On my wedding day, my husband Leander Vance's ex-girlfriend sent me a friend request. I ignored it, but she kept pushing—one request after another. "Hey, heard you're getting married today? Congrats! I'm not here to start drama, I just want to look out for you. "Did you know that when Leander got with you, we hadn't actually broken up? "We were just going through a rough patch back then. He still

Ryan, the Alpha of the Shadow Pack, once told her, "You are my fated Mate, guided by the Moon Goddess—I will protect you for a lifetime." The entire pack believed in this "first romance between a human and an Alpha in three hundred years"—and she almost did too. That was, until she caught him in his sordid act with Omega Lena. It turned out the "fated bond" of the werewolf clan was so cheap after

Sweet little 18-year-old ballerina Lotte has always been such a good girl. She's led a very sheltered existence, but all that changes one night when she catches the man of the house indulging in a little bit of private time. Lotte's body reacts in ways she doesn't understand, and she needs someone to teach her a few lessons about what it means to grow up. Psst... We can't tell you anymore here. Ta

I thought I was the happiest woman in the world... until I clicked on that video. The moment the screen lit up, my entire world came crashing down. The woman on the bed was Calista - that girl who grew up with us since we were kids. And that hand caressing her skin was wearing the wedding ring I had personally put on Matteo's finger. "I've missed you so much..." "You drive me crazy, baby..." T

I found the texts while charging his phone—proof my husband and best friend had been lying for months. Now I'm 31 weeks pregnant, alone, and planning a divorce. I've loved her since college graduation, watched her marry another man, build a family. When her world shattered, I was finally free to catch her. His calloused hand brushed my cheek as I sobbed, 'Let me fix this.' I leaned into his touc

I've always been a freak—an orphan who hears voices and shifts into a wolf. Then I smelled him: lemongrass and rain, and my world shattered. One gas station collision, and suddenly I'm fainting into the arms of my 'mate.' He calls me his soulmate, but Braden Hunter is everything I should hate. Alpha of the pack that destroyed my family, son of the man who murdered my father. "Your bloodline make

Hannah: "He thinks this is just a transaction." My hands shake as I slide the $700 across the desk—payment for Nikolai Ivanov to be my fake boyfriend, to make Jeff stop following me home. But when his calloused fingers brush mine, something flickers in those icy blue eyes that isn't in the contract. Nikolai: I don't do favors. Especially not for girls who wear oversized sweaters to hide their cur

The Ashford Group went bankrupt, and all the executives ended up in prison. My father, loyal to old friendships, had pulled strings to save two sons from the Ashford family. But to make it work, he decided they needed to marry into our family instead of the other way around. I got to choose first, and I picked Damien Ashford—the Ashford family heir, a financial genius who'd been confined to a whee

I found him in bed with my sister the morning our mate bond formed. The betrayal cut deeper than any blade, driving me from the pack I called home. "You're nothing without me, Dallas," Nico sneered as I fled, unaware I carried a secret that would shake the kingdom. Six months later, I return as an Elder's Squad Captain, ready to expose their lies. But two pairs of intense eyes lock onto mine acr

My fingers still burn from where his skin brushed mine—alpha fire against omega ice. Kane Wilder thinks he can claim me with a growl and a scarred hand, but he forgets: a wolf doesn't kneel twice. The cage fighting taught me to turn pain into power, but his amber eyes unravel me. When he pinned me against the library wall, his breath hot on my neck, I smelled regret beneath the dominance. "You

My name was Oliver Myers. In my past life, my wife, Megan Myers, overworked herself and suffered a sudden cerebral infarction, which took her life. By the time I rushed back from my business trip, Megan had already been sent into the cremation furnace. Grief consumed me. Before her body was even laid to rest, I was informed that Megan had transferred all the project funds of our company overseas r

After being missing for three years, my husband Ethan Vanderbilt was finally found. He returned home shamelessly with Zoe, a woman I didn’t know then. It turns out that my three years of loyalty and love meant nothing to him. He took sides with Zoe, and insisted that he owed her. He blamed everything on me, including the miscarriage of their illegitimate child. But little did he know, that I h

By my daughter's hospital bed, I suddenly received a photo of my husband Victor Granger and the intern he was supervising in an intimate pose. I called him right away, but he paid no attention at all to my daughter's miserable moans in the hospital bed. "You just need to take good care of Belle," he said. Later, when our daughter's condition became critical, he only sent a message: "I have to tak

Grace never expected her babysitting job to land her in Dominic Powers' orbit—until their fingers brushed retrieving Ruby’s rubber duck, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re fired if you ever enter my room again,” he’d growled, yet his thigh pressed against hers at his birthday party told another story. “Do you desire me, Grace?” His whisper seared her ear. “Yes.” The word escaped before she

I was banished for being an omega—kicked out like trash by the pack I called family. Now I'm a rogue, running from everything I've ever known, when two alphas save me from certain death. Their scent alone makes my wolf purr... but they're twins. Two alphas. My mates. "How can we be mated to a rogue?" His words cut deeper than any blade, sending me fleeing from the palace with tears burning my chee

A month before our wedding, I got caught in a fire. My face was destroyed. Vincent Laurent lost it. He fired every single servant in the house and immediately got me into the best reconstructive surgery hospital in the city. I was stuck in bed recovering when I overheard him talking to my plastic surgeon. They didn't know I was awake. "Ms. Collins's scars can definitely be fixed," the doctor said.

During a business trip, I fell ill with a severe fever and tried calling my fiancé over a hundred times before he finally answered. He used to be sweet and caring. However, this time he simply advised me to use a cold compress and ended the call abruptly. Upon returning home, I discovered a thick, curly black hair on my toothbrush. "Babe, your hair’s naturally curly. It’s normal for one to fall o

Dad picked out two fiancés—one for me, one for my stepsister. One was the glamorous heir to the elite, always basking in the spotlight. The other was a child he had raised under his own roof, grooming him to be the perfect successor—in both business and marriage. But right before the wedding, the glamorous heir got into a freak accident and fell into a coma. My stepsister, meant to marry him, refu

Elena Brooks thought her marriage was a transaction—until the pregnancy test and Lucas’s betrayal shattered her world. Three years as Aurora’s "blood bank" ended in a hospital hallway, her baby lost, her heart broken. Divorce papers signed, she returned to the Brooks mansion, ready for revenge. Then Jason Campbell walked into her life—charming, mysterious, her new "employee." Their first meeting

Alfred, cursed to remain a wolf unless he finds his mate by thirty, scents vanilla and peach amid a rogue attack—his fated mate, Vanessa, beaten and tied to a tree. Her mute suffering mirrors his silent curse; his touch sparks life in her emaciated body. As he nurses her scars, silver poison and her parents' cruelty threaten her survival. "You're safe now," he whispers, but her flinch reveals year

Seven years into our marriage, I ran into my so-called wife-obsessed husband Samuel Gray during a prenatal checkup. But that day, he showed up with the girl he grew up with, Macy Bowman. She was getting a prenatal exam too. While waiting for her results, he casually picked up a bottle of abortion pills at the counter. Then he told his assistant to find a chance to drop them into my water. The assi

I’d spent eighteen years as a prisoner in my own palace—until the night I climbed down that bedsheet rope, my heart pounding louder than the guards’ distant footsteps. The bakery smelled of cinnamon and something sweeter: freedom. Then he walked in. His eyes locked on mine, and I swear my blood turned to fire. "You’re not from around here, princess." His voice was the same one from my dreams. I’

At my fiancé's party, we played the "Open Your Eyes Challenge." Simple rule: open your eyes when someone sparked your interest. My timing matched almost perfectly with my fiancé's so-called "girl-bro." Someone teased, "Olivia Wilson, you don't actually like Elijah Williams, do you?" She mocked a shudder, then threw her arms around me. "Bro, I only like girls—I'm a lesbian. Amelia Garcia and I have

A year before I was supposed to marry the eldest son of the Sutton family, Graham Sutton, I got into a car accident and never walked again. Zach Sutton, the second son, stepped in and offered to marry me instead. He treated me like I was made of glass. In the third year of our marriage, I went to the rehab center and overheard his doctor say, “You caused that crash just so Sierra Moore could marry

Layla: Two years running from vampires, my parents' blood still warm on my memory when the white wolf cornered me. "You're mine," his voice echoed in my head, claws grazing my thigh as I climbed that tree. Now he's my mate—Bentley, alpha werewolf with a secret: I'm not just human. Enchanseon, witch, whatever. All I know is his hands burn through my shirt when he catches me mid-teleport, our minds

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an un

Liana: I shouldn’t have pushed open that bathroom door at 3 a.m., but the sound of his groans—my name on his lips—pulled me in. There he was, my stepbrother Killian, naked and trembling, and when his eyes met mine, something shifted forever. Killian: I tried to resist her. For years, I fought the bond that screamed she was mine—my fated mate, too young, too forbidden. But that night in the kitch

When I, Ava Wilson, was 18, I got stabbed three times trying to save James Carter from a fight. And I spent half a year in the hospital and missed my SAT. At 20, I worked three jobs a day just to pay for James's tuition—no breaks, no rest. At 24, I was pregnant but still running around, drinking with clients to land him a deal. And it caused a miscarriage, and I couldn't get pregnant again. Back t

I've never been the kind of woman to tiptoe around the truth. So when a flirty message from some random girl flashed across my boyfriend's phone—my doctor boyfriend's phone—I didn't hesitate for a second. I shoved the screen under his nose and demanded an explanation. Edward Jackson froze. For a long moment, he just stared at the message as if he could will it to disappear. Then, finally, he said

In my past life, the jewelry brand I co-founded with my three childhood friends soared to global fame. And my love for Samwell Harris was a lifetime devotion. Reborn on the day I was trapped in that fire, fear didn't consume me. I knew he would come for me. I watched him running through the flames. I reached out, ready to pick up where we had left off. But he didn't stop. He ran straight past me,