In a world where power is currency and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Ramona never expected to become a pawn in a deadly game between supernatural forces. After being captured by Killian, a ruthless Mafia King and Alpha Werewolf, she is thrust into a dangerous realm where dominance rules and secrets can kill. She wants revenge for her father's murder-but when the truth starts unraveling, she realizes nothing is as it seems. In this world of wolves, witches, and war, power is never freely given. It's taken. And the cost? Everything.
"Please-please don't cut off my
hand!"
The desperate plea echoed through the dark chamber, bouncing off the cold stone walls. The scent of damp earth
and blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. The torches lining the walls
flickered weakly, casting long, jagged shadows across the room.
In the center, kneeling on the rough
ground, was a man drenched in sweat. His body trembled violently, his wrists
bound behind his back with thick iron cuffs. His eyes, wide with terror, darted
around the room, searching for mercy in faces that held none. He knew he was in big trouble, and there was no way he would come out of it alive.
He had been starved for days, without food or water. He swallowed
hard, trying to wet his dry throat as he stared up at the silhouette of the
monster before him. The devil, as they would call him.
A heavy silence followed. A deafing silence, one which could make you wonder, what was gonna happen next.
Then, his voice came....
A low, amused chuckle.
Deep.
Cold.
Menacing.
The shadowed figure leaned forward,
elbows resting on his knees, fingers clasped together in a relaxed manner. The light which was dim, adding more tension to the scenery, caught the ink sprawled across his arms-dark tattoos winding up his
biceps, disappearing into the rolled sleeves of his shirt. His broad shoulders,
sculpted with raw power, gave him an almost godlike pres
Alpha Killian.
The devil himself. That's what he liked to be called.
The traitor's breath hitched as he tried again, his voice breaking. "Please, I swear by the Moon Goddess, I did try! I did! I..." His desperate pleas, were cut short by a chuckle, this one darker, mocking, showing non-chalance.
"You want me to spare you?"
Killian's voice was deep, rough, filled with a quiet kind of malice. He tilted his head slightly, watching the man shake.
Pathetic. That's what he thought about the fucking traitor. The fool thought, he could betray his pack, and walk away freely, and now, here he was begging for his life.
The traitor nodded frantically. "I
promise, Alpha. I'll do anything. I'll go back, I'll get the intel. Just please, spare me". He pleaded, crying bitterly.
Killian exhaled, sitting back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on the man before him. He wasn't in a rush. He
enjoyed watching his prey squirm, relished the taste of their fear.
It was intoxicating. It satisfies him when they begged for mercy, it made him feel like a god, and he was one, both in the human realm, and in the supernatural realm.
"I sent you on a mission, to our rival pack," he mused, his voice calm, deliberate. "A mission that required nothing but stealth, precision, and loyalty."
The kneeling man shuddered, his head bent in shame.
"And yet..." Killian leaned
forward again, his lips curling into something that wasn't quite a smile. "You went there and spent the night in some filthy brothel with cheap
whores. And now..." His voice dropped to a near whisper, lethal and laced with venom. "You expect me to believe you were doing your job?. Do you know how many of my men I lost, because your foolish actions on giving us the wrong intel?" Killian asked, fisting his hands, like he was about to throw a punch.
"I...I wasn't thinking, Alpha..." He replied, sniffing like a child.
"Hmmm....That much is clear" Killian replied, uninterested.
The room fell silent again. The only sound was the soft crackling of the torches. The other pack warriors stood in a
rigid line along the walls, their expressions void of sympathy.
They knew better.
There was no redemption for a betrayer!
Only death, was the punishment, befitting for one.
Killian stood, his movements slow, calculated. He licked his lips, and looked anywhere else, but at the coward kneeling before him.
The man flinched at the sheer size of him, the way his muscles
tensed beneath his black shirt, the deadly grace in his stance.
A sharp glint of steel caught the light.
The traitor's eyes widened in horror as he recognized the weapon in Killian's grip, a gleaming blade, curved and
wickedly sharp. He knew, it was time.
"N-no, please, Alpha-please, I
swear". He yelled at the top of his voice, crying bitterly.
Killian exhaled, tilting his head as if considering his plea, smirked, and then, with a ghost of a smirk, he spoke the words that sealed the man's fate.
He crouched down to the man's level, and whispered "Swearing by the Moon Goddess means nothing when you have no honor."
And then...
A scream.
A sickening, wet sound of flesh parting beneath cold metal. Blood splattered across the stone floor. The traitor's cry of agony ripped through the chamber, raw and unfiltered. His severed hand dropped to the ground with a dull thud.
Killian wiped the blade clean against the man's hair, watching him writhe.
He felt nothing, than pleasure, watching as the blood dripped down the man's hand.
Turning to his warriors, he spoke, his voice firm, emotionless.
"Let this serve as a reminder to
all." He met their gazes, unyielding. "Betrayal is met with
punishment. Failure is met with consequences."
Then, his cold eyes returned to the bleeding, sobbing mess at his feet.
"Dispose him." And just like that, the Devil walked
away.
Caroline Alexander had finally escaped her abusive billionaire husband-only to watch him marry her own cousin. Betrayed, broken, and penniless, she vowed revenge. But before she could act, a bullet ended her life. Or so she thought. In the afterlife, the gods offer her a deal: thirty days back in the world of the living. But not as herself. Caroline wakes up in the body of a wealthy heiress-one who has spent the last twenty years in a coma, surrounded by enemies who want her dead. With only a month to settle two scores-her own and the heiress'-Caroline must navigate a web of deception, power, and deadly secrets. But as the clock ticks down, one question remains: Can she get her revenge before her borrowed time runs out?
Seven years ago, Layla ruled. The Queen Bee of university life, she toyed with hearts-until Roman. He was supposed to be just another conquest, the quiet engineering student who didn't care about her games. But when she made him fall, she never expected to fall harder. Then everything shattered. Layla left him broken, and just days later, his little sister died alone. Now, Roman is no longer the bookish boy she knew-he's a ruthless billionaire, powerful, untouchable... and out for revenge. When Layla, drowning in debt and desperation, seeks his help, he offers her a deal: five years as his. His to command. His to break. She refuses. Roman smirks. Then you're not desperate enough yet. But when she has no other choice, Layla signs away her freedom, stepping into a game of obsession, pain, and something far more dangerous-old desires that refuse to die. He swore he'd ruin her. She swore she'd never love him again. But the past has secrets, and when they surface, neither will ever be the same. In a battle of love and vengeance, the heart is the deadliest weapon of all.
Rocco Montenegro is Spain's most feared mafia lord-ruthless, untouchable, and merciless. The boy who once knew warmth and friendship died alongside his mother's screams, leaving only a man built from shadows and vengeance. He trusts no one. He loves no one. Sienna Wilson has spent her life searching for answers. Her mother left home one evening and never returned, leaving her trapped in the child care system, alone and forgotten. The only piece of her past that remains is a hazy memory of Rocco, the boy who once made her laugh-the only person who ever felt like home. When fate brings her into Rocco's world again-as his personal chef-she expects to find her childhood friend. Instead, she meets a man who is cold, cruel, and terrifying. A man who insults her, tests her, and pushes her to the edge. But despite his arrogance, despite his lethal reputation, she refuses to be afraid. She doesn't know the truth. She doesn't know that Rocco's father is the reason her mother never came home. And Rocco? He swore never to let her get close. But the past has a way of creeping in, and the more she fights him, the more he remembers. She was never meant to be in his world. He was never meant to want her. But some destinies cannot be rewritten-no matter how deadly the cost.
Rita Devilroke loved Leandro Riquel with everything she had. He swore to give her the world, but when love wasn't enough, he left. No warning. No goodbye. Just gone. Three years later, he returns as a billionaire, ruthless and untouchable. Rita, still clawing her way through life, refuses to be a chapter in his redemption story. But Leandro didn't come back to apologize, he came back to claim her. This time, she's the one with the power to break him
I once believed I understood love, passion, and longing, until I met him. He turned my world on its axis, making me the object of his obsession while he became the embodiment of my deepest transgression. I became his devoted lover; he became my salvation. He commanded me with unyielding intensity, and I, in turn, surrendered completely to his will.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
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.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.