Family

“I, Markus, Alpha of the Bluestone Pack, hereby banish you from this pack and strip you of your title as Luna.” The words hit me like a heavy stone thrown at my chest. For a second, the whole world went silent. Then the mating bond between us started to tear. It felt like someone was ripping a part of my soul away. The pain was so sharp I almost fell to my knees. But what hurt even more was the look in his eyes. He didn’t believe me. Not even a little. He believed the words of a guard he had tortured over me — his mate, the woman who had loved him for five years. The woman who had cried in his arms when the pack called me barren. The woman who was carrying his child right now. He had zero faith in me.

Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky. But I know what I am. My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died. My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day. On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes. The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate. Which happens to be me. I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!" I thought my problems were over then. But it was only the beginning.

The craziest thing I’ve ever done was let a dangerous man touch me, and not pull away. “Trust me.” Words like that could mess you up in this line of work. Then he did something I didn’t expect, he stretched out a hand. Even I knew when not to doubt a helping hand. I sighed. Well, roadkill it is then. I clasped his hand and his firm grip pulled me up out of the line of fire. *** Cake Coogan survives by her fists and her fury, spending her life fighting in underground rings to keep herself and her mother alive. But one stolen payout, one stranger’s intervention, and one accidental bag switch drops her into the crosshairs of Nico Vescari. Nico Vescari; mafia heir, feared and ruthless, a man who kills with a steady pulse—wants his money back. What he gets instead is Cake: the girl with the iron fists, mismatched eyes, and a journal he should never have read. Fascinated, furious, and threatened by how she makes him feel, he gives her a choice that isn’t a choice at all—marry him for a year… or lose the only family she has left. Thrust into a world of blood feuds, monsters, and merciless mafia politics, Cake becomes both weapon and wife. She’s pulled between power plays, underground fights, and a man whose touch feels like fire even when she swears she hates him. Nico’s family is dangerous, his enemies worse, and his rules suffocating, but the most lethal thing between them is the feral desire none of them want. As bodies fall and alliances burn, Cake is forced to choose between revenge and the man who has broken her, protected her, and ruined her life in equal measure. In a story of obsession, betrayal, and savage love, only the strongest survive. And Cake Coogan is not prey.

Lyra Vance was three weeks from marrying the quarterback she built. Then she opened his bedroom door. Cade was in bed with her sister. On the wedding sheets. With his championship watch on Sloane’s wrist. Lyra did not cry. She took proof and walked out. Her family chose Cade. Her firm fired her to keep him. Her money locked. A hotel turned her away. By midnight she had photos, a signed prenup, and nowhere safe to sleep. That is when Gabriel Thorne sent a car. The league calls him the Iron Heart. He hits men and feels nothing. Other women come through as static. Lyra’s voice is the first thing that reaches him, and he hates how badly he wants to keep it. His offer is ugly and clear. Six months in his house. She handles the dirt. She stands where the cameras can see her. She wears his mark when the city needs a story. Five hundred thousand. No love. No rescue. Lyra signs as his strategist. Then Sloane posts beside Cade like the wedding only changed names. Then the internet finds Lyra in Gabriel’s hoodie. Then a private lens turns toward his gates. Cade still thinks she is the girl who absorbs the mess. Gabriel did not hire that girl. He hired a weapon. Now he cannot stand anyone else looking at her.

When 24-year-old Faith Porter risks her life to save five-year-old Noah Sutton from a speeding car, she never expects to become the first person to hear the silent boy speak in two years. Desperate to keep custody of his son, cold billionaire Nicholas Sutton offers Faith a one-year fake marriage to prove they are a stable family. But as Noah begins calling her “Mommy” and real feelings grow between them, Faith uncovers a terrifying truth—Noah’s accident wasn’t an accident at all.

Julia and Evan were the perfect couple—or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She’s fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn’t deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn’t listen. Now, it’s time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? “We should break up,” he’d said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it’s Evan’s turn to hear the truth—and to face his deepest regret.

Lilliana's mom always thinks about herself, never her own daughter. So, when she gets married and moves them again to a new town, Lilliana never expects she will become happier than she has been in years. Her new stepbrother Ryder can't stand seeing Lilly with her five new 'boyfriends." Ryder makes her his. Then the other two stepbrothers come home for Christmas break and things get even hotter. How is she going to handle being with three guys, when she has never even had a real boyfriend? Only thing she knows for sure is she loves Being Their's!

"Genie" His voice was barely a whisper, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. "This is so wrong, we can't be doing this." His lips find their way back to mine, trailing the bottom lip with his tongue. "So so wrong" He pulled my lower lips in, biting on them. I stifled a moan. "I know," I managed to say. I could feel the warm slickness ache between my legs. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my step brother." My body doesn't agree with what my mouth is saying. I snuggled closer into his chest wanting to feel the heat of his bare body against mine. I want his mouth against mine, ravaging me like he had done before. We have gone too far to back out now. "Take me, Ryder" Those were the words he needed. Only those three words. Suddenly, he grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up, forcing my legs to wrap around him. Planting me against the wall, he peers up and look straight into my eyes "You're mine" Then his lips came down on mine. I'm yours. I whispered back in the back of my head. ******** Ryder Saint, for years, has bullied me. Reasons? None. It was like he signed a contract from heaven to make my life hell. From the moment he set his eyes on me, he added my name to his list. Don't be fooled by his last name. It's a charade, he's not anything like it. Everything about Ryder Saint smells evil. His heart, dark. His soul, dark. His aura, dark. Except his face. I should have neglected him like I always have, but I couldn't when our parents decided to tie the knots and he became my stepbrother. He and I, under the same roof. Now, he'll be doing more than tormenting my life

Lynan finally decided to reveal that he’s gay to steer clear of his sister’s playing cupid schemes. He doesn’t want to get involved again with anyone at the moment and just plans to live happily and peacefully behind his precious camera. Unbeknownst to him, his sister signed him up in a show with a reclusive CEO as the man of the hour. Unfortunately, no amount of complaining and grumbling could get him out of the predicament. The man was a feast for the eyes though. In order to avoid all the possible drama and just have fun ogling the man, Lynan was determined to be a wallflower and stay in the shadows. Watching things unfold could be enough entertainment to leisurely pass the time, right?

Celestia Moonvale has spent eighteen years believing she was nothing more than a human orphan, scraping by in the mortal world with only fragments of strange dreams to haunt her. But when a mysterious woman named Lunara appears on her birthday with an impossible truth, Celestia's world shatters. She isn't human. She's a werewolf princess, the lost daughter of the Moonvale bloodline, one of the most powerful royal houses in the hidden realm of Silvermoor. Thrust into a world of ancient magic, brutal hierarchies, and deadly politics, Celestia is enrolled in the infamous Ironfang Academy, where the strongest wolves are forged, and the weakest are destroyed. Her mother's ultimatum is clear: survive the academy and prove her worth, or be forced into a political marriage to secure the Moonvale legacy. But survival becomes infinitely more complicated when she crosses paths with Ragnor Bloodmoon, the ruthless heir to the Bloodmoon Pack and the academy's most feared Alpha. Arrogant, dangerous, and devastatingly magnetic, Ragnor has built his reputation on crushing anyone who dares challenge him. Their families have been sworn enemies for centuries, their bloodlines stained with betrayal and war. From the moment they meet, sparks fly and claws come out. Celestia refuses to bow to anyone, especially not to the brutal Alpha who seems determined to break her spirit. Ragnor is equally furious to discover that fate has a twisted sense of humor, because the infuriating princess who defies him at every turn is his destined mate. Neither of them wants this bond. Both of them will fight it with everything they have. But in a world where ancient prophecies, dark conspiracies, and deadly enemies lurk in every shadow, resisting fate might cost them everything, including each other. In the game of power and desire, only the strong survive. And Celestia Moonvale is about to discover just how savage she can be.