Xiao Mao Mao
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The Hidden White Wolf's Fated Mate
Werewolf I have been a ghost for two years, drifting behind the man who cursed my name. Silas is now a billionaire Alpha, ruling his empire with his new fiancée, while I am just a forgotten phantom.
Eight years ago, to save my dying mother and protect Silas from execution, I was forced by a rival Alpha to sign a false confession of treason. I had to publicly reject Silas as my mate, shattering our bond.
My sacrifice was in vain. My mother died that night. Silas, consumed by hatred, left me to rot in the dungeons, bound by toxic silver chains that destroyed my vocal cords. Stripped of my pack, I became a wandering rogue. For six years, I lived in the slums, spending my meager earnings to secretly pray for his success. When we finally crossed paths again, he watched debt collectors beat me half to death in an alley. He threw a stack of bills at my bleeding face.
"Take this charity and disappear from my territory forever."
I died shortly after, struck by a truck on a cold street. Because I was a packless rogue, my death made no sound. My broken body lay unclaimed in a morgue for an entire year. He built his glorious life fueled by his eternal hatred for me, never knowing my love for him was the only thing keeping me alive.
Now, sitting in his luxurious club, Silas commands his men to drag me before him to humiliate me. But how will the great Alpha react when he finds out the traitor he wants to punish is already dead? Rising From Ashes: The Divorced Heiress
Modern When Seraphina handed the divorce papers to her billionaire husband, she just wanted to end their suffocating marriage.
Instead of signing, Julian burned the documents in the fireplace and declared her his eternal prisoner.
"You will live in this house and be reminded every single day of the sister you took from me."
He firmly believed she had murdered her sister, Isabelle—the only woman he ever truly loved.
Driven to absolute despair, Seraphina falsely confessed to the crime just to force him to let her go.
But Julian used her broken words to completely destroy her.
He threw her out of the estate into the freezing rain, where she was struck by a speeding car.
While she lay in the hospital with broken bones, her own family disowned her for ruining their business ties.
Then, the police arrived to arrest her for Isabelle's murder, a final deadly trap orchestrated by Julian himself.
She had lost her dignity, her family, and nearly her freedom, tortured by a man who only saw a ghost when he looked at her face.
Why did she have to bear the weight of a crime she didn't commit, stripped of everything she ever had?
Saved from prison by a friend's legal team, Seraphina left the city with nothing but her shattered pride.
Four years later, she stepped out of the airport with her two children, no longer the fragile victim they broke.
This time, she was back. Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Two Million
Modern Ava worked three grueling jobs just to cover her grandmother's medical bills. The only bright spot in her exhausting life was her wealthy, loving boyfriend, Spencer.
That was until a high-paying delivery order led her straight to his penthouse. Standing outside the ajar door, she heard his friends laughing.
"It was just a hundred-dollar bet to see how fast the charity case would fall for me."
Spencer's cruel chuckle shattered her world.
After Ava dumped her delivery order of spaghetti and wine over him and his snobby friends, their retaliation was swift.
They filed a fake complaint and got her fired from her only remaining job.
That same night, the hospital called. Her grandmother was in acute heart failure, needing an emergency surgery that cost more money than Ava could ever imagine.
Cornered, jobless, and watching her grandmother slip away, Ava had no choice but to dig through an alley dumpster.
She frantically retrieved the bizarre contract she had thrown away yesterday: an offer from Spencer's billionaire grandfather to marry his comatose heir in exchange for two million dollars and her grandmother's life.
She signed her life away to the Carlisle dynasty to save the only family she had left.
But when her recovering grandmother eagerly asked to meet her new fiancé, the grandfather needed a stand-in.
"You will pretend to be her loving fiancé, or you are cut off from this family forever."
The man forced to stand by Ava's side and pretend to be desperately in love with her was Spencer. The Ruined Heiress Returns With His Heirs
Modern Angelena was the proud heiress of the wealthy Beasley family, until a single drink shattered her life.
Drugged by her jealous cousin and best friend, she stumbled into the wrong hotel suite and lost her innocence to a terrifying, authoritative stranger.
The next morning, reporters burst through the door, their camera flashes blinding her.
"Look at this mess! You were so desperate for money you'd sleep with some old man?"
Her cousin orchestrated the entire scandal to steal her inheritance. Her grandmother publicly disowned her, stripped her of her trust fund, and banished her from New York in absolute disgrace.
Seven months later, bleeding out in a freezing off-the-grid cabin, Angelena gave birth to quadruplets.
But as she slipped into unconsciousness, a corrupt black-market midwife stole her two newborn sons and sold them into the blizzard, leaving Angelena with only her twin daughters.
She clutched the single platinum cufflink the stranger had left behind, her heart shattered. She couldn't understand why her own blood relatives would destroy her so viciously, or who the monster was that took her innocence.
But the agonizing betrayal ignited a white-hot, burning vow for revenge.
Five years later, she returned to the city not as a broken outcast, but as a legendary underground doctor and a ruthless biotech CEO.
And the very first billionaire she clashed with was Fabian Richmond, a paranoid tyrant who unknowingly possessed her stolen sons—and the exact same platinum crest. The 100-Point Plan For His Regret
Modern For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. The Switched Bride's Rebirth: Rising as the Don's Vengeful Queen
Mafia I woke up ten days after being reborn, right on the day of my engagement to the ambitious prosecutor, Barrett.
Before the ceremony, my illegitimate half-sister, Karly, intercepted my heirloom brooch.
Also reborn, she smugly stole my fiancé, desperate for the glorious future of a powerful politician's wife.
"He needs a wife who can help him rise, not an empty porcelain doll."
She didn't know that in our past life, Barrett had ruthlessly traded me to a terrifying Mafia Don just to secure his political future.
I happily let her take my nightmare, but my brief taste of freedom shattered instantly.
To maintain power, my family's Matriarch ruthlessly married me off to the notorious Carney mafia family instead.
On my wedding night, my playboy husband abandoned me for his screaming mistress, leaving me completely humiliated in front of the entire estate.
The next morning, my vicious mother-in-law tried to hand me the family's financial ledgers.
It looked like the ultimate power, but I knew it was a gilded trap meant to make me the scapegoat for their rotting, bankrupt syndicate.
Karly paraded her perfect new life, waiting for me to be devoured by the underworld.
My new in-laws laid deadly traps at every turn, expecting me to quietly drown with their sinking ship.
Even the Dark Don of Chicago was stalking me from the shadows, furious that I had been given to another man.
Everyone thought I was just a helpless pawn trapped in a monster's cage.
But I was no longer the naive girl from my past life.
Since they decided to throw me to the wolves, I would make sure I had the teeth to tear this whole world down. Jilted Wife, Billionaire's Daughter Rises
Modern My husband, Dalton, publicly humiliated me for the tenth time, flaunting his pregnant mistress, Justine, at a conference for the company I built. I was trapped, paying for my mother' s endless medical bills.
But then Justine took it a step further. She went to my mother' s hospital and cruelly told her everything-all the affairs, all my sacrifices. My mother, in her despair, jumped from the rooftop.
At the funeral, Justine crashed the service with a brass band, showering my mother' s casket with confetti.
"She's just trying to be thoughtful!" Dalton yelled, shielding her as I lunged forward in a blind rage.
He shoved me back, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare touch her! She's carrying my child!"
He raised his hand to strike me, and I braced for the impact, my world completely shattered.
But the blow never landed.
A chillingly calm, powerful voice cut through the chaos.
"I wouldn't advise that, Dalton."
My estranged, billionaire father had just arrived. Broken Engagement, Berlin Escape
Modern I flew to London with a custom engagement ring, ready to surprise my boyfriend for our anniversary.
Instead, I found him wearing a matching "couple's bracelet" with his "anxious" female best friend, Britney.
He even ditched our anniversary dinner because she had a "panic attack" over a chipped nail.
Realizing I was the third wheel in my own relationship, I quietly transferred to a university in Berlin to escape.
But Graham wouldn't let go.
He followed me across the continent, dragging my mother along to guilt-trip me into coming back.
When that didn't work, he handed me a "farewell gift."
As I opened the box, a sickly sweet smell hit me-he was trying to drug me to kidnap me back to New York.
My legs gave out, but I didn't hit the floor.
I fell into the arms of Harrison McKee-Britney's terrifyingly powerful uncle and my new professor.
"Find another side chick, Graham," Harrison growled, pulling me close.
"This one is taken." Love's Shadow: A Bitter End
Fantasy I had been dead for a year, my spirit tethered to my daughter, Emma, watching over her in the orphanage.
Then, the director called my ex-husband, Elroy, for Emma' s urgent medical treatment, but he coldly refused, telling her, "Then let her die. It would be a convenience. She can go join her short-lived mother."
A week later, Emma died at five years old, because her father wouldn' t spare the money to save her.
Days later, Elroy arrived at the orphanage, believing I had faked Emma' s death to manipulate him. He pulled back the sheet covering her small body, sneering, "Very realistic. A good prop."
He then picked up our daughter' s body, carried her outside, and tossed her into a dumpster, scattering raw meat around it, taunting, "Let's see how long this prop lasts when the stray dogs find it." My spirit screamed, but I was powerless as dogs tore at her.
He believed I was alive, orchestrating a sick game, but I was a ghost, a silent, screaming witness to his monstrous cruelty. Why did he hate us so much?
Then, I saw him with Ivonne, his childhood sweetheart, heavily pregnant, and the horrifying truth clicked: he had a new family, and he wanted Emma' s heart for his new daughter. Love Drained, Life Reclaimed
Horror For twenty years, all Ava Lewis wanted was to find her biological family, the missing piece of her identity.
When her adopted sister, Brittany Miller, beamed and said, "Almost there, Ava. You're going to love our old town. It's where all the family traditions started," Ava believed it was the start of something beautiful.
But the moment they stepped out of the car at a secluded, dark cabin, the loving facade shattered.
Two burly men appeared, seizing her arms as her "parents" stood by, their faces blank, their smiles gone.
"Don't fight it, Ava," Brittany's voice was chillingly cold. "It'll be easier if you just cooperate."
Dragged inside, bound to a chair, Ava watched in horror as Brittany approached with a strange, ancient device, a needle glinting.
"This is our family tradition," Brittany explained, piercing Ava's chest. "We are connecting your life force to this ancient family relic. It will bring us good fortune and health."
Her "parents" chimed in, "It's your duty as our daughter."
Ava' s life force drained away with each transfer, leaving her hollow and weak, while her biological family seemingly thrived.
But after the forty-ninth transfer, the truth, colder and crueler than any physical pain, was revealed: "That's the point," Brittany whispered, a malicious smile twisting her lips. "This was never about health. It was about your death."
Bound, exposed, bleeding, Ava realized she was merely a product, auctioned off to the highest bidder for their depraved entertainment.
Then he appeared, "the Master," a man who seemed to stop the horror, only to brand her with her own essence, making her a monument to his family's generational vendetta.
But from the depths of betrayal and despair, a burning rage ignited.
She might be broken, but she would not be silenced.
She was Ava Lewis, and she would make them pay. A Bride Forged in Fire
Horror The scent of gasoline and burning silk was the last thing I knew on my wedding day.
Flames danced around me, illuminating my new husband, Liam Thompson, my stepbrother, as he clutched a locket with my stepmother Sarah' s picture.
"You ruined it all, Ava," he sneered, his face contorted with a hatred I' d never imagined.
He carved Sarah' s name into my skin and then forced the locket down my throat, piece by agonizing piece.
The suffocation, the searing pain, the betrayal-they were a twisted sacrament to a love I was only just beginning to comprehend, a love that would consume us all.
Then, darkness.
I awoke to the antiseptic smell of my familiar bedroom, sunlight streaming through the window.
Downstairs, Liam' s frantic yelling and Sarah' s feigned sobs echoed from below, a chilling replay of the day my life ended before.
It was real. I was back.
Back to the day of the incident, the day my father signed away my future to protect his pride, the day I walked like a prisoner to my own execution.
The humiliation, the pain, the fire-never again.
A sharp knock on my door. It was Sophia, my "best friend," feigning concern, ready to lead me into the trap.
"Ava? Are you in there? Something terrible is happening downstairs!" she called.
But this time, I wouldn't be the victim.
I smiled, a cold, sharp curve on my lips. "A Céleste purse like that is more important. You deserve it."
As her footsteps faded down the hall, racing for a status symbol, I knew this was my chance.
Let the real performance begin. His Death, My Awakening
Romance They threw me out of this city three years ago, calling me crazy, an obsessed medical student trying to ruin a business heir' s life because he chose someone else. Now I' m back, a doctor, ready to face the judgment all over again.
But at my parents' suffocating welcome-home party, the news blared, announcing the brain death of renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carter. My world shattered.
My glass hit the floor, and a raw, guttural sob tore through me.
Everyone stared, not with judgment for Ethan, but with confusion for a grief I couldn' t name for a man I didn' t remember.
They thought I was breaking over Ethan Hayes' engagement to Emily Vance.
But I hadn't shed a single tear for him. Instead, I was destroyed by the death of a stranger on the news.
That moment, kneeling amidst broken glass and a grief too immense to comprehend, was the beginning. It ignited a desperate, burning need to understand who Dr. Ben Carter was and why his death felt like the end of my world. No More Tears: The Avenging Wife
Romance My daughter Maya' s ragged breath was the only sound in our quiet, dusty home, her small body wracked by fever.
I begged my husband, Caleb, to take her to a doctor, but his eyes were cold and his voice flat as he refused, prioritizing his sister-in-law Brenda' s son over our dying child.
My mother-in-law, Mary-Ann, handed me old, expired antibiotics, saying they should be "good enough," sealing Maya' s fate.
For two agonizing days, I watched her fade, desperately clinging to a miracle that never came.
On the third night, my world shattered as Maya went still in my arms, her silent passing tearing a primal scream from my throat.
In my grief and rage, I confronted Caleb and Mary-Ann, only for Caleb to silence me with a violent fist, leaving me bleeding and abandoned in the darkest national forest.
As I lay dying, I saw a chilling vision: Brenda, wearing my locket, stealing the life my long-lost Army Colonel father had come to claim for me.
They took everything-my daughter, my life, my future-and gave it to my worst enemies.
But then, I woke with a gasp, the silver locket cool against my skin, Maya sleeping soundly beside me.
It was three days before her illness, three days before her death, and this time, I wasn't just a mother.
This time, I was an avenger. The Southern Heiress's Reckoning
Romance I woke with a gasp, the Southern sun blazing. Today was my debutante ball, the pinnacle for any young woman of the Ashley dynasty.
But the date, the gown, the very air in my room, triggered a flood of memories from a lifetime ago-the same ball, the same stolen heirloom dress on Babs, my family's charity case.
I watched passively as she paraded in my priceless gown, public outrage engulfing me, until Father' s sudden, suspicious death and my brother Tom Jr., infatuated with Babs, seized power. They sent me away, to years of hell in a "behavioral correction institute," where I eventually faded, learning Babs orchestrated it all for revenge, announcing her engagement to Tom Jr. as my life ended.
The cruelty of that past life, the utter betrayal by Beau, my fiancé, Tom, my brother, and the sheer injustice of Babs's deceit, surged through my veins. How could they have been so blind, so easily swayed by a viper in our midst?
No. Not again. This time, I sat up, my spirit forged in the fires of that hell. My gown was missing, but I remembered another: Mother's legendary debutante dress. This time, I would not despair. This time, I would be in control. This time, Babs would not win. This time, they would all pay. His Second Life, Their Last Mistake
Romance I woke up in a stale motel room, the memory of my brutal murder, orchestrated by my fiancée Seraphina Vance and her cousin Julian Thorne, searing everything.
This was my second chance, a fresh start.
I tried to escape their glittering, poisonous world again, but they dragged me back, trapping me in a sadistic game.
They made me Seraphina' s pet, then Julian' s punching bag, a living target for their physical and emotional abuse.
Then, in a horrific twist, Julian brutally murdered my loyal dog, Buster, before my eyes, accusing me of madness.
But the ultimate betrayal came when he ruthlessly orchestrated a fire, consuming my innocent parents and little sister.
My family was gone.
Annihilated because of them.
How could such monstrous cruelty exist?
Why was I doomed to relive this nightmare, only to lose everything again?
As grief hardened into an icy, unyielding rage, an unexpected ally emerged: Veronica Shaw, the Senator's enigmatic Chief of Staff.
She saw their evil.
Together, we would expose them.
This time, the Vance empire would burn, and the flames would consume their lies and crimes, bringing justice for my shattered life. You might like
Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Ghostly Mode Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall.
Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster.
Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. 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. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. 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." The Rise Of The Ugly Luna
Syra Tucker Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone.
Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved.
It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years.
Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from.
Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes.
Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with. 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." 
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