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Claimed by the Disguised Alpha King

Claimed by the Disguised Alpha King

My brother and his wife slapped the contract on the table, forcing me to marry Alpha Stone. He was a cruel monster known for breaking his mates' bones, and I was just the price for a new trade route. Right before I surrendered, the legendary Blackwood Pack arrived. But they didn't offer a glorious rescue. They claimed I was the fated mate of Kaelan, a disgraced, wolfless Omega. My family laughed in my face, eagerly taking the dowry and throwing me out like garbage. They mocked my miserable future, sending me off to a crumbling shack in the woods. When they later summoned us back to publicly demand a humiliating "tribute" to bleed us dry, they waited for me to break. "Couldn't handle life in a shack with an Omega? Come crawling back already?" my sister-in-law sneered. But I refused to let them shame him. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess gave me an Omega, but Kaelan was kind, giving me the only bed while he slept on the cold floor. Why did my family value a cruel Alpha over a gentle soul? I declared to their faces that his loyal spirit was worth more than any title. Then, a vicious rogue wolf threatened us at the local market. My "wolfless" husband stepped in front of me and grabbed the rogue's wrist. Suddenly, a suffocating, terrifying Alpha King's aura exploded from Kaelan, bringing the rogue to his knees in pure terror. I stared at my quiet, supposedly weak mate in absolute shock. Who exactly did I marry?
Falling for the Beast Lord

Falling for the Beast Lord

BLURB: A land of myth and magic, far from the probing gaze of humanity, a land for were breeds and otherworldly creatures, A land with a sacred rule, that any child born under a crescent moon was to be killed. Until the King’s child is born under a crescent moon, the king has to kill his child to abide by the age-old tradition, which throws the kingdom in disarray, during this period the king’s half-brother, Mali Khan, fueled by envy and thirst for power, orchestrated a rebellion with the Odenus Naga leader of the legion of assassins and an enemy of Dabba, killing the king and plunging the baby’s world into chaos. Protected by her father's foresight, Anna was hidden by her father’s most trusted guard in the human world, blissfully unaware of her royal bloodline. Yet, tragedy strikes when– her best friend is killed by Naga's assassins, and her aunt is mercilessly killed by her uncle's werewolves, unveiling the grim truth. Driven by grief and rage, Anna embarks on a journey of vengeance. Armed with the newfound knowledge of her royal lineage, Anna navigates the treacherous world of the Dabba Union, a world steeped in ancient magic and advanced technology. Anna's newfound life leads her to the lord of the beasts, one of the last living Werelions, Connor. A young Werebreed who believes she's the guardian, the special one who can stop the tyranny of Mali Khan and Odenus Naga. Even though the fate of the whole world rests upon her shoulders, Anna still finds herself falling for the golden gaze of the beast lord. it's a romance between two sacred werebreeds, a Forbidden romance….
From Bait to Queen: The Rejected Mate's Destiny

From Bait to Queen: The Rejected Mate's Destiny

To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk. The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars. I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle. With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds." But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina. He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap. "She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond. He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate. I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought. Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening. When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned. "Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine." I didn't cry. I didn't run. I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays. "I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him. "I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."