After being kidnapped by a group of vengeful werewolves, Emira finds herself in one hell of a situation. Her true soul mate is a Cardinal Alpha who is hell-bent on keeping her. And, to make matters worse, she only has 6 moon cycles to be 'marked, mated, and pupped'. What does that even mean? . . . Snippet : "It has taken me far too long to find you. How could I let go of you?" he rumbled softly as if in contemplation, "How could I reject the best part of me?" His voice is deep and velvety with a husky undertone that seems to become even more heated with every word he speaks. I find myself completely enthralled by his longing tone of voice. "I will give you time, mate. But it does not mean I will stand by and watch you without attempting to...entice you," he rumbled out with this really sinfully erotic voice that caused my heart to stumble. I think he already has me where he wants me. . . . Both main characters are virgins. WARNING : Mature content, dark themes, sexual references. If you like emotional roller coasters than feel free to join! Chapter 35 has been shortened. ** At the beginning of a chapter indicates that the chapter contains explicit sexual content not suitable for all readers. Proceed with caution. . . . THE FULLY EDITED VERSION WITH EXTRA STEAMY CONTENT IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE ON AMAZON!!!! Clickable link is in my profile! The Alpha's Breeder : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q85WHG2

After years of torment and pain, I'm just a shadow of the woman I once was. Even now, after months of freedom, the lingering aches of broken bones, and the memories of unspeakable horrors still keep me from living a life of peace. While I try my best to put back all the broken pieces, the last thing I need is another man-or so I thought. Jake is one of Hollywood's hottest, most popular actors. He's the kind of man a woman like me should avoid at all costs. But his determination to prove to me that happiness is more than just a shattered dream slowly starts to break down my defenses, and I start to hope that I might still be able to find love. Unfortunately, with a painful history like mine, hoping for a better future can turn out to be a huge mistake-especially when the demons of your past refuse to let you go.

The pervasive damp seeped through the dungeon's raw rock walls and chilled Daniella to the bone. Shivering, she could barely remember the sensation of warmth that became like the memory of her family, something far off and fuzzy. A dream of another life that belonged to some "other" Daniella in some parallel universe where humans still thought they were the alpha predators on this tiny blue planet. Abducted from a club, Daniella finds out that the world is not the way she always believed it was. Even before she ever knew of the monsters in the light, she was a part of that life. Created for it and designed with a purpose, but some people are born to break the mold. Highest rank: 6 Aliens

"Fuck you!" I hissed as he held me back from punching him. For a split second his grip loosened, giving me the opportunity to slap him again - yet as soon as I tried to hit him, he swiftly pushed me backwards, causing my back to collide with the wall. Still struggling, I looked up to see his obsidian eyes piercing into my own before he quickly cupped my face and roughly pressed his lips against mine.' Sixteen year old Louise 'Lou" Whitlock was minding her own business when a sudden turn of events hurls her in debt with hot headed Zachary Caldwell, the twenty four year old owner of the well-known Ebony Records company. However, after their initial hatred for one another, it becomes clear there's something more than what meets the eye between them, smouldering beneath the surface. With a large age gap, various love interests and many other obstacles to overcome, will they manage to stay together?

**Warning: Strong Sexual Content** Sunshine Porter is your everyday woman: spiked heels, corseted tops... Oh and she's a tattoo artist with an attitude, of course. She has her problems to deal with, like no boyfriend and no roommate. The most pressing not being her lack of a roommate. Jack Ford, your typical man: button up shirts, pocket protectors, calculator watches... Oh, and don't forget the thick framed glasses. Did I mention he's a virgin comic book artist in need of both a girlfriend and a place to live? Throw together the strong sassy Sun and the sometimes shy Jack and you're bound to get a whole lot of heat because what do they say? Opposites attract...

A typical hike to a mountain cabin turns to much more for best friends Nate Westfall and Kyle Haney. Nate's secret love for his 'straight' friend has been simmering for eight years, held down for fear of destroying their lifelong friendship. But when Kyle starts to drink, he begins to 'play' with Nate in a way that Nate finds frustrating and difficult to resist. As Kyle pushes him over the edge and he can no longer hide his desire for the man, he begins to realize there is more to Kyle's unusual behavior than meets the eye. Unexpected emotions boil over in the young man and for a brief moment it seems all of Nate's dreams of being with Kyle are coming true - until he is dealt a blow to his heart that shatters their friendship. In despair after his falling out with Kyle, Nate is certain that his life couldn't get any worse, that the pain in his heart couldn't possibly be any more excruciating and unbearable, convinced that 'anything' would be better than this. Until he reads the letter that Kyle left behind, and Nate finds himself thrust into a depth of hell and anguish that he is convinced no human being is equipped to survive.

****** Warning!**** Graphic Content********* Laurel had been through a lot with her former pack. A LOT. Her father was taken away from her, her family turned their backs on her and her mate.... Lets just say that fate couldn't have destined her for this. After all she has been through Laurel doesn't believe in fate, because fate is an evil, cruel dictator with no sense of humor or a really messed up one. Get into Laurel's story as she tries to get away and move on.