

After her werewolf husband died, pregnant widow Clara is taken in by her powerful mother-in-law Anna, defying clan law. Her brother-in-law, the Wolf King Killian starts as reluctant protector but gradually falls in love with her. Facing jealous rivals and human betrayal, they fight for their forbidden happy ending.

When Lila impulsively kisses a stranger to get back at her cheating ex-boyfriend, she has no idea she's just locked lips with Colton Denizen, a billionaire and her esteemed college professor. As sparks fly, their passionate yet secretive relationship leads them into a thrilling adventure. Together, they must unravel the mystery and bring down the elusive Rogue King. Lila and Colton's bond is tested in ways they never imagined. Will their love survive the secrets and perils they uncover?

Forced into a loveless marriage to settle her father's debts, Luna Fiona's life spirals when she finds out about her fiancé's betrayal and the cancellation of their wedding. Amidst the chaos, a mysterious call boy with a royal secret enters her life, igniting a thrilling and perilous romance that could either save her pack or plunge her into even greater danger.

My younger sister and I spent ten years fighting over Rowan Vale, the Alpha of Silver Ridge Pack. In my first life, I became his mate. Everyone said he was obsessed with me. Why else would he keep me carrying litters for seven years and give Silver Ridge six heirs? When I went into labor with the seventh, I nearly bled out. Rowan sent the healers away and forced wolfsbane down my throat himself. Only then did he tell me the truth. If it were not for the fact that only a daughter of the Hart bloodline could bear pureblood Alpha heirs, he said, he never would have claimed me at all. I had been useful for one thing only: giving him heirs. Now that he had enough, I had none. I died hating him. In my second life, I handed the bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack to my sister. “Go,” I told her. “You’re the one he wants.” Five years later, she was sent back to me half-starved, shaking, and marked by restraints. Through sobs, she told me Rowan had never loved her either. He had kept her because she was still a Hart daughter, because she could give him heirs, and because her scent could calm him during rut. She died less than two months later. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my third life. The unsigned bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack lay on the table between us, and my sister and I could only stare at each other. Who, exactly, did that Alpha want?

Former Silvermoon Alpha Ada hides as a healer to protect her unawakened daughter Daisy. When Daisy is bullied and abducted by the ruthless Knight family, Ada must unleash her dormant Alpha power. As she confronts betrayal, wolfsbane plots, and a shocking truth—Daisy’s father is Darkmoon Alpha Rex—will Ada save her daughter, end the pack war, and embrace her destiny?

Edward, a powerful Alpha, plans to reject his fated mate to make his savior Katherine his Luna. But during the deadly Soul Fire Ritual, he gradually falls in love with his true mate, Scarlett—only to destroy her. After her death, he discovers the truth from her diary: Scarlett was the real one who saved him all along. Katherine lied to him and it was all a set up. Now, with everything lost, will fate give Alpha a second chance to redeem himself and win her back?

18-year-old Lila, deemed worthless for her inability to shift, faces betrayal from her boyfriend and sister, followed by her own father's attempt to kill her. When she meets Victor, the Alpha feared as the 'brutal monster,' both a fated romance and her dormant powers begin to stir…

I died just before my husband Drake's wedding to his mate. Ten days before my death, Drake's former mate returned. Drake abandoned me to spend the night with his mate even though I was attacked by rogues and was severely injured. He came back directly the next day, not to see me but to give me the news. “I want to sever the mate bond with you.” “I’ve been poisoned by wolfsbane.” “You’re lying again. Regardless, I must reject you today.” He didn’t know that his rejection would hasten my death. I thought that after this stumbling block—me—was gone, he could finally live happily with his mate. But to my surprise, he abandoned his bride at the wedding and ran to my gravestone, weeping. “Lyra, you are my wife. I forbid you to die!”

The only daughter of the Alpha King, Isabella, lost everything during a massacre and even became a slave to another pack. Years later, her childhood knight suddenly reappears and guides her in regaining her white wolf powers. They then fight side by side to bring down the all the liars, traitors, and murderers in their lives.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.