Sereya Valtore was born a daughter of power and raised as a weapon of legacy. When her family's influence begins to crumble, her father arranges a political marriage to Kaelen Dravik, heir of a rival mafia dynasty. It's a peace treaty disguised as a wedding. But on the day she says "I do," her father is murdered in front of her eyes. Now trapped in enemy territory and surrounded by men who either want to use her or eliminate her, Sereya must navigate a web of loyalty, lies, and bloodlines. Everyone is a suspect including Kaelen. Kaelen Dravik has spent his life being shaped into the perfect heir: strategic, lethal, and emotionally impenetrable. But Sereya is a complication he didn't expect. She's sharp, proud, and refuses to be claimed yet somehow, she becomes the one truth in a world he no longer trusts. As tension in the house builds and war whispers from the shadows, Sereya begins to uncover secrets her father died with including a betrayal that might lead directly to Kaelen. And when the truth finally comes to light, she'll have to decide: does love forgive the unforgivable? Or is vengeance the only vow that matters?
"You're giving me to him?"
I asked quietly as if whispering could dull the blade of betrayal already slicing through my chest.
My Father didn't answer right away.
He poured a generous measure of brandy into his crystal glass. The soft sound of ice against cut glass filled the silence like a slow, deliberate countdown.
"It's not giving," he said at last, without looking at me. "It's strategy."
I stayed barefoot on the cold marble, wrapped in silk that had been picked for softness, not for war. "You're marrying me to Kaelen Dravik. The son of the man who tried to erase our name from history."
"Yes."
"That's all you have to say?"
He turned now, brandy in one hand, the weight of our name in the other. "If I don't do this, there won't be a name left to protect."
I gave a hollow laugh that didn't feel like mine. "So I'm the solution. A bandage with a heartbeat."
"You're the key."
"I'm your daughter."
He looked at me then. Looked. But I saw it the calculation still in his eyes. It was never going to be just me and him again. Not now. Not after this.
"You're both," he said. "You're Sereya Valtore. Born with duty in your veins. Born with the weight of survival."
"You used to tell me I mattered."
"You do."
"You told me I was more than a name."
"You are."
I shook my head. "Don't say those things now. Not when you're trading me like gold on the losing side of a war."
He didn't flinch. He simply set the glass down and walked over to me. His steps were slow but sure. I could feel the age in his bones. I could feel the exhaustion in his breath.
"If there were another way," he said, "I would take it. But the Draviks control everything we don't. The ports. The banks. The borders. We are bleeding, Sereya. This alliance stops the blood."
"You're not protecting me. You're protecting your legacy."
He didn't speak. But his silence said yes.
"Kaelen is not his father," he said after a pause. "I've met him. There's something in him. Not soft. Not weak. But possibly... reasonable."
"I don't want reasonable," I said, my voice low and sharp. "I want out."
"You don't get out," he replied. "You were born into this. That means you die in it or learn to rule what remains."
I stared at him this man who had raised me taught me how to fight, how to lie, how to carry a blade beneath the silk.
And I realized something I never wanted to believe.
He loved me.
But not more than the Valtore name.
The bells rang at dusk.
Not for celebration. Not for joy. They rang like a countdown to something that couldn't be undone.
The ballroom shimmered with gold and glass and danger. Beneath the chandeliers, the empire smiled. Guests whispered over champagne. Musicians played something soft enough to hide the tension in every corner.
Kaelen stood beside me, silent and composed. We hadn't spoken since the ceremony. His eyes stayed on the room not on me, not on the music, not on the cake carved with our initials.
He scanned faces. Measured hands. Mapped exits.
Like this wasn't a wedding.
Like it was a trap.
"Our guests seem pleased," I said, voice flat.
He didn't answer right away. Just moved his gaze to the far archway where another set of guards stood posted.
"They're waiting for one of us to slip," he said.
"And when we do?"
"They'll feast."
I stared at the rim of my glass, resisting the urge to crush it in my palm. "You always speak in riddles?"
"I speak in what matters."
"A simple 'thank you for marrying me under duress' would've worked."
He looked at me then, just for a moment. His expression didn't shift. But there was something behind his eyes. Something I couldn't read.
"You didn't have a choice," he said.
"You did."
He gave no response. Just turned his head again and watched the room.
Lord Teravon approached, reeking of arrogance and spiced wine. "My lady," he said, bowing too low. "You outshine your name this evening."
"Careful, Lord Teravon," I replied. "You might cut yourself if you reach too close."
He laughed as if I hadn't meant it. Then wandered off, forgetting I was more blade than bride.
Kaelen stood like a statue beside me, unmoved.
"This is the part where you tell me I handled that well," I muttered.
"I would," he said, "if I thought you cared."
"I don't."
"Then you handled it perfectly."
I turned my face toward him, unsure if I was supposed to laugh or slap him.
Before I could decide, the music cut off.
Someone shouted.
I felt the change before I saw it. Like the room exhaled all at once.
Then the first shot rang out.
Panic exploded. Screams rose as chairs toppled. Glass shattered. Guards flooded the room. My heart slammed against my ribs.
Kaelen grabbed my arm. "Down."
I didn't drop. I turned.
Across the room, my father stood near the far exit. Confused. Alone.
I took a step forward.
Then came the second shot.
His chest tore open in red. He stumbled.
I ran.
Everything blurred. I reached him, dropped to my knees, and pulled him into my lap. His blood soaked through my dress.
His eyes found mine, wild and pleading.
"Sereya..." he said, voice broken.
"I'm here," I whispered. "Don't leave. Just stay."
His lips moved again. No sound followed.
Then his hand slid from mine.
And he was gone.
The world became noisy and silent all at once. I heard everything and nothing. I felt glass in my knees and weight in my chest.
Someone screamed. Someone fell. I didn't care.
A grip seized my shoulder.
"We have to go," Kaelen said.
"This is your fault."
He didn't react. "No. But if we stay, they'll make you next."
I looked down at my father.
At the man who made me choose loyalty over freedom.
At the man who believed this marriage was safe.
And then I let Kaelen pull me away.
Outside, the night was colder than it should've been.
The car doors opened. I climbed in, shaking. My hands were slick with blood that didn't belong to me. My dress clung like skin.
Kaelen sat across from me. Still silent. Still composed.
I stared at him.
"Say something."
He didn't move.
"Say something."
"I didn't make the hit."
"I don't care what you didn't do," I said. "He's dead. And I married you while his blood hit the marble."
"You think I planned this?"
"You're a Dravik. That's reason enough."
"If it was me," he said, "I wouldn't have missed. You wouldn't be sitting here."
It wasn't the threat that chilled me.
It was the truth.
"Is that supposed to make me feel safe?"
"No. It's to tell you this wasn't about your father."
"Then what was it about?"
"You."
The word hit harder than the bullet.
"What?"
"They left you alive. That means this wasn't about a hit. It was about a message. And they sent it loud."
I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady the tremor inside it. "I'm not interested in theories. My father is dead."
"You want revenge?"
"No," I said. "I want the truth."
"Then we're on the same side."
I laughed, bitter and aching. "There is no side. There's just survival."
Kaelen leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Then let's start there."
Selene Blackwood was the perfect Luna, loyal, obedient, and devoted to her Alpha and her pack. Until the day she was stripped, branded, and executed as a traitor... all at the command of the mate who once swore to protect her: Alpha Kael. Betrayed by her best friend. Condemned by her people. Cast into the cursed forest to die alone. Selene's end should have been final. But death isn't the end when the Moon Goddess intervenes. Resurrected five years in the past and burned with the memory of betrayal, Selene awakens in her younger body, with her knowledge intact and her rage sharpened to a blade. She's no longer the soft Luna desperate for affection. She is reborn as a weapon. This time, she's not begging Kael to choose her. She's going to destroy everything he chose instead. Kael, unaware of what he's lost, or what's coming feels the shift. The mate bond he once discarded begins to torment him. The sweet, submissive Selene he knew was gone. And the woman who's returned is colder, smarter, and utterly beyond his control. To survive this time, she'll need more than vengeance. She'll need allies, including Lucian Thorne the cunning rival Alpha who offers protection with one hand... and maybe war with the other. The mate bond can't be broken. But it can be weaponized. And Selene intends to strike first.
Emery Caldwell has only two priorities: her two-year-old son, Noah, and staying safe from the demons of her past. Once manipulated by Caleb, her son's charming but dangerous father, Emery rebuilt her life with walls no one could scale. Her job in crisis media management keeps her surrounded by the damage she can contain. But when Rhyland Ward moves into her high-security building, guarded, enigmatic tech mogul with his dark past the walls begin to crack. Sparks fly, but Emery has no intention of letting romance into her fragile world. To secure an investment Rhyland proposes a fake engagement to Emery. As public figures, visibility could be their shield. Together, they perform a life of luxury, intimacy, and stability all for the camera. But behind closed doors, they navigate trauma, trust, and simmering attraction. Emery is terrified of loving, of losing, of needing someone again. That is until Caleb resurfaces with a threat. One photo. One message. And Noah is gone. Rhyland doesn't hesitate. He mobilizes resources, burns bridges, and joins Emery in the hunt. When they recover Noah, it's clear: this isn't over. Caleb isn't working alone. Someone bigger, more connected, is playing a long game and they've marked Emery's family as targets. But the deeper they go into the ruse, the more real it feels. Rhyland becomes Noah's protector. Emery becomes his sanctuary. And the lies they tell the world become the truths they hide from each other. Meanwhile, the threat evolves. A symbol appears. Then a second. Clues point to something beyond Caleb, a shadow network with ties to Rhyland's early business dealings. As enemies close in, secrets unravel. Emery must decide if she can forgive Rhyland's past, even while her own catches up. Rhyland chooses between control and vulnerability because love isn't a tech problem he can solve. It's a risk he has to take. In the end, survival won't be enough. They'll have to choose each other.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.