Coincidentally, stumbling upon his fiancée's infidelity at an exclusive upscale party leaves business executive Alexander 'Xander' Westwood devastated. Desperate to numb the pain, he succumbs to a drunken one-night stand with an omega who absconds with his wallet, phone and expensive watch the next morning. Despite his impending loveless marriage to a cheating fiancée, Alexander feigns contentment to spare his family disappointment, burying himself in work. However, a chanced encounter outside his apartment reveals a shocking truth: the battered omega, Rosie, carrying his unborn child, is none other than the fleeting stealing one-night stand.
Xander was more tired than he was ready to admit.
Having spent almost sixteen hours on a plane, writing emails and going through the contracts they had drafted during his stay abroad over and over again, had drained him of his last strength.
But when his assistant had told him to rest a little and take a nap, he had told the man that he would not do that, that he had work to do.
Just as it always was.
He had not been upset when his assistant himself had taken some time to rest himself, he deserved it after having done a great job with the preparations for their business trip, but his own mind was not ready to go into a more calm, a more relaxing mode.
The only thing he had allowed himself to have had been a small dinner in the form of a shrimp salad and one or two glasses of wine, something that took a little of the edge off him, that got his never resting brain into a state where he was not feeling rushed and stressed anymore, not that he would ever show anyone what was truly going on in his mind.
Instead, he had read the contract for a fifth time, adding a few remarks to the file on his tablet, and had nodded at some things that their future business partner had almost happily agreed to.
Making business with another brand of that scale, matching their own, was something the world was not expecting, maybe not ready for, but they would soon issue a public statement that would make all other competitors weep in fear.
Only when the pilot announced they were closing in to the coast of the country, had he saved the file and turned the tablet off, the nervous tingling in his fingertips had him taking a few deep breaths, had smiled at the flight attendant that had taken his now emptied glass away and had turned to look out of the window at his side.
Boarding off and going through customs had taken much longer than they had assumed, and all because some college students from another country had not considered that bringing weed into a country where ownership was strictly prohibited was maybe not the smartest idea, and after the three young girls had been escorted into the security area, a woman that had been flying with them first class had started to fuss about it being rude and unnecessary checking her things because she was famous and had connections.
"Remember that I need the Cartier contract with all the changes I put into the draft on my desk by tomorrow afternoon," he told his assistant, who nodded in reply.
"There are still a few small things I would like to adjust, and I need a phone conference as soon as possible with the CFO, but not before I've talked to my father about the results of our trip."
"Of course, Mr. Westwood," his assistant replied, already knowing that he would remember all those points until tomorrow and that when his employer arrived at the office he would at least have a Zoom call with New York and a first draft of the contract ready for revenue.
"That was great work," Alexander Westwood added.
"Thank you, Sir," the assistant replied with a smile and a little bow.
"I'm happy you were pleased with my work."
"I always am," Xander nodded. "Have a nice evening, I'll see you tomorrow."
He sighed and checked his phone for any new messages, and after he found none, he finally bid a final goodbye to his assistant who was already awaited at the exit by his mate, and then pushed the cart with his suitcases to the other exit, where he knew his driver and bodyguard would be waiting for him.
And indeed, the black-suited man was waiting for him, leaning against the side of the black Mercedes limousine, scrolling through something on his phone that had a ridiculous looking case that always made him shake his head at him with a smile.
Only when he was closer, the other looked up and grinned.
He greeted him with a slight bow and asked:
"Did you have a good flight?"
He nodded and went to the trunk, where he helped put his cases away to make their departure faster.
"It was okay," he replied. "Did you hear anything from Carter regarding the jet? How bad are the repairs that have to be done?"
"He was in contact with your father this morning. As far as I know, I heard them talking on the phone when I was taking the senior Westwood to the office," came the answer that made Xander raise his eyebrows.
"You?" he started. "Is something wrong with my father's driver?"
"Something with his daughter I think," his driver explained while walking around the car, opening the door at the back to let Alexander access the limousine. "I was around anyway, so it was no bother."
Alexander nodded and finally got into the back of the car, sighing when he relaxed his muscles on the soft seats, while the other took his place behind the steering wheel.
"Home?" He asked and raised a brow as Alexander could see through the mirror when he replied with
"No."
"Where to?"
"The Maxwell's are holding a party for their youngest son celebrating his university graduation tonight," he said.
"I should show my face there for a few minutes at least."
"Of course," the driver said. "Do you want me to wait for you to take you home later?"
"That won't be necessary," Xander replied, not knowing when he would be able to leave if something came up at the party, and started to watch the passing buildings and lights while the car made its way through the heavy evening traffic towards their destination.
"Is everything at home in order?" He then asked without stopping to look outside.
"My home, or your home?" The driver asked, making Xander chuckle.
"Both," he replied.
"Your father and his mate had an argument yesterday, but the source of gossip said it was nothing serious," he told him.
"At my home, yeah, everything is okay. We're getting closer and closer to the big day, so it's all a little chaos at the moment, but nothing we can't manage."
Xander nodded again, already knowing that whatever his father and his mate had fought about would be long gone by the time he saw them the next time, as it always was with the pair.
"That's good," he only said, glad to hear that his driver and his mate were also doing well, and returned to silence while seeing something and nothing in the passing street before he pulled his phone out and checked it for new messages, but except for a text from his father reminding him of something and a few work-related emails, nothing interesting had appeared to occupy him.
Adrian Prescott, the enigmatic, untouchable ruler of the night. Whispers followed him, tales of a man too cold for human connection, especially with women. Then came Annabelle Sullivan, and with one fateful night, Adrian's icy world shattered. Now, he has a singular, consuming hunger: Annabelle will be his. She is to be his woman, the vessel for his heir-a child destined for a billion-dollar legacy. And if she dares to resist? He'll bind her to him, night after relentless night, until she yields. Annabelle's hand instinctively goes to her abdomen-a growing life, a silent testament to his claim. But even with his child inside her, his hold remains absolute. Adrian's eyes burn with a fierce, possessive fire, a battleground of desire and frustration. He's offered her his heart, his very name, his unwavering devotion. Yet, she still dreams of escape. No longer content with just an heir, Adrian will now claim her entirely-to lavish her, to possess her, and to ensure Annabelle Sullivan never, ever slips away.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.