

One month before our Blood Bond Ceremony, my fiancé decided to have a child with his childhood sweetheart to repay a life debt. When I received the pregnancy report bearing both families' blood seals, I realized he had never asked for my permission—he was only informing me. So I tore up our bond and walked away. Two years later, he finally discovered that I was the one who had saved his life. But by then, I was already standing beside another man.

Researcher Vera was betrayed by her fiancé Roman and thrown into the Zero Isolation Zone of Jurassic Exile Island, where she became live bait for Draco, a tyrannosaur experimental subject in its rampage phase. At the critical moment, however, Draco halted his jaws because of the special scent emanating from her body. When the high-voltage electric grid attacked, he shielded her with his own body and completed the mating mark—revealing that he was not a pure beast, but a human implanted with tyrannosaur genes. Vera went from utter isolation to fighting alongside Draco, gradually uncovering the conglomerate's conspiracy: Draco was the pure-blood heir of the group's founder, while Roman had tampered with experimental data to seize control. Through constant clashes and growing trust during their escape, Vera became pregnant with a dragon-child and gave birth to an infant named Dax, who possessed a powerful bloodline. Roman pursued them relentlessly. In the final battle in the lower city, he injected himself with the rampaging blood sample, which caused his body to collapse and led to his death. Vera, Draco, and Dax were reunited amid the ruins, and the family of three resolved to face the subsequent manhunt by the financial conglomerate together.

In her past life, Myla Scott sacrificed the respect and dignity of being the eldest daughter of the Scott family to marry Shawn Ford, only to endure endless humiliation. In Halton, everyone knew that Shawn's true love was Susan Quinn, and Myla was nothing more than an afterthought. Shawn despised her, drained every last ounce of value from her, and left her to die a painful death on the operating table. But this time, in her second life, Myla is determined to take control. She focuses on rebuilding herself, striving for success in both her career and love life. What she doesn't expect is for her cold and indifferent ex-husband to suddenly change, becoming obsessed with winning her back. As their complicated relationship reignites, the truth behind her tragic death in her past life begins to surface.

On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, I collapsed in the pack clinic after my ninety-ninth blood donation to my twin sister, Maeve. She'd been cursed since birth—a curse that could only be sustained by my blood. Our shared bond from the womb was the only thing keeping the dark magic at bay. When I woke up, the healer told me I had developed Aplastic anemia—a rare condition where my bone marrow was failing. Years of constant donations had finally broken my body down, and my wolf, Aurora, was too weak to fight it. I rushed to tell my family, hoping that this time would be different, only to find them at the bakery ordering a custom birthday cake with only Maeve's name on it. They'd forgotten my birthday entirely, even though we were twins born five minutes apart. At first, my sacrifice was met with love and praise. Now, it was nothing more than an obligation everyone expected. My family had chosen Maeve over me countless times before. This time, I decided to choose myself. I had two weeks before I would slip away from this pack house and their lives. Two weeks to prepare everything in silence while they remained oblivious. They would think I'd finally learned my place as Maeve's blood supply. But they would never realize I was counting down the days until I disappeared from their lives forever. By then, it would be too late.

Lydia Nott's mother-in-law falls gravely ill, but Ian Hart, mistakenly thinking the ambulance is for Lydia's ex-boyfriend, blocks its path. At the hospital, he refuses to donate blood and even destroys the blood source needed for the rescue. Despite Lydia's efforts to find help, her mother-in-law dies. Ian skips the memorial to attend Ivy Scott's birthday, only to learn the truth too late. When he tries to expel Lydia from the Hart family, he discovers she's the rightful heir. Stricken with guilt over his mother's death, he is left to face the consequences of his actions.

"Three days before her eternal blood-binding, Sarah’s bridal shop goes up in flames. Lord Marcus stays by her burned body with gentle hands… while secretly ordering Sunlight Essence to destroy her Blood Core so he can raise his secret fledgling with his true lover Rachel. Sarah wakes as a Broken Vessel. She smiles, pretends to accept her fate, and quietly vanishes on the night of the ceremony by staging her own death. When the news reaches the altar, Marcus shatters. He abandons everything, cages Rachel, and burns half his power just to find the woman he destroyed. r Blood Core slowly reigniting under the moonlight."

I was just a maid in the house—until they forced me to marry a man in a coma. They said it was just a formality. They said he'd never wake up. But the moment I touched his abs… He opened his eyes. Worse yet, his younger brother tried to claim me while he was "unconscious." But I had no idea—the real monster hadn't even woken up yet. The man I married… is the King of Vampires. And when he wakes up, no one gets out alive.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I nestled in the arms of my vampire husband, Alaric, and offered my neck to his lingering kisses. My breath caught as my hand fumbled in my pocket for the pregnancy test crystal. It glowed faintly, showing a clear positive result. I planned to reveal my pregnancy as my final surprise for the night: we were going to have a half-vampire child of our own. Alaric's confidant, Roman, grinned suggestively and asked in the Old Tongue of the Kindred: ""Your Highness, and what of your childhood friend, the beautiful pureblood Elise? Does she satisfy you?"" Alaric's mocking laughter rumbled against my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied in the same Old Tongue: ""Like fire, wild and intensely hot. The harder you bite, the sweeter she yields."" His fingertip was still tracing the bite marks on my neck, but his gaze was far away. ""Just be sure to keep this quiet. I'd be ruined if my dear wife found out."" The clansmen chuckled, raising their blood-filled goblets to pledge their secrecy. The warmth in my blood ran to ice. They had forgotten. Born of a noble human line that had intermarried with the Kindred for generations, I was fluent in their Old Tongue. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect hostess's smile plastered on my face, but the hand gripping my glass began to tremble. Alaric probably thought that if I found out, I would cry and demand to know why he treated me this way, just as I had before. But what he didn't know was that this time, everything was different. The marriage contract was void. I sent a message to my father: ""Father, I've lost the bet. I am coming home to inherit the family estate.""