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“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

Seraphina Delaire believes words are power. Nathaniel Clarke believes precision is control. They've been academic rivals since childhood - sharp-tongued, competitive, and far too familiar with each other's weaknesses. She argues in paragraphs. He responds in bullet points. She escalates. He calculates. In college, a forced research partnership reunites them once again - and a bureaucratic error turns that partnership into something legally binding. Married by paperwork and stuck waiting for an annulment, Sera and Nate must navigate gossip, family expectations, and the absurdity of pretending to be a functioning couple. The problem? Pretending is easy. Because no one knows Sera like Nate does. And no one sees through Nate like Sera can. As old rivalries blur into something far more dangerous, they're forced to confront a question neither of them is prepared to answer: What if this mistake was never accidental at all?

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.

"Your Touch..crossed beyond my Flesh—even drawing the MaRRow.... from my Bones — left wounds that could UnDo me." Existence turns into a crisis. When my own identity deceives me, when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine— that is when it becomes HIM and I . "Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." A LoVe StoRY with No HEART...

Yoshimura Senkai, just as her name was Reze she really was like a Rain. she teach me patience, resileance, introduced me to—my first reckless parties, my first taste of freedom, my first real understanding of love, desire, and loss. Amano Reze, He save me, saved me from becoming someone I never thought I will be, broken, emotionally unstable. He'd teach me actual love, care, made me into Girl i used to be. Turn me back from what i had became around that time, Looking back at it now I miss those days, ...only things that are left is regrets. ——— Amano Reze, a quiet, playfull yet emotionally guarded, haunted by a past she refuses to confront. Her carefully constructed world fractures when Yoshimura Senkai enters her life—Quiet, enigmatic, and unsettlingly perceptive, observant. Senkai’s interest in Reze is neither gentle nor accidental; it is rooted in the secrets that bind them more tightly than either is willing to admit. He fixed her, from the broken glass he made the art out of it. he make her emotionally stable, and yet decent again. But, Complicating everything is Lemon Kannawa, Reze’s ex-lover, whose unresolved feelings and possessiveness resurface as a old wounds reopen. Lemon’s presence turns the college into a battlefield of manipulation, jealousy, and half-buried truths, forcing Reze to relive a relationship that once consumed her identity. As desire blurs into obsession, the three are drawn into a dangerous emotional triangle where love is weaponized and vulnerability becomes a liability. Loyalties fracture, past betrayals resurface, and the line between affection and control erodes. What begins as a college romance spirals into a psychological game where every character must decide how much of themselves they are willing to lose for love—and whether escape is still possible once the past demands its due.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

She was just a human caught in a world ruled by Alphas… When Elara’s life collides with the cold, untouchable Alpha of the Silverfang pack, she expects cruelty—but not this. One night of forced proximity, a shocking pregnancy, and secrets that could destroy them both. Can a human survive in a world where the strongest are merciless? And when the Lycan King arrives with power and danger beyond imagination, will Elara fight, flee, or surrender her heart to the cruel Alpha who holds her fate? Forbidden desire, ruthless power, and a baby that changes everything…

Lena Carter is a delivery girl who works hard and never lets anyone look down on her. One morning, she accidentally spills coffee on a man in a designer suit. Instead of apologizing, he demands she pay for his expensive shirt. The problem? He’s Adrian Voss — a billionaire CEO used to getting everything he wants. Since Lena can’t afford the cost, he offers her a deal: work for him for three months as his personal assistant to repay the debt. Lena hates arrogant rich men. Adrian hates people who challenge him. Unfortunately for both of them, she refuses to obey him… and he can’t stop watching her. Three months was supposed to be simple. But nothing is simple when feelings get involved.

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

Blurb: Freshman Year In College is a beautiful modern fairytale set in the heart of the University of Oxford. Felicity Paddington is a girl with big dreams and a hopeful heart. She loves her family deeply, especially her father even though he abandoned her and her mother years ago. She doesn’t understand why he left, and that unanswered question still haunts her. Once, she gave her heart to Theodore Owen, and he broke it. Since then, Felicity has kept her heart carefully guarded. Freshman year is meant to be a new beginning. A new campus. New friends. No distractions. Getting accepted into Oxford feels like the opportunity she has been waiting for, a chance to grow, discover herself, and build the future she has always imagined. Everything changes when she is accepted into Oxford. College is supposed to be her fresh start, the moment she finally steps into the life she has always dreamed of. But on her very first days on campus, Felicity meets a charming and mysterious boy named Christopher Buckingham Blake. Confident, complicated, and completely unexpected, he unsettles everything she planned. Christopher is not an ordinary student. He is the Prince of England, heir to the throne of England. A royal who refuses to be controlled by palace rules and tradition, he chooses freedom instead of a crown. He leaves royal life behind to attend university, hoping to live a normal life, even if it means clashing with his powerful father, the King. He is rebellious, carefree, and full of mistakes but he loves his family deeply, despite the tension between them. When Christopher meets Felicity, everything changes. Between lectures, late night conversations, study sessions, new friendships, jealous rivals, misunderstandings, and hidden secrets, their worlds slowly collide. What begins as enemies to lovers, an innocent friendship turns into a slow-burn romance neither of them expected or planned. But loving a prince comes with a price, forbidden feelings, royal scandals, dangerous choices and risky decisions that threaten their happiness. As Felicity moves through her first year, she must face heartbreak, buried family secrets, and the truth about love itself. College will test her strength, challenge her dreams, and stretch her heart in ways she never imagined. Freshman year in college was supposed to be about survival. Instead, it may change her destiny forever. A story of love, self-discovery, friendship, personal growth, loyalty, and unforgettable first experiences. Freshman Year In College is a romantic, and emotional journey about growing up, chasing dreams, and finding love where it is least expected.

Devoted and hopeful in a three-year loveless marriage, Selina believed she would finally secure her husband Zane Kaius’s affection — or at least his attention — the moment she revealed her pregnancy to him. But everything shattered in a single night when Zane told her she was unfit to have a family with him. Only then did she realize she had been nothing more than a pawn all along — while he continued choosing another woman over her. A rebuffed wife with no identity. Betrayed and heartbroken, Selina decided to keep her little secret from Zane. She was determined to protect and raise her child alone, while reclaiming the life she had slowly lost. She wanted a divorce. Yet the same man who once rejected her now clings to her, unwilling to let her go at any cost. This time, however, Selina is no longer the woman who allows herself to be trampled on. .... _Except_ "What if there was already a child?" Selina's voice was small, desperate, stopping him in his tracks. "Wouldn't you give us a chance? I don't want a child to grow up in the shadows, Zane. Not like I did." "Then get rid of it," he declared, not turning around."Let me be clear, Selina: you will never be the mother of my child. Not now. Not ever."

Leo died in a stupid accident. He wakes up inside a novel he once read — as Viscount Damien Kaelan, a petty villain whose only role in the story is to falsely accuse the powerful Duke of Blackwood… and then die in disgrace. There’s just one problem. He’s already accused the Duke. With debt collectors at his door, his reputation in ruins, and a mysterious system assigning him survival “quests,” Leo has one goal: rewrite his death flag before the plot catches up to him. But the Duke is watching. Cold. Intelligent. Unforgiving. And far more interested in Damien’s sudden transformation than he should be. In a world of nobles, politics, and quiet power struggles, survival isn’t about strength. It’s about knowing which lies to tell… and who’s dangerous enough to see through them.

She thought she was the victim of this story. She was wrong. Nicole married the city's most powerful CEO under duress — a contract signed by her parents, a cage built from a hundred million dollars. Her heart belonged to someone else: Kelvin, her childhood love, who had a plan to set her free. Steal from the safe. Take the car. Run. She did everything he asked. In a warehouse on the edge of the city, she learned what she actually was to Kelvin: a tool. A very expensive, very temporary tool. When he accelerated his car toward her, she had nothing left — no money, no plan, no person in the world who was on her side. Except one. John had followed her. John had watched from the shadows as she robbed him, fled him, ran to another man — and when the car came for her, he stepped in front of it. He died on a concrete floor holding a ring he'd never had the chance to give her, telling her the millions she'd stolen had always been hers to begin with. Five years of poverty. Five years of replaying that night. Five years until she collapsed at his grave in the freezing rain and whispered: if I could go back— She woke up in her wedding dress. The scars are gone. The clock reads 8:30 AM, February 25th, 2026. John is in the next hallway, alive and unsuspecting, bracing himself for a bride who despises him. He has no idea he married a woman who has already grieved him. She is done running. She is done being manipulated. And Kelvin — who has no idea that his carefully laid plan has already played out in front of an audience of one — is about to discover what it costs to underestimate a woman who has nothing left to lose and everything left to protect. He once stepped in front of a car for her. This time, she intends to make certain no car ever comes.

He buried the truth before sunrise. Her fiancé died in a car accident. The report said brake failure. She saw him drunk. Within twelve hours, the evidence shifted. The footage vanished. The story changed. Chen Jin controls influence, media, and the law itself. He believes power settles everything. Lin Wan believes someone inside the system can still break. She doesn’t need sympathy. She needs one mistake. He never expected her to be fearless. She never expected him to notice. What begins as revenge slowly becomes something far more dangerous.

She watched him for thirty days. She memorized his insomnia, his two-finger pours of Macallan at 3 AM, the way his eyes moved across a room like he was calculating distances. She catalogued his routines with the detachment of a scientist and the patience of a predator. She thought she was in control. She was the one being studied. — In the darkest channels of the dark web, Anya Voss is known as The Eye — an information broker who has never met a network she couldn't crack, never met a target who saw her coming. Julian Sterling was supposed to be her most lucrative job. Infiltrate his home system. Find the buried crimes of a man too powerful to be touched. Collect the payout. Disappear. Instead: thirty days of surveillance that was never hers. A security code that was an invitation, not a barrier. A hidden archive that opened without resistance — because it had been left unlocked, and she had been expected. And a man who looked through a camera she had spent eleven days concealing, and said her name. Now Anya is inside Julian's world — his prisoner, his analyst, and the only person who might be able to solve a problem that has defeated everyone before her. Because she isn't the first person he's brought here. There was someone before her. Thirty-seven someones, each one with a file in a partition she's not supposed to open, each one concluded with a single, irrevocable word: Withdrawn. Julian Sterling is not the monster she was hired to find. But the thing watching them both from the abyss might be. In a city under invisible surveillance, the most dangerous truth is the one you were always meant to discover.

Trapped by an unfair contract, Eva was determined to do whatever it took to end the contract and ensure it ended with her alone, but she never expected to be sent to the enemy as a spy. “Nothing complicated,” they said. “Yeah right.” How was she going to find a man even her so-called ‘boss’ couldn't find? But left no other choice, she set off, following the instructions given to her, searching high and low not knowing the one she sought was right beside her. The man whose presence lit up her day and made butterflies flutter in her stomach even when he didn't mean to. Yes, Eva fell in love. And now? Eva was trapped between dangerous organizations, one has her heart and the other a contract that could ruin everything all over again *** Excerpt: “You hate me now, don't you?” Eva said as she pulled on the jacket, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to shatter her to pieces. Her eyes darted towards the man who had his back to her. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. She thought, biting her lip. “I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I promise to disappear from your sight. You'll never see me again…” “Eva…” his voice sliced through the dark room that was barely illuminated by the moonlight, cutting her mid sentence. Her breath hitched at the edginess his tone carried. Eva held her breath when he turned, his broad back slowly shifting until he stood facing her. She almost couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid of what she would see. Those steely grey orbs that always seem to stare into her soul were even more unreadable now. “Come here, Eva,” his tone suddenly changed, losing its sharp edge. “What?” When she took longer processing his words, he took a step towards her while she instinctively took a step back. Seeing that, he stopped and held her gaze. “Come here, Eva,” he repeated, his voice becoming firmer, an order she was compelled to obey. With both hands clutching tightly to the oversized jackets, she took slow and staggering steps towards him. Her heels clicking on the tiled floor with each step and the silence of the room amplifying them. She felt bare under his intense gaze but she couldn't stop her legs from moving towards him. She knew he could be frightening, but this was the first time she had ever faced this side of him. Yet, her legs still moved, obeying his command. “I… I promise… I won't…” “Keep moving, Eva,” he ordered again when her steps slowed down as she started talking. Eva gulped but did as he ordered until she was standing a three foot distance from him. Unable to hold his gaze, she stared down at her feet. The red straps of her heels now an eyesore but she would rather look at them than at his eyes. Or face. “In your eyes, am I that shallow, Eva?” He asked, his tone calm and calculated. Eva snapped her head up as soon as those unexpected words left his lips.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

Aaliyah Moore never imagined love would come with a price. When her mother’s life and freedom hangs in the balance, Aaliyah is forced to accept a deal that changes everything: a two-year contract relationship with Rowan Blackwood, a cold, powerful billionaire whose public image needs saving as badly as Aaliyah needs money. No love. No questions. No escape. To the world, they are the perfect couple elegant, intimate, untouchable. Behind closed doors, Aaliyah is invisible, trapped in a relationship built on control and silence, slowly falling for a woman who treats love like a weakness. As emotions blur the lines of the contract, betrayal strikes from within. Framed, abandoned, and stripped of everything she thought she had, Aaliyah walks away with nothing but her broken heart and her dignity. But walking away changes her. When Rowan finally uncovers the truth, she realizes the woman she tried to own is no longer waiting to be claimed. Aaliyah is stronger now, independent, and no longer willing to trade herself for survival. This time, Rowan must face the one thing she fears most: love without control. In a world of power, secrets, and painful choices, Bound by Silence, Claimed by Love is a slow-burning LGBTQ+ romance about learning that real love isn’t demanded, negotiated, or owned, it’s chosen. And sometimes, the greatest love story begins after walking away.

A Reverse Harem Werewolf Romance --- Evaline Greystone was the daughter of an Alpha, yet her life was anything but privileged. After losing her mother at a young age, she suffered under the cruelty of her stepmother and step-siblings while her father ignored her existence. Her only solace was Ethan - the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack and the man she loved. But fate was never kind to her. When Eva turned sixteen, she discovered she had no wolf. Overnight, she became an anomaly, a disgrace. She became the laughingstock of the werewolf world. But her torment escalated into something darker, something sinister at the hands of none other than her stepbrother. Still, she held onto Ethan, believing his love would be her salvation. That illusion shattered on her eighteenth birthday. Ethan turned out to be her fated mate, but instead of joy, it brought devastation. The night after they had given themselves to each other, Ethan declared she was too weak to stand by his side. Worse, he rejected her publicly, choosing her stepsister instead. Humiliated, betrayed, and terrified of what her stepbrother would do next, Eva ran. But her escape led her straight into a nightmare. The next morning, she awoke to the horrifying news - her entire pack was annihilated. Not a single survivor remained. And the ones responsible? The four Rogue Kings - feared Alphas who ruled the lawless werewolf world. Ruthless and unstoppable, and they had come to finish what they started. But Eva wasn't dead. She was on the run. And pregnant. She didn’t get far before she was captured. Dragged before the Rogue Kings, she prepared for the end. But at the last moment, they changed their minds. Instead of killing her, they made her a maid - a fallen Alpha’s daughter serving the very Alphas who destroyed her world. What neither she nor the Rogue Kings knew was the cruel twist fate had in store. They were her mates. Despite her suffering, she refused to break, determined to carve a future for herself and her child. And to do that, she enrolled in the werewolf academy run by the Rogue Kings themselves.