Pregnant For The Twin Alphas

Rejected By Alpha, Marked By The Cursed Lycan King

Rejected. Sold. Marked by a cursed Lycan. Camilla thought she'd lost everything, until the Lycan's mark didn't kill her. Now caught between a deadly past and a dangerous bond, she must choose who to trust before her mate bond seals the wrong fate.

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 requested. My breath stilled. This man was more powerful than my mate who rejected me. He's the Lycan King. My second chance mate. *** The 20-year-old Emily had suffered greatly in her pack for being the late bloomer amongst her peers. Marcus, the Alpha King, realized she was his mate and rejected her on the spot. While mending her heart from the sting of rejection, she was sold to the most feared Lycan King, who later realized Emily was his second chance mate. In a quest for superiority, will Emily accept the most feared and beastly Lycan King? And will the Lycan king whose heart had long awaited his second chance mate, accept Emily, a late bloomer with a small and brown wolf, to rule beside him?

Mated To A Ghost

In the shadowed realm of werewolves, Sera Moonshade, marked by destiny, finds herself entwined in an unexpected fate. Orphaned and rescued by a mysterious savior, she navigates pack life, forging a forbidden connection with the enemy Alpha's son. Yet, a clandestine force upheaves her world – an enigmatic Alpha, veiled in secrecy, slays the intended ruler, claiming the throne. Sera's destiny pivots as she becomes bound to this spectral leader, an Alpha who dwells in the echoes of the unknown. In a realm of shifting allegiances, where love collides with destiny, Sera must unravel the mysteries surrounding her, embracing a path fraught with intrigue and the intoxicating allure of the supernatural.

Entangled Between The Alpha And The Omega

“I know this dude. I’ve done my research on him. He’s just a clone of their Alpha, nothing but an Omega!” The Alpha declares angrily. “What business do you have with a mere Omega?” On a Thursday morning, a werewolf confronted me while hunting, but my parents fled. Ever since, he's been pressing me to be his mate, but I hadn't given it a thought until I was captured by a wealthy man. A more powerful werewolf, an Alpha, came to my rescue and claimed me as his mate upon reaching his pack. While he hasn't marked me yet, the werewolf who confronted me, seemingly an Alpha as well, sneaked into his pack to escape with me, but he was caught red-handed. Will he be able to claim me as his mate, or will Spartan's power as an Alpha overtake his actions, claiming me instead?

Bloody Comeback Of My Alpha Mate

"He's coming to this world again." A voice echoes, sending a shiver down my spine as I tilt my head and see an object waning in thin air spookily. Whoosh. My body muscles contract as it waves and smiles at me before completely moving out of sight. "Clarissa." A hand touches my right shoulder from behind. I turn to see Alpha Thompson, causing my lips to shiver and my body to shudder. "You don't have to worry about him." Alpha Thompson reassures, smirking. "He's gone and gone forever. All he has left are empty threats." Wondering how he knows about this seems needless, and instinctively, I know the ghost that appears to me had been killed by Alpha Thompson, who happens to be my own father. "You killed... him?" I stutter, and he replies with a cunning smirk across his lips. "I'm sure you won't want to live anymore when..." I begin to say, closing my eyelids but still inspecting him. "... when he's back. To torture you."

Alpha Kenneth

Alpha Kenneth orchestrates a strategic move to capture rival Alpha Max from the Lunar Blaze Clan. With urgency, he warns Alpha Fred's pack of the impending threat. Tensions rise as Kenneth confronts Alpha Max, leading to a fierce battle. Despite Emilia's courageous efforts, Alpha Max's moon goddess connection prevails. In a selfless act, Kenneth surrenders his powers to save Emilia, who becomes Alpha Max's mate. Silver Moon Pack crumbles, and a vengeful Kenneth departs, promising to reclaim his mate. As war looms, he leaves with determination: "I'll own my mate once again. Good luck to you."

Mated to My Fiancé's Rival Alpha

Silvia lost everything in one night-her parents,her trust,and her mate. Coming home from their funeral,she found her "fated"partner,Zack,tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I need variety,"he said,smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him-and turned to someone far more dangerous. "I need help,"she whispered. Sherman leaned closer,his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help,little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you." Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother,Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty,vengeance,and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free-and as their bond deepens,truths unravel. Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war? Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down? When love,betrayal,and bloodlines collide,how far will one omega go to save her family-and destroy the mate who broke her soul?

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

Rebirth of the Broken Luna: A Second Chance at Luna's Heart

Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"—the legendary financial ghost—really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family’s legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.