Golden Queen's Books
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Mated to the Possessive Alpha Brothers
Liana stood torn, hidden amidst a whirlwind of conflicting emotions surging within her. Her body trembled under Aiden's sensual touch, every cell in her igniting. He approached her with confident steps, his piercing gaze tracing the quiver of her lips and the blush blooming on her cheeks. In a low, gravelly whisper, he murmured, "Does my brother make you feel this way? Does he awaken this fire in you?" Liana hummed, unable to form a coherent word. She was fully aware of the sin lurking in her response, yet she couldn't resist those hands that seemed to summon the deepest parts of her. "Aiden... we shouldn't... we mustn't!" she whispered, her trembling hands pressing against his chest, caught in the balance between desire and fear. A glint sparked in his eyes, as though savoring her struggle to resist, only to surrender. He drew closer until his warm breath brushed her skin. Her fingers curled around his shirt, holding him in place, unwilling to let him retreat. He chuckled softly and murmured, "You're greedy, my beautiful one. This passion... doesn't it make you crave more?" Words lodged in her throat, and all she could do was let her head rest against his shoulder, drowning in the euphoria of the moment. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her neck before pressing a searing kiss to her skin. Then, with a deliberate yet gentle bite, he marked her, as if declaring her his. But just as passion reached its peak, an angry voice shattered the silence of the room. "Aiden! Step away from her!" Aaron's voice, laden with fury and protectiveness, sliced through the intimacy like a blade. Aiden turned slowly, a smug smile curling on his lips. In a defiant tone, he murmured, "She's my mate too, you know."
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You Can't Run! My Beautiful Bride.
Suddenly, she stopped at a news channel. The anchor was speaking seriously about breaking news. "Max Holden, the millionaire and well-known businessman..." Before she could finish the sentence, Max's image appeared on the screen. Amelia froze in place, her eyes widening in disbelieving shock. "Max...?" she whispered, her heart pounding fiercely. She stared at the image more closely, and as the details became clearer, the shock intensified. "Charles..." she uttered the name with trembling lips. She couldn't control her trembling hands, and she almost dropped the pillow from her grasp. Charles, the man she had loved so deeply, was none other than Max Holden, the groom she had fled from on their wedding day. He was the man she had believed she knew well, but he had deceived her with a different guise.