REJECTING THE VAMPIRE PRINCE

Xander Laven is the Alpha every pack fears-ruthless, commanding, and impossible to defy. He came to the gathering to find a submissive Luna to bear his heir. Instead, he found *her*. Chayse Vega is a fire-blooded Delta who'd rather fight than flirt. She never wanted a mate, especially not the arrogant, domineering Alpha Laven. Their first encounter explodes into a battle of wills-he's possessive and demanding, she's defiant and untamable. The mate bond burns between them, but can two wolves this stubborn survive each other?

My fated mate looked me in the eyes and rejected me in front of the entire pack. Then they threw me out like trash. I thought being left for dead in rogue territory was the worst that could happen. I was wrong. The rogues dragged me to their prison island and delivered me straight to him-their ruthless Alpha. He wants me as his mate. I refuse. So now I'm his captive. His possession. Locked away in his fortress while he waits for me to break. But he doesn't know who he's dealing with. I survived my pack's betrayal. I'll survive him too.

Amelia has never stood out for much, but one strange night changes everything. After a string of unlucky events, she crosses paths with a secret society hidden in plain sight - a world ruled by werewolves. What begins as confusion quickly turns into chaos when she's taken to the clan's sacred mating ball, an ancient ceremony where every wolf claims their destined partner. Amelia doesn't belong there. She isn't one of them. Yet when the moon rises and the names are called, hers is among them. Claimed by an Alpha feared by his own kind, Amelia is thrust into a world dominated by instinct and desire a world that she fails understand. Escape seems impossible, and surrender might be even more dangerous.

Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

Everyone in town knew Amelia had chased Jaxton for years, even etching his initials on her skin. When malicious rumors swarmed, he merely straightened his cuff links and ordered her to kneel before the woman he truly loved. Seething with realization, she slammed her engagement ring down on his desk and walked away. Not long after, she whispered "I do" to a billionaire, their wedding post crashing every feed. Panic cracked Jaxton. "She's using you to spite me," he spat. The billionaire just smiled. "Being her sword is my honor."

Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.