(Daily Updates) “Go, chase your past, Ronan. I’m done being second choice.” **** Evelyn risked everything for her mate, Ronan—her future, her ambition, her freedom, even her gift for him. And he repays her with five years of cold, distant marriage. Ronan never touches her, never shows her love, always consumed by Pack duties. But when his long-lost lover returns, everything shifts. Ronan abandons her, choosing her rival over his mate at every turn. Fed up and done being the second option, Evelyn takes a bold step—she plans to unbind him, to divorce. Ronan isn’t letting go. He’s furious, possessive, and dangerously determined. And just when Evelyn thinks she can’t fight alone… his Alpha steps in. Can Evelyn reclaim her life and awaken her inner wolf—or will Ronan’s possessive fury and Pack politics trap her forever?
Her fiancé betrayed her, forcing her into marrying the man who had assaulted her. During her escape, she accidentally crashed a wedding. There, the local mafia boss approached her and said, “Marry me, and I’ll protect you.” Desperate, she agreed to a one-year contract, thinking it was temporary. A year later, he had her pinned against the wall, saying, “You were my wife for one day—you’ll always be mine. Trying to run? Too late.”
Born without a wolf. Erased from existence. Locked in a tower. Forgotten by the world. Rejected by her fated mate. Verity Valcaryn has known nothing but silence and shadows. Hidden in a tower her entire life, she was cast aside by her royal family for being wolf-less — an embarrassment, a secret twin no one was meant to know. On her 18th birthday, she escapes and is mistaken for her sister, Felicity and marked by a prince she doesn’t know. But when her identity is revealed, her own blood condemns her as a witch. She is thrown into the cursed Darklands to die. Only, she doesn’t die. Three years later, she returns. Now, she is The Silent Luna — Queen of Rogues, bearer of cursed magic, and chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, reborn with a wolf of darkness, forbidden magic, and a hunger for vengeance. But love wasn’t part of her plan. Fate throws her into the hands of Cassian, King of Lunaris, a man grieving a lost mate — who may just be her second chance As kingdoms crumble and betrayal runs deep, Verity must decide… Will she save the realm that destroyed her? Or burn it to the ground?
Ten million dollars. Her price tag. An open marriage contract deal. "The credit limit increase is generous," the lawyer said. "From one million to ten million annually." "What if I change my mind?" "Then you lose the children," the lawyer said, matter-of-factly. "Without family money or independent income, custody battles become very difficult." After eighteen years as the devoted wife of billionaire Daniel Harrison, Emma faces a heart-wrenching ultimatum: sign a $10 million open marriage contract or lose custody of her three children. Shattered by Daniel’s cold betrayal and his affair with his calculating personal assistant, Natalie, Emma’s perfect world unravels. Seeking solace, she finds an unexpected ally in Robert Langley—Natalie’s betrayed husband in her open marriage, a powerful businessman and devoted father whose quiet strength ignites a forbidden passion neither of them can resist. As their connection deepens, Emma must choose—cling to the wealth and stability her children depend on or risk everything for a love that could redeem her heart. When betrayal collides with desire, will Emma choose safety or a second chance at a life she never dared to dream of?
Blurb: "Is this bitch dead yet?" My dear sister grabbed my hair, staring at my face—smashed to a pulp by her. Convinced I’d stopped breathing, they tossed my broken body into the warehouse—but only my brother secretly hid me away. Unexpectedly, my father found out I was still alive and led a pack of wolves to surround my hiding place. "Hand her over! She’s nothing but A SPECK OF DUST!" my sister ranted outside the door. Rage burned in my chest, yet gravely injured, I could only lie there, helpless to resist. "WHO DARES TO HURT MY MATE?" A deep voice boomed suddenly. Two burly Alphas appeared abruptly. "We’re late, OUR LUNA." They knelt by the bedside, their voices gentle beyond belief —Wait, did they mean “me” when they said "their luna"?
Yeah, no question now. My bastard boyfriend dragged me out here for a vacation, and while I'm out grabbing beer, he's banging some chick on our bed. I can hear everything—rhythmic skin slapping against skin, her over-the-top moans that sound more like a dying animal than passion, and—oh, fuck me—the worst part? The grating sound of what's gotta be her teeth scraping against peni... well, you know. Lorenzo's voice drips with lust, "Ever since I hit you up on that app last month, Lily, I've been hooked. Those bra pics you sent? They set me on fire. You're always teasing, never showing the whole thing. I can't even see your nipples..." My heart sinks straight to the fucking floor. That app. The one I saw pop up on his phone last month. The one he swore was just "an old account" he forgot to delete. Bullshit. My brain reels. 'So this is why Lorenzo picked this miserable town for a getaway,' I think, a sick realization dawning. His skanky online hookup with probable STDs lives here. 'Never thought talking shit about me could be foreplay for a couple.' I raise my fist and slam it against the door, hard enough that splinters of damp wood scatter onto the ratty carpet. "Honey, I'm home!" I call out.
