Nina Brooks

I walked into my kitchen to find my husband's assistant wearing nothing but his white dress shirt. Jami sat on the granite counter, sipping coffee from my favorite mug. My husband, Dustin, stood next to her, smiling in a way he hadn't smiled at me in years. When they saw me, there was no shame. Instead, Jami sent a photo to my phone while sitting ten feet away. It was an ultrasound. "The Alpha's bloodline," the caption read. "Something you couldn't give him." I demanded an explanation, but Dustin only looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "She carries my heir, Eliana," he said, shielding her with his body. "You are barren and unstable. Go back to bed." When I refused, he used the Alpha Command to force me to my knees, humiliating me in my own home while his mistress watched with a triumphant smirk. He thought I was just a submissive wife. He thought I was trapped by the bond, acting as an endless battery for him to drain to keep his own volatile power in check. He conveniently forgot that before I was his Luna, I was the sole heiress to the David mining dynasty. He forgot that everything in this house—from the security system to the very foundation—was paid for with my money. I fought against the crushing weight of his command and forced myself to stand. "I reject you, Dustin Powell." As he collapsed in agony from the severed bond, I didn't help him. I picked up my phone and called my legal team. "I want it all gone," I ordered, staring at the horror on his face. "If I bought it, take it. Start with the mattress."

I was the Alpha’s fated mate, chosen for him by the Moon Goddess. I spent years loving him in secret, certain he would finally announce me as his Luna at the pack’s Ascension ceremony. Instead, he stood on the dais and presented another woman. I discovered he had used my own blood in a secret ritual to bind himself to her, a political marriage he had planned for months while whispering promises to me in the dark. In front of our entire pack, he publicly rejected me, a brutal act that shattered our sacred bond and tore my soul in two. He allowed his new bride to frame me for treason, destroy my home, and erase my history. He stood by while his warriors threw silver-laced stones at my head, then commanded me to kneel and apologize for a crime I didn’t commit. The man I would have died for broke me for power and ambition. Then he came to me in the ruins of my life and asked me to be his hidden mistress, his secret prize locked away from the world. I refused. I escaped his tyranny, rebuilt myself from the ashes, and found a new love with a true Alpha who saw my worth. I became a Luna in my own right, powerful and finally free. But my rejected mate’s obsession festered. A year later, he lured me into a trap. The last thing I remember is the sting of a needle in my neck and his chilling voice whispering, "It's time for us to go home."

My fiancé, the city's top surgeon, has always taken such good care of me. That's why our wedding has been postponed thirty-three times. Then, one night in the hospital, I overheard him talking to a friend. He confessed he was the one behind all thirty-three of my "accidents." He was in love with a new resident, Kalea, and couldn't bear to marry me out of family obligation. His cruelty escalated. When Kalea framed me for slapping her, he shoved me back onto my bed, calling me insane. When she faked a suicide attempt on a rooftop, he rushed to save her, letting me fall off the edge without a second glance. While I lay paralyzed in a hospital bed, he had my mother beaten in prison as punishment, and she died from her injuries. On the day of her funeral, he took Kalea to a concert. I was his fiancée. My father had sacrificed his career to save his. Our families had bound us together. Yet he destroyed my body, my mother, and my voice, all for a woman he'd just met. Finally, he let Kalea, the woman he loved, perform surgery on my throat, and she deliberately ruined my vocal cords, destroying my ability to ever sing again. When I woke up, voiceless and broken, and saw the triumphant smirk on her face, I finally understood. I snapped my SIM card, walked out of the hospital, and left everything behind. He had taken my voice, but he would not take the rest of my life.

My sister was dying, and my husband, Alex, refused to let me see her. "Diamond's comfort is my priority," he said over the phone, his voice cold. "She's not comfortable with you there." Diamond. The woman who supposedly took a bullet for him. A debt he was repaying with my life. His repayment plan had already cost me my future. He stood by impassively as I was forced to sign sterilization papers, ensuring Diamond, who claimed the bullet had left her barren, would never have to see him have a child with another woman. They smeared my name in the press, painting me as an unstable addict whose "violent outburst" led to my sister's hospitalization. At the funeral they planned without me, they announced their plan to send me to a "facility" for my own good. The night before their wedding, he came home drunk. He grabbed me, his hands roaming my body in a grotesque parody of intimacy, and whispered her name. "Diamond." Something inside me finally shattered. I shoved him off me, screaming my own name. The next morning, Diamond stood on our doorstep, a triumphant smile on her face, calling me a barren, washed-up musician who couldn't even keep her own sister alive. Looking at them, the monster and his master, I felt nothing but a cold, clear resolve. I turned and walked away from the wreckage of my life. It was time to erase Erica Wade and build someone new. Someone who would burn their world to the ground.

My podcast, "Crimson Echoes," was flatlining, desperate for a jolt of something real, something raw. Then the email landed: "The Blackwood Experience" – an exclusive, five-person weekend trapped in the notoriously haunted Blackwood Manor. I signed up instantly, picturing viral content, the ultimate professional coup. But the confirmation email already hinted at the unease: "Five participants. No more, no less. The gate will open once, and close once." I arrived at dusk, only to find four others – a Goth, a Tech CEO, a Gamer, and an Influencer – already there. Then, a sixth person, a clueless student named Mark, pedaled up on a beat-up bike, clueless about the exclusive invitation. Just as the chilling realization of an extra person sank in, the massive iron gate groaned shut behind us, locking with a deafening clang. We were trapped, not five, but six, and one of us was definitely not supposed to be here. Panic set in, but then came the voice, childish and clear, echoing throughout the now-lit up manor: "Welcome, playmates… Let's play a game. A game of hide-and-seek." My fellow captives scattered, desperate to hide, but the voice promised "punishment" for those found. The terrifying truth dawned on me as one by one, they were claimed, their deaths horrifying reflections of their deepest flaws, from the Influencer literally dissolving to the paranoid Gamer twisting into an impossible shape. I survived, found but spared, only to realize the ghost, Lillian, wasn' t just in the house; she was the house, hiding in every reflective surface, watching. I found her, I "won," and the spell broke, the house reverting to a ruin as a faint whisper confirmed my chilling victory. But that whisper became a scream in my memory: "You've won before, you know. It's just your first time remembering." My entire reality fractured; I wasn't a survivor, but a ghost myself, trapped in a loop, reliving this nightmare again and again. My memory was wiped clean the moment I stepped outside, the horror dissolving like smoke. A week later, I found myself inexplicably drawn back, my duffel bag with recording equipment forgotten, a friendly smile on my face. "Hi," I said to the five strangers gathered at the gate. "My name is Sarah. I'm a podcaster. I came here for the experience." The cycle, inevitably, began anew.

My world revolved around Alex Thompson, the golden son of the family who took an orphan like me in. For years, my love for him was a secret hum, a quiet song played on the old piano, hoping he' d hear. But when I finally laid my heart bare, he looked at me with cold, distant pity. "Ava," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You' re like a sister to me. Always." Then he declared his engagement to Chloe Vanderbilt, parading her around like a bright, sharp shield; each public display a fresh wound. Chloe mocked me openly, called me a "hand-me-down," and casually destroyed my last precious memento, my mother' s music box. And while Alex stood idly by, she maliciously framed me for attacking her. Then, his fist flashed. A searing pain erupted on my cheek as he slapped me. "You ungrateful brat!" he seethed, his eyes blazing with fury. That brutal blow extinguished the last dying ember of hope, replacing it with a cold, clear certainty: I had to leave. My love, my loyalty, my very existence had been treated as mere charity, a burdensome obligation, then crushed with cruel contempt. How could the boy who once swore to protect me become the man who struck me for another' s lie? It was over. So, I left. I walked out of that house, leaving behind the shattered pieces of my heart and a symbolic repayment for their "charity." I agreed to an arranged marriage with Noah Evans, a quiet tech mogul. Now, as his fiancée, I'm heading to New York to chase my music dreams, a life where Alex Thompson is nothing but a distant, bitter memory. He thinks he won, that I'll eventually come crawling back. He' s about to find out just how wrong he is.

For five tireless years, Sarah Jenkins’ life revolved around Ethan Miller. She was his shadow, his silent caretaker, meticulously managing his expensive lifestyle, his meds, and his fragile mental state after his fiancée, Olivia Hayes, abandoned him. Sarah deferred her own dreams, trapped by a contract that covered her father’s escalating medical bills. Then, a bombshell: Olivia was back. Suddenly, the indifferent Ethan, who barely acknowledged Sarah’s existence, lit up, his world revolving solely around Olivia. Sarah, his contractual wife, watched as he dismissed her, even when she presented divorce papers, his only concern being the continued seamless functioning of his affairs. He treated her merely as a utility, expendable once his old obsession returned. Had her five years, her entire youth and ambition, been nothing more than a debt repaid to a man who saw her only as "services"? The crushing truth left her hollow, a ghost in a gilded cage. Was she forever destined to be invisible, a pawn in someone else’s drama? But then, a lifeline: a message from an old university friend offered a spare room in New York and the journalism gig she’d always dreamed of. Sarah Jenkins, the photojournalist, was finally reclaiming her narrative. It was time to leave, to find herself beyond the Miller mansion's suffocating walls.

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?

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?

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!

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.

The night I discovered my husband's whore was carrying his heir, I smiled for the cameras-and plotted his ruin. Scarlett was born a queen-heir to a powerful legacy, Luna of the Dark Moon Pack by blood and by sacrifice. She gave everything to Alexander: her love, her loyalty, her life. In return, he paraded his mistress before their pack... and dared to call it duty. But Scarlett won't be another broken woman weeping in the shadows. She'll wear her crown of thorns with pride, tear down every lie built around her, and when she strikes, it will be glorious. The Alpha forgot that the woman he betrayed is far more dangerous than the girl who once loved him.

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."