothes, food, whatever you need,” he said, the smirk returning to his face. She reached for the file hesitantly, her eyes narrowing slightly. Something felt…off. Too quick. Too intense. Just as she was about to flip through the pages, her phone rang. Tring… Tring… She glanced at Liam. He nodded. “It’s okay.” She quickly signed the last page without reading. Inside, her instincts itched. Something didn’t sit right. But she brushed the feeling off. Maybe he was just one of those flirty, arrogant bosses. “You signed without reading it,” he said in a whisper only she could hear. “Bold.” “I trust Liam,” she replied. Vincenzo smiled, not the kind that made people feel safe. She handed the file back and turned to leave. Vincenzo stood silently, watching her go. The way her hair swayed. The curve of her waist. That innocent look in her eyes. As she disappeared around the corner, he exhaled sharply. “Such a girl,”