Celia Boyd

"You're joking right?" Alexander asked, leaning against his high-backed swivel seat, tapping his fingers on the table gently. "No, I'm not." Tessa swallowed hoping for the burning of her throat to stop, she dreaded what his reaction would be, yet he didn't take her seriously. "You want me to believe that a secretary who spread her legs easily for me the night I decided to notice her, is pregnant and it's my baby?" Alexander asked. "I'm not lying sir..I." Tessa stuttered she didn't have words to form, she couldn't believe what he said, he deflowered her that night they slept together, though he didn't know that, she didn't expect him to say what he just did, her throat burned so much, and her heart kept thumping irregularly, she held the chair she stood close to steadying herself. "You're an opportunist," Alexander said with a smile, he didn't like women like this, always finding excuses to trap him into what he didn't want. "Sir, I promise, I'm not lying," Tessa said her lips quivering, her eyes burning and the tears gathering were threatening to slip through. "I used a condom, I always do to avoid women like you." He spat standing up from his chair. "Sir, there must have been a…" Tessa paused when she saw him walk closer to her. "I'm going to give you one minute to leave my office, you're fired, and if I see you near the premises of this office, or close to my building, you'll be sorry for it." Alexander spat on her, pushing her out of his way, he walked to his door opening it wide. "Now leave." He roared. Tessa walked past him slowly, tears running down her eyes, she couldn't believe the one night she had resulted in her pregnancy and joblessness.

"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."

To drown away her emotional pain from a harsh breakup, Jayda went to a local bar to get wasted. There, she met Sebastian Miller, the multimillionaire with the worst personality but incredibly s*xy charm. Despite his flaws, she had a passionate one-night stand with him, creating a bond that binds them forever and forging a connection that transcends fleeting moments.

"You have no idea what you've done to me. I've been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me." His grip tightened. "I'm not letting that go. I'm not letting you go. F*ck the friendship. I want you." I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip. "I don't just want to f**k you—I want to keep you. You're my favorite sin, and I'll commit it again and again until you understand you're mine." His lips twitched a little. "You've always been mine, Savannah." ****** Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.