Wunmi Ijaola

Marlowe Hale needed a job, not a miracle. When the Blackwood Harbor Wolves hire her as their new athletic trainer, she tells herself it's just a paycheck, and definitely not a chance to dig into the eight-year-old accident that killed her father and ended her career before it started. She didn't expect the team's owner to remember her name. She didn't expect the way he watches her like she's the only person in a room full of six-foot forwards. And she definitely didn't expect to catch his eyes flash gold under the locker room lights. Rhys Callahan built an empire on ice and blood, literally. He's the Alpha of the Thorne Pack, and every player on his roster is one of his wolves. He has one rule: humans stay outside the pack, no exceptions. Then Marlowe Hale walks into his stadium with her father's eyes and a stubborn streak that won't let her look away, and Rhys realizes the rule was built for exactly this moment. And he's about to break it. But someone sabotaged that accident eight years ago, and they're not finished. The closer Marlowe gets to the truth, and to Rhys, the more the Pack Council wants her gone, one way or another. Rhys has thirty days until the next full moon, a killer inside his own organization, and a woman he can't protect without telling her everything. Some games you play to win. This one, he plays to keep her alive.

Wren Calder was seven years old the night the Ashbourne wolves burned Duskwood to the ground. She was the only one who ran fast enough. Fifteen years later, she walks into Ashbourne territory wearing a dead woman's name and a healer's apron, carrying enough wolfsbane in her sleeve to stop an Alpha's heart. One drop in his cup. That's the whole plan. Wren has spent half her life training for exactly one night. Then Alpha Kian Ashbourne looks at her across a crowded hall, and her wolf goes down on its belly like it's been waiting for him since before she was born. Fated mates don't happen to girls like Wren. They especially don't happen with the son of the man who slaughtered her pack. But the bond doesn't care whose blood is on whose hands, and neither, it turns out, does Kian, once he catches her wrist an inch from his wine and smells exactly what she is to him. He doesn't kill her. He doesn't expose her. He locks her inside his own house and dares her to try again. Now Wren has to survive a pack that wants her dead, resist a mate bond that wants her to forgive the unforgivable, and find out the truth her mentor never told her: that the massacre at Duskwood might not have been Kian's father's order at all. Someone else lit that fire. Someone who is still very much alive, and still very much afraid of what Wren might remember. She came to end an Alpha's line. She didn't expect to need him to survive what's coming for both of them.

Sienna Cole doesn't believe in wolves, mates, or love at first sight. She believes in rent, in her little brother's medical bills, and in the new physiotherapy job that finally pays enough to cover both. She does not believe that Killian Frost, billionaire owner and captain of the Iron Wolves, will grab her wrist on her first day and go still like he's been struck by lightning. She definitely doesn't believe him when he tells her, three days later, that she isn't human. Killian has spent six years burying his wolf under boardrooms and championship banners, holding his pack together through a truce that costs him more every year. He knows exactly what it means when a woman's scent hits him like a gunshot to the chest. It means she's his mate. It also means the people who murdered her real family fourteen years ago are still out there, and now they'll be hunting her too. He was supposed to marry someone else. A merger, not a mate. A peace treaty with a rival pack that thinks his blood should belong to them. Sienna was supposed to keep her head down, get her brother his surgery, and never think about the golden flicker she sometimes sees in mirrors. Neither of them planned on this. But the wolf doesn't ask permission, the ice doesn't stop for anyone, and the past that killed Sienna's family is about to walk right back into her life wearing a tuxedo and a smile. He claimed her before he even knew her name. Now he has to keep her alive long enough to learn it.

"Mmmn Zane" I moaned admist the heat of passion. The s*xual urge was inevitable. "Imagine i'm right in front of you" He sounded soft, s*xy and seductive. "I can see you, shirtless with s*xy abs you've showed me" I imagined his naked figure in front of me. "Good. Now Imagine everything you wanna do to me. I can also see you with a s*xy red bra on, revealing those juicy b*obs" "Mmmn I can feel your hands on my b*obs" I moaned loudly. There was a sudden knock on the door, disrupting the s*x call that felt almost real and I was extremely aroused. I disconnected the call, to get the door. "Hmmn Finn" I moaned his name coldly; allowing him in. "Hi Rita" He smiled innocently. I stared at him seductively, I saw everything Zane told me to imagine earlier. Naked, hot and sexy! I drooled, heavily aroused and engrossed in my dirty imagination. I jumped on innocent Finn, pinned my body against him and began to kiss him deeply. Looks like Finn understood the assignment. He didn't resist, he lifted me bridal style, laid me on the couch, yanked off my clothes. ~~ He satisfied my s*xual desires and made me feel like a woman. I gave Finn my body and I didn't care but unknowingly to me, it was the greatest mistake of my life.

Tripartite love - A love triangle - Love between blood - Love between the poor and the rich - Wearous High School - From the name, you would already know that it's a school mostly attended by students from wealthy homes. If you are not rich or if you have no relationship /connection with someone who is prosperous but you still decide to attend that school, You would surely have no or few friends but so many haters. So the poor relates with the poor and the wealthy relates with their kinds - The wealthy.

I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack. He was thirty-two minutes late. When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together. Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor. Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me. The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there. My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made. When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name. Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna. I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient. I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye. But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak. He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own. "You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me." Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow.

Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall. Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster. Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth.

I was three months pregnant when the car hit me. Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!" Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away. Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go. Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child.

For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate. But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient." I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth. Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side. The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival.

I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened. I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever. But the dead don't always stay dead. I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part. This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel. I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose. They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed. They have no idea what I've become.

For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises. Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body. Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union." Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family." Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless. But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place. Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms. When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route. What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected. He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years. And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.

"This is Virella, my wife." Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side, carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning... Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist... "Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore." His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you."

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

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.

For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love. But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night. Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine. Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love. And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim. But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go. "Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away." He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door. And when I finally left his pack. I took more than just my broken heart with me.