Wife of Alessandro de luca

He was bred for war. Caged like a beast. Until she walked in. Aria is no one-just a servant girl hiding in plain sight, disguised as a boy to survive the ruthless world of wolves who see human women as nothing but prey. But when she discovers the kingdom's most dangerous secret-a feral lycan locked in chains, his power feared even by kings-everything changes. He sees through her disguise. Smells her fear. And craves her fire. When Aria risks everything to help him escape, he doesn't thank her. He takes her. Claimed her as his mate with a single, searing bite and mated with her, unleashing a storm of power that could bring the entire kingdom to its knees. Now they're on the run, hunted by an alpha who will burn the world to get his weapon back. But the real war is just beginning-and this time, the beast isn't the one in chains.

Kael's been alone on this island for what felt like an enternity. The endless blue waters,the scorching sun, suffocating silence... it was a never ending torment. He had lost count of the days, the weeks, the months, maybe even years, since he'd been stranded on this desolate island. The isolation was a torment, a constant reminder of his solitude. But there was one night, every month, when his loneliness became almost unbearable, the full moon night. It was the night when the beast within him stirred, when the primal urges he'd tried to suppress for so long finally broke free. Kael's body would contort, his muscles twisting, his senses heightening as he transformed into a creature driven by instinct and raw power. The full moon night was a double-edged sword, a liberation from his human constraints, yet a reminder of the monster he harbored within. And as the moon began to rise, casting an eerie glow over the island, Kael felt the familiar stirrings of his beast, straining to be unleashed. But then, he saw her. Princess farah. A vision of loveliness, with skin as pale as the sand and hair as black as the night. She was a fleeting glimpse of perfection,a whispered promise of salvation. He watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't dare approach her, didn't dare breath a word. he was a ghost,a shadow, a monster. And yet,he couldn't tear his eyes away. he was captivated by her beauty,her laughter,her joy. His mate In that moment, he knew he'd do anything to make her his. Anything...

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

Scarlett's first run-in with Shane ended with his bullet ripping through her chest. He'd crashed her mission and never blinked. Whispers claimed Shane's fiancée was a pampered porcelain doll. Even her adoring brothers warned, "Our little Scarlett is delicate. Don't bully her." On the field, Shane was ice-cold, ranking people only as winners or losers. Yet that iron officer learned to bend, curling an arm around Scarlett's waist and asking, "Come home with me, honey?" Outsiders said she lucked out. That Shane was way out of her league. He just scoffed. Destiny wove together the paths of two equals. At nights, he knelt and murmured, "I love you."

Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"

After a heated confrontation with her husband and mistress, Brianna was pushed down to stairs. She thought she would die but when she woke up again, she realized that she traveled back two years ago, when it was not late for her to correct her path. The first thing she needed to do when she was reborn was divorce that scum. She saved from the darkest time but he lied to her and murdered her in the end. This time, she would not repeat the same mistakes anymore. She would bring the glory of her family back and make those people who betrayed her pay the price! However, in the process of climbing up to the peak of her career, she met a very intimidating and handsome man who kept on messing with her head through his bold attitude. Brianna doesn't want to be involved with another man again, for she has proven to herself that they will just drag her down, but her constant incidents with him are slowly breaking the wall she built to protect her heart. Brianna will surely choose her career over a man this time, but it's possible to choose both, right? What if he hurt her too? No! She won't risk it but. "You have to run away from me, Bree. Coz I'm done running away, I'll chase you now."

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"