Lysandra A slave to the beast the savage Lycan king
/1/110451/coverbig.jpg?v=2820de6fa805c709de688f2d653ccf9e)
Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle
To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."
Chapter 1 Manhattan Top Floor
The heavy mahogany door of the Plaza Hotel's presidential suite stood before Isidora.
She gripped the universal keycard so tightly that the sharp plastic edges bit into her palm. The pain was grounding.
She swiped the card. The green light blinked, followed by a soft click.
Isidora pushed the door open. The air inside hit her like a physical blow, thick with the smell of expensive champagne and cheap lust.
She stepped onto the Persian rug. Her eyes immediately locked onto a custom Armani suit jacket discarded on the floor. It belonged to Kevin.
A black lace bra hung from the edge of the crystal chandelier in the hallway. It was Chantelle's, her former good friend.
Isidora's stomach violently contracted, acid burned the back of her throat. This was the man she was supposed to marry in a few months.
From the half-open bedroom door, the unmistakable sounds of wet skin slapping against skin and heavy, uninhibited moans echoed through the quiet suite.
She didn't cry. Instead, a freezing calm washed over her veins.
Isidora pulled her phone from her pocket. She opened the camera, switched to video mode, and made sure the flash was off.
She walked toward the bedroom and kicked the door wide open with her heel.
The screen of her phone illuminated the tangled limbs on the king-sized bed. Kevin was on top, his face buried in the blonde model's neck.
The sudden light made Kevin freeze. He snapped his head around, his eyes wide with sheer panic.
"What the hell!" Kevin roared, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the door. "You creepy, ugly freak! Get out!"
Isidora didn't flinch. She simply tilted her head, letting the pillow hit the doorframe.
Her thumb pressed the red stop button. The video was saved.
She looked at Kevin's pale, sweaty face. There was no jealousy in her chest, only the cold satisfaction of a hunter bagging a kill.
Chantelle let out a piercing scream, pulling the silk sheets up to cover her chest.
Isidora turned her back on them. She walked out of the suite, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor in a steady, ruthless rhythm.
By the time she reached the elevator, her lungs felt like they were collapsing. She slammed her hand against the button for the rooftop bar.
She needed alcohol. She needed it to burn away the filth she had just witnessed.
The elevator doors opened directly into the dim, purple ambient lighting of the rooftop bar. The heavy bass of a jazz band vibrated against her ribcage, but it couldn't drown out the churning in her stomach. She forced the nausea down, her face still a mask of thick, uneven foundation and fake freckles, her eyes hidden behind hideous, thick-rimmed black glasses. She was a walking, breathing joke, and tonight, she would lean into it.
She walked to the most isolated corner of the bar, ignoring the sideways glances her strange appearance attracted.
"Dry martini. Make it your strongest," Isidora told the bartender.
When the glass arrived, she didn't sip it. She threw her head back and swallowed the burning liquid in one go.
The alcohol hit her bloodstream like a match dropped in gasoline. Her head spun.
Suddenly, the barstool next to her was pulled back. A tall, broad shadow sat down.
Before she even looked at him, a scent invaded her lungs. Crisp cedarwood mixed with a dark, dangerous male pheromone. It completely overpowered the cheap cologne of the men around them.
"Whiskey. Neat," the man ordered.
His voice was a low, gravelly rumble. It sounded exhausted, like a man who hadn't slept in a week.
Isidora turned her head. The lighting was terrible, but she could make out a razor-sharp jawline and a black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone.
Cedrick gripped his glass, his knuckles white. His chronic insomnia had been tearing his nerves to shreds for days.
But then, a scent drifted across the space between them.
It was faint. Iris. A very specific, custom blend of iris that hit his brain like a heavy dose of tranquilizers. The constant buzzing in his skull instantly quieted.
Cedrick snapped his head toward the woman sitting next to him.
His dark, bottomless eyes locked onto her. He saw the hideous, thick-rimmed glasses, the cakey, uneven foundation, and the tightly pulled, severe bun. The woman's appearance was a jarring contradiction to the ethereal, calming fragrance she wore. But in that moment, as the crushing pressure in his skull finally receded, he found he didn't care. He didn't care at all. All that mattered was the source of that scent.
Isidora felt the heat of his stare. It was predatory. It made the hair on her arms stand up. It was also deeply confusing. No one had ever looked at her this way while she wore her disguise.
She tried to stand up and walk away, but the martini betrayed her. Her knees buckled.
She fell sideways.
A thick, muscular forearm caught her waist. Cedrick's hand was burning hot, the heat searing right through the thin silk of her dress.
The urge to destroy Kevin, combined with the heavy alcohol in her brain, reached a boiling point.
Isidora looked up at the stranger. She didn't pull away. Instead, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.
The morning sun sliced through the gap in the heavy curtains, stabbing Isidora directly in the eyes.
She gasped, her eyes flying open. Every muscle in her body ached with a deep, throbbing soreness.
She turned her head. A massive, scarred back faced her on the other side of the king-sized bed.
The memories of last night crashed into her skull like a freight train. The rough hands, the biting, the absolute loss of control.
Panic seized her throat. She couldn't breathe.
Isidora threw the duvet off her naked body. She scrambled across the carpet, grabbing her scattered clothes and pulling them on with shaking hands.
She needed to leave. She needed to make sure this never happened again.
She dug into her purse and pulled out ten crisp hundred-dollar bills.
She grabbed a hotel pen and scribbled on a notepad: Standard service fee. We're even. She stared at the harsh letters for a split second, her expression hardening into absolute, cold detachment. There was no room for lingering sentiment or regret in the life she was forced to lead.
She slammed the cash and the note onto the nightstand, right next to his heavy, expensive-looking watch and her own pair of ugly, thick-rimmed glasses.
Isidora didn't look back. She yanked the suite door open and ran down the hallway like a fugitive.
/0/71549/coverbig.jpg?v=20260527010354)
Lysandra: A slave to the beast, the savage Lycan king
"Oh, you smell divine," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. I trembled under her touch, unsure of what was going to happen next. She commanded me not to move, and I did my best to comply as she traced the knife along my skin. "Do you know no man has ever made me cum?" she asked, her voice fil
/0/60582/coverbig.jpg?v=20ca802e7865dde5ed78389b88517650)
A Slave To The Mafia King
"Undress!" Valerian commanded. Liliana trembled at his voice. As she turned around, Valerian emerged from the shadows and stood before her. "I-I can't," Liliana stammered, her lips quivering. "Why? Aren't we married now?" asked Valerian. "We are, but we don't love each other," Liliana said. He
/0/74882/coverbig.jpg?v=59584e316ff13a6c9512a092d8ea3002)
BRIDE OF THE BEAST LYCAN KING
My father kicked me again and again. "No daughter of mine would've been so completely useless. All you have brought us is shame and embarrassment. Enough. I've arranged your marriage with the Lycan King. He'll come for you tomorrow and I'll finally be rid of you" "W-what? The Beast Lycan?" I stu
/0/74158/coverbig.jpg?v=9871827608787ec0729488f5ad83361f)
Bonded To The Lycan King
Synopsis After transferring her position as the future Alpha of the Ash River Pack to her mate who she loves so much, Melody didn't expect the fact that he will reject her the minute the position became his. Not only that,but he secretly planned for her to be killed, she gave up on her life but ju
/0/73987/coverbig.jpg?v=838d930627370d9a90fe7077b3996f2c)
Sold to the Lycan king
Summer was meant to be named Luna, but on the eve of her rise, her reality fell apart. In front of the whole kingdom, her partner turned her down-only to choose her stepsister as his actual destined mate. As if the shame wasn't sufficient, Summer faced accusations of killing her own parents. Treas
/0/89921/coverbig.jpg?v=fae7268899a3e32721e4bd75686028de)
Sold To The Lycan king
"She was just an omega slave-until the ruthless Lycan King claimed her, and her scent made his dead heart beat again." Sold at a brutal auction, Mia had no name, no pack, and no future. Branded as a worthless omega, she endured years of cruelty and scars that could never heal. Until one night, he
/0/57358/coverbig.jpg?v=1c106403c1420e51311b47bcdbc54a2d)
Sold To The Lycan King
18+ A BANISHED OMEGA, A TRAFFICKING RING, & A RUTHLESS LYCAN KING! 19 years old Brielle Warren has never had life easy for her. Right from birth and all through her teenage life, she has been scorned by the pack members, who hates her father, the cruel Alpha King who rules over them. However follo
/1/113634/coverbig.jpg?v=d69de7f6bccc753624f321e8c9ae25f6)
Offered To The Lycan King
Alina's life takes a turn for the worse when she gets rejected by her first mate, her werewolf boyfriend. He offered her to the lycan king to be a part of his harem, which broke her heart even more. Stumbling upon Kai, the brooding lycan king with a bad reputation, Alina found out that he is her mat
/0/64572/coverbig.jpg?v=a4a202b6bd84e63bbbab151025cdbd24)
Mated to the Lycan King.
Ava Goldington lost her parents in a brutal accident that happened right in front of her eyes. With an unstable werewolf form and a burning desire to know the truth, she falls into a series of traps that bring her one step closer to death's door. Horland Green, handsome to the brim with a beautiful
/0/67421/coverbig.jpg?v=4dd753461a6ba7e1c4b358d0a796fd81)
Bound To The Lycan King
Octavia watched her entire pack and parents get killed by the BlackWood Pack. As she watched her parents breath their last breath, she swore that she would avenge their death. Little did she know that her fate is intertwined with her parent's killer. Destiny and fate play a trick on her as she seeks
/0/43678/coverbig.jpg?v=b5aa21b01e87d79454e68b811abf4dd4)
Mate to the Lycan king
On her 18th birthday, Emily faced betrayal. Her boyfriend turned out to be her sister’s mate. Not only did her father demand that she forgive her sister and her boyfriend’s betrayal, but he also asked her to preside over their wedding. However, at the wedding, she met Prince Leon. He claimed that s
/0/59191/coverbig.jpg?v=5d31aa2041954aa9843e03e67a66044d)
Sold To The Lycan-King
"Look at me while I fuck you, Emily." I flinched at the sound of his voice. It didn't sound any bit like Marcus's, but I was scared all the same. "Emily," His voice was rougher this time, his hand sliding down to tease my clit. I shivered, more from need than fear, as I met his gaze just as he r
/0/71437/coverbig.jpg?v=461f3b014d9f218d1875d561cb1a2469)
Sold to the Lycan King
Summer was meant to be named Luna, but on the eve of her rise, her reality fell apart. In front of the whole kingdom, her partner turned her down-only to choose her stepsister as his actual destined mate. As if the shame wasn't sufficient, Summer faced accusations of killing her own parents. Treas
/0/66085/coverbig.jpg?v=8129e08c5be673a953fc32d0071ef17d)
Mated to the Lycan king
My grandma do tell me fairytales, stories I never knew were my past life. I am a hostage in there.. yes I am almost sure about it, but the fact that I am not treated like the other servants... Left me with the curiosity "why?".. I am only allowed not to step my feet out of the castle. It was only
/0/44606/coverbig.jpg?v=74bf3623d1bd8b41590f7d9b51c54bb1)
Mated To The Lycan King
Lucy initially thought it was over when her mate died and she got paired with an abuser, but the moon Goddess has a special plan for her, and that included the Lycan King and two beautiful kids, even if she didn't know at that time. With the right help, she was able to save her life and keep her h
/0/38411/coverbig.jpg?v=10b246f50f9305c5320f0cba6da9a8c8)
The Lycan king’s slave
"Sir, I promise you I was not challenging anything. I was just asking where we were being taken to. In fact, I wish to see the Alpha King now. I can work. I can be a really great asset to his park, and since he is old, he would need one more young powerful woman in his pack. I don't think he wants t
/0/86197/coverbig.jpg?v=2fe6b1ee2ef04f418060adc0e1d872a2)
Wife To The Werewolf Beast King
Every royal in Vynsera was born human until envy from rival kingdoms sparked threats too deadly to ignore. Desperate to protect his bloodline, King Edgar forged a weapon: he harvested power from a five-hundred-year-old werewolf beast and altered the blood of his sons. Only one survived the change.
/0/46026/coverbig.jpg?v=aeace9520a09d3bcbbe856b126bce61a)
A Slave to the Kings
*Mature audience only: Contains mature language, sex, abuse and violence.* -------------- She has no name, not anymore, after so long she has simply forgotten what a name is, what it means to be able to choose, what it means to be able to wish, she has simply forgotten what it means to be a person.
/1/111891/coverbig.jpg?v=7f9b11f7aca389e754186a4a72c210dd)
Banished By The Alpha King: Claimed By The Lycan Beast
Elara never imagined her quiet life as a wolfless handmaid would end in public humiliation and banishment. Traded by fate and framed by the golden princess who stole her identity at age twelve, Elara is rejected by the ruthless Alpha King Darius Thornwood in front of the entire realm. When Darius
/0/39287/coverbig.jpg?v=64ae5ac9b35250e1b6c5628bf707be52)
Beauty And The Lycan Beast
"Beauty and the Lycan Beast" is a thrilling paranormal romance novel that follows the story of Sierra, a young woman who is chosen as the mate of a feared lycan beast named William. At first, Sierra is afraid of William and believes him to be a monster, but as she gets to know him, she discovers tha
