_______ Wrath finds the perfect breeding ground for hatred, the very emotion he feeds on. Infiltrating the mortal world of the rich and powerful, his fascination of mankind's weakness for greed grows. But, Wrath's fun is cut short when his brother strikes a deal to win the hand of a rivaling business owner's daughter, who just happens to be his mate. _______

MATURE CONTENT+18 "So, what's it going to be, Bella? Will you strip for them or me?" ------------------------- Chin up. Smile wide. And most importantly, don't make a scene when someone gets shot. That's what they told Anastasia Merritt, a twenty-six-year-old waitress at the El Royale, one of New Orleans's most decorated Gentleman's Club. And by decorated, we mean in the blood that's constantly splattered on the walls. The owner was a lesser-known mob gangster who didn't even make the ranks. That didn't stop him from constantly trying to prove his worth, and when he takes it too far one day, the El Royale falls into new management.

As the saying goes, a King is nothing without his Queen. Alpha King Nolan has no Queen. Except he does. She's human, she's strong and she's definitely everything he's been searching for. Only the slightest problem? She has no idea she is Queen. Cassandra Williams, newly recent Aunt who only came to visit her best friend and niece. She was only supposed to stay for two weeks but throw in a meeting with a King who sweeps her off her feet, discovering looming threats against the werewolf Kingdom and not to mention the inevitable pull towards love. Cassandra is in for a long journey. If only they could get her to realise she is his Queen.

I'm standing in the gateway to the larger ballroom, almost too far away for my weak eyes to see the three figures that glide onto the stage. The King and Queen walk side by side until they come to their thrones, the Prince walking about five feet behind and moving towards the smaller throne to the King's left. The King and Queen sit down on their thrones in unison. The Prince doesn't. Even I can see the way his shoulders are bristling, a sort of confused wonder dawning on his face. And I would swear he is looking directly at me. //// Lee Collins wants to help her sister, Lucy. She has a vision of a future away from their dad, where Lucy could be healthy and they would have some chance of happiness. When Lee's only friend helps her sneak into the royal ball on the minuscule chance that an attending doctor would be willing to help, Lee ends up fleeing the party early, chased by none other than her mate. Lee finds herself locked in from all sides, desperate to escape the suffocating implications of a mate but frantic to fight for a future for her sister that she still believes possible. Working in the Royal Palace to save escape money is a terrible idea when you have a controlling father, but it's an even worse idea when the mate that you're avoiding is the Prince. //Marked Mature just in case for violence. general trigger warning. Some chapters may be triggering for abuse and anxiety//

Alone, forgotten, and cold hearted. Eric is the alpha of a forgotten territory, him and his land cursed. He watches as his land dies off, his pack becoming sick, and he himself asking about his own sanity. He cursed the moon goddess. Because of her he became like this, a true monster. Now left to rot as his days drag on, waiting for the moon goddess to return and give him back what she had taken. His ill thinking of the mood goddess increases tenfold as she placed an innocent she wolf into his clutches. ---------------------------------------------------------------------

How could one of the most formidable creatures be mates with one so weak?

He is the alpha. He is ruthless, bitter, and cold. He is everything I want, but can't have. He is my savior and I his demise. He was beautiful, painstakingly so. Soft, short black hair that was softer than the feathers of a pampered swan. Tanned, olive toned skin that had been kissed by the sun. Features so striking, so remarkable the angels cried from his beauty. His cheekbones were sharp, accented by forest green eyes rimmed with even darker lashes. His face had been carved delicately by the gods themselves, leaving ruins in the wake of anyone who came into contact with him. The face of an angel, the body of a god, and the anger of a thousand men. Gabriel.

For every beast there is a rose 🥀 He was everything those wicked rumours whispered him to be. Deadly, cruel and beastly, so far removed from humanity that he terrified anyone stupid enough to get too close. It seemed I was the stupidest one of them all. A naive, little lamb entranced by the majestic, killer lion. Impossibly drawn to him, unable to find the will to escape his clutches, no matter how dangerous I knew it was. Because although he frightened me, threatened to kill me with every breath, there was a cruel twist of fate that I could not deny. His blackened, hidden heart was mine and me, well, I was his.

She was born of werewolf and wolf; her mother had committed the ultimate taboo... and now she was to pay the consequences. She is untameable- she does not submit to any wolf. Allegra's pack is restless, and its hierarchy in chaos. The whispers of her banishment are hot on everyone's tongue... if she cannot submit she will be driven out by fangs. Yet a silver lining seems to crawl out of the murky depths like a leech desperate for a bloody feast- an alpha who is determined to make her wolf submit while simultaneously making her his. With the male's help, Allegra must learn to become more than just a wolf and learn how to control her nature. However time is running out, and there are those desperate to put her down... permanently. [{Welcoming any Cover Art!}]

"What are you doing here?" he questioned, his voice a husky of depth. "This is reserved land, tourists aren't allowed here." "W-who are you?" He wasn't the uniform that the Rangers wore, so I knew he wasn't a part of them. He was a random man. If I wasn't supposed to be out here, then he wasn't either. He had to be at least a half a foot taller than me. His hair was tousled over his head, in an unmistakable windblown quiff. In the dense lighting of the woods, his eyes were piercing as he looked me over. The confident stance and his muscular body left me feeling overwhelmed. He could be a mass murdered and easily able to overpower me. I didn't know. Just being around left me feeling slightly terrified. He radiated authority and power. "There are wolves running in these woods, períergi. It's not fairytale. It's real." "Of course wolves aren't fairytale," I retorted. "They're a protected species by the feds. If you'll point me in the right direction, I'll be going back to the park grounds." I looked around trying to find the best route of escape. Every angle I turned revealed gleaming gold eyes in the shadows of the woods. It appeared as if a whole pack of wolves had surrounded us. A small whimper escaped my throat as I looked back to him. His eyes darkened slightly as he stared into the distance at the wolves. He stepped forward immediately once again invading my personal space. His nostrils flared briefly before his arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into his chest. His head lowered slightly and I felt his chin rest on my head. "Den tha mas vlápsei. Wolves are social creatures by nature," he said. "You'll get used to being around them. Eláte se mas." Shock nor horror could describe how I felt. Wolves moved from the shadows into the light. Their muscular lean bodies moved with a lethal grace. They continued coming forward until we were both surrounded. Close enough to us that I felt the breath of two wolves brushing against me.