Rughshana Solomon-Salie

The Alpha’s Chubby Obsession by Meritsky One day, I was the fat, unwanted girl rejected by the Beta's son. The next minute, the Alpha's son himself showed up... and claimed me. I didn’t know why, why Osborne came for me when I was at my lowest. But I quickly learned something—he doesn’t just want my body. He wants all of me. He says I’m his mate. But the way he touches me, holds me, breathes me in… This isn’t just fate. It's an obsession, raw, wild, and consuming. And the craziest part? I think I want to be consumed.

BLACK INDUSTRIES BOOK 1 Damian Black has always had everything—wealth, power, and the world at his feet. But when his father’s will drops a bombshell, the stakes skyrocket. To secure his inheritance, Damian must do the unthinkable: get married. As the eldest of the Black brothers, Damian’s playboy lifestyle is suddenly on the line. He’s determined to find the perfect woman, but none of them have measured up. Enter Adalyn West, Damian’s long-time personal assistant. Efficient, unflappable, and with a sharp wit that has kept Damian in line for years, Adalyn is the last woman he ever expected to consider as a bride. Adalyn’s been by his side for years, handling every detail of his life with quiet efficiency. She’s smart, loyal, and definitely not the type to cause him any trouble. Plus, she knows him better than anyone else. But there’s one problem— Damian has never seen Adalyn as more than just his PA, and the thought of marrying her feels too close for comfort. As Adalyn steps into the role of Damian’s wife, sparks fly in ways neither of them expected. What starts as a convenient arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Damian’s heart, once locked away, begins to thaw as his new wife shows him a side of herself he never knew existed. But with old flames, business rivals, and the weight of the Black legacy bearing down, Damian must decide if he’s willing to risk everything—including his heart—for the one woman who might just be perfect for him.

She never wanted the spotlight. She never asked for a crown. And she certainly never expected to become the woman an entire world would fight over. Forced into the Tournament, Traci’s only goal is to survive. But when a brutal attack turns the arena into a battlefield, long-buried secrets begin to unravel, and an ancient power awakens inside her that no one believed still existed. She is the Last White Wolf. As kingdoms stand on the brink of war, Traci finds herself bound by an unbreakable life bond to Alpha Kings Raiden and Zayden. Together, they must face ruthless enemies determined to capture her, powerful conspiracies that threaten every allied kingdom, and a destiny that has been waiting generations to be fulfilled. The more Traci’s abilities awaken, the more dangerous she becomes, not only to those who seek to control her, but to the balance of the supernatural world itself. With betrayal lurking in the shadows and war closing in from every direction, she must embrace the truth of who she is before everything she loves is torn away. Some legends are written in history. Others rise in the middle of battle. Filled with pulse-pounding action, unforgettable twists, powerful Alpha Kings, fated mates, ancient magic, heart-stopping romance, and a heroine whose courage changes the course of history, The Rise of the Last White Wolf is an unforgettable journey of sacrifice, destiny, and the birth of a queen whose legacy will echo for generations.

"No woman leaves his bed alive." "But I will survive." I whispered it to the moon, to the chains, to myself—until I believed it. They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me? The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn't do love. He doesn't do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays. "Before my beast consumes me completely—I need a son to take the throne." Too bad for him…I'm not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I'm something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, and spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories. At the time, I never gave them much thought. Thinking they were just that… stories. Growing up, I soon realized that they weren’t lofty fantasies and fairy tales but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to sh*t. You see, what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story becomes, there is always a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact. My grandmother used to tell me stories of the Chosen One—the one who would save us all. When I was younger, I used to believe that what she said was true. Eventually, someone would be born, just as the Oracle predicted—someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up and saw the world unfolding around me, I no longer believed in salvation. The chosen one seemed to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something in which we needed to find hope when there wasn’t any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe in this so-called salvation? Especially when all we witnessed was death and carnage ever since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories and used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now, though, I see it for what it really is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dangerous; it makes you believe things will get better. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache.