In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, 23 years old Omega, Aiden Hart, is among the... misfits. The outcast from both worlds. Like very few others, he has powers he cannot explain. But he also has demons that come in the shape of nightmares hunting his dreams and shadows haunting every waking second of his life. He's broken and alone, caught in a loop of his self-destructive behavior. Alpha Aurora Steele, the leader of the strongest pack in North Carolina at only 29 years old, is the exact opposite of him. Groomed from birth to take over the pack, she is known for her ruthless determination and merciless heart. But she is also surrounded by love from her family and friends, while waiting desperately for her mate. So what happens when the orphaned and abandoned broken boy is the mate of the no-nonsense and dominant alpha leader? Are they too different, or will they find common ground for their love for each other? What if, with a dangerous threat lurking in the shadows, they simply don't have enough time? 𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼 This story is book #1 of the Moon stone pack series. WARNING: This is an adult romance book that contains strong language throughout and content some readers may find distressing including, strong sexual themes, scenes depicting sexual harassment and rape, and violence. Read with caution!

Harlan has a unique power, one that makes him see things others cant, and therefore got him thrown in an asylum when he was only a child. Now he's a reluctant hero, thrust into the profession since he lacked any other option. He's amazing at his job, and six years into his work, is the sidekick to one of the most notable heroes of his generation: Lavina. Unfortunately, he also hates being a hero, but there's one thing that makes it worth it. The numbered. A series of villains who appeared out of nowhere and have an exceptional skill at avoiding the law, heroes, and just generally winning or evading consequences. Consequences, which are the only part of Harlan's job he enjoys. Harlan wants to find the root of it all more than anything, and he's beginning to get close. He intends to find out at any cost. He intends to win at any cost. That, he's sure of. His drive is unmatched. Until something entirely foreign to him gets involved: Feelings. [WARNINGS: smut, gore, swearing, some heavy topics, morally grey characters (the usual)]

"In heat, aren't you, gorgeous? Care to let this alpha lend you a hand?" Female Alpha x Male Omega

Joelle Jordan is a socially awkward scholarship student barely surviving her home life and college. Bryce Valentine is the king of Mifflin University. Projected #1 NFL draft pick, campus obsession, and a walking pressure cooker. When Joelle offers to tutor Bryce in exchange for training sessions for her little brother, the arrangement seems simple enough. That is until they start sleeping together. Now Bryce can't seem to let her go. And Joelle has no idea how to navigate someone like Bryce. Emotionally repressed, overstimulated, possessive, and despite the fame... profoundly lonely. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots and Bryce's enigmatic father. The pressure that comes with being attached to the most watched college athlete in the country is not something Joelle is equipped for.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

They were just kids when they pinky promised under the monkey bars: "Best friends forever." Now? Forever feels a lot more complicated. Arielle Thompson has always been the quiet, bubbly girl with a heart too soft and eyes only for one person; her childhood best friend, Easton James. He's everything she's not: tall, tatted, effortlessly popular, and dangerous in all the ways that make her heart race. But no matter how many girls want him, Easton has always been hers... just not like that. Until now. Senior year hits different. Arielle's feelings are getting harder to hide, her crush turning into something deeper, needier. And Easton? He's starting to look at her like she's more than just his ride-or-die. More than the shy girl who always wore his hoodies and made him laugh since third grade. Maybe it's the way her body's changed. Softer, fuller, and way too distracting for his own good. Maybe it's the way she blushes when he calls her baby girl. Or maybe... he's finally seeing her the way she's always seen him. But crossing that line could change everything. And if they fall? There's no going back to just friends. Expect steamy tension, late-night confessions, possessive energy, and a slow burn that explodes into heat. Because sometimes, the boy next door grows into the man you can't stop wanting.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧. ꙬꙬꙬꙬ All that Yara Morello was told all her life was that she was the shame of the family. She was a mistake that was never supposed to happen, a disgrace to be shunned and cast away. She yearned for freedom, a chance to forge her own destiny on her terms. Except freedom wasn't part of the plan anymore when her father makes her a candidate for an arranged marriage in place of her half sister. Secrets get revealed, the past pays a visit to the present. She discovers that the true cost of freedom was far greater than she had ever imagined or bargained. ♈︎♈︎♈︎ -𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 -𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 -𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥