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“I, Thomas Bennett, reject Sophie Turner as my mate.” The bond shattered. Pain exploded through my chest like someone had ripped out my heart with bare hands. My knees buckled, and I hit the ground hard. Someone screamed—maybe me, maybe my wolf, maybe both. “I choose Lily Adams as my true mate.” The pack's shock was palpable. Choosing a new mate minutes after rejection? Even Alpha Jensen looked uncomfortable. “The Moon Goddess blessed your bond with Sophie,” one of the pack elders spoke up. “To reject it is—” “The Goddess's will is mysterious,” Tom cut in smoothly. “Perhaps she showed me Sophie first so I would recognize my true mate when I found her.” I wanted to vomit. How many times had he fed me those same sweet lines? Lily stepped forward, radiant in a white dress. I suddenly remembered helping her pick it out last week. Had she bought it for this moment? “I accept Thomas Bennett as my mate,” she said clearly. “And I accept the position of Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.” Rejected by her destined mate and betrayed by her pack, Luna warrior Sophie finds herself drowning her sorrows at a human bar. That's where she meets the mysterious Christian Knight—a powerful Alpha from a rival pack. Little does she know, he's not just any Alpha—he's her second-chance mate and her new boss at the pack's front company, Knight Industries.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked s*x club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith, the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room, Manhattan's most exclusive masked club, she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

"What's wrong, kitten? Am I getting you riled up?" he asks teasingly. I turn away from him, hoping he won't see how much he's pissing me off.  He knows I hate that f*ck*ng nickname, but he hasn't stopped calling me that since we were little. "I told you to stop calling me that," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady. "And I told you that I would never stop calling you that." I grind my molars, feeling my frustration rise. "You're such a d*ck. Why is that my nickname anyway?" "Because you always have your claws out, but when it's time to scratch and bite, you're practically harmless." A bitter laugh bubbles out of me as I turn back to him. "F*ck you. I could claw your d*mn eyes if I wanted to." "Sure, you can, Kitten," he says again, grinning just to piss me off more. "But just in case those claws don't sink deep enough, keep in mind that you can always call on me, Niko, and Mace if you're in trouble." Why does he keep saying that? I don't need them, I never have. Not even when my dad was murdered. I never let anyone see me cry and wiped my own tears in private. Just like Daddy would have wanted from his tough girl.  "He's right, sweet girl. You can call us if you ever need us," Nikolai adds, emerging from the house and joining us. Mace appears right behind him.  Oh, great. Here are all three dumbasses.  ***** TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK. THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM s*x At twenty-three, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his *ssh*l* best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

"For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love. But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night. Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all—his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine. Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love. And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim. But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun… is that he never truly lets you go. ""Try to leave me, Elodie,"" his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. ""I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."" He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door. And when I finally left his pack… I took more than just my broken heart with me."

One virgin student. Four untouchable professors. A secret that could destroy them all. Cheska Vega had a simple plan: graduate, stay invisible, and survive. But the campus she calls home is hiding a dark, delicious secret. Now, she is trapped in a high-stakes game of obsession with the four men she was never supposed to touch. From that moment, Cheska's life becomes a collision course with four men who should be completely off limits. Damian, the brooding stepfather with secrets darker than his eyes. Mateo, the English teacher she's been driving crazy for a year. Oliver, the new principal with a baby and a cheating wife. And Axel, her British tutor with a wicked smile and a hidden past. Four men. Four secrets. Four reasons she should run. But Cheska isn't running anymore.

"Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises—shattered in one gunshot moment. Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia—while Aria was left bleeding and invisible. ""You almost died!"" ""And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing."" Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move—marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective—and he plays for keeps. Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give… Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning. Will she finally become someone's first choice—or lose herself trying?"

"Sign it," he said. Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt—it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did. Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heartbeat. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything—her love, her identity, her silent devotion—only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient. But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed. Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read…

All Beau Anderson wants is one night of passion. One night to forget what she had become. Dominic Vasiliy, King of the Underworld. Ruthless, fearless, dominating, and arrogant. He never expected that one night of passion will change him forever. He fell and he fell hard. *** Beau Anderson was a ghost. Only be seen if she wants to. In her opinion, she had everything she had ever wanted in her life. Except one. A child of her own, her own little family; but without all the hullabaloo of getting it. No dating. No romance. Determined to get what she wants, she sets out one night to get it. And bit off more than she could chew. At the newest nightclub in San Francisco, she met Dominic Vasiliy, a man of dangerous mystery and s*x appeal she would do anything to get him. Just for one night. A night of passion and possession, rocking her world and tilting it off its axis. The next day, accomplishing her goal, silent as a mouse, she left him with a sweet kiss on his lips, knowing she would not be meeting him ever again. Little did she know what fate had in store for both of them, complicating her plans for her future. Beau was good with numbers. Not just good. She was the keeper of the secrets of hell. Or the underground. Wanting to go legit, she took a chance and accepted a new client. She would take this job one time then she would disappear. However, trouble came in the name of Dominic, her one-night-stand lover. Her temporary boss. A pure temptation, Dominic also had one goal. To possess the only woman who had captured his heart. No matter her resistance. He also had perils and problems of his own but that won't hinder his plans. He would have her in his life, come hell or high water, Beau Anderson was his. Forever. Delighted he was getting through her wall of defenses despite her no-nonsense air, he decided to make it official. There was one thing he didn't count on though, his enemies. The traitors in an organization he was a leader of targeted the love of his life. Nearly losing her, venting for revenge, he search the underground, doing whatever was necessary to find the men responsible. She resisted his allure. She really did but her heart won over her genius mind. She was his. His equal in all aspects. Caution thrown in the wind, she set out to help Dominic despite his protest. Together, they succeeded. The dangers of their world outshined their destiny. Mature Content 18+ Romance/Action

Nikolai. Braxton. Derik. Three alphas who have pledged to protect the humans in their territory. All they ask in return is one night with the virgins of the villages, one night to take them under the blood moon and complete the ritual. This year is Lorelai’s turn. A winter born, cursed—or blessed—with powers rarely seen, Lorelai has been shunned by the other villagers her whole life. Once she’s taken to the wolves’ mansion, she takes matters into her own hands. After all, what if one night just isn’t enough?

[18+] Sleeping with my best friend was something that shouldn’t have happened. We made a promise to each other when we were young, but it was long forgotten, at least by him, but not by me. I didn’t forget that he was my prince charming. He dated girls, which I didn’t mind because I was still underage. We slept in the same bed until this date, but we have never crossed the line. The problem started when his fiancée failed to appear for their wedding, and I had to play the role of his bride for the day just to save his face. That was the date everything changed. We had the steamiest night, and he told me it shouldn’t have happened because he was dating my best friend, Candice. That struck me dead in the gut. I should have known that our promises were long forgotten. He took my innocence and told me it shouldn’t have happened. That hurts, but nothing hurts more than learning you’re pregnant with your best friend’s child and you can’t tell him because he is in love with your friend. “Hi! My name is Lola.” He grinned. “My name is Dante.” “May I join you in a game?” “How old are you?” I gave him a puppy-dog expression. “You’re so adorable when you do that,” he observed. “I am nine years old.” “Well. I’m a sixteen-year-old, do you wish to play with your older brother?” I gave a nod. Just like that, I started playing with a 16-year-old. I was his little sister and he was my big brother. We grew up to be best friends. Everything was shared. We continue to share a bed to this day.