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"Kyra caressed her growing belly—she was finally pregnant with her best friend Nathan's child after three years of marriage. But when she returned home with the happy news, her Alpha husband was on his knees, begging her to end their bond. ""Sophia is back,"" Nathan’s voice raw with guilt. ""My fated mate."" Heartbroken, Kyra agreed to dissolve their union, hiding her pregnancy to avoid burdening him. Yet when she tried to leave, Nathan refused to let go. ""Can't we at least stay friends?"" She wrenched her wrist free. ""You lost that right."" Nathan didn't understand these feelings until Kyra was gone and then he knew this wasn't just friendship. This was love. And he'd fight to get her back. Then he appeared—Kieran, Kyra's stepbrother and the infamous Alpha from Raven Shadow Pack. He kept her captive, craving every inch of her. ""We're siblings,""Kyra gasped. His teeth scraped the mating mark on her neck as he growled.""'Not by blood.Run from him all you want, little wolf. But you belong to me now."" Trapped between two impossible loves—where does Kyra truly belong?"

"You never know. Some find their Mate on their eighteenth birthday. You should listen to me and stop messing with unmated she-wolves," my mom said. My name is Keith Monroe, and I live in the Silvermoon Pack. In two days, I will turn eighteen and will be able to find my Mate. Sandy is my girlfriend for now. My mom says I should break up with her before I find my Mate, and I know she's right. I've tried to break up with her a few times, but Sandy always does something to make me change my mind, like today. I told her we should be friends yesterday, and she's in my room, s**king me off this morning. I know I sound like an a**hole, but you're only young once. Don't get me wrong, I want my Mate, but it's not set in stone that I will find her soon. It could take years. ************ "Mate," I heard him say, looking straight at me. Then, he stood up to come to me. I looked up and was shocked. "No," I said and ran out of there as fast as possible. How could my mate be the one person that has hated me for so long? He has made my life a living hell. Ebony is a werewolf from the Blood Moon Pack who has just turned sixteen. She and her mom live on the bad side of town. Keith is a werewolf from the Silver moon Pack. He will become Alpha on his eighteenth birthday, which is two days away. He is rich and popular. Ebony and Keith can't stand each other. Ebony hates Keith because he and his friends are always bullying her. Keith can't stand Ebony because he thinks that she is poor and weak. Things change on the night Keith turns eighteen and finds out that Ebony is his mate. Now he has to win her heart. Will he succeed in making her his? With not only the past bullying but also from others that will do anything to keep them apart. Is the mate bond as strong as everyone says? Let's find out!

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his c*ck sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.