

Aurora and I mated Alpha twins. Five months pregnant, I was attacked by rogue wolves and mind-linked my mate Kaelen ten times for help—he only replied coldy, busy searching for his kidnapped stepsister Vicky and accusing me of overacting. The rogues tore open my stomach, killing my unborn child. Aurora fought them, but her mate Ethan also refused help for Vicky. She shifted, carried me to flee, yet a mudslide trapped us; border patrol saved us, and we barely survived. Waking in the pack hospital, I only wanted to sever the mate bond.

Sophie was treated as a blood donor for her brother since birth. Later, her brother sells her to a pervert. In a moment of crisis, she meets Reid Graham, who is allergic to women. They accidentally become intimate, resulting in Sophie becoming pregnant with triplets. The two begin a journey of mutual redemption.

On her wedding anniversary, seven months pregnant, she was locked in a burning house. She called her husband. He hung up—and turned off the fire alarm. Her baby died. They all thought she was lying. Until the funeral. When they knocked over the urn. Only then did they know the truth. And regret everything. Too late.

"On her fifth wedding anniversary, Scarlett rushes to surprise her husband, Chicago mafia Don Nico Russo, with the news that she's pregnant — only to overhear him bragging to his men. The man who's been sneaking into her bed for the past month wasn't him. It was his identical twin, Marco. A loyalty test. A game. And Nico has been using her career to build up his mistress, Bianca, the whole time. Scarlett doesn't cry. She plans. On their wedding day, while Chicago's five families wait in the pews, Scarlett is in Paris — in the arms of the one man who actually saved her life two years ago, and never got the credit for it. The FBI storms in. Bianca goes down. And Nico finally realizes exactly what he signed away. He begs. He bleeds. He loses everything. She doesn't look back."

The night before my wedding, I caught my fiancé, Miguel Sheffield, kissing the Newells' biological daughter in the garden. I stood there with my pregnancy test in hand, my chest hollow. The next day, the wedding went on. Flowers lined the red carpet. Guests lifted their champagne glasses. But the bells rang again and again, and the bride never showed. The daughter the Newells had raised by mistake left only her engagement ring on the vanity. Then she vanished. I moved overseas and raised my child alone. I cut off everyone from my past. Five years later, I came home. And one by one, they walked right back into my life.

The day I found out I was pregnant with twins, I saw my mate, Alpha Viggo, bringing another she-wolf to her prenatal check-up. I froze on the spot, the pregnancy report crumpling in my fist. That night, he looked at me with ice in his eyes. The same man who once kissed every inch of my body. The same man who swore he was mine and mine alone. “She’s carrying my pup. Her wolf is unstable. You will brew her calming tonics. Every single day.” “She's sensitive. She can't sleep without my scent. So move your things to the west wing. Make room for her.” The huge villa fell deathly silent. My wolf howled—a sharp, wounded cry. Pain from our mate bond ripped through my soul. But I didn't shed a single tear. I just calmly grabbed the suitcase I’d already packed and walked toward the door. The guards tried to stop me, but Viggo didn’t even glance up. “She’ll be back,” he said, swirling the wine in his glass, his Alpha arrogance on full display. “Three days. That’s all she’ll last. Her wolf will drive her mad without my touch. She’ll come crawling back, begging.” The pack members and allies who had come for our ceremony erupted in laughter. A few of them even made a bet right in front of me, wagering a million-dollar aurora ore mine. They bet I’d be torn apart by the fear of going rogue and be on my knees by midnight, begging Viggo to let me back in. But they had no idea. My birth father had already secretly sent our family token. My pack was already waiting. This time, I would shatter our bond for good.

While I was miscarrying after a car accident, my husband was with his mistress. After surviving, I left divorce papers on his desk and flew overseas to reclaim my abandoned career. But my departure sent my ex-husband spiraling into madness...

"I married on the same day as my twin sister, Chloe. But our parents had prepared a dowry for only one of us. For over twenty years, I, Claire, had always come second. Chloe took my wedding dress, drained my savings, and even dismissed my seafood allergy as a lie. The night before our wedding, I finally gave up on my family. I went through with my wedding early and left for Switzerland alone. Only after I was gone did my family uncover my long-forgotten medical records and realize the truth. Their “most obedient” daughter was never coming back. And this time, I would never look back.这个老师"

Anxious over her husband Samuel's locked basement, Paige follows unsettling clues—perfume, strange stains, and dark figures. She uncovers a web of fake mental diagnoses, exposing an illegal underground fertility experiment. Defeating greedy villains targeting the miraculous drug, Paige saves her marriage and finally cradles her own baby.

Middle-aged Zeke Gibson's estranged wife, Eileen Xander, suddenly returns with a pair of twins—a boy and a girl. With no heirs of his own, she plans for her illegitimate children to inherit his fortune. Outraged by her betrayal, Zeke publicly releases his DNA information, tracking down his seven children conceived from his sperm donations. Eileen's world crumbles when all seven show up before her, and regret finally sets in.