In a strive for a lady in her late twenties to find her "perfect match", Emily is faced with a centrifugal tendency of her being mated with an alpha against her will . Emily deciding not to battle "fate", gave in to the desires of the Iqbal
In a strive for a lady in her late twenties to find her "perfect match", Emily is faced with a centrifugal tendency of her being mated with an alpha against her will . Emily deciding not to battle "fate", gave in to the desires of the Iqbal
"I want to see you at the spyflower hotel, this afternoon. Don't delay, if you don't want to provoke me!"
That was the content of the messages that just buzzed Emily's phone one sunny afternoon. She looked at it and sighed. It wasn't the first time she had gotten such a message. They do come before and she blocks them, but each time she blocks the sender, he switches to another line. She changed her number once because of this, but the messages kept coming to her new line as well, bothering the tranquil life of Emily Hart.
The next day, she went out with her friends to drink and while they chatted, she got another message.
"You disobeyed me yesterday and I spared you. Now I want you to come stand up from that chair and dance for me."
She was terrified at this new message. There were a lot of people in the bar with their friends. She wondered if this was a prank from a person who knew her.
The song playing in the bar suddenly changed to Emily's best song and immediately, another message came in.
"Dance to it! It is your favourite. I'm watching!"
Emily turned around to see if there was any suspicious looking person around, but it was just her and her friends.
"What's it Emily? You look troubled," Augusta inquired. Augusta was a model too and often hung out with Emily.
"There's nothing wrong. I just thought I saw someone I knew," Emily lied.
She wanted to reply the message and warn the sender to stop, but her phone showed her that the sender doesn't support replies. She sighed and put her phone back.
Emily's friends stood up for a dance and Emily stayed back on her seat, with her mind made up to not dance to her favourite song that day.
As her friends danced, she sat back on her chair and thought deeply. A waiter came across and asked if she needed wine. She didn't reply, but gave the waiter a glass instead and the waiter filled it up.
Emily drank from the cup and within three minutes, started feeling dizzy. She looked around and it felt like everything was twirling and she could barely stay balanced. She felt like she was going to fall off from the chair she sat.
A last message came to her phone, but her head wasn't clear to read it. She decided to close her eyes and wait for the dizziness to ease out.
The next moment she opened her eyes, she found herself in a room, with her hands tied to a bed.
Her trouser had been to taken off and her and her legs wide spread and held by some masculine arm.
A man was on the bed with her, sniffing in between her legs. She shrieked and kicked at him. It was almost like she had kicked a bolder that wouldn't bulge.
"Get off me!" Emily yelled.
He ignored her, his face still buried in between her legs, sniffing up close to under her pants.
"Get off me!" Emily yelled again.
Finally, the man raised his head and she saw his face. His eyes were red and fierce looking, but there was a smile on his face. His canine were twice longer and sharper than a dog's.
With that smile, he said to her, "the smell that I have been waiting for. My unsullied mate!"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?
My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.
Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"
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