Two dying packs. One dangerous lie. And a bond neither of them can escape. The war between the Steelclaw and Riverbend packs has raged for centuries- and now it's destroying them from the inside out. Wolves are dying faster than they can be replaced. Pups are no longer being born. Extinction is no longer a possibility... It's a certainty. Peace comes with a price. Elizabeth of Riverbend is given to the enemy Alpha in a forced union meant to end the bloodshed. Her mate-in-name is Arlo Steelclaw- cold, powerful, and feared by every wolf who speaks his name. Their marriage will bind the packs under one treaty... if they can keep the lie alive. They must convince everyone they've been secretly, obsessively in love for a year. Every touch practiced. Every heated look rehearsed. Every shared bed strictly for appearances. Until it's not. Arlo's dominance is suffocating-and intoxicating. Elizabeth's defiance makes him burn. What begins as obligation turns into temptation, then desire so fierce it leaves them shattered and gasping in the dark. Each stolen moment blurs the line between deception and truth, between enemies and something far more dangerous. But loving the enemy Alpha could cost Elizabeth everything. As rival wolves circle and betrayal threatens the fragile truce, one truth becomes clear: lies can ignite passion- but only love can survive the coming war.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

18+ || Please be aware that this story contains triggering and adult content. (TW: Violence, DV, SA, substance abuse, CNC, prostitution.) || This story may be uncomfortable for some audiences, and that is understandable and natural. The title "Fine Lines" literally refers to the fine lines between kink and abuse/assault and how fine those lines can get. It is meant to be uncomfortable and even controversial at times. If this is not for you, I wouldn't recommend this story. I honestly feel a weight being lifted as I share some of my own personal experiences. I hope Fine Lines also walks the reader through the developing mindset of the protagonist throughout the story. I hope it speaks to other survivors. Peace and love always x

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

As he slammed me into the wall by my neck I try to kick him to resist but he instantly reflects grabbing my leg in a tight grip causing me to wince. " Kiara, darling, didn't I tell you were going to be on your knees for me today?" He says still holding my neck, his lips a inch away from mine. " You're delusional! I have men on their knees for me! I'll be damned if you think you're an exception!" I yell bringing our lips even closer. He tilts his head and reaches in my joggers and puts his hand on my clit over my underwear. "So why are you so soaked?" Lorenzo and Kiara are both dominants in the bdsm community. Which means their not compatible for each other. Or so we thought. When Kiara sees Lorenzo in the bdsm club she feels a weird attraction to him. But Lorenzo clearly isn't a submissive? When Lorenzo sees Kiara it's clear that she is a dominant. But when he sees the way she looks at him when they see each other for the first time it's an obvious look of submission. But Kiara isn't a submissive?

(I also wrote Lorcan & Evette: this is a reimagined rewrite) A lonely oracle: Mistress of the future, Evette, longs for something she'll never find in the homeland of the witches - passionate, all-consuming love. Ditching her crystal balls and cauldrons, she fled for the Mortal Realm in search of romance. A werewolf King: For fifty years, Lorcan has been haunted by the scent of his mate, wafting in from an enemy's castle to the soldiers on the battlefield. A typical wiccan curse, laying a trap to bait him. Undefeated, he plans a move that will defeat his enemy once and for all. An endless war: In the Mortal Realm, Lorcan's witch bait is waiting just around the corner - but his mate's standing in front of him, the source of the scent that's haunted him for years. Can the werewolf King abandon his hunt to secure his lifelong partner? *** "I want you to need me the way I need you." He closed his eyes, grimacing like he was in pain. "I want you so badly, Evie. More than I've ever wanted anything for myself." "It's only been a week." "You say that like it's a bad thing. Like we're moving too fast and need to slow down. Look where you've got me after only a week, Evie. You've got me reassessing a war that's older than I am. You've got me randy on my knees for you."

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Tatiana knows that Commander Corik would never look her way. She's just an average worker in the Dollhouse, a place full of beautiful women that all orc fighters go to relieve themselves of their aggression. She is no one worth his time. But tragedy soon befalls them both, and he ends up making a grave mistake. He swears to her that he will make it right. However, Tatiana doesn't know what that entails. She doesn't even think he made a mistake! Corik won't hear it though. He swears to make it up to her and repent for his sins, whether she wants him to or not. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of mild dubcon elements, graphic violence, death, FL with low self-esteem issues, bullying, and sexually explicit content that may trigger certain audiences.

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski

ɪ'ᴍ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. Nothing serious about this. { This book has not been seen to. stop yourself from commenting about the state of it. } ------ Belle and Kane elevate each other in the most profound of ways. Their love is extraordinary, and their connection remains unyielding. They have borne witness to each other's finest and darkest moments, steadfastly supporting one another through life's tumultuous journey. Yet, Kane grapples with his own inner turmoil, and Belle confronts her own trials. The lingering question persists: how long can they endure this tumultuous path together? "Are we fucking friends or friends who fuck? You decide." Kane Reed West is haunted by his demons, beset by challenges that seem to multiply with each passing day. The one solace he finds is in his best friend, Isabelle Chilton. But soon, will that be enough?