

The year I was reborn was the year the vampire war began. The first thing I did was get rid of the pup. My mate's pup. Alpha Lucas's. In my last life, he covered for his childhood friend, Sarah, when she mated a vampire. He took my pure-blood pup and swapped him with her half-breed bastard. They branded me a traitor. Tortured me to death in a silver dungeon. And my own son, brainwashed by Sarah, stood over my corpse and told me to rot in hell. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to the witch's hut and drank the poison she gave me. But as the life drained away, I uncorked another bottle: an expensive Mimic Potion. It fakes a pup's heartbeat. It gives off the scent of an expecting mother. Lucas wants a child to take the fall for Sarah's crime. Fine. I'll give him a show. This time, I have no weakness.

The year I was reborn was the year the vampire war began. The first thing I did was get rid of the pup. My mate's pup. Alpha Lucas's. In my last life, he covered for his childhood friend, Sarah, when she mated a vampire. He took my pure-blood pup and swapped him with her half-breed bastard. They branded me a traitor. Tortured me to death in a silver dungeon. And my own son, brainwashed by Sarah, stood over my corpse and told me to rot in hell. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to the witch's hut and drank the poison she gave me. But as the life drained away, I uncorked another bottle: an expensive Mimic Potion. It fakes a pup's heartbeat. It gives off the scent of an expecting mother. Lucas wants a child to take the fall for Sarah's crime. Fine. I'll give him a show. This time, I have no weakness.

Emergency physician Charli Spencer dies suddenly from overwork and wakes up in the body of her namesake in the Republican era.There, she shares a night of unexpected passion with Stephen Dawson, the formidable Warlord of the capital. But fate soon pulls them apart. While Stephen becomes obsessed with finding her again, Charli discovers she is pregnant and chooses to raise their son,Kevin alone.Five years later, Stephen finally uncovers the truth about Kevin. Determined not to lose them again, he proposes to Charli and begs her to enter the Marshal's Mansion as his wife...

I'm about to get married under the witness of the Goddess of the Moon. However, Carl Erickson, my partner of ten years, doesn't know it yet. Carl has recently hired a new assistant—Ivy Keating. Everyone in the wolf pack knows something amorous is going on between them; they frequently "discuss work" until the wee hours of the night. A celebration that's supposed to be for our anniversary turns into Ivy's birthday celebration. Carl orders a ten-layer mango cream cake for the celebration—it's Ivy's favorite. They get cream everywhere, but they've forgotten I'm seriously allergic to mangoes. A regular mango is as lethal to me as wolf venom is. I'm taken away by an ambulance to be rescued, and I'm alone when I wake up. Carl is still at the party, celebrating Ivy's birthday. My wolf growls unhappily, and my love for Carl dies. It's then that I agree to the marriage my family has arranged for me. I'm going to marry a true Alpha.

Elena, a downtrodden werewolf, crosses paths with Theodore, the seemingly merciless Alpha of the Blackvine pack. Their encounter sparks a revelation: they are fated mates. As passion ignites, they are thrust into a perilous dance, battling against societal divides and formidable adversaries. The burning question looms large: will their love conquer the insurmountable odds, or will fate cruelly tear them apart?

Cursed Omega Laika suffers constant abuse from vicious Alpha Amell. She repeatedly dreams of a faceless savior linked to her soul, unaware it’s Titan Alpha Karim who rescues her. Neither realizes they are fated mates, yet Karim’s primal wolf instinct draws him to Laika no matter how hard he resists. Betrayal spreads through the pack, and an age-old blood feud stands between them. Torn between Karim, who heals her shattered soul, and the vengeance raging in her blood, can their love shatter her cursed fate?

I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"