"Hit me," I whisper, staring up at him, as he towered over me, my back pressed to the wall. His face falls from one of anger to one of confusion, his brows furrowing, and he looks down, ripping his stupid, show-stopping blue eyes away from my own. God, even when I'm mad at him, I love him. He looks at me, taking a step back, in complete and utter shock at my words, "What?" "Hit me, do it, don't act as you care for me," I spit out, pursing my lips together to keep myself from sobbing. He looks at me, and I stare back, the silence fills the room and he runs his hand through his hair, turning away from me. "I'm not gonna hit you, you idiot, I love you" He snaps after a few painful minutes of silence, gently cupping my face into his hands, lowering his tone, "Despite everything, I still love you," I find myself leaning into his touch, even though I don't want to, "You love me, but I'm one you've turned on, repeatedly," "I'd chose my sister over you, any of you," He says, softly. But for some reason, when he says it, I want to accept it, but I don't deserve to be a second choice. "Just me," He quickly pulls his touch away from me, and only then, can I think straight. I'm upset that I fell for it, again, his stupid love spell. "Stop! Stop with the bullsh*t about being unloved, you are a part of me. If you don't agree with my motive, I don't care! I never said I was perfect," He shouts at me, throwing a vase off the table, "But I need you,"

Lily Moreno lives for slow mornings, warm muffins, and her peaceful little café where everything smells like sugar and feels like safety. She's fought hard for her soft life - and she doesn't let anything violent, messy, or male inside her walls. Until the night a blood-soaked stranger steps out of a dark alley and into her world. Roman Kade is six foot five, made of rage and scars, and known in the underground fighting circuit as "The Bear." He doesn't do soft. He doesn't do safe. He doesn't do anything except fight, survive, and stay away from things he might break. But the first time he sees Lily - all curves, warmth, and attitude - he knows he's already too close. He doesn't belong in her world. She doesn't want anything to do with his. And yet... every time he shows up, he brings her a teddy bear. What starts as protection turns into obsession. What starts as tension turns into heat. What starts as a threat becomes the one thing they both can't live without. He was never supposed to touch her. She was never supposed to crave the monster. But some bruises feel better when you ask for them.

Paradise never expected a stranger at a café to change everything. Marcus is quiet, patient, and impossibly captivating-like he already knows her in ways he shouldn't. But behind his charm is something deeper. His attention is consuming, his devotion unsettling, and every choice he makes feels too precise to be coincidence. Is it fate drawing them together... or something far more dangerous?

This is a story about love and war. When Kendall decides that she is done taking shit from her low life bf and aint shit friends, she takes a big step and moves to Italy. Not knowing anyone there she starts her new life in a new country. Adonis Ardrian, New heir to the itailan mafia, doesn't take anything lightly. Ever since his father killed his mother and two brothers he has been on edge, aggressive, dangerous, craved, like a starved animal. Waiting and watching in the shadows, any chance to catch the Spanish mafia slipping. One day on his hunt he sees the most beautiful woman alive,she captured his attention and now he wants more. He finds out who she is and has been stalking , watching , waiting for the perfect time to strike....

Gianna Ashford has spent three years building a life that looks perfect from the outside a Paris-French, Jamaican beauty, engaged to a man who has stopped seeing her, surrounded by friends who chose comfort over honesty. When one dinner breaks her open in front of everyone, she finally says what she's needed to say for months. Reid Hollowell doesn't need anything from anyone. Heir to land his family has worked for three generations, he shows up to every gathering, hugs every cousin, dances with every aunt and leaves alone, every single time. Nobody in town has cracked him open. Nobody's tried hard enough. When Gianna steps off a plane into a place slower and smaller than anything she's known, she isn't looking for him. He isn't looking for anyone. But small towns have a way of putting two people in the same room until neither of them can pretend anymore.

Obsessive alpha's Loving betas Secret princes Lots of jealousy loads of malice. A girl with two mates A beta and alpha who hate each other. Fairytales haven't been a consideration for Erin in quite some time now. In a place where slow pacing vague tomorrows and monotonous people seemed to stack their sorrows, there wasn't much room for joy or even the crack of a smile. Howbeit for Erin, her dull lackluster and depressing life was all going to change very soon. When she and a few other females leave home to go train with a neighboring pack, Erin is soon met with challenges and feelings she'd forgotten she possessed. And those challenges and feelings come from no one other than a boyishly handsome alpha and a witty but charming beta. David and Theo were once like brothers, however life has a funny way of doing things while pulling people apart at the same time. Envy, malice, longing, and brooding power can really tear a relationship apart. Especially if that relationship belongs to the two strongest in the pack, but what's to come of the current alpha and beta's strained relationship when both of them figure out they're involved and possibly mates to the same girl? Besides what will happen when one rejects her, and the other rushes in to save the day all the while they still manage to stay under the same roof? Who will she choose and what now will Come of Whitestone? Highest ranking #8 in werewolf #9 in bwwm

She fell in love with a undercover cop during a mission involving her "friends". After his mission is done he ghost her and she finds outs she's pregnant. So decides to focus on her and the baby. What happens when they meet again after 4 months during a mission where she works at? Will he remember her? Will she forgive him?

/'takt(ə)l/ characterized by or showing a strong tendency to relate to things through physical touch..... not your typical werewolf story join me my dear readers in following 24 year old Dakota Woods on his journey of finding his person ------------ I think I am genuinely going insane now. The scent from earlier that I caught from Shawn is here in this very closet. Lately, it feels like the scent is always around taunting me. It has been a whole week since I first encountered its flowery and sweet existence. It always comes off of Shawn so he knows the person for sure but I wonder who it is. God I hope it is not someone he is hooking up with. I turn my head to the right spotting the rack for the coats and my eye immediately catches the pink hoodie that the scent clings to. I look at it for a second thinking of my next move simply trying to keep my dignity. Unfortunately, my wolf Koi stirs trying to come to the surface demanding to be near the scent. Before I know it my hand is clenching the jacket as if it would run away from me. I bring the hoodie up to my face and shove my nose in it breathing it in over and over again. I do not want to come off like a pervert that sniffs underwear or something but this is going to be harder than I thought. Shawn said I could come to his reunion if I wanted to since we have been friends for ten years. I knew most of his family honestly but this scent is not something I remember at all. Even if I did unless I was eighteen and up, it would not smell like this to me. With Koi being so eager it only points in one direction. MATE And here I thought playing basketball with his relatives was going to be my biggest obstacle today. Who would of guessed that his cousin would be my demise.

Zoe hated fantasy novels. Especially the dramatic ones with growling werewolves, ancient vampires, and "fated mates." So when her best friend forces her to read one, she finishes it out of pure loyalty, calls it ridiculous, and goes to sleep. The next morning? She wakes up as a vampire princess trapped inside the very book she read for three hours straight. Now everyone expects her to act elegant, mysterious, and deadly. Meanwhile, she's trying not to panic over: blood-drinking etiquette vampire politics missing memories and one terrifying hybrid wolf who keeps looking at her like she personally invented destiny. She wants to go home. He wants his mate. The universe, apparently, wants chaos.

VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me