In a world where power is currency and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Ramona never expected to become a pawn in a deadly game between supernatural forces. After being captured by Killian, a ruthless Mafia King and Alpha Werewolf, she is thrust into a dangerous realm where dominance rules and secrets can kill. She wants revenge for her father's murder-but when the truth starts unraveling, she realizes nothing is as it seems. In this world of wolves, witches, and war, power is never freely given. It's taken. And the cost? Everything.
"Please-please don't cut off my
hand!"
The desperate plea echoed through the dark chamber, bouncing off the cold stone walls. The scent of damp earth
and blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. The torches lining the walls
flickered weakly, casting long, jagged shadows across the room.
In the center, kneeling on the rough
ground, was a man drenched in sweat. His body trembled violently, his wrists
bound behind his back with thick iron cuffs. His eyes, wide with terror, darted
around the room, searching for mercy in faces that held none. He knew he was in big trouble, and there was no way he would come out of it alive.
He had been starved for days, without food or water. He swallowed
hard, trying to wet his dry throat as he stared up at the silhouette of the
monster before him. The devil, as they would call him.
A heavy silence followed. A deafing silence, one which could make you wonder, what was gonna happen next.
Then, his voice came....
A low, amused chuckle.
Deep.
Cold.
Menacing.
The shadowed figure leaned forward,
elbows resting on his knees, fingers clasped together in a relaxed manner. The light which was dim, adding more tension to the scenery, caught the ink sprawled across his arms-dark tattoos winding up his
biceps, disappearing into the rolled sleeves of his shirt. His broad shoulders,
sculpted with raw power, gave him an almost godlike pres
Alpha Killian.
The devil himself. That's what he liked to be called.
The traitor's breath hitched as he tried again, his voice breaking. "Please, I swear by the Moon Goddess, I did try! I did! I..." His desperate pleas, were cut short by a chuckle, this one darker, mocking, showing non-chalance.
"You want me to spare you?"
Killian's voice was deep, rough, filled with a quiet kind of malice. He tilted his head slightly, watching the man shake.
Pathetic. That's what he thought about the fucking traitor. The fool thought, he could betray his pack, and walk away freely, and now, here he was begging for his life.
The traitor nodded frantically. "I
promise, Alpha. I'll do anything. I'll go back, I'll get the intel. Just please, spare me". He pleaded, crying bitterly.
Killian exhaled, sitting back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on the man before him. He wasn't in a rush. He
enjoyed watching his prey squirm, relished the taste of their fear.
It was intoxicating. It satisfies him when they begged for mercy, it made him feel like a god, and he was one, both in the human realm, and in the supernatural realm.
"I sent you on a mission, to our rival pack," he mused, his voice calm, deliberate. "A mission that required nothing but stealth, precision, and loyalty."
The kneeling man shuddered, his head bent in shame.
"And yet..." Killian leaned
forward again, his lips curling into something that wasn't quite a smile. "You went there and spent the night in some filthy brothel with cheap
whores. And now..." His voice dropped to a near whisper, lethal and laced with venom. "You expect me to believe you were doing your job?. Do you know how many of my men I lost, because your foolish actions on giving us the wrong intel?" Killian asked, fisting his hands, like he was about to throw a punch.
"I...I wasn't thinking, Alpha..." He replied, sniffing like a child.
"Hmmm....That much is clear" Killian replied, uninterested.
The room fell silent again. The only sound was the soft crackling of the torches. The other pack warriors stood in a
rigid line along the walls, their expressions void of sympathy.
They knew better.
There was no redemption for a betrayer!
Only death, was the punishment, befitting for one.
Killian stood, his movements slow, calculated. He licked his lips, and looked anywhere else, but at the coward kneeling before him.
The man flinched at the sheer size of him, the way his muscles
tensed beneath his black shirt, the deadly grace in his stance.
A sharp glint of steel caught the light.
The traitor's eyes widened in horror as he recognized the weapon in Killian's grip, a gleaming blade, curved and
wickedly sharp. He knew, it was time.
"N-no, please, Alpha-please, I
swear". He yelled at the top of his voice, crying bitterly.
Killian exhaled, tilting his head as if considering his plea, smirked, and then, with a ghost of a smirk, he spoke the words that sealed the man's fate.
He crouched down to the man's level, and whispered "Swearing by the Moon Goddess means nothing when you have no honor."
And then...
A scream.
A sickening, wet sound of flesh parting beneath cold metal. Blood splattered across the stone floor. The traitor's cry of agony ripped through the chamber, raw and unfiltered. His severed hand dropped to the ground with a dull thud.
Killian wiped the blade clean against the man's hair, watching him writhe.
He felt nothing, than pleasure, watching as the blood dripped down the man's hand.
Turning to his warriors, he spoke, his voice firm, emotionless.
"Let this serve as a reminder to
all." He met their gazes, unyielding. "Betrayal is met with
punishment. Failure is met with consequences."
Then, his cold eyes returned to the bleeding, sobbing mess at his feet.
"Dispose him." And just like that, the Devil walked
away.
Caroline Alexander had finally escaped her abusive billionaire husband-only to watch him marry her own cousin. Betrayed, broken, and penniless, she vowed revenge. But before she could act, a bullet ended her life. Or so she thought. In the afterlife, the gods offer her a deal: thirty days back in the world of the living. But not as herself. Caroline wakes up in the body of a wealthy heiress-one who has spent the last twenty years in a coma, surrounded by enemies who want her dead. With only a month to settle two scores-her own and the heiress'-Caroline must navigate a web of deception, power, and deadly secrets. But as the clock ticks down, one question remains: Can she get her revenge before her borrowed time runs out?
Seven years ago, Layla ruled. The Queen Bee of university life, she toyed with hearts-until Roman. He was supposed to be just another conquest, the quiet engineering student who didn't care about her games. But when she made him fall, she never expected to fall harder. Then everything shattered. Layla left him broken, and just days later, his little sister died alone. Now, Roman is no longer the bookish boy she knew-he's a ruthless billionaire, powerful, untouchable... and out for revenge. When Layla, drowning in debt and desperation, seeks his help, he offers her a deal: five years as his. His to command. His to break. She refuses. Roman smirks. Then you're not desperate enough yet. But when she has no other choice, Layla signs away her freedom, stepping into a game of obsession, pain, and something far more dangerous-old desires that refuse to die. He swore he'd ruin her. She swore she'd never love him again. But the past has secrets, and when they surface, neither will ever be the same. In a battle of love and vengeance, the heart is the deadliest weapon of all.
Rocco Montenegro is Spain's most feared mafia lord-ruthless, untouchable, and merciless. The boy who once knew warmth and friendship died alongside his mother's screams, leaving only a man built from shadows and vengeance. He trusts no one. He loves no one. Sienna Wilson has spent her life searching for answers. Her mother left home one evening and never returned, leaving her trapped in the child care system, alone and forgotten. The only piece of her past that remains is a hazy memory of Rocco, the boy who once made her laugh-the only person who ever felt like home. When fate brings her into Rocco's world again-as his personal chef-she expects to find her childhood friend. Instead, she meets a man who is cold, cruel, and terrifying. A man who insults her, tests her, and pushes her to the edge. But despite his arrogance, despite his lethal reputation, she refuses to be afraid. She doesn't know the truth. She doesn't know that Rocco's father is the reason her mother never came home. And Rocco? He swore never to let her get close. But the past has a way of creeping in, and the more she fights him, the more he remembers. She was never meant to be in his world. He was never meant to want her. But some destinies cannot be rewritten-no matter how deadly the cost.
Rita Devilroke loved Leandro Riquel with everything she had. He swore to give her the world, but when love wasn't enough, he left. No warning. No goodbye. Just gone. Three years later, he returns as a billionaire, ruthless and untouchable. Rita, still clawing her way through life, refuses to be a chapter in his redemption story. But Leandro didn't come back to apologize, he came back to claim her. This time, she's the one with the power to break him
I once believed I understood love, passion, and longing, until I met him. He turned my world on its axis, making me the object of his obsession while he became the embodiment of my deepest transgression. I became his devoted lover; he became my salvation. He commanded me with unyielding intensity, and I, in turn, surrendered completely to his will.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Angus Smith is the most powerful president who controls the national economy, while Tammy Wood is a seriously disfigured lady who was exiled by her family. However, she had been loving him for over 15 years since she met him at the age of 5. Thus when he proposed a marriage, she was so happy that she expected a new life. However, the truth was that their marriage was totally a plot. Upon the truth being revealed, Tammy was almost torn to pieces and escaped from him with their baby. Four years later, she was stopped by Angus as soon as she came back. It seems that Angus has regretted what he had done. So he just holds Tammy in arms tightly and decides to love her forever and ever!
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.