Evelyn Reed
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Fated to the Dangerous and Possessive Lycan King
Werewolf After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life. The Jilted Heiress And Her Possessive Guardian
Romance Ardella caught her fiancé Braden cheating with an actress in a downtown VIP room.
It was supposed to be a simple business marriage to save her family's bankrupt company.
But instead of supporting her, her uncle and aunt demanded she get on her knees and apologize to the cheating fiancé.
They didn't care about her dignity; they only cared about the merger capital.
Her cousin publicly mocked her, and her uncle threatened to permanently hide the police file revealing who murdered her father if she ruined the deal.
To make matters worse, Ethelbert Stone, the terrifying billionaire who raised her—and the man she was desperately trying to escape—publicly claimed he didn't know her.
Yet, moments later, he trapped her in his car, his eyes filled with a sick, possessive rage, reminding her that every inch of her belonged to him.
She was completely cornered by a cheating fiancé, a parasitic family, and an obsessed former guardian.
They had drained her father's trust fund dry and now wanted to sell her off to cover their debts.
They really thought she was just a helpless pawn they could manipulate and discard at will.
But they were dead wrong.
Ardella calmly wiped her hands after throwing scalding tea at her aunt's feet, staring down at her greedy family.
"The headline tomorrow will read: Price Group Bankrupt, Fails to Sell Niece to Cover Debts."
She backed up the video of her fiancé's betrayal to ten different servers and sent a text to her private investigator.
Tonight, at the elite society dinner, she was going to blow the scandal wide open and drag them all down with her. Broken And Betrayed: A Billionaire's Regret
Modern My ten-year contract marriage was over. I had saved my sister's life by playing wife to a billionaire and mother to his two sons. Today, I was finally free.
But at my stepson's birthday party, my public execution began when a deepfake porn video starring my face was broadcast to all of New York's elite.
Then, my husband's ex-wife, Carolina, orchestrated my downfall. She stabbed herself and blamed me. The boys I raised screamed that I was a monster. And my husband, Justin, believing her lies, beat me so brutally that I miscarried the child I never knew I was carrying.
He chose her. He chose the lie. He let our child die.
But his mother, the woman who orchestrated our marriage, saved me. Months later, my ex-husband and stepsons found me in LA, crying and begging me to come home. I looked at the men who destroyed me and smiled.
"No," I said calmly. "I don't need you anymore." Data of a Broken Heart
Sci-fi The kiss was cold. Not just the late hour, but his eyes, fixated on a spiking graph over my shoulder, measuring my every breath.
"Perfect," Ethan murmured, pulling away. "The oxytocin response was exactly as predicted." He wasn' t talking to me. Our kiss, a desperate attempt to reconnect, was just data for his obsession: Project Seraph.
Our home had become a lab, our life an experiment. I, Ava, a software engineer who' d set aside my career for his, felt like a ghost, a tool in his grand design.
That night, a thin line of light from his locked office door beckoned. I used a backdoor I' d coded years ago.
The room was a laboratory. And in the center, a shimmering, life-sized hologram of Sophia Reed-his dead ex-girlfriend. "Soon, Sophia. Soon you'll be whole again," he vowed, his voice filled with a reverence he hadn't shown me in years.
Then, the horror. He saw me. "Ava? She' s served her purpose. Her neural patterns, her emotional responses… they were the perfect raw data to rebuild you." He filtered out my "weaknesses," my "softness," using our intimacy, our arguments, just to gather data.
I stood frozen. It wasn't just a project. It was a resurrection. And I was the sacrifice. He didn't grieve her; he resented me for not being her. The chilling realization of his malice, extending even to my devastating miscarriage years ago, hit me like a physical blow.
My love turned to ash. I would not be a template. I would not be erased. This wasn't about saving my marriage. This was about survival. And justice. I would burn his project to the ground. The Ex-Wife Who Built An Empire
Modern My mother-in-law, Maria, was crying silently at my kitchen table, her shoulders shaking with a defeated kind of grief.
My husband, Ethan, barely glanced up from his phone.
"Dad had another one of his episodes," he said, dismissively.
This meant Maria, our lifeline for childcare, was being sent back to her abusive husband.
A cold dread settled in my stomach; this was the beginning of the end for my paralegal career.
Then, the strange incidents started with the nannies: a baby monitor blasting static, a gas knob turned on, a back door found wide open.
Terrified, one by one, they all quit, forcing me to give up the job I loved, the independence I cherished.
Ethan, now a newly promoted Regional Director, gloated.
"See? It' s a sign. You' re meant to be home with Maya."
He cut off my access to our joint account, then tossed me a few hundred dollars a week like an allowance, questioning every single purchase.
Our home became a cage, and he was the gatekeeper.
But I wasn' t stupid.
I knew his control was tightening, and I saw a way out.
One night, after he threw a wad of cash in my face and called me a leech, my phone buzzed.
A photo appeared, then quickly vanished: Ethan, arm-in-arm with another woman.
My hands shook with a potent mix of humiliation, rage, and a terrifying clarity.
That night, I hit record on my camera, pouring every ounce of my defiance into my 100th baking video.
The next morning, it went viral. The Violinist's Secret
Modern I spent my childhood isolated, my violin the only companion, fueled by my father's promise: master it, and my estranged mother would return.
She did come back, but not for me. My mother, Sabrina, arrived with a fragile half-brother, Caleb, and eyes that held no warmth, only a chilling disdain.
I quickly discovered I was nothing but a painful reminder of a past she hated. My father, a tech mogul, used Caleb's critical illness as leverage, caging my mother in our sprawling estate. My desperate attempt to help Caleb backfired spectacularly, revealing my own hidden, life-threatening blood disorder.
The world shattered around me overnight. My entire existence was a carefully constructed lie designed by a father who controlled my fate, and a mother who openly despised me, wishing I'd never been born.
Now, with Caleb tragically gone and my parents' twisted war reaching a deadly climax, I must confront the shocking truth of their love, their hatred, and who I truly am amidst the wreckage. The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin
Mafia My life as a mafia princess ended the day Dante Moretti, the new Don, killed my family and seized our home.
Now, I was a prisoner, a humiliated servant scrubbing floors in what was once my mansion, enduring his cruel torment day and night.
He swore my family had destroyed his, and his vengeance was absolute.
Then came the impossible truth: I was pregnant with his child.
A tiny, secret hope, a fragile reason to endure, began to bloom in my heart.
But Dante, spurred by his calculating fiancée, brutally forced me to abort our baby.
He then coldly orchestrated the public murder of my last remaining family-my beloved mother.
My entire world shattered in that moment.
That final act of cruelty extinguished every flicker of hope, leaving nothing but cold, dead ash.
My will to live evaporated, replaced by a quiet resolve to end my suffering.
I prepared my escape, a hidden bottle of pills my one solace, planning to simply fade away.
How could one man inflict such unimaginable pain, destroying everything I held dear, yet haunt my every thought with a past love I tried desperately to bury?
Why, in his eyes, did I see both pure hatred and a possessive darkness that called to something deep within me?
Was there truly no undoing the generational cycle of violence he relentlessly pursued?
On the night he paraded me as a broken trophy before his capos, my family's remaining loyalists stormed the ballroom to kill him.
As a blade lunged for his heart, an instinct, a forgotten echo of a life I thought was gone, made me throw myself in front of him.
But as I shielded the man who utterly ruined me, the poison I had taken hours earlier began its final, irreversible work. From Funeral Home to Fortune: A Thompson's Rise
Romance My father' s funeral was a blur of lilies and hushed condolences.
I stood by his grave, a shell of grief, the world a gray canvas of loss while my fiancé, Ethan, stood beside me, a comforting presence, or so I thought.
Then darkness. I woke on a funeral home couch, voices drifting in.
Ethan' s smooth tones and his father Senator Carter' s icy pronouncements cut through the haze: "With Senator Thompson gone, the girl' s family is... socially irrelevant now." My breath caught, a sharp, bitter thing.
Their casual cruelty laid bare the truth: Ethan's plan to ditch me for a "much better fit" for his ambitions, seeing me only as "yesterday's news."
The man who whispered promises, who held my hand, saw me as nothing more than a discarded stepping stone.
My heart, already shattered by loss, was now brutally re-fractured by their cold, calculated betrayal.
The sheer audacity of it, planning my discard while my father's casket lay near, left me reeling, choked with a humiliating fury. How could they?!
But as the nausea receded, a cold, hard resolve solidified in my gut.
They thought I was irrelevant, that my family's name meant nothing without my father.
I would show them meticulously how relevant the Thompsons still were, and their own PR firm would orchestrate it. He Murdered Our Son, I Faked My Death
Modern A perfect afternoon shattered in an instant, taking my five-year-old son, Leo, who was skipping happily by my side.
I was critically injured, rushed into surgery, my world already in pieces.
But a strange genetic immunity to anesthetics meant I woke up.
And I heard everything.
My husband, Mark, calm and cold, told the doctor, "Remove her uterus. Make sure she can't have any more children."
Then, a phone call.
"The kid is handled," he muttered. "Payment is on its way."
Leo wasn't an accident. He was "handled."
My own husband had our son murdered, and was making me barren to clear obstacles for his other family – a mistress and the teenage son he' d hidden for years.
Every shared moment, every memory, a calculated lie.
My son' s short life, reduced to an inconvenience to be erased.
At Leo's funeral, Mark, his secret family, and his mother celebrated, flaunting their wealth.
His other son, Brody, deliberately kicked Leo's scattered ashes, sneering, "Guess he's really scattered now."
The depths of their depravity turned my raw grief into a cold, unbreakable resolve.
They thought me broken, unstable, weak.
They had no idea that beneath my feigned unconsciousness, a different battle had just begun.
I faked my own death, but my meticulous justice was just beginning. A Mother's Cold Resolve
Modern My 8-year-old daughter, Lily, was diagnosed with a rare, life-threatening heart condition, needing immediate, exorbitantly expensive treatment.
The doctor' s words were a blow, but the real shock came when I learned our entire savings were gone.
My mother-in-law, Carol, had squandered over a hundred thousand dollars on pseudo-scientific "wellness" products from a charismatic online guru, Tiffany Hayes, believing they'd "cure" Lily and bring "good fortune."
Yet, I said nothing. I even "sold" our townhouse to generate $500,000 for Lily's care, depositing it into a new account.
Predictably, within 72 hours, Carol blew almost all of it-including a $200,000 "Bio-Resonance Chamber"-on more of Tiffany's schemes.
My husband, Mark, complicit, claimed to have tried to stop her.
Lily' s 'symptoms,' conveniently coached by Mark and Tiffany, seemed to worsen dramatically.
Everyone witnessed my unsettling calm, mistaking it for passivity or naiveté.
How could I endure such betrayal? Such financial recklessness at the expense of our daughter' s life? But behind my placid exterior, a cold calculation was at play.
For months, I had been watching them, quietly gathering every piece of evidence.
The moment Lily 'collapsed' and we rushed to the hospital, I knew my moment had arrived.
As Mark frantically begged me to call my wealthy parents for a bailout, and a journalist live-streamed, I looked directly at him and stated, "No money, no treatment. I won't lower my lifestyle for this." The outrage was immediate.
They thought I was a monster. But what they didn't know was this was exactly what I wanted them to think. The Son She Chose to Lose
Billionaires I thought I had it all. A quiet, devoted husband David, a brilliant son Ethan heading to college, and a secret life of immense wealth, lavishing affection and luxury on my high school sweetheart Leo and his charming son, Finn. My two worlds never touched, or so I believed.
Then, a frantic call from David. Ethan was gone, a hit-and-run. My careful composure fractured, but I still played the part of the grieving mother. I performed sorrow, wearing a threadbare cardigan over my expensive dress, hoping to conceal my true life.
But David' s eyes, full of a pain I couldn' t counterfeit, saw through me. And then, Leo, my lover, let slip the horrifying truth: Finn, in the luxury car I' d bought him, was behind the wheel. My own son, dead, at the hands of the boy I' d chosen over him.
The carefully constructed walls of my indifference crumbled. Yet, the real blow came reading Ethan' s journal: his quiet dreams, his deep love for his father, and the heartbreaking entries about my blatant neglect. "Mom seems to like Finn more than me." His words, his uncomplaining endurance, shattered me more than any physical pain.
In that raw, desolate moment, surrounded by the remnants of my lies, a new, cold resolve ignited. They took my son. Now, I would make them pay. And I knew precisely how. Shattered Compass, Broken Empire
Xuanhuan I, Ethan Thorne, had quietly ensured my fiancée Seraphina Vance's family wealth for years.
It was a sacred pact, tied to my ancient Thorne Providence, a legacy of power I cherished.
At the grand ballroom, I sought Seraphina, only to find her locked in a passionate kiss with Marcus Blackwood.
She brazenly announced our breakup, publicly mocking me and our past, calling me a "relic."
Then, with chilling contempt, she desecrated our engagement compass, a powerful conduit for her family's prosperity, flicking it to the ground.
The crowd snickered, their whispers fueling her disdain, as she declared it "lost."
My heart, once bruised, solidified into cold, stark resolve as she deliberately shattered the compass, unwittingly destroying the very source of her family's fortune.
She still thought this was about her petty pride or common money, completely blind to the profound act she had just committed.
Unaware of the ancient force she had provoked, she laughed when I offered her a final chance to avert disaster, to simply pick up the pieces.
Then, I calmly revealed her fate: her company would plummet by thirty percent on Monday.
And for her new lover, Blackwood: a crippling leg cramp, within minutes.
He scoffed, mocking my "magic," but then screamed and collapsed, writhing in undeniable agony.
The lavish ballroom fell into a terrifying silence as everyone witnessed the brutal materialization of my words.
Seraphina, her face pale with dawning horror, finally saw the terrifying power she had irrevocably unleashed.
This chilling demonstration was just the first payment for her betrayal. You might like
The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston 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. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila 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. The Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani 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?
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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!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." Bound to the Alpha Commander
Quye Xiaofang I was supposed to be the perfect daughter.
Smile at the rich men my mother chose.
Quit my job as a trauma nurse when one of them finally decided I was worth marrying.
Pretend love did not matter as long as the groom had money, status, and a family name my mother could show off.
Then a gunman broke into my hospital.
I caught him before he could finish what he came to do, and he took me hostage with a pistol pressed to my head.
When he shoved me over the edge of a stairwell, I thought I was going to die.
But Alonso came after me.
The mysterious military commander with no rank on his uniform and an entire room terrified to breathe around him threw himself down the stairs and wrapped his body around mine, taking the concrete with his own back so I would survive.
He was dangerous.
Dominant.
A Wolf from a world I was never supposed to belong to.
I was Wolfless. Ordinary. Nobody.
So why did he look at me like I was the only thing he had been searching for?
Why did he send white roses to my car?
Why did his voice make my body obey before my mind could fight back?
And why did he offer me the one escape my family could never control?
"Marry me," Alonso said. "I protect what is mine."
It was not a normal marriage.
It was a Fated Mate Binding Agreement, a supernatural contract that would place me under his Pack's protection and tie my fate to the most dangerous Alpha I had ever met.
I should have said no.
Instead, I signed.
The next morning, I walked into my parents' house, looked my mother in the eye, and calmly said the one thing she could never undo.
"I got married yesterday."
Alphas Rejection, Supremes Obsession
Cerise R. Wood "You were his Luna," Lucien's voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine."
Evelara's breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I'll fall into your bed just because you're the Supreme?"
A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You'll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit... that I'm the bond he never deserved."
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Evelara Stormrune's life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again.
But fate isn't finished with her...
When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not-ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own.
Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole... or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel? Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Rabbit As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me.
Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King.
My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss.
His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
The Lycan Prince's Puppy
chavontheauthor "You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself.
He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken.
What was I doing?
In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement.
"You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate."
"And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go."
"Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you." 
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