
by Violet Star
Three years of cold dinners, public invisibility, and quiet humiliation — Evelyn Storm had survived all of it without a single tear shed inside Lucian Thorn's walls. Not when she found the notebook where he'd scored her body like a checklist. Not when the group chat added her by 'accident' so she could watch him call her a tool. Not when Celeste sat in the Luna's chair at the gala, and Lucian knelt on the floor to blot wine from her dress without a single glance back. But her mother had knitted that scarf with trembling hands, three months before she died. The pale blue her mother had chosen. The crooked stitches she'd begged not to be redone, because that's where the trembling was. And now it was brown, soaking wet, ruined in a bowl of someone else's herbal dye. So Evelyn did something she'd never done before. She raised her hand. Then she raised her head. And then she went home — to the North, to the name she'd never told him, to the man who'd been waiting for exactly the woman Lucian had never bothered to see.
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by MJ
The age-gap mafia romance that will keep you reading until dawn. Explicit content. 18+ only. Some men collect power. Alexander Blackwood collects everything. When a dying woman places an orphaned boy into the hands of Manhattan's most ruthless crime lord, she calls it protection. What it really is: the last move in a game of revenge decades in the making. Ethan Sterling is seventeen, penniless, and furiously, dangerously perceptive—able to read Alexander in ways no one else dares try. He sees past the expensive suits and controlled silences to the something hungry underneath. He should be terrified. He's not. And that, more than anything, is what makes Alexander Blackwood begin to unravel. In a world where weakness gets you killed and beauty gets you sold, Ethan refuses to be either victim or prop. But surviving Alexander means understanding him—and understanding him means wanting him. Dark. Possessive. Utterly consuming.

by Gianna CC
She lay in her marriage bed, two feet from her mate and his mistress, listening their sex voice, paralyzed by the tea he brewed her every single night. She couldn't scream. She couldn't fight. She could only lie there and count. Count the minutes until she could move again. Count the days until her escape. Count every single betrayal she would one day make him pay for. Astraea lost her wolf to give birth to her son. She lost her health. She nearly lost herself. But she never lost the skills she learned during six years training under Alpha King—the ghost identity no one in Redwood Pack even suspects exists. Thirty days. One burner phone. A secret pregnancy that changes everything. And a man who thinks his obedient Luna is still too broken to fight back. He has no idea who he married.
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by Rose Flora
She's the most wanted thief in the city. He's the billionaire hunting her down. Vivian Harrington built her reputation as the Black Cat one impossible heist at a time — all to keep an orphanage full of children from ending up on the streets. She's sharp, fearless, and allergic to men in expensive suits. Sebastian Forsythe is everything she despises: rich, polished, and infuriatingly persistent. When he shows up demanding her help to recover stolen military technology, she tells him exactly where he can shove his offer. So he stands outside her door. In the pouring rain. All. Night. Long. The man is clearly unhinged. He's also hiding a federal badge, a body count, and a past darker than anything in Vivian's criminal record. As a deadly conspiracy forces them together, their explosive chemistry becomes impossible to ignore — every argument ending with his lips too close, every escape leaving her breathless in his arms. But someone is framing the Black Cat for crimes she didn't commit, and the closer Vivian gets to the truth, the more she realizes Sebastian may be the most dangerous thing she's ever stolen: a man she might actually trust. *He came to catch a thief. She stole something he never planned to lose.*

by Paige writes
Gianna was fourteen when they dragged her to the Grey Bone Mines in silver chains. Falsely accused of stealing the sacred Moonstone Tear, betrayed by the family who raised her, and abandoned by every wolf who once called her daughter—she spent four years sorting raw silver with bare hands until the toxin traced her veins in ash-grey lines and silenced her wolf entirely. Now she's been pardoned. But freedom is just another cage. Her adoptive sister Charlotte—the one who framed her—stands waiting with a thermos and a perfect mask of grief. Her ex-fiancé Theodore, the Alpha King's Beta, carries her through the snow on his wolf's back but denies ever seeing her. The family that erased her name from their records has placed her in a windowless basement and is already negotiating to send her away again. But Gianna is no longer the girl who believed in mercy. She's found poison in her grandmother's medicine. She's kept every note, every bottle, every lie. And somewhere deep in her chest, her wolf Gina stirs—broken, barely breathing, but not yet dead. In a house where witnesses are bought, evidence is planted, and love is performed for an audience, Gianna has learned the only rule that matters: stop speaking. Watch. Wait for them to make a mistake. And if they don't? Then she'll have to become the thing they already accused her of being.

by Eloise
Six weeks pregnant. Ordered to terminate. Refuses to bow. When King Alpha Black Blackwood announces he wants to dissolve their two-year political mating, Fiona is already keeping the most dangerous secret in the Northern Ridge Pack — she's carrying his heir. She knows what will happen if the truth comes out. Black's loyalty belongs to Seraphina, the woman he credits with saving his life. His wolf, Logan, may rage with protective instincts, but his human heart has already made its choice. So Fiona does what she's always done: she endures. She flushes the herbs the doctors prescribe. She deflects his sharp questions with razor-thin lies. She stands in the rain, torn apart on the inside, and lets him believe she feels nothing. But secrets don't stay buried in a pack house. And a wolf who truly doesn't love his mate doesn't hold a cool cloth to her burning forehead at 3 a.m. The truth is coming — and when it does, everything Seraphina has built between them will crumble to ash.