"I, Alec Tawr of Lunar Crest pack, reject you, Elara Wildewood, of Lunar Crest pack," he utters, his voice cutting through the silence. The words sear into my soul, and my heart shatters, broken pieces scattering within me. The pain consumes me, wrapping its icy tendrils around my spirit. “Why?” I ask, letting out a painful cry as my knees give away and I collapse to the floor. Does he think that I agreed to marry Prince Magnus willingly? That I don’t wish to be with him? “Why?” I repeat. He blinks and I see him shiver as he clenches his jaw. “Just accept the rejection, El. Make it stop,” he says, his voice sharp and hard. I allow myself to cry, letting the tears cascade down my cheeks until I’m a sobbing mess. “I can’t. I want you.” He clutches his chest and I hate to see him hurting. “It’s not possible. Please accept the rejection.” And so I do it. “I, Elara Wildewood of Lunar Crest pack, accept your rejection.” ---- Elara Wildewood knows her life is doomed when she is forced to step in as the substitute bride for Magnus Blackwell, the disabled and cruel Prince of Caelondor. After she is rejected by her mate, she has no choice but to accept her fate. However, after she's wed, she finds out that the truth is not as it seems and the grand palace of Caelondor holds a lot more intrigue and secrecy than she anticipated earlier. Trapped in a web or lies and deception, Elara decides to take control of her life and trains to become stronger. As she gains the admiration of her court, she also attracts the Prince attention's who will stop at nothing to keep her safe.

Years ago, Evelyn Sinclair watched her parents' love story unravel into heartbreak after a tragedy that shattered their family and left her once-idolised vision of love in ruins. Since then, she’s kept her distance, even keeping her boyfriend away from her parents, and she’s managed to keep it that way — until a family health scare calls her back home. She reluctantly moves in, leaving her boyfriend less than thrilled…especially with the return of Jude Hamilton, her first love from highschool and next-door neighbour. But Jude isn’t just an old flame — he’s closer to her family than she’d like. Just as she’s settling back into her hometown, her boyfriend arrives, demanding introductions and putting her heart in a whirlwind. As old feelings reignite, Evelyn finds herself at a crossroads: between the shaky future she’s built and the home, and the love she thought she’d left behind. Will she stay with the life she's created, or dare to rekindle what was lost? Snippet: I hate it. I hate how stunning he’s become, how that same face once held promises I thought would last forever. How I had all of it—and gave it up. “Evie,” he mutters finally, his voice cold, detached. His lips tighten into a line. “Figures you’d show up.” I flinch at his tone, but he doesn’t care. “Jude,” I whisper, a weak attempt at acknowledgment. He tilts his head, his jaw tightening. “Save it,” he snaps. “I’m not here for you.” My breath hitches, and tears prick the corners of my eyes before I can stop them. He notices. Of course, he does. His eyes soften, just for a second—a blink—and then it’s gone. With a careless sigh, his shoulders sag. He walks past me, brushing my shoulder with a featherlight touch, and I’m left frozen in the doorway, trying to hold myself together as his presence pulls everything I’ve been suppressing to the surface. “Jude!” Mom’s voice breaks the tension as she moves toward him. “Sorry, Mrs. Sinclair,” he says, his voice manly, heavier. “I just got off work and thought I’d drop by.” A lie, I think to myself. He’s here to torment me. To rub it in my face how he has moved on with a woman who can ride a bike. To show his beautiful face to me up close, as the cruelest f*ck you, to make me choke on the ruins of what I lost. “Now that you’ve come, stay for dinner. Evie’s home after a long time. Didn’t you recognise her?” Recognise? I don’t know how I managed to hold back a laugh. So that means Mom had no clue what was going on under her nose all those years ago, or she’s pretending to be oblivious. Jude’s glance barely shifts to me, detached, as if he’s looking at a stranger. “Yeah,” he says flatly. “I did.” ***

Camilla walks into my study, and the air shifts. She's a distraction I can't afford, but fuck if I can resist her. Her fingers trace the edge of my desk, her eyes locked onto mine. "What are you doing, Camilla?" I growl, my control already fraying. She's a walking temptation, and she knows it. She smirks, her voice a sultry whisper, already undoing me. "Pushing your buttons, Zeke. Seeing how far I can go before you snap." My control falters. I spin her around, pressing her against the desk. My hands roam over her body, and I can feel her submitting. "You want this?" I ask, my voice a low growl. "You want to see the beast you're unleashing?" *** Camilla Dawson never expected to see the sinfully hot stranger she once hooked up with in a public washroom ever again. But fate—or rather, a father she never knew existed—has other plans. Now, she's bound and delivered as payment for a debt, straight into the hands of none other than Zeke Russell—the ruthless kingpin who always gets what he wants. Zeke built his empire on power and control, and he never takes no for an answer. Business or pleasure, the rules are his. It’s been years, but he’s never forgotten the woman who left him wanting more. Now, with Camilla thrust into his world as a replacement for his promised bride, everything spirals into chaos. She was never supposed to matter. Yet somehow, she’s slipping past his defenses, unearthing secrets he’s buried deep—and igniting a dangerous obsession. And when enemies close in, there’s nothing he won’t do to keep her. After all, what’s one more crime in the name of love?

"I'm not a little girl," I snap. "I'm twenty-five." "And I'm almost twice your age, Natalie," he says, almost like he's giving up. "But that didn't stop you from coming to me." In a second, he has me pinned against the wall. His hands trail up the sides of my body. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. *** On the brink of her second wedding anniversary, Natalie Jones finds her husband, Michael Cooper, embraced passionately with his mistress. Confronting him in a dimly lit restaurant, Nat exposes his scheme to marry her for her father's fortune and storms out. Ric Steward, on the other hand - billionaire and philanthropist - never expected his evening to ignite with scandal. When he sees Natalie-radiant, powerful, and on the edge of a breakdown-he's immediately captivated. Only for him to learn that she's the daughter of a longtime friend. But that doesn't stop Nat. It only makes her want Ric more...

I glare at him, fighting the urge to reach across the table and slap that smug look off his face. “What do you want from me?” His gaze intensifies, and he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I want you. Back in my life, back in my bed. Where you belong.” “Belong?” I spit the word out, my hands trembling with anger. “I’m not something you own, Rhys.” “It’s a start,” he says, his voice unwavering. “And I know you, Cassie. Deep down, you still feel the same way I do. You can’t deny it.” *** Rhys Sinclair had shattered Cassandra Howard's world six years ago, leaving her heartbroken and pregnant. He had abandoned her for his first love, severing all ties and leaving Cassie a devastated wreck. But Cassie had found the strength to move on. She had endured the harshness of life, raising her daughter, Evie, on her own with fierce determination and boundless love. Now, out of the blue, Rhys Sinclair had walked into the local diner where she worked, demanding a place back in her life. He had no idea that the daughter he had left behind even existed, his audacity slicing through her hard-earned peace like a knife. The sight of him brought a flood of memories—both sweet and bitter—crashing down, and she struggled to keep her composure as emotions she thought she'd buried long ago began to surface.

"You\'re an idiot," she whispered against his lips, smiling. "There\'s nothing more I want. Nothing less. I only want you. And if that means fighting against the world, I\'ll do it in a heartbeat–if you\'re by my side." *** The island of Bellpond is a welcoming place for tourists—and a home to werewolves. Vanessa Martin, a member of the Silver Crescent pack knows that Jordan Hale is the forbidden fruit—someone off limits. He belongs to the rival pack. And yet, she\'s attracted to him in ways she cannot explain. When a tragedy befalls him, Nessa wants to be there in some way to comfort him. She goes out of her way, ignoring all words of advice and warnings from her peers and her grandma and soon, a friendship blossoms between them. The smooth wheel rolling down breaks when they find a body washed up on the shore, and soon a couple more follow, piling up. Nessa and Jordan pair up, vowing to get to the bottom of this, but as they investigate more, they realise the matter is more sinister than they expected. Will they stop and expose those involved in these gruesome murders or fall down the rabbit hole trying to uncover the mystery?