He rejected me for being human. Now he's paying me a million dollars a day to stay. When I married Alpha Kael Silver, I thought our fated mate bond would be enough. I was wrong. To him, I was just a weak, worthless, human beneath him. For two years, I endured his coldness, his contempt, and his affection for another woman, all while trying to be the perfect Luna. But my mother fell ill, and I finally woke up. I asked for a divorce and instead, he offered me a deal: one hundred days as his fake wife for the Lunar Gathering. One million dollars per day. After that, I'd be free. I agreed because my mother needs me, and I need the money. But Kael doesn't believe I've changed. He thinks this is just another scheme to manipulate him. He's convinced I'll come crawling back, begging him not to let me go when the hundred days are over. He's wrong. Because this time, I'm not the only one paying attention. His best friend sees what Kael won’t see in me and with each passing day, my cold alpha husband is starting to realize he might lose more than just his contract Luna. He might lose his fated mate forever.
"What's that smell?" My wolf, Storm's, voice is sudden and loud, making my head throb. As soon as he speaks, the most incredible scent I’ve ever known hits my nose, sending my senses into overdrive. It's a blend of strawberries and cinnamon, instantly drawing me forward, my feet moving of their own accord. As I weave through the crowd, the smell intensifies, and suddenly, everything happens so fast that my head spins. A scent like that can only mean one thing... I’ve found my mate. The realization crashes over me just as she steps out of the packhouse, leaving me breathless. "Fuck, no!" Alpha Nicholas is 28, mateless, and has no intention of changing that. This year, it’s his turn to host the annual Blue Moon Ball, and the last thing his wolf expects is to find his mate. What shocks him even more is discovering that his mate is 10 years younger than him—and he can’t deny the way his body reacts to her. While he tries to resist the truth of their bond, his world is thrown into chaos when his guards capture two she-wolves running through his territory. Bonnie has spent her life being broken down and abused by the people closest to her, including her own twin sister. Together with her best friend, Lilly, they hatch a plan to escape during the biggest ball of the year, hosted by another pack. But when things don’t go as planned, both girls are left feeling lost and uncertain about their futures. Once they are brought to Alpha Nicholas, he finds himself once again facing his mate and discovers that she's hiding secrets that will make him want to kill more than one person. Can Nicholas stop fighting with his wolf and accept a mate much younger than him? Will Bonnie want him after already feeling the sting of his unofficial rejection? Can they both let go of the past and move forward together, or will fate have other plans, keeping them apart?
She loved her ex-husband for seven years, but desperately find that he had been unfaithful for four years. She quit her job, broke off the engagement and become stunningly beautiful. She thought her life had turned a new page—until the city’s most reserved nobleman began appearing around her, quietly stepping into her life. She had no idea he’d secretly loved her for a decade. Bound by strict family rules, he’d watched her give herself to an unworthy man, never daring to cross the line—until she left. Then he pursued her relentlessly. When her ex returned begging for reconciliation, ML abandoned his restraint. Pressing her against the door, he traced a mark on her waist, his voice rough: “Don’t look at him. I’ll go mad.” A decade of hidden love—now he can no longer hide his feelings.
Aria Thorne was born into a pack where she was treated like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood - a wolf who could not shift, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken." Her only chance at escape? An arranged marriage to a fallen and crippled Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh. Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he’s a shadow of his former self, crippled and discarded by the very pack he had once led and bled for. Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha, his brother, forced him to mate with a StillBlood. He considered her as nothing more than one more curse. However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha. Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?
On the night that was meant to celebrate three years of vows, I walked into our chamber and found my husband tangled in the sheets—with his brother’s widow. Shock scalded my lungs; their laughter scalded worse. “Wolfless trash,” they sneered, turning my own marriage bed into a courtroom. Their plan was simple: brand me unfit, lock me away, and divide the Aurorawisp Pack—my birthright—between them. I ran barefoot through corridors I once called home, heart drumming two words: escape, revenge. At the edge of the territory, under a moon sharp enough to cut glass, I met the one man no wolf dares challenge—Alpha Ethan, sovereign of the northern wilds, power rolling off him like winter smoke. “Alpha,” I breathed, cheeks flaming, “will you help me end this marriage?” A slow, sovereign smile. “I can dissolve bonds, Madam…but I collect a price.” I lifted my chin, voice trembling. “I won’t pay with my body. I can offer coin—” “Keep your gold,” he said, gaze pinning me like a specimen of starlight. “I want one year. You at my side, my name on your lips, my mark on your wrist—contract Luna, nothing more, nothing less.” The night air crackled. One signature, and I’d trade a traitor’s ring for a tyrant’s collar. Yet if power is currency, perhaps the most dangerous ally is exactly the weapon I need. I extended my hand. “One year, Alpha. When the contract burns out, I walk free.” His fingers closed over mine—warm steel. “One year, Luna. Then we both decide what freedom means.”
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.
