Blurb: "I, Alpha Killian Vance, reject you, Evangeline Frost, as my mate." With those cold words, my destiny was shattered. Framed for a crime I didn't commit, rejected by the golden Alpha I had secretly loved for years, I was hunted like an animal by the very pack I called home. Forced to the edge of the border cliff, I chose freedom over a fake trial. I jumped. And the black ocean swallowed the weak, broken Omega whole. Two years later, Blackwood’s invincible Alpha falls into an ambush. He wakes up chained in silver, bleeding and broken, expecting a monster. Instead, I step out of the shadows. No longer a packless slave, but the supreme Sovereign of the Night, burning with lethal hybrid blood and wearing a crown of ruby and ice. I grip his golden hair, forcing his proud head back as my fangs slide out. “Now, Alpha Vance... who is the master, and who is the dog?” Killian is desperate to crawl back to me, his inner wolf begging for my venom, but a Scorpio never forgets. Will the Alpha’s lethal addiction be his salvation, or will my vengeance burn both our kingdoms to ash?

She stole my life. She walked into my marriage. She made the biggest mistake of her afterlife. I was the true heiress of the Thorne legacy, discarded and sold to a monster. But before I could take my seat at the table, she arrived—a thief who hijacked my body and forced me into the silent shadows of my own mind. Now, I am a ghost in my own skin. And I have a front-row seat to her inevitable failure. I watch her flirt with my husband, Damian Thorne. I watch her fumble through a game of power she doesn’t understand. I watch her dig a grave for us both. Damian is the most dangerous man in the city, and he’s not falling for her act. He’s closing in. He can smell the rot beneath her skin, and he’s sharpening his blade to cut it out. She thinks she has "plot armor." She thinks she’s untouchable because she knows the story. She’s about to find out that being "the weak sister" was just a mask I wore to survive. And now that I’m dropping the act? The imposter is the one who should be praying for mercy. This is a Hostile Takeover. She thinks she’s the protagonist, but she’s just a liability in my portfolio. I’m done being the silent observer. I’m back to reclaim my body, my husband, and my throne. I’m not here to negotiate. I’m here to liquidate.

When Ivy Bennett’s father disappears overnight, he leaves behind only two things: crushing debt… and her name on a contract belonging to the most feared mafia king in New York. Lucien Moretti is cold, untouchable, and dangerously beautiful—the kind of man people lower their voices around. The kind of man who ruins lives without raising his own voice. Ivy was supposed to be temporary collateral. A debt to collect. A girl trapped inside a monster’s world. Instead, she becomes the one thing Lucien can’t control. Between midnight coffees, violent secrets, and a dangerous attraction neither of them can survive, Ivy slowly discovers the terrifying truth behind the rumors: The mafia king doesn’t just want to own her. He’s becoming addicted to her. But monsters don’t fall in love without destroying everything around them first. And Lucien Moretti has never been known for mercy.

She was the wolf everyone underestimated—a "weak" outsider rejected by the future Alpha of the Rimlock pack. But Phoebe held a secret that would shatter their world: she wasn't just a wolf; she was the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess, disguised in silver fur. Years later, while living in the shadows of her past, destiny intervenes. Jason, the powerful Alpha of the Blue Moon pack, has spent a decade searching for his fated mate. When he finally crosses paths with Phoebe, he knows instantly—she is his Moon Goddess. But winning her heart won't be easy. He must prove that he is worth the second chance she never thought she’d get, while protecting her from an ancient, royal threat that aims to destroy the very bond that could save their world.

“He wanted a servant. He never realized he had married a Queen—and that the child he called 'his' was the blood of his greatest rival.” For five years, I was Julian Thorne’s invisible wife. I scrubbed his floors, mended his ties, and stayed silent while my husband and my own sister plotted to erase me. I played the role of the spineless wallflower because I had one reason to live: my son. Julian believed the boy was his, and as long as he thought he was raising an heir, my child was safe. But I was living in a den of vipers. My husband didn’t just grow tired of me—he conspired with my sister to stage my "death" and steal my life. They threw me into the gutter, believing I would vanish. They were wrong. I am Elinor Mountbatten, the rightful heir to a throne the world forgot. I have returned from the ashes, and I am not here to crawl—I am here to burn their world to the ground. But I’m playing a game more dangerous than I imagined. Alistair Kane—the billionaire kingmaker who controls the city’s pulse—has been hunting for the woman who saved his life five years ago. He is cold, lethal, and currently obsessed with my sister, the imposter who stole my identity. I’ve entered his world as his most trusted consultant, watching from the shadows as he protects the parasite who is draining his empire dry. He thinks he’s found his savior. He has no idea that the "consultant" at his side is the woman he’s been hunting. But the most devastating secret isn't my return. It’s the truth about my son. Julian Thorne thinks he’s raising an heir, and my sister thinks she’s secured her future. They have no idea that the child they’ve manipulated for years is not Julian’s blood. He is the living secret between the King of this city and the Queen who is dismantling it. Julian Thorne thinks he’s finally free of me? Wait until he realizes that the woman he threw away has the billionaire’s sword in her hand—and that the child he’s using as a shield is the only thing that will destroy him. He fell for the wrong woman. She’s playing the right game.

Cass has known only rejection. Cast aside by her pack and humiliated by her fated mate, she is a soul forged in the fires of unfair judgment and endless pain. They think she is worthless—broken and unwanted. But they have no idea what is truly hidden beneath her skin. When Alexis, a man who knows nothing of "boys' games," steps into her life, everything changes. He is everything her former mate is not: dangerous, commanding, and obsessed with claiming her. He doesn’t see a burden; he sees a queen. As Cass grapples with her newfound power and the raw intensity of a bond she never expected, she realizes that being rejected was never her end—it was her awakening. The wolves who once cast her out are about to learn that when you break a girl who has nothing left to lose, you create a force that will tear their world apart.

Raven has spent her whole life loving a man who never truly saw her. To Ares Windsor, she was only his fiancée’s quiet younger sister — the invisible girl standing in the background while he loved someone else. But on the day of the wedding, everything changes. When her sister disappears without a trace, Raven is forced to walk down the aisle in her place… and marry the cold, ruthless billionaire she’s secretly loved for years. Ares never wanted her. He barely looks at her. And every night in their luxurious marriage feels like another cruel reminder that she was only the replacement bride. But Raven is done being invisible. If fate trapped her in this marriage, then she’ll fight for the only man she’s ever loved — even if it destroys her heart in the process. Because in the Windsor family, love was never gentle. It was war.

Cassian Vale was built to survive. Former black-ops weapon. Mercenary commander. The kind of man people whispered about long after the blood dried. He doesn’t sleep much. Doesn’t speak unless necessary. And absolutely does not let people touch him. Then he meets Evelyn Mercer. A reckless underground mechanic with grease on her cheeks, unpaid parking tickets stuffed in her pockets, and a terrifying lack of survival instincts. The first time Cassian sees her, she crashes an ice cream truck into the middle of his assassination. The second time, she insults his armored vehicle to his face. The third time? She stitches a bullet wound into his shoulder while threatening to poison his coffee if he twitches again. Evie thinks Cassian is emotionally constipated, vaguely homicidal, and incapable of acting like a normal human being. Unfortunately, she might be falling for him anyway. And Cassian— Cassian is beginning to realize that Evelyn Mercer is far more dangerous than any weapon he’s ever faced. Because for the first time in years… The monster is hesitating.

The last thing Isolde felt was the cold steel of the guillotine, and the last thing she heard was the righteous applause of the man she had sacrificed everything for: her fiancé, Valerius. He had preached mercy while he bled her kingdom dry, and he had promised her eternity while he signed her death warrant. She died a saint in the eyes of the public, and a fool in the eyes of the gods. When she wakes up on the eve of their engagement, the girl who believed in love is dead. In her place is a woman who has tasted the blade, learned the taste of her own betrayal, and returned to ensure that Valerius feels every ounce of the agony he once dealt her. To tear down a kingdom, Isolde needs a monster. She turns to Sebastian, the Regent whose cruelty is the only thing keeping the empire from total collapse. He is not a man to be tamed; he is a predator who has been waiting for someone like Isolde to finally give him a reason to burn it all down. They are a union of ruin. He provides the power; she provides the plan. And as they drag the Church, the crown, and the nobility into the fire, they discover that the most dangerous thing in the world isn't a heart of gold—it’s a heart made of ash. “You wanted a martyr, Valerius? I’m here to show you what happens when the ashes start to breathe.”

They called her cursed long before she ever touched a dragon. At Dragon Rite Citadel — where riders are forged for war and nearly half the students die before graduation — dragons are everything. Your worth. Your future. Your right to exist. And Lyra Vale has none. Since birth, dragons have snarled at her, recoiled from her, even tried to kill her. Students whisper when she passes. Priests call her blighted. The academy waits for her to fail. Only her father believes the truth hidden inside her blood may be tied to an ancient legend buried beneath the Citadel itself. The Crowned Dragon. A creature older than kingdoms. Older than empires. A dragon so powerful that even other dragons bow in fear. When the sacred Dragon Bridge Rite begins, everyone expects Lyra to die in the caverns below the mountain. Instead, every dragon erupts into chaos. And then— Silence. From the darkness, the last Crowned Dragon awakens. Before the entire kingdom, the ancient beast lowers its massive crowned head before the girl the world called cursed. Now the academy fears her more than death itself. As kingdoms prepare for war and forbidden truths rise from the ashes of history, Lyra discovers the terrifying secret hidden at the heart of the Rider Order: Humans were never chosen by dragons. They enslaved them. And the dragons have been waiting centuries for someone to set them free.

They call me a monster. A ruthless exile deemed unworthy of love by the Moon Goddess herself. My existence is built on shadows and violence, a life defined by the dragon elders' rejection. I have never known kindness, only fear—until I found her. She was a fragile thing, hiding in the rot of the forest, eyes like amethysts, trembling as if I were the devil incarnate. To her, I am a nightmare wrapped in scars. But the Goddess was wrong. She claimed I could never be mated because of my tainted bloodline, yet when our paths crossed, the ancient bond sparked into life. I am a dragon cast out from everything I once knew, and she is the delicate light that could either save my soul or burn me to ash. They want me gone, but for her, I will bring the world to its knees.

They call it a fated bond—a promise of "forever." But for me, it was a death sentence. Jacob Taylor was supposed to be my soulmate, the other half of my heart. Instead, he became the man who shattered my life when his father forced him into an arranged mating with someone else. Now, carrying a secret that could destroy us both, I am forced to flee. I am Jolene Garrett, a white wolf and a healer. My own pack has become a cage of betrayal, and my former lover’s family is a threat to the life growing inside me. With nowhere left to turn, I am running to the wild mountains of Montana—to the White Moon Pack. They think I’m just a broken healer seeking refuge, but they don't know the truth. I will do whatever it takes to protect my child, even if it means leaving the wolf I loved behind forever. The past is dead. The future is mine to forge.

In the Silver Moon Pack, Seraphina Novak was nothing but meat. As a "worthless, packless Omega" who couldn't even shift, she spent her youth scrubing the floors of the pack castle. But on her eighteenth birthday, the universe played a cruel joke—it tied her soul to Kilian, the ruthless, newly crowned Alpha, as his Fated Mate. Instead of salvation, Seraphina received the ultimate humiliation. To secure a political alliance with her cruel, golden-child sister, Kilian tore the sacred bond apart in front of the entire pack: “I, Alpha Kilian, reject you as my mate. You are too weak to bear my heirs, and too worthless to lead my pack.” Stripped of her mother’s heirlooms and bleeding from the agonizing rejection, Seraphina was exiled into a deadly, unforgiving blizzard. The pack celebrated her departure, assuming the fragile, red-haired girl would freeze to death in the wilderness. They didn’t know that extreme despair is the perfect catalyst for a sleeping god. Four years later. The Silver Moon Pack is hosting a grand Supernatural Summit, desperately trying to beg for the favor of the Firstborns—the oldest, most terrifying Lycan family in existence. When the grand doors swing open, the "worthless exile" returns. Draped in emerald silk and dripping in wealth, Seraphina walks in. She isn't a broken Omega anymore. She is the shadow king of the supernatural black market, a Grand Master Witch, and the holder of the extinct Royal White Wolf lineage. With a single flick of her wrist, she bankrupts the Silver Moon’s entire empire. Furious and jealous, Kilian and her sister demand the guards throw the "trash" out. But the room falls into a suffocating, lethal silence. Alistair Von Rothschild, the centuries-old, platinum-haired ruler of the Firstborns—a man whose very name is a death sentence—descends from his throne. Ignoring the trembling Alpha entirely, Alistair drops to one knee before Seraphina. His striking violet eyes burn with a lethal possessiveness as he kisses her knuckles: “My Queen, you kept me waiting.” As Alistair’s ancient aura crushes the room, Kilian’s wolf soul instantly forces him to his knees, shattering his pride at the feet of the woman he once threw away.

“I didn’t pull the trigger to kill her. I pulled it to make her a ghost the world would stop hunting.” To save her from a shadow syndicate’s execution order, elite assassin Sebastian Vance had to do the unthinkable: put a bullet in the chest of the only woman who made him feel human. One shot. A jagged cliff. He watched Alexandra plunge into the raging black sea, leaving him a hollow, grieving monster trapped in a mansion of echoes. Now, he lives as a ghost—haunted by her memory, bleeding for a phantom. He doesn’t know their lethal chemistry was written in blood a decade ago. He doesn't know he was the caged boy her father died to rescue. He just knows his soul drowned in that water with her. Sebastian stalks the dark, burning his empire to ash to avenge her death. He is entirely consumed by his grief. But Alexandra didn't drown. She’s crawled out of the sea, ice in her veins and a blade in her hand. She is stepping out of the shadows to become the very ghost that hunts beside him. Sebastian thinks he’s being haunted by love—but he’s about to realize his beautiful phantom has come back to help him execute the dark.

"If you're still single by thirty, I'll marry you." That was the promise Julian made a decade ago. Clara clung to those words, treating them as her only reason to survive. But at twenty-nine, instead of a wedding gown, she found herself draped in a patient's robe, staring at a terminal diagnosis. As she struggles to let go, she watches the man she’s loved for ten years—a brilliant, cold-hearted cardiac surgeon—lavish his tenderness on another woman. With time running out, Clara must decide: will she confess the truth of her broken heart, or will she quietly fade away, leaving her love as a secret buried in the snow?

Clara Gu once believed that ten years of devotion could build a lifetime of love. But when Julian Lin, her fiancé, abandoned their wedding at the eleventh hour for his former flame, Eva, Clara realized her entire world was built on illusions. Now, bound by a forced marriage of convenience and carrying a secret that could change everything, Clara finds herself trapped in a cycle of cruelty and obsession. As dark secrets from Eva’s past begin to surface, Clara must fight to protect the only thing that matters—her unborn child—while Julian is blinded by a vendetta fueled by lies. In a world of power, betrayal, and broken promises, will Clara find her way to the light, or will the weight of the past bury them all?

Clara never thought she would see Julian again, not after reading the heartbreaking news of his suicide. A world-renowned genius pianist lost to his own darkness—until a freak accident sends Clara back twelve years to the day they were seventeen. With only seven days to rewrite fate, she realizes the car accident that nearly ended her life was a twisted act of destiny. Armed with the secret of his future tragedy, Clara must navigate a high-stakes game of time and secrets to save the boy who secretly loved her for a lifetime. Will she be able to silence the chaos and ensure he plays for the world, and for her, once more?

He was dying on rain-soaked asphalt when soft hands saved him. In his delirium, Alpha Nikolai Volkov gave the sacred Moonshadow Medallion to the woman he believed fate had chosen — his true savior, his future Luna. But the woman who claimed the medallion was a desperate thief. Now the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast is publicly courting the liar who stole his salvation, while systematically destroying the real woman who saved his life — his betrothed, the graceful heiress Elena Voss, whose healing touch still haunts his dreams. Elena watches the man destined for her worship another. Nikolai’s wolf grows more feral every time she’s near. When the truth finally bleeds into the light, the ruthless Alpha will stop at nothing to grovel, chase, and claim the woman he betrayed. But some wounds run deeper than even a healer can mend.

He was supposed to watch her, not fall for her. Valentina Moretti is the beautiful mafia wife everyone envies and nobody saves. Trapped in a violent marriage, she survives by staying quiet, sharp, and one step ahead of dangerous men, until Adrian Volkov enters her life. Her new bodyguard is all scars, cold stares, and controlled violence. The kind of man who looks born to ruin people. The kind of man she should fear. Instead—she starts craving the way he watches her. But Adrian is hiding secrets dark enough to destroy them both., because the man protecting her…might be the same man sent to betray her. And in a world ruled by blood, guns, and loyalty—falling in love with the enemy may be the deadliest mistake of all.

The men at Blackridge decided Emily Carter was weak long before they learned her name. Quiet women didn’t survive there. Not in a place built from concrete, bruises, and men who mistook cruelty for strength. From the second she arrived, the jokes started. “Careful,” Ryan laughed during drills. “She might break a nail.” Marcus made her carry extra weight packs. Jake called her “Princess” every chance he got. And Emily? She never reacted. Never argued. Never fought back. That only made them push harder. Because silence in Blackridge wasn’t seen as dignity. It was seen as permission. Then came the locker room. Steam curled through the fluorescent lights as Emily pulled off her training shirt—and the entire room went dead silent. Scars. Massive ones. Burned deep across her back and shoulders. Jagged. Twisted. Like someone had tried to tear her apart and failed. For one second, nobody laughed. Then Ryan smirked. “Well damn,” he said. “What attacked you? A lawn mower?” Marcus stepped closer, staring openly now. “Maybe that’s why she acts so weird,” he muttered. “Maybe she’s damaged.” The laughter came back louder this time. Crueler. Emily grabbed for her shirt, but Marcus caught the fabric first. “Relax,” he mocked softly. “We’re just curious.” Her breathing broke instantly. Hands trembling. Eyes unfocused. And for the first time since arriving at Blackridge— Emily Carter cracked. She dropped onto the cold tile floor trying to breathe while the room watched her fall apart. Some laughed. Some stared. Nobody helped. Then the locker room door exploded open. “STEP AWAY FROM HER.” The voice hit the room like a gunshot. General Robert Hayes stood in the doorway, eyes burning with something far worse than anger. Recognition. The room went silent. Hayes looked at Emily. Then at the scars on her back. And suddenly his face changed. Not shock. Not pity. Guilt. Heavy. Immediate. Devastating. Marcus frowned. “Sir…?” Hayes stepped forward slowly. Then spoke words that made the blood drain from every face in the room. “You idiots,” he said quietly. "Shut your mouths! Do you even know who she is?" Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then Hayes looked directly at Jake Miller. And what he said next nearly destroyed him.