Deedson

Wren Duskmoor has one rule burned into her bones: never let an Ironclaw wolf look at her twice. Omega blood marks her as lesser in a pack already treated as lesser, and the century old law between Duskwood and Ironclaw territory says any bond between the two bloodlines ends in exile, or worse. She has spent her whole life making herself small enough to survive it. Then Alpha heir Kane Ironclaw catches her scent across a border that has never once been crossed by choice, and the mate pull slams into him like a collision he cannot explain and is forbidden to want. He is promised to another wolf for the sake of peace between packs. He is his father's only heir, bound by law he was raised to enforce with his own hands. He was never supposed to feel anything for a Duskwood girl, least of all this. Every stolen meeting costs them something. Every choice to see each other again risks war. And underneath the law itself lies a secret neither pack was ever meant to find: a bloodline erased from the histories, a betrayal buried three generations deep, and a reason the ban between Duskwood and Ironclaw was written in the first place that has nothing to do with keeping the peace, and everything to do with keeping Wren exactly where she was told to stay. As a hunter faction sharpens its silver at the border and a rival mate waits for a wedding that was promised before Wren ever drew breath, Wren and Kane must decide what they are willing to burn down for a bond the world insists cannot exist. The mountains remember every law ever broken. Soon they will remember this one too.

Lyra Duskfall has one job: keep her head down and her pack alive. The Ashwood wolves live in the shadow of the Ravenshade Alphas, paying tribute for a betrayal that happened before Lyra was born. She does not want trouble. She wants her mother's medicine paid for and her little brother kept off the fighting line. Then Kael Ravenshade, the heir who will one day rule every wolf in the valley, catches her scent through a locked door she was never supposed to open, and trouble finds her anyway. The law is simple and absolute: an Ashwood wolf and a Ravenshade wolf who claim each other die together, by the same blade, before the pack. It has happened before. Everyone knows the names. Kael is already promised to Selene Cross, the council's chosen match, a union that will end a century of war between the great houses. Lyra is promised to nothing but survival. But the pull between them will not be denied, and the closer Lyra gets to Kael, the more she uncovers about her own blood, about a bloodline the Ravenshades buried on purpose, and about a rule that was never meant to protect anyone but the wolves who wrote it. Every stolen hour costs them. Every secret meeting could be their last free one. And somewhere in the dark between the packs, an enemy older than either house is counting the days until the forbidden door finally breaks. This is a story about a girl who was told she was less, a boy who was told he had no choice, and a bond neither the moon nor the law can unmake. Two hundred chapters. One impossible love. A door that was always going to open.

Claire Bennett has spent two years designing a housing project on the only piece of land her late mother ever loved. She has spent her whole life underestimated by people with more money than her. She has never once expected to be handed, without warning, to a billionaire stranger to pay off a debt she did not even know existed. Nathaniel Kane has spent six years rebuilding an empire his father nearly destroyed, and he has learned not to trust anything that comes easily, least of all a marriage his dying grandfather arranged in thirty days flat. He does not want a wife. He wants control of the one thing he has left to protect. Neither of them wanted this. Neither of them can walk away from it. But somewhere between a contract neither of them wrote and a secret neither of them remembers sharing, Claire and Nathaniel start to suspect they may have met before, once, anonymously, on a night that has haunted them both for three years without a name attached to it. A marriage of convenience is easy to survive. It is much harder to survive falling in love with the stranger you were forced to marry, especially when someone is determined to make sure you never find out why.

Elena Rossi grew up believing her father was a traitor. The Moretti crime family believes it too. When her brother Nico gambles away money that belongs to Dante Moretti, the man they call the Mafia King, there is only one way to pay the debt. Elena. She is brought to the Moretti mansion in the middle of the night and handed a choice that is not really a choice at all. Marry Dante Moretti, or watch her brother die for a debt he cannot repay. She chooses her brother. She does not choose Dante. Dante Moretti has spent his whole life being told who he has to be. Cold. Controlled. Ready to rule. His mother was murdered when he was twelve, and the Rossi name has haunted every family dinner since. Marrying Elena Rossi is not a romance to him. It is a leash his father put on the last loose end of an old war. He plans to keep her close, keep her quiet, and never let himself feel anything for her at all. That plan does not survive the first week. Elena is not what he expected. She fights back. She asks questions nobody in this family is allowed to ask. And slowly, in stolen moments between danger and duty, Dante starts to notice her instead of just guarding her. But a marriage built on blood cannot stay simple. A hidden letter. A name that should not exist. A cousin who wants the throne for himself. And a secret about the night Dante's mother died, a secret that could mean everything Elena was taught about her own father is a lie. The closer Elena and Dante get, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because if the real story comes out, it will not just break the fragile peace between two families. It will break the two people trying to survive it. THE BLOOD OATH OF THE MAFIA KING is a slow burn mafia romance about two people forced together by blood, kept apart by loyalty, and pulled toward each other by a love neither of them asked for.

She has seven days to save her father’s company. He has thirty to save his own name. Neither of them expected the price to be each other. Eleanor Whitfield has spent her whole life watching her family’s business bleed out one bad month at a time, but nothing prepares her for the folder her father slides across his desk, a single condition buried in the smallest font a lawyer could get away with. Marry Damian Cole, a man she has never met, or watch sixty years of her grandfather’s legacy disappear into a stranger’s debt ledger. Damian Cole did not ask for a wife any more than she asked for a husband. He asked for control of the empire his grandmother built, and the only woman who can hand it to him is the sharp tongued stranger who once told him to watch where he was going in a marble hallway on Park Avenue, with absolutely no idea who he was. What neither of them knows is that the marriage was never really about debt at all. Somewhere in a twenty two year old trust document lies a secret involving Eleanor’s late mother, a debt Vivian Cole has spent decades trying to repay, and a masked stranger at a gala four years ago that neither Eleanor nor Damian has ever fully forgotten, even if only one of them is starting to remember why. As a hostile board member circles for blood, a fire burns through everything Eleanor’s family built, and a rival who refuses to let go watches for the first crack in the marriage’s cold facade, Eleanor and Damian must decide whether the contract they signed to survive each other might be the only thing standing between them and the truth that could destroy them both. Some marriages are arranged. This one was inevitable.