Exiled for being a Never Wolf, Mabel returns to her pack for her sister's wedding, only to discover her fated mate is the new Alpha, Sebastian. Determined to leave the pack that rejected her, Mabel must resist Sebastian's charms as he tries to convince her to stay and become his luna. Standalone in the Never Wolf series *** Exiled for being a Never Wolf, Mabel reluctantly returns to her pack for her sister's wedding, only to discover that her fated mate is the new Alpha, Sebastian. Knowing the pack that once cast her out will never accept her as Luna, Mabel is determined to leave-until her sister, Amber, begs for her help. Blackmailed by rogue wolves into stealing a sacred relic, Amber's life hangs in the balance if the truth is exposed. Mabel agrees to stay, but resisting her growing attraction to Sebastian becomes more difficult with each passing day. As her feelings for him deepen, Mabel is torn between saving her sister and escaping the pack that rejected her. But Sebastian has no intention of letting her walk away so easily. Now, Mabel faces an impossible dilemma: can she save her sister without losing her heart to the Alpha determined to make her his?

Bread, grass, and rose. Plain, common, and uselessly fragile. The girl Solin was, who loved Aurik from the moment she met him, died when she heard his description of her. A new woman rose from the ashes. Two years later, Solin returns to the city of Tibalt, where the high society of the Kingdom of Aivieria gathers during the autumn, winter, and spring seasons. Widowed and carrying the knowledge that she will likely discover the mark of her mate within a year, Solin intends to use her last few months of freedom to enjoy herself before she settles down. The escort she chooses for her new, excitingly wild life? King Aurik, the man who ended her old one. And he's certainly not enjoying himself (ask Solin if she cares). It's about time the world was reminded that roses have thorns.

At our gender reveal, my husband joked about getting my sister pregnant with a boy. Everybody thought that was hilarious. Except me.

Quick note for my readers before you start this story. It is going to be taken off and sent off to the editor on the 13th of December 2025. Fern thought marriage meant partnership, love, and the quiet safety of family. For four years she's tried to believe that-tried to ignore the sharp edges of a mother-in-law who never wanted her, an ex who had moved too close for comfort and a husband who is always looking the other way. But when her husband's negligence leaves their little girl in a hospital bed with burns on her hand, Fern can no longer swallow the excuses. She is done being the afterthought in her own marriage. Her husband Conner insists he loves her, but love doesn't keep a child safe. Love doesn't silence a mother-in-law's whispers or stop an ex from poisoning the air of every family gathering. Love isn't enough-not when Fern's entire world has been built on the shaky ground of compromise. And as the fractures in their marriage widen into fault lines, Fern has to face the question she's been afraid to ask- What if walking away is the only way to save herself and her daughter?

To most people, my husband is Viper. VP of the Devil's Rejects MC, hard, uncompromising, and completely committed to the club and his brothers. But the man I fell in love with was simply Roman, a man who called me Sunshine, and treated me like I was his treasure. By the time I realized the club would always come first, I was in too deep. And when his enemies came for me? He wasn't there to protect me because he was busy protecting her. And that I don't know how to forgive. Now I'm building a new life for myself without Roman. He promises he will give up everything to win me back, but promises are cheap and his aren't worth much. When we discover our enemies are still alive and planning to strike out again, however, I might not have any choice but to put my life in the hands of the man who's already let me down once.

Sorcha MacAlasdair, daughter of a proud Laird, with her quiet beauty and untameable nature, is like the heather that grows across the hills of her Highland home-nurturing, steadfast, and resilient. Betrothed in childhood, her marriage was forged in blood and duty, meant to bind two clans together against a common enemy. She asked for nothing and expected even less from the unwanted union-though in the quiet corners of her heart, she hoped it might become more than obligation. That, perhaps, love might grow from the bond her clan's future depended on. Calum MacRae resented the duty forced upon him. He saw Sorcha as a burden-a symbol of obligation, not choice. His heart belonged to Elspeth-a childhood friend whose charm and ambition shaped the future he believed he deserved. Though his Laird father warned him of sacred vows and the cost of defiance, Calum chose betrayal. He turned his back on Sorcha-insisting she remain a wife in name only. But war changes everything. Calum returns to a home scarred by conflict. A clan whose loyalties have wholly turned away from him. And a future far different from the one he abandoned her for. The woman he ignored-his inconvenient bride-has become the heart of the keep. Sorcha, the heather he once overlooked-wild, rooted, and impossible to break-is now the only thing standing between him and ruin.

Betrayal built walls around Della's heart. Now, a chaotic café encounter threatens to knock them down. After losing her fiancé and her best friend to each other, Della turns to complete emotional avoidance: work is her shield, solitude her safety. But a chance meeting with a few vibrant personalities pulls her into a whirlwind of genuine connection - particularly with someone whose presence unnerves her in the best possible way. Drawn into this warm, messy circle, Della faces a choice: confront whether she's ready to risk vulnerability again or continue living safely on the periphery of life. ⚠️ Content Warnings ⚠️ This story contains references to: • Past infidelity • Pregnancy loss/miscarriage • Emotional trauma and healing

I fell in love with a widower, ignoring the red flags. Until I asked him point blank if, after a year, he loved me. His answer cut deep. Unable to ignore those red flags any longer, I had no choice but to walk. Unfortunately, he wasn't taking it well.

My fiance was due back from his year-long deployment today. His job was dangerous, the area he was in even more so, which led to me keeping my heartbreaking news to myself so he wouldn't be distracted while he was overseas. Little did I know, he'd already been distracted. And she let me know it.

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.