She never thought the seven-year marriage curse would happen to her. The moment she caught her husband cheating, she made him sign the divorce papers and walked away without looking back. Just as she was ready to rebuild her career, the powerful CEO who stood at the top of the business world entered her life with overwhelming confidence. In an empty conference room, he trapped her between the table and his strong arms, his deep voice filled with temptation. “Miss, before we discuss business, shouldn’t we settle an old debt first?” “What debt?” she asked, her ears turning red. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her skin. “You saved my life when we were young. I planned to repay that debt…” He placed a contract before her and smiled. “Will you sign this, Miss? I’ll spend my lifetime making you mine.”
In her past life, she was framed by her scumbag ex and stepsister, destroyed in reputation, abandoned by everyone, and died with endless resentment. Reborn, she kicked the scumbag away and married a cold, paranoid, disabled tycoon. Everyone thought she would be tortured to death within three months. But the tycoon doted on her like a princess, fiercely protecting her and cruelly defeating those who wronged her. The world sneered: “He’s in a wheelchair all year—he can’t possibly make her happy.” The tycoon stood up gracefully: “Who said I can’t?” She secretly rubbed her waist, begging softly: “Honey, can I take a day off tonight…”
Willow Thornecrest stood outside the Moon Bond Registry for the third time, waiting to register her marriage to Alpha Heir Seth Fenrath. For the third time, he never came. Instead, he was with another woman. After seven years of loving Seth, defending him, and believing every promise he made, Willow finally realized the truth. No matter how much she gave him, she would never be his first choice. So she stopped waiting. Rather than calling her fiancé, Willow made a call that shook the werewolf world. "Alpha Marcellan, would you be interested in stealing another Alpha's Luna?" The powerful Alpha on the other end of the line was silent for a moment before replying, "I don't steal what's already mine." Everyone knew Alpha Randon Marcellan. Untouchable ruler of one of the strongest packs. The feared Alpha whose name alone could silence a room. A man who never broke a promise. What nobody knew was why such a powerful Alpha suddenly agreed to marry a woman abandoned by another man. While Willow quietly ended her engagement and prepared to start over, Seth remained confident she would always come back. She had loved him for years. How could she leave? Then the woman who’d chased him walked in standing beside another Alpha. The woman who had waited for him was wearing another man's mark. And the marriage certificate he thought would always belong to him bore a different name. Suddenly, he wanted her back. He dropped the excuses. Dropped the pride. And even abandoned the woman he’d chosen over Willow. "Willow," he said, voice desperate, "come back to me." She smiled and slipped her hand into Alpha Marcellan's. "Sorry. You should have arrived three promises ago." Now, one Alpha fights to reclaim the Luna lost and another refuses to let her go. Willow has to decide: does love deserve a second chance or do some regrets deserve to last forever?
“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…
** Warning: mature content ** Copyright 2026 Brenda Minnaard - Groen. All rights reserved. Cover Design by Zhandre Dex G. (MC Damon) No part of this publication may be reproduced. “If you kick me when I’m down, you better pray I don’t get up”. Athena is a little unorthodox. The odd one out. Which, in a world of werewolves, is saying something. Always wearing black, baggy clothes and her hair in a messy bun, she isn’t the epitome of femininity. Nor does she share the same interests of her female pack members. She used to be extremely close with the Alpha twins, Jake and Jerry, until they cast her aside like the flip of a switch at the age of 6. The entire pack followed suit, tormenting her on a daily basis. The once friendly, funny and sweet Athena turned into a loner with a grudge and trust issues. Her summers are spent in red runner pack, where she blossoms at the hands of her new best friends: the Alpha’s son Maxim, and the beta’s daughter Millie. For a long while, Athena’s only solace are her summers away from blood moon. Until her best friend Millie from red runner gets transferred as an exchange student to blood moon for the semester. Millie’s carefree and feisty nature, in combination with Athena’s protective instincts, are a recipe for disaster in a pack like blood moon. Especially for the pack outcast. Her beatings and bullying are taken up a notch, until she has been reduced to nothing but a shell of her actual self. Until she finds out that her father is cheating on her mother, that is. Her life starts to spiral, fast, and she finds her self-control slipping. She is no longer able to hide the wolf that she has successfully kept hidden for 11 years. Fleeing her pack and finding refuge at red runner, Athena begins to heal again. While her hatred for blood moon, especially Jake and Jerry, continues to grow, the twins come to find out that not everything turned out to be as it seemed when they started tormenting her. Is it too little, too late? While they now try to fight for her attention, so do the warlock prince and the Lycan prince, who have all taken an interest in the unconventional girl. But what happens when 2 dark, dangerous, and extremely handsome twins join the party? One is company, two is a crowd. So, what is six?
On a storm night, Kayla was stalked by a rogue and nearly lost her life. At the very moment she stood on the edge of death, her Alpha fiance, Frank, was busy celebrating his friend Macy's birthday. That was the night Kayla's heart finally died. The night before she was going to call the engagement off, Frank's uncle, Gideon, knocked on her door. Under the heavy moonlight, the man standing before Kayla was tall and intimidating. His dark gaze locked on her. "The Shadowfang Pack doesn't only have Frank. It has me. I'm here to honor the engagement." Gideon was the brutal Lycan King, a man feared by all. Half the she-wolves in Kingsford had spent years trying to win a single glance from him. But he alone knew the truth: deep in his heart lived the little girl he had loved for fifteen years. Through countless sleepless nights, he had envied his own nephew Frank. Envied him enough to go mad. Later, when Frank called, drunk and begging Kayla for another chance, Gideon was half-reclined in bed. His eyes turned lazy and molten as he looked at the girl beside him, the bite mark on her collarbone radiating silent intimacy. His voice was low and unhurried. "Nephew, why are you calling your aunt in the middle of the night?"
