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UntitledRose

UntitledRose's Books(6)

Alpha Sovereign And His Omega

Alpha Sovereign And His Omega

Werewolf
5.0
Living in a pack that prided power and status meant suffering for a weak Omega like me. As if I'd committed some unforgivable sin in my past life, the Moon Goddess chose to double that pain by not giving me a wolf. I couldn't shift. Every passing day, the torture brought upon me by my pack members increases until I find myself constantly seeking death. At the apex of my pain, just when I'm about to reach my breaking point, I decide to run away. I should consider living with my pack members, despite how cruel they are, better than living on the outskirts among rogues, but I don't. I feel free here. Unrestrained. It was during the large hunting season that I met Maximo Wright. He'd been injured...badly and I had to help him. His large frame made keeping him hidden difficult, but I'd managed. The rogues would have me killed if they knew I was harboring a lycan, but I couldn't leave him. Something in him called to me. It couldn't be the mate's bond because he was a lycan, or so I thought. The three months I cared for him only made me more attached, more curious. When he finally woke up, I'd expected him to leave. Thank me for my help maybe. Rather, he bent to nuzzle my neck placing a gentle kiss between my neck and shoulder blades. My breath hitched with the feel of his coarse tongue licking me. Then with a deep groan he mumbled, "Mine." I, Isabella Gomez, the weakest Omega who can't even shift, am the mate of Maximo Wright, the Alpha Sovereign, and the most powerful lycan to ever exist. Isn't that just...wow.
A Contract Marriage

A Contract Marriage

Romance
5.0
A one-night stand. A forced marriage. A contract neither of them wants- And a chemistry neither of them can control. When event planner Selene Hartley crosses paths with billionaire Damien Alaric, sparks fly... and not the good kind. One night of passion turns into a lifetime of complications when Selene is forced to marry the man who just bought her late father's failing empire. Publicly, they're the perfect couple. Privately, they can barely be in the same room without starting a war-or tearing each other's clothes off. But when secrets surface and hearts are caught in the crossfire, will one contract destroy them... or bind them forever? _______ "You're arrogant, rude, and-" "Fascinated by the way you look in that dress." Selene's breath catches as Damien steps in, not touching her, but close enough for the heat to curl between them. "You think one compliment will make me forget your insult?" Damien leans down, his voice like silk over a blade. "No. But I think your lips might shut me up." One second of silence. One shattered line of restraint. They crash into each other-teeth, tongues, need. Her back hits the wall. His hands push up her thigh, dress forgotten. Every kiss a punishment. Every moan a surrender. _____ "This is blackmail." "It's business," Damien says, sliding the contract across the table. Selene's jaw tightens. "You want me to marry you to save your image?" "No. I want you to marry me because your father already signed over the company-and you're the only one with the power to make the transition smooth. One year. Just pretend." "Pretend to be in love with you?" "Exactly," Damien answers coolly. ______ "Why do you keep pushing me?" "Because you push back," Damien murmurs, stepping into her space. "You don't own me." "No," Damien breathes, fingers brushing her cheek, "but I think I'm starting to want to." The kiss this time is slower. Hungrier. Selene pulls his shirt open, buttons scattering. Damien lifts her onto the kitchen counter, lips never leaving hers. "This doesn't change anything," Selene gasps as Damien's mouth trails fire down her neck. "It changes everything," Damien growls against her skin. _________ "You knew you were pregnant and didn't tell me?" "I didn't want to trap you." "You think that's what this is? A trap?" Damien's voice is thunder. "Selene, I would've fought for you. For us. You ran instead, with my fucking baby!!." "Because I was scared," Selene cries. "You terrify me. Because you make me feel things." _________ "I don't have a contract this time," Damien says, holding out a beautiful ring. "No conditions. No time limit. Just you and me. Forever." "Are you still arrogant?" Selene teases, eyes wet. "Always. But only for you." She takes his hand. "Then ask me again." "Marry me, Selene. For real." "Yes," she whispers, and he kisses her.
Moon's Wrath

Moon's Wrath

Fantasy
5.0
Once, Selene was destined to rule the wolves, a princess with the heart of a leader and the strength to carry her pack through any storm. Bound to her mate, Lysander the future seemed perfect, her crown a symbol of power, love, and legacy. But power corrupts, and Lysander-her fated mate-betrayed her in the most brutal way imaginable: he chose his hunger for power over his loyalty to her. Labeled a traitor by her own people and stripped of her title, Selene is forced to surrender her crown. Exiled, abandoned by those she once called family, she is cast out into the wild, a wolf without a pack, a princess without a kingdom. But fate is far from done with Selene. When she stumbles into Rowan, a powerful alpha with eyes that burn with desire and an aura of dominance, she finds herself thrust into a world of danger, passion, and obsession. Rowan is drawn to her in a way that no one has ever been, sensing that Selene is his mate-but there's a catch. Selene already has a mate, and that bond runs deep. She should feel loyalty to Lysander, but the betrayal haunts her, and her heart-though torn-feels something for Rowan, something dark, dangerous, and undeniable. As their connection grows, Selene's enemies close in, determined to crush the last remnants of her power. With Rowan at her side, she prepares to reclaim the kingdom that was stolen from her, but the path is treacherous-and filled with enemies, lies, and blood. Along the way, she must confront her feelings for both Rowan and Lysander, knowing that only one of them can claim her heart-and the other will be lost forever. Rowan, ever loyal, ever obsessive, stands beside her, ready to rip apart anyone who dares stand in her way. His love for her is all-consuming, and he will stop at nothing to see her rise again, to make those who wronged her suffer-and to claim her as his own. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and power is everything, Selene must decide if she can trust again, or if she will continue to walk alone-sword drawn, heart torn, and kingdom at her feet.