Alpha Leander, the most powerful werewolf in the world, had everything except his mate, so he tore the world apart to get her. Now that Luna Millie is back, he must conquer her heart...all over again. Season 2 of The Alpha's Rejection SEASON COMPLETE: Enjoy 20% off when unlocking the full story. *** After an unimaginable loss, Luna Millie runs away from her mate and builds a new life across the ocean. But her mate, Alpha Leander, has never been one to admit defeat. He tracks her down and comes knocking, and he's shocked to find his mate cradling a secret that she had kept for nearly a year. Millie's heart has hardened after much loss and tragedy, but her dominant alpha mate refuses to let up the chase. Leander isn't discouraged by Millie's coldness. He welcomes the challenge because he conquered her once and is confident he can do so again. With Leander chipping away at the ice around her heart and the embers of desire between them burning as hot as ever, will Millie melt? Or will their painful past and the enemies thirsty for the blood of the powerful alpha mates be the perfect storm to separate them forever?

Lola Sullivan is drowning. Her mother's medical bills are piling up, and she is out of options. Desperation drives her to an egg donation clinic, willing to do whatever it takes to save the only family she has left. ​Enter Roman Belmont. A powerful billionaire who has everything money can buy- except a biological child. His wife, Chanel, cannot conceive, leaving their marriage fractured. A chance encounter at the clinic brings Roman and Lola together, sparking an unconventional, high-stakes offer. Roman will clear Lola's staggering debts and secure her mother's future. In exchange, Lola will carry his child. ​The arrangement is supposed to be purely business. Cold, transactional, and bound by a contract. But as boundaries blur and the line between surrogate and something far more intimate begins, the deal turns dangerous. ​Chanel Belmont agreed to a baby, but she never agreed to share her husband. As jealousy brews and secrets unravel, Lola realizes that entering the Belmonts world might cost her far more than she ever bargained for. How far will she go to survive a game where she is just a pawn? 2026- 1 #jealousy 1 #Jilted 1 #Surrogate 3 #Mistress 3 #ContractRelationship

I cannot stay here long. I have stayed too long already. The town has started to know my shape. Her father knows my strength. Marcy knows my silence. Petals knows my face well enough to draw it. That is danger. A smart man leaves before roots form. A weapon does not grow roots at all. "What do people call you?" she asks softly behind me. Subject 249. Asset. Animal. Monster. The Russian word one guard used before I broke his jaw. A memory of a black-haired man snapping something over my shoulder with blood on his hands. Mikhail. Alexei. The name Alexei sits somewhere deep, but it is not reachable. Not fully. It feels like a locked door. It feels like a man who died at twenty-one and left me wearing his bones. I cannot give her that name. Not when I do not know if it is mine. Not when saying it might wake things that should stay asleep. So I choose the one I have used at the docks, the one written on no paper, the one old fishermen can pronounce without questions, the one that feels borrowed enough to abandon. "Nicholas," I say. Her voice is careful. "Nicholas." My hand tightens on the curtain. The name sounds different in her mouth. Less fake. That is dangerous too. "Nicholas," she repeats, softer this time, like she is testing the shape of it, like she is sketching it in the air. I let the curtain fall and turn back toward her. She is watching me with tired eyes, frightened but curious, still in pain, still too cold, still too beautiful for the small room. Every time I look at her, the plan changes. That is the problem. Before the store, I was leaving before deep winter. Before the drawing, I was leaving within a week. Before the snow, I was leaving tomorrow. Now she is here, wrapped in my blanket, her ankle in my bandage, my name in her mouth, and tomorrow feels impossible in a way I do not understand.

18+| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐕 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩... 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩. Forrest Wilder has a Hall of Fame arm, a foul mouth, and a PR disaster that's costing him everything. August "Gus" Hernandez is a reality TV villain with a wine-throwing problem and a reputation in ruins. They didn't just break up. They imploded. Live. In 4K. But while they were busy leaving each other at the altar, the ratings were breaking records. Now, the network has a solution to save Forrest's reputation and August's brand: Give the people the happy ending they were promised. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡: A spinoff series following their "rekindled" romance. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: A fake engagement, a shared hotel room, and eight weeks of pretending they aren't still furious. They just have to sell the fairy tale on camera without killing each other off-screen. But amidst the hot mics and staged dates, one thing becomes painfully clear: pretending was never the problem. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱... 𝐈𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included*

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

Vyra, an outcast within her pack is thrown into chaos when she is revealed to be the Alpha's mate. Tantalize: Threads of Silver Series *** Vyra Lupine is a pariah in her Lycan pack. Both a hybrid and an Outcast, she has had her fair share of struggles. Nothing compares to the night of the Alpha's mating ritual, when the reveal of Seren Umbra's mate changes the course of her life forever. Bound by magic and tradition, Vyra finds herself stuck in a battle she will undeniably lose. Forced to face the truth of her family's betrayal, a tangled web of deceit, and the bond's temptation, she must fight and claw her way into power after years of being suppressed. Will she choose what feels like love and accept the bond? Or will she choose vengeance and take back what is rightfully hers?

"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

... Maisie Lucumi has lived her nineteen years quietly. Her world has always been composed of routine, polite smiles, and carefully monitored expectations. She never longed for more - never dared to - until the day her future was arranged without her consent. Soren Santil's life has always belonged to everyone else. As the only son in a house full of sisters, the golden boy of English football, and the pride of his family, responsibility has followed him everywhere. So when Italy calls, he answers - unaware that his transfer comes with far more than a contract. Despite being strangers bound by an agreement neither fully understands, Soren and Maisie find themselves orbiting each other in a house filled with tension and silence. But it doesn't take long to realize that some arrangements aren't built for happiness. And sometimes, the quietest hearts carry the loudest storms.

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,