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Gianna Mason is Javion Herman's protected "golden canary." Just as Gianna is about to give birth, Javion is framed and disappears. Five years later, Gianna returns to the country with her daughter and encounters a down-on-his-luck Javion. Mother and daughter bring him home, and the three join forces to face their enemies and clear up past misunderstandings.

Omega orphan Haiyi was married off to Beta Thomas at 18. Blamed for barren years, she suffered brutal abuse. When the council threatened exile, Thomas drugged her on a full moon night and abandoned her in a remote castle — planning to have rogues breed her by force. The castle hides Wolf King Gareth, who goes feral every full moon from Wolfsbane poisoning. In beast form, he catches her heat pheromones and claims her, forging an unbreakable fated mate bond. Gareth tracks her scent, executes pack justice on Thomas, and installs her as his personal maid. She strikes a deal: she guards his secret and soothes his feral episodes; he shields her from harm. No forced intimacy. Surviving jealous maids and noble fiancée Cecilia's schemes, Haiyi pulls him back from madness each full moon. Dangerous nights spark an undeniable attachment.

"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."

On her wedding day, Rachel's fiancé elopes with her sister, so she marries his younger brother instead—the notorious playboy Liam.Everyone thinks it's a joke. But she's a general's daughter who knows how to wield a blade, play politics, and turn a wastrel husband into a weapon who conquers enemies and hands her the ultimate power.

Calder Maren, heir to the Sea God, disguised himself as a vagabond and married Mara Ashveil. He left her pregnant before going to war. For eight years, she raised their son in humiliation. When the boy is chosen as a sacrifice, Calder returns as the Sea God, unleashing divine wrath to protect his family.

When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The door burst open with a bang, and my Beta father charged in like a storm. His fangs bared, claws twitching. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”

When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The door burst open with a bang, and my Beta father charged in like a storm. His fangs bared, claws twitching. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”

"The night the blood dyed the bright moon crimson remained an eternal nightmare haunting Elara. She was the most powerful ancient Queen of the wolf clan in ten thousand years, blessed with an unparalleled bloodline that overawed all beasts and ruled the entire nocturnal realm. Yet she fell victim to the one she had trusted above all others. Kane, the elite warrior she had personally promoted, the confidant she had trusted with her back and nurtured with all the clan’s resources, drove his blade straight through her heart at the peak of their clan’s prosperity, when all beings bowed in allegiance. The piercing agony of the blade paled in comparison to the collapse of her heart. She watched the young man who had once knelt before her with utter devotion, his eyes now cold and ruthless. She witnessed him lead the rebel army to massacre the sacred wolf temple, and watch the once glorious wolf clan collapse overnight, its lands drowned in rivers of blood. With her dying breath, she heard his low, indifferent voice, devoid of the slightest affection, carrying only icy command: “Slay the Queen, secure the realm.” Boundless hatred engulfed her soul, burning her to the core, yet her vengeful resolve never wavered. Fate granted her a second chance, reborn from blood and embers. When she opened her eyes again, Elara shed her domineering ancient wolf royal bloodline, suppressing all her sharpness and supreme majesty. She transformed into a frail, humble human girl. Hiding the raging blood feud in her eyes, erasing every trace of her former queenly identity and taming her unyielding pride, she disguised herself as an ordinary, timid mortal, lingering on the fringes of the wolf territory now fully under Kane’s control. The Kane of today was no longer the dependent warrior who had once relied on her. He had seized her throne and risen as the undisputed Alpha Lord of the entire wolf clan, ruling over vast territories with absolute power of life and death over all his kind

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?

On her senior prom night, Maeve is publicly dumped by her fiancé. In a moment of defiance, she flash-marries a mysterious delivery man, Lorenzo — unaware he is a secret billionaire. As hidden identities unravel and enemies strike, their fake marriage blossoms into true love.

For three years, Sean Yale lives as a powerless husband, cooking and cleaning for his CEO wife without ever earning her love. When she hands him a prenatal report and says, “Sign it. Be the father,” he realizes she has never cared. Heartbroken, he strikes back. She soon discovers that the husband she humiliates is the heir to Axton Corp—and that her first love has destroyed her family.

My husband was a Gold dragon. So was I. Yet I gave birth to a small Ice Blue dragon. Then came the news: my younger half-sister had borne a Gold dragon for his younger brother. Her fame spread like wildfire. Drakon Vexis, the Crown Prince, flew into a fury. He slaughtered my child. He threw me into the frozen dungeons, where I was tortured and starved until I breathed my last. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of my coming-of-age ceremony—the day the dragon court chose its brides. Without hesitation, Drakon chose my sister. I knew then. He had been reborn too.

I wheel myself into the birthday celebration that Wales Price has thrown for me. The atmosphere is originally lively, but a brief silence descends when everyone sees me. The guests are there for different purposes, but celebrating my birthday is not one of them. "Is that Mr. Price's crippled fiancée, Joey Hertza?" "Yeah, but the one he really loves is Anna Giovanni. I saw them kissing in a corner earlier." They use their wine glasses to block their mouths as they speak loudly. They think I'm still the crippled deaf I used to be. They don't know that I regained my hearing last week. I can hear every mocking comment they make. Meanwhile, Wales stands there and allows it to happen. He doesn't stop the guests from talking about me. He seems to have forgotten that I only ended up like this while protecting him. I shoved him away when the accident happened and got trapped underneath the car myself. When I was rescued, Wales swore to stay with me and care for me for life. It's only been three short years since then, but he's already changed. I receive a message on my phone. "Ms. Hertza, the lifelike corpse that you've ordered is now complete. Reply to this message with your confirmation, and your death-faking service will be immediately effective. We will send the corpse to your and Mr. Price's wedding in five days." I don't even hesitate as I reply with my confirmation. Enjoy your wedding, Wales.

Lester the Vampire made a deal with his cure Evelyn: marry him, save his life. Then a conspiracy tore them apart. Seven years later, he finds her again -- blind, with a daughter who has his eyes, and a hatred for him. When she finally sees his face... it nearly kills her. Saving her costs him his blood, his body, and every year he'd ever grown.

Three days before my wedding, Adrian canceled it for the fifty-second time. He came to the Palermo workshop to approve my gown’s crest embroidery, but the moment I stepped out from the fitting curtain, he snatched up his holster and radio. “Torino bastards smashed Bianca’s vineyard, surrounded the estate. Lia’s terrified, so I have to go. The wedding is off.” Once, I would have stopped him and demanded to know who mattered more to him, me or Bianca. This time, I simply let him go. Thirty minutes later, Bianca posted an Instagram Story: [You’re the only shelter for me and my daughter.] The photo showed Adrian holding Bianca close, with Lia in his arms, calling him Dad. They looked like a real family. My parents sighed. “Seraphina, is the wedding in Hawaii off again? We’ve already sent the invitations to every renowned Italian family. What will this do to the Bellini family’s honor?” I shook my head, tapping the backup invite. "The wedding goes on. In three days, I’ll still be a bride. Just not Adrian’s."

For three years, Sean Yale lives as a powerless husband, cooking and cleaning for his CEO wife without ever earning her love. When she hands him a prenatal report and says, “Sign it. Be the father,” he realizes she has never cared. Heartbroken, he strikes back. She soon discovers that the husband she humiliates is the heir to Axton Corp—and that her first love has destroyed her family.

Street mechanic Isolde sacrifices everything for her boyfriend Rico's cybernetic body, only to be betrayed and sent to mafia godfather Leon as his bride. But on their wedding day, the ruthless Leon massacres every assassin to protect her… Is this marriage just a contract—or love?

Phoebe, heiress of Caelon's wealthiest family, teaches in a mountain village. During a patriotic lesson, a video of the Jovian invasion terrifies Vivian Smith—her father's fiancée—and her son, born to a Jovian spy. Seeing him cry, Vivian, blinded by anger and guilt, humiliates Phoebe. Only when she realizes that Phoebe is Alfred Green's daughter does regret hit.