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Bought By The Beast

Bought By The Beast

❗‼️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Contains explicit romance, dark themes, violence, and intense possessive Alphas. Reader discretion is advised. When Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha... he's something far more dangerous. Caspian Valdyr is a Lycan King with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body, he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever. But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide: return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his. In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom. But freedom comes with a price and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity. One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything. A Kingdom to be ruled. An Obsidian Throne. A Hybrid Heir. Bought By The Beast is a fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, and absolutely no holding back.
The Cursed Alpha's Dark Obsession.

The Cursed Alpha's Dark Obsession.

R18+ "Fuck off, Azrael!" I snapped despite the crippling fear coiling tightly in my gut. "So you're a mouthy brat with me but a wet mouse with the others?" Those cold, green eyes narrowed. "I'm the one you should be afraid of, Saphielle, me. You do not know what I'm capable of." ~ ~ ~ Everyone dreams of getting into 'Velmorne Academy' but it was an exclusive college to only the Elites. Only those at the top, you know, the 1% kind of rich? Yeah, exactly. So when I got accepted, I thought it was a miracle-It was a trap. Suddenly, the bullying started, and everyone hated me. And worst of all? Azrael, the Alpha prince, has made me his special prey. He says I belong to him and he'd do whatever it takes to make me his. It's hilarious and crazy cause he has a fiancè and I'm just a nobody. It makes no sense. He's an arrogant asshole. And I fucking hate him. He's the bane of my existence and yet, I keep provoking him. Now I get dreams that I do not understand...they are strange, violent, terrifying-it messes with my sanity and distorts reality. And I'm convinced it has something to do with this school. And Azrael? He's at the center of it. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~• WARNING: This book contains dark themes and content that some might find disturbing or distressing. Contents like: Bullying, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Explicit steamy scenes, Manipulation, etc...
The Wolfless Girl's Forbidden Alpha Mate

The Wolfless Girl's Forbidden Alpha Mate

I was born Wolfless, a genetic defect that made me the weakest creature in the pack. To survive, I became the kept canary of Dayton Kirkland, the ruthless Alpha CEO. I played the part of a fragile, submissive girl perfectly, secretly selling pack gossip to build my offshore escape fund. But my double life hit a wall when Dayton returned from Europe early and dragged me into Azure Manor—his sacred fortress strictly off-limits to outsiders. Knowing my survival depended on feeding his ego, I slipped into a sheer pink nightgown and threw myself into his lap. "I dreamed you banished me," I sobbed, faking absolute terror. "I'd rather sleep at your feet like a dog than be left behind." I waited for him to swear his protection and bump up my allowance. Instead, the scorching pheromones in the room dropped below freezing. Dayton sneered and slammed a tablet onto his obsidian desk. "Nightmares?" he mocked, pulling up high-resolution surveillance photos. The screen showed me at a charity gala just hours ago, looking calm and calculating in couture, sipping champagne. My blood ran cold. My perfect lie was ripped wide open right in front of the apex predator who could tear me limb from limb for deceiving him. But instead of snapping my neck, his iron grip tightened around my waist, his eyes burning with a dark, twisted hunger. He didn't want a saint; he wanted a scheming liar he could cage. If playing his dangerous game was the only way to secure my millions, I would make him bleed gold.