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Betrayed by her Blood. Claimed by the Night.

Betrayed by her Blood. Claimed by the Night.

(18+ Warning: This novel contains explicit scenes of violence, aristocratic cruelty, sexual content, and themes of blood magic, non-consensual binding, and character trauma.) Sofia Quispe was never meant to be a simple noble. As the supposed pureblood heir to the powerful Abribi Covenant, her fate was sealed in a political Blood Union to three powerful vampire princes: the dominant Zilo Graves, the ruthless Klaus Blackwell, and the ambitious Zack Rivera. This union was meant to secure the throne and unite the kingdom. But during the Ceremony of Binding, the blood doesn't lie. When Sofia fails to Awaken her vampiric gifts, a desperate bloodline test reveals the shattering truth: she is not a pureblood noble, but a disgraced Dhampir-half-human, half-vampire-the product of her deceased mother's forbidden betrayal. In the rigid aristocracy of the vampire world, Dhampirs are considered abominations, a stain on bloodline purity. Renounced by her enraged father, Lord Quispe, and brutally rejected by the Princes who fear political ruin, Sofia is cast out of the Covenant citadel and into the perilous human world, a day-walker with no power, plagued by the maddening Blood Hunger caused by the trio's incomplete Blood Mark. Rock bottom forces her into the shadows of the city, where she works at a supernatural bar, fighting to control the erratic power surges of her cursed bond. When a violent attack by feral vampires leaves her vulnerable, she is saved by Phuwin Montague, a powerful, enigmatic Vampire Sovereign from a rival faction. Phuwin sees not a flaw, but a unique political weapon-a Dhampir marked by a Prince. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Sofia trains with an ex-military vampire hunter, learning to master her hybrid nature and the dark potential of her blood. But the psychic echoes of the incomplete bond still haunt her, pulling her
The Invisible Omega: Awakening the Secret White Wolf

The Invisible Omega: Awakening the Secret White Wolf

For three years, I was the invisible Omega scrubbing Alpha Kane’s floors, hiding the secret that we were Fated Mates. I thought my silence and devotion would eventually win him over, especially after I shifted to save his life from a mutated bear. But then I heard his voice through the Mind-Link, cold and mocking, speaking to Serra, the woman he intended to make Luna. "She is just a tool," he laughed. "A shield to keep the elders off my back while I secure our alliance. You are the only one I want." My heart shattered, but the true knife twist came during the rogue ambush at the bar. While I was cornered by a wolf wielding a knife, Kane didn't even look at me. He threw his body over Serra, letting rogues tear his flesh to protect her, while leaving me to die. He broke every instinct of the mate bond to save a woman who didn't even have a scratch on her. I watched him bleed for her, and my love finally turned to ash. I didn't wait for him to heal. I didn't wait for him to realize Serra was actually a human spy using dark magic to fool the pack. I severed the bond, rejected him under the full moon, and walked into the snow. Five years later, a crippled, broken Alpha crawled to the border of my new territory. "Lilith, please," Kane begged, kneeling in the frost, his eyes desperate. "I was a fool. I need you." I looked down at him, my hand resting securely in the grip of the most powerful Alpha in the North. "You don't need me, Kane," I said coldly. "You just need someone to save you from the hell you built."
Rejected By The Prince, Hunted By The Lycan

Rejected By The Prince, Hunted By The Lycan

I died on a modern battlefield, only to wake up in the body of a "wolfless" noble girl named Kimberley Oliver. Before I could even process my transmigration, a heavy weight crushed my ribs. My greedy aunt had drugged my tea and paid a filthy street thug to ruin my innocence in the dead of night. She wanted to stage a scandalous scene so my betrothed, the Crown Prince, could legally tear up our royal marriage pact. I used my operative instincts to shatter my attackers' bones and turn the trap against them. But when the Prince arrived, he didn't care about the truth. Looking at my frail, powerless body, he refused to believe a cripple could defend herself. "I will personally petition the King tomorrow morning to dissolve our royal betrothal. Clear out this filth." He looked at me with pure disgust and mercilessly annulled our engagement on the spot. In this werewolf kingdom, being born without an inner beast made you lower than dirt. My predecessor had lived her entire life terrified, bullied, and was ultimately murdered in the dark by her own family while everyone watched. But I am not that fragile, weeping orphan anymore. I escaped the estate, broke into a quarantined tavern, and robbed the kingdom's most terrifying, paralyzed Lycan warlord blind—taking his gold, his royal cloak, and a ratty handkerchief that made him scream in agony. Every single debt they owe her, I am collecting in blood.
The Crippled Alpha's Secret Wolfless Bride

The Crippled Alpha's Secret Wolfless Bride

I was born a Wolfless runt in the Glenn pack, treated as a genetic defect, while my younger sister Arleth was hailed as our territory's miracle Healer. To secure our borders, my father sold me to the Blood River Pack as a sacrificial bride to Blaine Wells, a crippled, scarred Alpha tyrant rumored to murder every woman sent to his bed. In my past life, I obediently accepted my fate, hoping to buy peace for my family. I had no idea they had completely stripped me of my life's work behind my back. They stole my secret herbal research, took my healing potions, and handed all my glory to Arleth. Even my fiancé, Keanu, broke our promises to betroth her instead. "She was a Wolfless waste. Sacrificing her was the only useful thing she ever did." They left me to freeze to death in the northern wasteland, stepping over my corpse to claim the Alpha throne using my stolen ancestral cures. Until the freezing snow choked my throat, I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so ruthlessly cruel. Why did they steal everything I created just to feed me to a monster? Gasping for air, I opened my eyes and found my fingers tangling in the heavy silk sheets of a penthouse bedroom. I had returned to the exact night I was sold to the crippled Alpha. This time, I would cure his silver-poisoned legs and turn their worst nightmare into my greatest shield.