Warning 18+ "You want me to fuck you, I know it" "As much as you don't like me, you are my mate and you can't deny me" I stood up behind her, one hand holding her hip, and leaned down, my breath ragged against her neck, my voice husky. "I'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. You won't feel the pain of correction like you did today... only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring." Mated to the cold-hearted Alpha
“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?
Every girl at the age of eighteen, if left unmated, is volunteered for the Alphas Hunt. Hazel is no exception and also the only one who sees it not as a chance to find a strong Alpha to take care of her, but rather as a ceremony that strips you of your free will and sends you out into the woods to be hunted like a deer. If she is claimed she will be his. If she is not, she will return in shame and be shunned from her pack. Hazel knows the ways of the Alphas, being the daughter of a Beta, but what she doesn't count on is the presence of the Lycan King. The leader of all is participating in his first-ever hunt, and she is his prey. ***Warning: This book contains a LOT of mature content such as strong language, explicit s*x scenes, physical and mental abuse, BDSM, etc.***
“I,reject my mate." In the second month after my eighteenth birthday, my mate rejected me before everyone. I left the Pack in disgrace, carrying the scars of mockery and a past filled with bullying. Just when I thought my life would descend into darkness, everything changed after I met a kind Luna and Alpha…… I became a formidable warrior, leading my unit to reclaim my mother's pack, and ultimately rose as a powerful female Alpha. Now, my former mate—the Alpha heir of Silverwing—has finally cast aside all duty and chains, striving with all his might to embrace me. Should I give him a second chance?
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.”
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.
