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BLURB: I believed that I had moved on from my past. I resolved to keep my children safe at all means after spending a careless night with a stranger wearing a mask five years ago. I established a peaceful life in a new city, raising my triplets and their younger sister. However, my world starts to fall apart when my sons come back from the bathroom talking about a guy who has a tattoo of a wolf-the same tattoo I will always remember. The next day, destiny puts me face to face with him: the vicious CEO who doesn't know who I am but seems to be strangely attracted to my kids. I lie and deny everything out of a desperate attempt to protect my family. However, secrets tend to sneak through gaps, and his intense stare makes me question if he's already piecing things together. I'm stuck now, working for him, battling my emotions, and avoiding adversaries who seem out to bring me down. But nothing scares me more than the reality: what will he do if he finds out the children I vowed to safeguard are really his?
Chapter 1 Uninvited
"Mom, there was a man in the park today," Ethan said, her voice matter-of-fact as she scooped cereal into her mouth.
I rinsed the last dish before turning away from the sink. "What man?"
"The one with the wolf tattoo," Liam said in a lighthearted tone, but his eyes were gleaming.
A shiver went through my body. "What are you talking about?" My heart pounded, but I attempted to speak softly.
"He was sitting on the bench near the swings," Ava, who is usually perceptive, stated. "He gave us a grin. On his arm was a large tattoo.
"Did he say anything to you?" I raised my voice a little.
"No," Ethan said with a grimace. "He just watched us for a little bit."
I gripped the counter tighter. "You should come right to me if you ever see him again. Recognize?"
They all said, "Yes, Mom," but Liam grinned, seeing my discomfort.
Once the children were asleep, I couldn't get this enigmatic guy with the wolf tattoo out of my head. I had put too much effort into keeping our lives simple and secure, and outsiders didn't often visit my tiny village.
When the knock on the door came, I was still deep in meditation.
It was too late to have guests. My heart pounded as I looked at the wall clock and then toward the hallway where my children slept.
I walked carefully to the door. "Who is it?"
"Olivia," murmured a silky, deep voice. I got a chill at the way it encircled my name. "I think you've got something of mine."
My fingertips lingered on the latch as I hesitated. "I have no idea who you are. What would you like?
A pause occurred. "I have no intention of harming you. "Open the door."
Despite my instincts telling me not to, there was something about his tone that made me want to comply. I opened the door just enough to get a glimpse and slowly turned the latch.
And there he was.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with molten amber eyes and black hair that is disheveled. With one arm dropping at his side and the other braced over his head, he reclined lazily on the frame. There it was, a wolf tattoo curving over his muscular arm, as his black T-shirt stretched over his chest.
"Who are you?" With a voice more steady than I felt, I demanded.
His lips curled into a smile that was equal parts enticing and angry. "Name's Asher."
"Asher," I said again, my lips seeming abruptly parched.
His head tilted, "Would you Mind if I come in?"
"I do."
His laugh was gruff and low. "You exercise caution. I like that. His eyes passed over me and lingered for an excessive amount of time. "But we need to talk."
"About what?" I tightened my hold on the door and asked.
"Your kids," he added plainly, and I felt sick to my stomach.
Pulling the door shut behind me, I went outdoors. "Remain clear of them," I growled.
The sneer left Asher's face, but he remained still. The air between us changed, and his gaze darkened.
He continued, "You don't understand," in a quieter, even gentler voice.
"Then explain it to me," I said, concealing my shaking palms with my crossed arms.
He ran a hand through his hair and paused. "It's complicated."
"Complicated doesn't work for me," I yelled. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but my kids aren't part of it."
I retreated till my back was against the door as he took a step closer.
He said, "Olivia," and my knees went weak at the way he pronounced my name. "I'm not your enemy."
"Then why were you watching them?" My voice was little more than a whisper when I asked.
He said, "I wasn't watching them," while maintaining eye contact with me. "I was watching you."
My breath caught. "Me?"
"Yeah," he said, a grin flickering back over his lips. "You."
I detested how my body reacted to him, how he gazed at me as if he already knew every secret I had ever harbored, and how heat erupted in my cheeks.
"I don't even know you," I answered, attempting to sound authoritative but letting my voice falter.
I remained still as he took a step closer. "You will," he responded in a gruff, low voice.
My heart pounded in my chest as I took a deep breath. "You're not making any sense."
As he looked into my eyes, he said, "You feel it, don't you?"
"Feel what?"
"This," he murmured, pointing to us. "The draw. The way you can't take your eyes off of me."
I started to protest, but nothing came out.
"You're in danger, Olivia," he replied, his voice suddenly grave.
"From what?"
"From me," he whispered as he moved closer and closer till I could feel his heat. "But I'll be damned if I let anyone else hurt you."
As his hand rose and his fingers touched my face, I gasped. I detested how much I enjoyed his unexpectedly kind touch.
"This is insane," I said to myself.
"Maybe," he murmured, his mouth forming that annoying grin once again. "But it's real."
I closed my eyes and resisted the urge that seemed to pull me to him as his thumb moved over my jaw.
I said, "You don't even know me," but my words lacked passion.
He said, "I know enough," as his breath warmed my flesh.
"Like what?"
"Like how strong you are," he replied in a quiet, personal tone. "How zealously you defend your children. How lovely you seem when you're furious."
I opened my eyes and looked him in the eye. "You're crazy."
He repeated, "Maybe," his grin growing. "But so are you for letting me this close."
I briefly believed he was going to kiss me as he leaned in. My hands balled into fists at my sides as I resisted the want to draw him nearer, and my heart pounded.
Then, as abruptly as he had emerged, he took a step back, his face once more grave.
"I'll see you soon, Olivia," he replied in a quiet, hopeful voice.
He turned and left before I could reply, vanishing into the darkness.
My body continued to buzz with the electricity of his presence as I stood there, my thoughts racing.
Asher was who? And why did I think that things would never be the same in my life again?
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Tell me how you want this changed!
BLURB:I had hate in my heart when I died. The Moon Goddess herself linked me to a guy who was meant to adore me, but he betrayed me. I was alive and complete five years ago when I opened my eyes once again. I vowed that this time would be different. My so-called fated mate, Darius Blackthorn, would never be allowed to come near me close enough to ruin me once again. Before he could attack, I would forge my own route, guard my heart, and discover the truth about his treachery. However, it seems that destiny is difficult to change. Killian Draven comes in. Perilous, enraged, and all too alluring, he makes me an offer: if I act like his mate, he would shield me from Darius. I shouldn't play that game since it would only lead to heartache. But the longer I'm in Killian's embrace, the more I question if my fate isn't bound to him. Darius then comes after me and says I've been duped and that the betrayal I believed I saw wasn't what it seemed to be. He is battling not just for me but also for our pack's future. And I am really shaken by the facts he exposes. Because if Darius wasn't the one who betrayed me, then who was it? And why does it seem like I could lose more than my heart in this second chance?
The guy I vowed to love till the end deceived me, and I died once. The Moon Goddess, however, wasn't finished with me. She brought me back to life, reincarnating me as a rogue with no identity or memories, just the burning pain of a past I can't quite recall and a blood-thirsty need for revenge. Then I got to know him. Marcus John. The vicious Nightfang Pack's Alpha. Chilly. Without mercy. Dangerously addictive. I despise him. Nevertheless, my wolf awakens when he is close as if she has discovered something she has long since lost. His touch has a quality that seems to be both a blessing and a curse. I'm not sure whether I'm falling for him or if the connection that is bringing us together is what will break me. Because my recollections grow clearer the closer I go to him. And I'll have to choose between kissing him and killing him when I eventually realize who he is.
SYNOPSIS:I thought meeting my mate would be the start of my happily ever after. For a moment, it was. Jacob Jude, the powerful heir of the Golden Claw Pack, ignited a fire in me that I'd never known. Then, in one cruel twist, he shattered my world. With my sight newly restored, I opened my eyes to betrayal-false accusations, heartbreak, and the lifeless body of my twin sister. Losing them both on the same day nearly destroyed me. But someone pulled me back from the edge. Four years later, I'm no longer the fragile, blind girl who was cast aside. I've rebuilt myself, stronger and sharper than ever. Returning to the Golden Claw Pack wasn't in my plans, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because standing at the altar is the man who broke me... and the sister I buried. Now, I have one question-will love or vengeance claim me first?
BLURB:I never imagined that everything might change in a single night. However, I didn't anticipate that Alexander Stone, the mysterious millionaire with the wicked grin, would be the one to haunt both my life and my dreams. We intended for our night together to be a one-time event, a little getaway. I never would have thought that it would result in a secret that would haunt me for five years. My life now involves striking a cautious balance between parenting my daughter, Mia, by myself and apart from a guy who is unaware that he is a father. But I have to deal with him once again once his business purchases my art gallery. All of the memories from that evening flood back as our eyes contact, along with the unmistakable chemistry. I can feel him getting beyond my barriers as he gets closer, but I can't tell him the truth. Not right now. Not when everything I've fought so hard to achieve is in jeopardy. However, when Alexander gives me that resolute look, I understand that I may not be able to maintain my secret for very long. Then he asks me the one thing I'm afraid to respond to: Lena, what happened to you and me? If I told him the truth, would I lose him forever? Or is this my second-our second-chance at a love that can destroy all I've worked so hard to keep safe?
BLURB:I came to Moonshadow chasing folklore and found a mystery far greater than I bargained for. One night with Ethan Blackwood-a man as dangerous as he is alluring-was supposed to be a fleeting indulgence. But when he turned his back on me, cold and distant, I vowed to forget him. I failed. Now, I'm back in Moonshadow with secrets of my own-two growing lives tied to the man who rejected me. But something sinister stalks the shadows of this town, and my investigation is drawing me into a world I never believed existed. Ethan is hiding something, and no matter how hard he tries to keep me away, fate keeps pulling us closer. His icy facade cracks when the danger circles too near, and I discover his truth-a truth that explains everything. Ethan Blackwood isn't just a man. He's a beast bound by laws older than the moon. And now, those laws threaten to destroy us both. When the rogue wolf finally reveals its true target, I'll have to decide: can I trust Ethan to save me and the children he doesn't even know he's fighting for? Or has he already doomed us all?
BLURB: I believed that I had moved on from my past. I resolved to keep my children safe at all means after spending a careless night with a stranger wearing a mask five years ago. I established a peaceful life in a new city, raising my triplets and their younger sister. However, my world starts to fall apart when my sons come back from the bathroom talking about a guy who has a tattoo of a wolf-the same tattoo I will always remember. The next day, destiny puts me face to face with him: the vicious CEO who doesn't know who I am but seems to be strangely attracted to my kids. I lie and deny everything out of a desperate attempt to protect my family. However, secrets tend to sneak through gaps, and his intense stare makes me question if he's already piecing things together. I'm stuck now, working for him, battling my emotions, and avoiding adversaries who seem out to bring me down. But nothing scares me more than the reality: what will he do if he finds out the children I vowed to safeguard are really his?
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."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
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.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"