Dark

"You're my mate?!" Tristian laughs as if this is some big joke. My heart aches and all I can do is coward under his glare. He looks at me like I'm nothing. The hatred in his eyes makes my eyes burn. "I-I'm sorry." I choke out and he only scoffs in disgust. My weak answer must make him hate me. "I-I didn't... I didn't mean to..." He cuts me off. "It doesn't matter. Dahlia will be my Luna. You're nothing to me." His next words cut through my heart. "I, Tristian Parker, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, reject you Daisy Summers as my mate and Luna." Pain runs through my body and I fall to my knees. Tears stream down my face while he just turns away without a care in the world. I expected this the moment I found out he was my mate. He was my twin sister's boyfriend and I was merely the lowest-ranking omega in the pack. "... I, Daisy Summers, accept your rejection..."

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, and spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

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?

Sandra has a new job in a new city and she’s trying to find her footing and escape her past. When her friend calls her in for help with some deliveries she thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to make some extra money. She doesn’t expect that she’ll be walking into a new adventure with three masked men who will sweep her off her feet and make her forget her old life. Midnight Embers is one of the hottest bands around. The masked singers of the group are known for their exploits with the people who flock to their concerts. Desperate to get a taste of their darkness and to learn more about the men behind the masks. King, Demon, and Lover value their privacy and secrets. Secrets that the world isn't ready to know about, like the fact that they’re not human and never have been. When Sandra stumbles onto the shoot of their latest video, she has no idea that it will change her life. That she’ll belong to them in a way that she never thought possible. She’ll be their girl, their plaything, their toy. Giving them just what they need while remembering what it means to be wanted and desired. But what happens when the mask is ripped off and her past comes calling? Will Sandra still belong to the band or will she just be another groupie, tossed to the side after the fun is over.

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…”

Alpha Vorian gets everything he wants. Women swoon, money flows, and his charm is lethal. But beneath the surface lies a darker truth by night, he's an elite assassin, flawless and feared, a man who never misses his mark. Kavira has spent her life in the shadows. Forced to live outside the pack her brother rules as Alpha, she’s carved her own path one that’s built on loyalty, survival, and righting wrongs. Alongside her tight-knit crew, she reclaims what was stolen and returns it to its rightful owners. When a powerful enemy paints a target on Kavira’s back, her world spirals. And the assassin hired to take her out? Alpha Vorian himself. But fate has other plans. Because the moment he finds her, he realizes the thief he’s meant to kill… is his mate. Will Vorian follow through with the job? Or will he defy everything he’s ever known to protect the one woman he was never supposed to love?

Elena tried to get out of his grip but he was too heavy for her. “I am married.” She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet.

I just crashed my car in the middle of nowhere. Luckily for me, someone showed up to save me. Unluckily for me, that person is a runaway criminal. Daniil Vlasov. He’s six and a half feet of blue-eyed broodiness. He won’t tell me a single thing about who he is or what he’s doing out here. But it doesn’t take a genius to realize this man screams danger. I do the only thing I can do: play along. That’s how I end up as his fake fiancé. That’s how I end up camping in the woods on a fake honeymoon. That’s how I end up in his arms—experiencing something that is extremely NOT fake, if you know what I mean. And then, in the morning… He’s gone. Or so I thought. But ten years later, there he is again: my husband for a night. And—although he doesn’t know it yet… The father of our baby.

"I want all of it," I rasp. "I want you to destroy me so completely that when you finally walk away, there's nothing left to salvage. Because maybe then I'll finally stop feeling like I'm drowning every time you're in the same room." My hand slides back down, flattening over her belly. "And maybe," I murmur softly, "maybe when you're done breaking me, you'll realize you like the pieces you find underneath." … I’ve hated Hayden Wolfe since high school. He made my life hell. When I’m suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage with him, I’m convinced I’ve hit rock bottom. He needs a wife to secure his position in his family’s billion-dollar empire. I need my father’s company to survive. Neither of us had a choice. Now we’re the perfect couple in public, and sworn enemies behind closed doors. And my new goal? Make Hayden Wolfe beg for a divorce. What started as late-night screaming matches explodes into hate filled kisses and touches that leaves me burning. Do I still hate him with every fiber of my being? Or am I already hopelessly, shamefully addicted to the man I promised to destroy? Warning: Mature content, intense bickering, mentions of dark themes such as psychological trauma, violence and emotional distress.

"Ophelia gave her heart to Alexander, only to watch him rip it apart. Betrayed, accused of crimes she never committed, and abandoned for another woman, she lost everything—her husband, her child, her family's legacy. Then, when she thought the pain couldn't cut deeper, death took her, leaving behind nothing but regret and seething hatred. But fate grants her a second chance. Reborn years before her downfall, Ophelia is no longer the naive woman who once begged for love. This time, she won't be a victim. She will take back her family's company, expose Wren's deceit, and ensure Alexander Harvey suffers as she did. However, something is different. The cold, ruthless man she once loved is…kind. Patient. Protective. The husband who once tossed her aside now gazes at her with devotion, as if she is his entire world. Is it all another cruel trick? Or did fate not just rewind time—but rewrite their destiny? Ophelia has vowed to never love him again. But what if, in this life, Alexander is the one chasing her? Tags: Rebirth, revenge, betrayed wife, redemption, obsessive love, second chances, enemies to lovers."