I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ❝ 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞ To the rest of Hogwarts, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, and Lorenzo Berkshire are royalty. They are the Slytherin Princes: feared, worshipped, and untouchable. They break hearts for sport and ruin reputations for fun. . . . To Nora Blackwell, a stoic Ravenclaw Muggleborn with ink-stained fingers and a dangerous addiction to the library, they are simply 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. . . . All it took was one collision. One moment where she didn't flinch. One refusal to apologize to the son of the Dark Lord. Now, the game has changed. The girl who just wanted to pass her N.E.W.T.s has become the school's biggest obsession. . . . ⚔ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 wants to break her spirit vuntil she screams. ♟ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 wants to pick apart her mind until she unravels. 🐍 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 hates that she has more nobility than any Pureblood he knows. 🎨 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 just wants to paint the sadness he sees behind her defiance. . . They think she's a puzzle to be solved. A toy to be played with. But they're about to learn the hard way: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. Rankings: #1 - goldentrioera - 22/12/25 ━━━

Betrayed. Claimed. Hunted. Bridgett Lee was born an Omega-but she refuses to be owned like one. When she discovers her mother has arranged to sell her into marriage to a brutal pack to cover a gambling debt, Bridgett doesn't wait for the ceremony. She runs. Alone. Unmarked. Unclaimed. In a world where an unmated Omega is temptation wrapped in vulnerability, being on the run is more than dangerous-it's intoxicating to the wrong kind of Alpha. Scent draws attention. Attention draws possession. So she buries her scent. Changes her name. Keeps her head down. No bonds. No heats. No mistakes. Until the pack she was promised to begins tracking her like prey. With hunters closing in and her body threatening to betray her, Bridgett turns to the one Alpha she swore she'd never see again-Kieran Black. Her first almost. Her unfinished what-if. But Kieran isn't the reckless boy who used to steal kisses in the dark. He's a dominant pack leader now. Controlled. Ruthless. Surrounded by powerful Alphas who don't take kindly to outsiders-especially not an unclaimed Omega with a scent that makes their instincts snarl. Taking her in could fracture alliances. Sending her away could cost her everything. And the longer Bridgett stays in their territory... The harder it becomes to tell the difference between sanctuary and surrender.

Omegas are often cute, calm, and fragile in every way. But not Charlie. He is adorable, yes, but he's stronger than he looks and he's far from calm. He's snappy, witty, obsessed with fashion and makeup. He has sharp looks and a sharper tongue. And one of the things that stand out about him is that he hates Alphas. In fact, he doesn't just hate them-he loathes them. If given the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to kill each and every Alpha he meets on the street. He's in his third year at one of the most prestigious universities in Russia, but his roommates-two omegas and one beta-graduated, and he was moved to a new dorm. But unfortunately for him, his new dorm has three Alphas: Marcus, Andrew, and Zayne. So now they have to survive living in the dorm with him every day. --- [Past title: Charlie-Sassy Omega~BXB]

Willa Raven was never supposed to have a designation. Omegas went extinct years ago-until the scientists dragged her into a white room and forced one to awaken in her veins. Now she's trapped in a facility that treats her like a specimen, watched by cameras, syringes... and three men she was never meant to meet. A silent Alpha kept in chains, a gentle-eyed apprentice with secrets behind his calm facade, and a boyish voice in the dark whose scent makes her purr. Her body says she belongs to them. Her mind says run.

[COMPLETED] "Don't come any closer." "Your a feisty one aren't you?" He states with a slight smirk as he pushes forward, ignoring my statement and forcing my hand to retract and defend my body from a closer proximity. My ability to form a response is shattered as he moves forward even more, his body now an arm's length away. My breath hitches in my throat. "You see," He begins, cocking his head to the side as he takes another step closer, like a predator closing in on its prey. "There's a slight problem with that sweetheart." His tall frame leans over mine, the heat from his body decorating my skin with goosebumps as he moves his face mere centimetres away from mine. He places his hands on the wall behind me, caging me in and stays still for a split second before moving down to my ear and whispering. "Because you are never escaping me again." - Five years. It all began five years ago. The creatures our parents told us of in harmless stories, the ones that became a common catalyst for nightmares amongst young children, were real. The new world was plagued by monsters that took complete control over human life in a matter of months. Our failure to believe in the myths that our parents unknowingly warned us of became the fuel to our demise. Everything is different now. Now, humans live in poverty with the purpose of serving those deemed superior to us in a system designed purely to oppress. Now, life is about survival, everyday more dangerous than the last. Now, we belong to those who call themselves werewolves. Maeve Evans is luckier than most, with a roof over her head and a husband who would die to protect her. The harsh reality she has grown to accept shatters around her when she hears that one word. The word that seals her fate. Mate. ***** Disclaimer: mature content. HIGHEST RANKS #1 IN POSSESSIVE #1 IN APOCALYPSE #1 IN SURVIVAL [ word count: 180,000 ]

Silverstone Academy isn't your average college campus. It's a battlefield. Survival of the fittest. Where hormones, scents, and dominance linger within the halls. A place where Alphas, Betas, and Omegas come to find their mates, all the while getting their education and finding their place in the hierarchy. But keeping a secret in a place like this is harder than it looks. Logan Haveard has two secrets, and both could end in expulsion. One, she's pretending to be a guy. Not by choice but by her father. And two, she's a Theta. It's a rare class that's only heard of in the history books. Thetas don't get heats often like omegas, nor do they scent, so to everyone, she's a beta, but the swirl marking on her abdomen says otherwise. As she struggles to keep both of her identities hidden, and the power that seems to grow inside her a secret, she seemed to have caught the attention of Daniel Oliver, an Omega, who's mated to the six most powerful Alphas in society. What could possibly go wrong? *** Why Choose? Reverse harem Slowburn

In the glittering, predatory world of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, omegas are hidden, silenced, or erased. Solis Valentine has been all three. After a trauma that forced her away from Beauxbatons, Solis transfers to Hogwarts determined to claim one thing: control. Over her scent. Over her instincts. Over her future. She hides behind blockers and glamours, a painted smile, and the illusion of composure. But secrets burn hotter with age. Her seventeenth year unravels with strange warmth beneath her skin, the stirrings of a maturing cycle she isn't ready for, and the unwanted attention of five alphas bound to each other-one of the rarest packs in wizarding history. The more her body shifts, the harder it becomes to stay hidden. The more the pack notices her, the closer she edges toward disaster. Because instinct is older than bloodlines. Older than rules. Older than fear. And Solis is running out of time.

***Do not read if you haven't read Part One! Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man.