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Dirty Affairs With My Daddy's Bestfriend

Dirty Affairs With My Daddy's Bestfriend

I arrived at RavenHills Pack Estate, innocent and eager for college. But my guardian, Alpha Zavian, has other plans. His hungry eyes follow me, awakening desires I never knew existed. The first time he touches me, I melt. His strong hands caress my body, igniting flames between my legs. I crave his cock like a drug. Zavian tries to fight it. "You're my best friend's daughter," he growls. But his rock hard erection tells a different story. He wants me. When I bring home a boy, Zavian explodes with jealousy. "No other male will touch you in my territory," he snarls. He pins me against the wall and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I whimper as his fingers find my dripping pussy. I get into heat and Daddy offers to take me on free sex lessons. Ones that will disfigure my walking style before the morning. Zavian's cock has become my obsession. I ride him, savoring each inch of his massive cock. His teeth mark my neck as he pounds me into intense bliss. But danger lurks. The pack elders want Zavian to take a Luna. Scandals from his past threaten to tear us apart. I discovered Zavian is the one who begged my father to send me here. Now we have a choice: obey the pack or fight for our forbidden love. As enemies circle, I brace for the final showdown. Will Zavian claim me as his mate...or will our passions burn us alive? The truth will be revealed...right after one last earth-shattering climax.
The Alpha King Hexed Bride

The Alpha King Hexed Bride

Becky Hart, a 21-year-old wolf-shifter, once believed in destined love-until the night Haunter Miller, the Alpha King and her fated mate, rejected her for being wolfless. Crushed by heartbreak and haunted by the belief that the Moon Goddess cursed her, Becky fled her pack to live among humans. For five years, she battled loneliness and sorrow, slowly rebuilding herself. Upon returning, Becky's wolf awakens-though she still cannot shift. Her reunion with Haunter reignites the mate bond, but she resists his demand to move into the pack house. Eventually, she's brought there, and her hidden powers begin to stir. Becky's return triggers buried prophecies, strange magic, and renewed tension with Haunter, who now regrets his rejection and is drawn to her evolving aura. As Becky navigates her role in a mystical world of dragons, witches, demons, and mermaids, she discovers a powerful truth: she is the reincarnation of a Moon Goddess, cursed long ago by a jealous witch tied to Haunter's family. Her magic-linked to water, shadows, and illusions-grows stronger with her emotional healing. Amid political tension and growing chaos, Becky becomes the center of a divine prophecy. While Haunter wrestles with guilt and newfound love, dark forces rise-rogue witches and ancient enemies intent on stealing or destroying her power. Allies from various mythical factions rally behind her as war brews. In a climactic battle, Becky embraces her full divine identity, breaking the curse and uniting the fractured realm. Her love with Haunter deepens beyond destiny, forged through hardship and choice. In the aftermath, peace is restored. Becky and Haunter rule together, guiding a new era of unity and magic. Her journey from rejected mate to goddess savior becomes a legend whispered across realms.
The Wolfless Bride Of The Dying Alpha

The Wolfless Bride Of The Dying Alpha

I was locked in a freezing stone dungeon, condemned by my own father as a "wolfless" disgrace to the Howe Pack. My stepsister, Candyce, glided into my squalid prison wearing sapphire silk, bringing news that shattered my world. She smiled cruelly as she told me my loyal protector was slaughtered at the gates, and my sweet, naive little brother Rowan had been executed that very morning. "It was never about love, you silly girl. It was about what your mother left behind." She revealed that the Prince only courted me to uncover my mother's secret, then she forced silver-laced wine down my throat. As the silver dust tore through my insides like a thousand burning knives, I realized my entire family, and even my intended mate, had conspired to destroy me. They had orchestrated my ruin, stolen my birthright, and stood by watching as I was thrown to the wolves. I died in unimaginable agony, staring at Candyce's beautiful face, finally seeing the ugly, raw jealousy she had hidden for so long. If I get another chance, I swore to the darkness swallowing me whole, I will make them pay in blood. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating stench of cheap cologne filled my lungs, and a heavy weight pressed down on me. I was back on the night of my fifteenth birthday, the exact moment the setup to ruin my life began. This time, I didn't cry. I kneed my attacker, grabbed a heavy crystal ashtray, and waited for my stepsister to kick the door down.
THE WOLF KING'S BRIDE

THE WOLF KING'S BRIDE

They said the prophecy was an ancient myth-whispered, tucked between the covers of bedtime tales, always ending in blood. But Aria was always drawn to the forbidden, to the whisper of trees after sunset, to the wolf-song that lulled her to sleep. Born under a dwindling moon, with a silver crescent stamped barely above her heart, she was not the same from the start. The village midwife had gone pale when she'd caught sight of the mark. Her mother had held her tighter, whispering prayers. The old stories warned that a girl like her would call the Wolf King back. No one ever said what he would do once he came back. Now, she knew. On the night of the Blood Moon, he came out of the forest, tall and unyielding, his eyes burning embers and his voice a wisp of smoke that curled around her. He didn't speak at first-he only looked at her, as if she was the last piece in a puzzle, he'd been trying for centuries to finish. "Waited lifetimes for you," he whispered, his hand cradling her cheek, rough and warm. His touch shouldn't have shivered down her spine-but it did. She should have screamed. Should have run. Yet her body leaned into his, as if it recalled something her mind had forgotten long ago. "You're mine, little moon," he whispered against her flesh. "Not because the prophecy requires it. but because I've burned for you in every single life I've ever had." Her heart was racing in her chest, caught between fear and desire. She was no warrior. No princess. Just a girl with too many questions and not enough sense to say no to the crazy fire in his eyes. And yet, when he pulled her into his arms and carried her into the forest, when the pack closed around them and the stars wheeled overhead, Aria didn't fight. She held on tight. For deep in her heart, something wild stirred. Something that wanted to love him. Or kill him. The Wolf King had claimed her as his. But Aria was no one's prey.