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"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you."His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up."Not knowing you already belong to me."I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat.He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, and spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is...And then, his voice turns lethal."From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please."The words hit me like a heart attack."Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me."He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine."I own you."
The Lycan King’s Mark
As soon as my brother Nickolai died in a parachuting accident, my husband, Alpha Tobias, moved his widow, Vanessa, and her son, Noah, into our packhouse. He said Noah shouldn’t feel displaced, and that Vanessa needed support. But I knew the truth. He’s always wanted her. And now that Nickolai’s gone, it’s only a matter of time before he takes her to his bed, the same bed that should have been mine for the past three years. He was never in love with me. Our marriage was a convenient shield, something to keep the elders quiet, to fend off his arranged fiancée, and to keep his former beta’s wife, Vanessa, safely out of scandal’s reach. He just forgot one thing: Me, the only real casualty in his game. I stood there, just out of view, watching Vanessa and Tobias, preoccupied with dressing up as some picture-perfect little family with their pirate prince and their matching smiles that Halloween night. And at that moment, they didn’t look like a borrowed family. That’s when it clicked. I was done. Done pretending I was okay with that. I wouldn’t wait for the finalization of the rejection. I wouldn’t wait for permission, confrontation, or some dramatic explosion where I finally got to scream all the words I’d bottled up for three years. I didn’t need to burn the house down. I just needed to leave it. Quietly, cleanly, for good. And when he finds me again, I’ll already belong to someone else—the Lycan King, who calls me his.
Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
“I would protect my mate,” Kael snarled, his eyes bleeding into the dark amber of his wolf as he faced the throne. “From anyone. Including you.” Elara is a lowly healer in the Silver Stone Pack, treated as an outcast and forced to survive in the shadows until a chance encounter with a deadly shadow bear changes everything. Kael is a cold, lethal Prince of the Shifters, a "grumpy" royal who never expected his fated mate to be a runaway healer with a heart of gold and a past full of secrets. When Kael is sent to hunt a female, he finds Elara, the one woman who dares to challenge his iron-willed authority. As they are forced into close quarters, the sparks between Elara’s sunshine and Kael’s storm become undeniable. But with pack betrayals and a royal father standing in their way, their bond is a death sentence. Will Kael defy his crown to claim his mate, or will the shadows of Elara’s past consume them both?
Rejected by my mate, Claimed by Alpha Ryder
“I, Julius Armstrong, reject Doris Charles as my mate.”The laughter came right after.This was the second time my mate rejected me because I cannot talk. In the pack, they call me dumb not because I am stupid, but because I am mute.When I turned eighteen, my first mate rejected me for that reason.Today, it was the Gamma.He is twenty-one, the same age as the Alpha and Beta. This was his third rejection. The first girl was too fat, the second was too short and now, I was dumb.I never wanted to attend the mating ceremony. I knew how it would end, but my stepmother forced me to go, and my stepsisters came just to watch me get mocked again.The next day, wolves who had found their mates returned to officially claim them before the Alpha and pack leaders. I went only because I was forced, just to stand there and watch my stepsister get chosen.Then something happened that no one expected.The Alpha claimed me as his mate in front of everyone.Was I shocked? Yes.Did I believe him? No.Did I think it was a cruel joke? Absolutely.Because no Alpha would choose a rejected, mute girl like me.
Claimed By My Enemy Alpha
“Even the stench of death is cleaner than the stink of this bond,” he snarled. “I’d rather bite off my own tongue than speak the word ‘mate’ with you in mind.” His eyes scorched through me, full of revulsion so sharp it stripped the air from my lungs. I swallowed hard, the shame clinging to my throat like thorns. “Tonight. I, Troy Ryker, Alpha of the Wolfspire Pack, reject you.” •°• Kiana thought she'd found her hero, the one destined to stand by her side forever, until Troy shattered that illusion with a single sentence. Left to pick up the pieces of her soul, she swore never to bow to him again. But now, years later, Alpha Troy is back. And he wants something from her. Why does his touch still set her blood on fire? Why does his gaze linger like he regrets letting her go? And why, despite everything, does her heart still betray her? He needs her for a mission that could save his pack. She knows getting involved is dangerous. Because if she gives in—if she lets him back in even for a second, he’ll ruin her all over again. Worse, if he ever uncovers the secret she’s been keeping, it won’t just destroy him, it will destroy them both. But what happens when his hands on her body feel like home? When his mouth whispers filthy promises she aches to believe? And when the fire between them burns hotter than the rage she’s clung to for so long? As enemies close in and the past threatens to consume them, one question remains: Will she risk everything for the Alpha who once broke her or walk away before he can do it again? °•° This is a dark, adult story crafted for readers 18 and over. Expect graphic violence, mature themes, and explicit content. Please proceed with care.
Mom, Don't Cry! Here comes a new Daddy!
After seven years of marriage, I catch my husband in bed with our direct supervisor. When I confront him, Jessica says I’m nothing more than a substitute, a stand-in for her. Dustin only ever married me to move on from her… As if that isn’t devastating enough, I remember our house is only in his name. And now he wants custody of our child. But Dustin doesn’t know the woman he married. He can have the house, he can take my job. Hell, he can even have Jessica for all I care. But if he thinks he can take my son away, then he has another thing coming. I thought Jake would be sad, cry even, when he finds out his dad and I are getting a divorce. But my five-year old is even better than me. To help me get over that scum of a man, he uses his influencer account to plan an entire cruise trip with my best friend. Their goal? To find him a new Daddy!
Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies
You ever wonder how your life can change so drastically in a matter of minutes? I once thought that I had the best life. I was surrounded by friends who protected me, a mother who loved me with all she had, and all the happiness in the world. All of that changed the day my mom announced that she was getting married. To a member of the Inferno Demons motorcycle club. It wasn't that I didn't like the club, or my stepfather. In fact, I was the reason that they had met in the first place. It was what came after that shocked my world. I thought being step-siblings with one of the people I was closest to would be the best thing to ever happen to me, but it was the exact opposite. Overnight my life changed. My five biggest protectors and closest friends started shutting me out. I was ignored, forgotten, and pushed aside. But I never said a thing. I just took it all, hoping that things would go back to normal. Maybe they grew sick of me. Maybe I just didn't fit in with this biker lifestyle. I was growing accustomed to my new life, sort of, when things changed again. A father that I knew nothing about, haven't seen since I was too young to remember had suddenly popped into my life. He was a stranger. Granted, he tried to visit me while he fought my mom for custody of me. I wish I had known that he had a snowball's chance in hell of winning that custody battle. I was promised I'd get to come home to see my mom. I was promised that my being forced to leave wasn't the end. I was promised that two years would fly by, and I might even have a little fun. I was promised a lot of things. And all of them ended up empty. Nobody cared. Nobody checked on me. Nobody called, texted, visited. Not that they would have been allowed to. My sperm donor (as I like to call him), had lied. Straight threw his teeth. To all of us. Me, my mom, the judge, everyone. And he got away with it. For over a year I endured pain and abuse. I was beaten into submission. I was turned into someone that wasn't me. When I escaped the first time, I finally realized why no one had checked up on me. I thought that my mom would have been riddled with guilt, but... that wasn't the case. The lies my stepsister spread about me had gotten worse after I was forced to leave. Everyone took her side, including my mom. Of course, I was found again. Or rather, given back to avoid more drama. My own mother handed me back to the man who was responsible for the black eye I had, the welts on my back, the... nightmares that I had. She handed me over like I was an object, and that was when I realized that there was no hope left for me. That was the day that the first crack formed in my heart. Despite all that I had been through, I still thought I had people who loved me. I thought I had five protectors who were waiting for me, I thought I had a mother who would have given her life for me, I thought that I had somewhere safe to go. But it was all a lie. I had been looking at life through rose-colored glasses, and now they were officially off. That crack spread slowly, oh, so slowly, but it was there. It started. It was too late. I had officially given up, but not in the docile sense. No, if anything, I became more of a problem. And that was what I wanted; to be a problem for everyone. Until I met him. For once, the noise in my head was quiet, the pain in my chest eased the slightest, and for the briefest of moments, I felt safe. He made me realize that's what I had been craving. Safety. And he handed it to me on a silver platter. I should have chucked those rose-colored glasses the moment I took them off instead of holding onto them with the last sliver of hope I possessed. Maybe I would have saw the signs sooner. Maybe I would have picked up on the lies before that ring was on my finger. Maybe I could have avoided another disappointment in my life. But that would be too easy. That would be too nice. That would be... apparently, not what I deserve. However, I was not going down this time. I was done being made a fool. I was done being abused. I was done being forced. So, I took one last shot. Just one more. If I died because of it, so be it, but if I survived... If I could really get far enough away... I could live. I could really live. I could start over. I could be free. But freedom always comes at a cost. I should have known I would be caught. I shouldn't have let five years of freedom get to my head. I should have been more careful. Because now I'm found again, but this time it wasn't my sperm donor who had found me, or my husband, or my mother. It was Karma, the president of the Inferno's Demons MC, the boy who used to wipe my tears and bandaged me up when I scrapped my knees, and he looked pissed to see me. Why did Karma have to steal me away from my quiet life? Is he going to send me back to my sperm donor and husband? Does he know what I've been through? Do any of them even care? And why is he so pissed about a promise that they broke first?
Moonlight In Chains
**TRIGGER WARNING** Book contains attempted sexual assault, references to sexual assault, assault, and explicit sex scenes. As soon as I walked inside my house, I went into the living room to see my father, my mother, and my older brother standing there waiting for me. All of them with their arms crossed and pursed lips. Instantly, my stomach leapt into my chest, knowing what was in store for me just by coming home to these people. So, I opened the door to the basement, and when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw the chains hanging from the ceiling, causing my breath to hitch in my throat and butterflies to rise in my stomach. Just another day in the house of horrors for me. Perhaps one day I will be saved, but I don't see it happening anytime soon. Not if they have anything to say about it.
Made To Be Broken - The Boston Hawks Hockey Series
Marcus Langway, known as the Demolition Man, the right winger, and Enforcer for the Boston Hawks. Bloodthirsty and one to never back down from a fight, he earned the name that their fans scream from the stands. He has one rule, just one that he lives by, on and off the ice, don’t get emotionally involved.