Henry Bishop is an Alpha who has yet to meet his mate. He hoped his mate would be Kennedy, the oldest daughter of his ally. However, she was mated to his brother. Then, he thought he might be mated to the next oldest Hill, Wendy. However, in the last year, she has slowly moved away from him, preferring to spend time with the students at the Warrior Academy her brother attends. After years of waiting and hoping to find his fated mate, Henry has given up and decided to take a chosen mate. As a thirty-three-year-old man and Alpha, it’s time for him to settle down and start a family. After spending months in his mother’s previous pack, he’s decided on his chosen mate, Justine. She’s young enough to give him pups but mature enough to be the Luna that his pack needs. Piper Conley is a student at the Warrior Academy. As an Alpha female who hadn’t met her mate, she decided to apply to the Academy so she could make her own way in the world. Piper has a fiery personality, no filter on her mouth, and she’s passionate about the people in her life she cares about, including her current romantic partner, Zach. When Henry comes to the Academy to sign an alliance agreement with Yorick and his new mate, he unexpectedly comes across his fated mate, Piper. What will happen now that Henry has found his fated mate after agreeing to take a chosen mate? Can Henry accept that Piper is a very different kind of mate than he was expecting? Is Piper willing to give up her dreams of becoming an elite warrior to become Henry’s Luna? Will Henry choose Piper over Justine? Find out in Book Four of the Pack Series.
The moment she returned home, she discovered the man she had secretly loved for years was about to marry the very person who had tormented her. Heartbroken, she fled—only to collide with her ex, the wild and reckless CEO everyone in the city whispered about. Memories of high school came rushing back—hot summer nights, an empty gym, a stolen, tender kiss. At eighteen, he had once held her hand and murmured, “You’re so good… I like you.” She had only smiled, dismissed it, and left for five years abroad. Now, face to face again, she thought he had forgotten. She tried to walk away—but he grabbed her hand, a sly grin in his dark eyes: “After all this time… why not give me one more chance?” Countless nights followed, their bodies and hearts entangled. He became her medicine, her craving, her chaos. She thought it would be nothing more than a fleeting passion—until the day she tried to leave. His gaze burned like fire, hands gripping her waist, voice raw and urgent: “Stay with me… marry me, will you?”
At a gathering, someone asked my fiancé, “If she weren’t here, would you get back with your ex?” After a brief silence, he answered, “Yes.” All eyes turned to me, waiting for a scene. Instead, I smiled—and started clapping. “If you can’t let her go, I’ll step aside,” I said lightly. Then I canceled the engagement and walked away without looking back. He thought I was just being dramatic. Certain I loved him too much to ever leave, certain I would never give up being his wife. But this time, I didn’t come back. Later, at my wedding— to his cold, untouchable lawyer uncle— he showed up like a madman, eyes bloodshot. “Come with me. Let’s run away.” Before I could speak, a hand pulled me close. “Try that again,” the man beside me said coldly, “and you won’t like what happens next.”
She had been secretly in love with him for three years. They had kept a hidden relationship for three years. But one day, she heard a shocking truth from her best friend: he was already in a relationship with someone else. She finally realized she had only been a stand-in all along. To claim her father’s inheritance, she agreed to a blind date. But by mistake, she sat at the wrong table. “I’ll marry you,” she said calmly. “One year later, we end the engagement.” The man opposite her raised an eyebrow. “Fine. But why wait? We can register the marriage now.” Later, her ex saw the ring on her hand and regretted it. He grabbed her wrist with red eyes. “Let’s get back together, please.” Before she could respond, a hand wrapped around her waist from behind. A cold voice sounded: “So you want to be a homewrecker?” He glanced at her ex. “Sorry, you’re holding my wife’s hand.” “And if you don’t let go… I might break it.” Only then did the ex realize—she was now his rival’s wife.
“You like your holes getting wrecked by our c*cks at the same time, right?” Axel growled at the same time he hit that spot, one that made me dizzy with intense pleasure and made me moan around his brother’s c*ck. Ashley has always known hell at the hands of her triplet stepbrothers. Her mother’s affair with their mother drove her to her death and they’re determined to make her life a living hell. And that, they did to the maximum. Until they realize that they all share a fated mate and she’s no one other than Ashley. She rejects them and now, they must fight tooth and nail to prove themselves to her as worthy of her forgiveness and love. This is a dark romance with bully themes and with HEA.
She had loved him silently for eight years. She had been married to him for three years. Yet her so-called husband did not even know what she looked like. When she saw the divorce agreement in front of her, she only smiled. She wiped away all her tears and left alone with the child in her womb. But then something changed. The man who once refused to look at her began appearing everywhere she went. He protected her, stood up for her, and even drove away every man who came near her. “I’ve had enough,” she said coldly. “Get lost.” The man suddenly dropped to one knee and kissed the back of her hand. His eyes were completely fixed on her. “Baby… let’s get married.” She let out a faint laugh. “Ex-husband and ex-wife getting married?” “That’s called remarriage.”
