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Daisy Ross grew up believing her family’s name meant something. Until the day Kaiden Brown took it away. The takeover was ruthless. Clean. Legal. And it left her father broken and her family disgraced. Daisy told herself she would never stand in the same room as Kaiden again. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. One night. One mistake. One secret that changes everything. When Daisy discovers she’s pregnant, she plans to disappear quietly. She doesn’t want his money. She doesn’t want his protection. And she certainly doesn’t want his pity. What she doesn’t expect is for Kaiden to find out. He doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t explain. Instead, he makes her an offer. Marry him for one year. Give their child his name. Stand beside him in public. In return, he’ll restore part of her family’s company. It’s supposed to be simple. A contract. A transaction. But nothing about living with Kaiden Brown is simple. Behind the cold CEO the world fears is a man who watches her too closely. Who steps in before she falls. Who burns with a possessiveness he refuses to admit. And when Daisy begins to uncover the truth about the night her family fell, she realizes something even more dangerous than loving her enemy— She may have judged the wrong man. Now the question isn’t whether she can survive the marriage. It’s whether she can survive loving him.

Jasmine Towers married billionaire Keith Acland in an arranged marriage meant to benefit two powerful families. There was no love, no romance—and Jasmine accepted it. As the CEO’s wife, she devoted herself to maintaining the perfect image and raising her son to become the rightful heir of the Acland family. Everything collapses when Keith’s former lover returns… with a child she claims is his. Overnight, Jasmine’s position is questioned. Her son’s inheritance is threatened. And the woman who once stood quietly beside her husband is pushed out of her own home. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by high society, Jasmine is forced into a ruthless battle for survival—where losing means watching her son lose everything. Jasmine must fight to protect her child… and reclaim what was stolen from her.

My life was a legacy that was too small for story telling so I decided to explore it and what I uncovered shocked my family that we became gold diggers So the question now is What happened when your family goes bankrupt and you found out your family legacy has a hidden diamond that only your grandfather knows Will you die bankrupt or go look for that Oldman to find the black treasure

Sisi’s life becomes a nightmare on her birthday when her adoptive father tries to rape her. After she fights back valiantly, he beats her half to death and throws her into a ramshackle shed to rot. She believes she would die alone, until she discovers a wounded wolf cub hiding in the shadows. Drawing on her experience caring for infants, Sisi nurses the injured cub, only to learn he is no ordinary animal but a young wolf beastman named Jojo. When her father discovers Jojo and captures him, he threatens the cub’s life to force Sisi into his bed. Cornered and desperate, Sisi’s dormant faerie powers erupt. On that fateful night, she escapes with Jojo into the depths of the forest, vanishing where no one should be able to follow. Lost and hunted, the human girl and the little wolf beastman cling to each other for survival, until Jojo’s father, an Alpha wolf who had been crowned the new Beast King, finds them. Without warning, he seizes Sisi and declares: “My son has imprinted on you as his mother. You must take responsibility.” “H-How do I take responsibility?” Sisi whispers, terrified of being separated from Jojo. The Beast King pulls her close, his voice low and solemn. “Come with me. I will make you my official mate.” * PS: This story is about found family and motherhood, as well as a true love between a lone wolf and a faerie. Tags: Beastman, werewolf, faerie, slow burn romance, no rape, babyraising, possessive ML. - You can follow me on Instagram: @foreverpupa

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

In the Empire of Vireth, a land cursed by blood and ritual, Emperor Kaelor Vireth cannot feel emotion—except at the moment of death. Life is a dull, colorless haze, until he experiences near-death, when sensation floods his senses and his mind awakens to anger, joy, and desire. To feel alive, he engineers wars and invites assassination attempts, each near-death moment a drug. Until Seris Vale, a legendary assassin, is sent to kill him. But when her blade first pierces his defense, Kaelor feels something more than pain—he feels… alive. Instead of execution, Kaelor binds her to him as his personal executioner, the only person allowed to attempt his death. Each encounter becomes a ritual: a deadly game of proximity and passion, where the knife at his throat is indistinguishable from intimacy. As their dangerous liaison unfolds, Seris discovers she alone can make the king feel, and Kaelor discovers he cannot survive without her touch. But desire and power are never without consequence. Court factions, assassins’ guilds, and foreign powers all seek to manipulate, control, or eliminate them. The Assassin Guild demands she finish her mission; rivals and nobles suspect her influence; cultists claim the king is a demon. And through it all, their bond evolves from weapon and target to a twisted, intoxicating addiction—each testing the boundaries of loyalty, survival, and love. Over centuries of political upheaval, assassination attempts, and forbidden intimacy, both must confront their darkest impulses. Kaelor is forced to decide whether to remain addicted to death, or to risk living for the first time. Seris must choose whether to be the executioner who ends him, or the anchor who teaches him to survive. At its heart, The King Who Only Loves Corpses is a story about addiction, obsession, and the fragile, dangerous beauty of emotion itself. It’s a gothic dark fantasy romance designed for long-term serialization, with intricate political intrigue, morally grey protagonists, and high-stakes, addictive near-death tension.

At the last attempt for peace, Ophelia Valthorn is sacrificed by her ruthless stepfather, Joel Valthorn, to marry the feared Lord Dante Hastings. Ophelia is torn away from her sick brother, whom she loves dearly, and taken across enemy lands, where her every move is scrutinised, and every glance filled with hatred. Dante and Ophelia are guarded against each other until the rise of assassinations and whispers of betrayal within each family forces them to lean on each other. As Ophelia adapts to her new life, she discovers a curse which torments her husband. It is a curse which threatens not only the truce but Ophelia’s life. Will Ophelia flee before war breaks out again, or help Dante break free of the curse?

Suzy Kale had a weird dream. In the dream, extreme heat, torrential rain, polar cold, earthquakes, zombies… countless natural disasters struck one after another. And she was the dream's sickly cannon-fodder female supporting character. She maliciously framed the female lead, even deliberately tried to seduce the heroine’s harem members, and in the end, met a miserable death. When she woke up, Suzy realized she was now three months before the apocalypse. This time, she was determined to change her fate! She awakened her spatial ability ahead of time, hoarded billions’ worth of supplies, and built a secure safehouse… Only to inexplicably become bound to a system called the “Handsome Men Collection Guide.” [Bind a qualifying target, and you get rewards.] [Even getting close can make you stronger.] Isn’t this basically forcing her to become a heartbreaker in the apocalypse?! A cheerful, sunny mixed-race underclassman? She accepts him. An androgynous beauty of a professor? She accepts him. A cold-faced, ruthless mercenary? She accepts him, too. Not to mention a gentle doctor, a cool and aloof CEO… she accepts them all! At first, Suzy only planned to bind them for free rewards—but then… The looks these men gave her started getting stranger and stranger. Come on! I didn't want them to fall for me, I swear!

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

From the very moment she was conceived, her own father, the ruthless BlackRidge Barbarian Alpha Alcazar sought to kill her. To eliminate her before she could set foot into the world and threaten everything he stood for. After a year of marrying her mother, high priestess Erin whom he had forcefully claimed as his mate, her father brought in his mistress Jillena , a priestess of Dark arts who later claimed Erin was carrying a forbidden child that would bring doom to both Alcazar and the BlackRidge pack. Alcazar, fearing for his own life and an enemy prepared for him by fate, decided to sacrifice her for more powers but fate had other plans. Erin, who had been in labour for three nights, fearing for the life of her child, managed to escape with her handmaiden Nieyve. Jillena, jealous of the Almighty Alpha's devotion and love for Erin, chased them into the forbidden forest of Monsters. Erin bore a daughter and instructed Nieyve to take her child far away. She named the child Marisa(Maris), Jillena thinking Erin dead, returned to the pack. The monsters made from the power of jillena's dark magic and Alcazar's tyranny chase down Erin's handmaiden. To protect her child, Erin used the last of her powers to put up a border between the land that would house her child and the land that houses the forest and the BlackRidge pack. She's raised by the Bloodhound pack as the Alpha's daughter. Maris becomes the one being every monster is terrified of. A mate for the Lycan hybrid who has reason to oppose her father Alcazar, a salvation for wolves, a child carrying the crime of her father and her father's ultimate Archenemy. But ultimately, she's feared for not knowing the extent of her own powers and how much Doom she can bring if she loses control or threads the wrong path like her father Alcazar.

After dying in the apocalypse, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Roanna “Rory” Smith wakes up in an Interstellar Beast World—a place where females are scarce and paired with multiple beast mates. But the quality of her mates depends on her rank. After five years of diligent work across the stars, Rory is blessed with incredible luck: she matches with nine extraordinary beasts. There’s just one problem—these nine male beasts either want to dissolve the match, ignore her, or try to swindle her wealth. Fed up, Rory decides to break all the matches and wait for a better batch. Then, suddenly, her mates come groveling for her attention, offering her all the power, riches, and status they possess. What kind of beastly magic is this?!

Without destiny. Without magic. Without memory. Without even a name… Who do you remain when everything else disappears? This is a story about someone learning that memories can be altered, destinies rewritten, and magic lost — but the core always finds its way back. A story about choosing oneself in any reality. A transformative, multiverse-based work inspired by the world of Harry Potter — without canon compliance, classic ships, or a light fanfic tone. Content Warning: This work contains one explicit, consensual adult scene. It is not romanticised or written as fan-service; the scene functions purely within the psychological and thematic arc of the story. Readers seeking erotic content should be aware that this is not that kind of narrative.

In her past life, he ruined her. In this one, he won’t let her go. In her past life, Princess Katerina was promised to Prince Maximilian, the man she loved… until he betrayed her and destroyed her name beyond repair. When duty demanded it, she married King Dorian to save her people. It was a marriage born of sacrifice, not desire. But Maximilian never let her go. Even after ascending the throne of a rival kingdom, he pursued her relentlessly... not as a lover, but as a hunter. An enemy king. A shadow that followed her across borders and battlefields. A war she could never escape. Because of him, she lost everything. Her name. Her achievements. And the most unforgivable loss of all... her children. She died without ever understanding why he destroyed her… or why he never stopped. Reincarnated into the modern world as Catherine Preston, she wants only one thing: a quiet life. She has wealth, a powerful family that adores her, and a brilliant mind meant for research, not war. This time, she believes merit will protect her. This time, she believes the world is fairer. She is wrong. Traitors circle her once more—stealing her work, erasing her name, cornering her with smiles and contracts. And just as she stands on the edge of ruin… he appears again. Not as her enemy. Not as a king. But as her savior. “Marry me,” Maximilian Whitmore says calmly. “I’ll give you everything you dream of.” Catherine refuses. She will not trust the man who destroyed her once already. But fate has other plans. A curse. A bond. A shackle she cannot break. The only way to ease the curse… is intimacy with the man she despised. Bound once more to the enemy king of her past life, Catherine must face a terrifying question: Does Maximilian truly not remember what he did… or is he hiding the truth behind those unreadable eyes? And when King Dorian returns in this life, offering her peace and safety… Two men. Two pasts. One woman who remembers everything. In a world where names mean power and love is a battlefield, was Maximilian her greatest enemy… or the truth she was never meant to uncover? A reincarnation romance of obsession, betrayal, fate-bound love, and painful second chances. #A heart-throbbing reincarnation romance filled with obsession, power, betrayal, and fate-bound love. #Enemies to lovers. Soul shackles. Overbearing kings. Painful second chances. #Slowburn romance. Update will be once a day and there will be bonus chapters if we reach milestones. Hope you'll join me in this journey.

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

In a world where shadow lords rule from the dark and humanity endures by keeping its head down and its shutters bolted, nineteen-year-old Eira Voss has always known the rules — until the night she breaks every single one. A wrong turn in the fog, an iron door that opens before she can run, and suddenly an ordinary seamstress's daughter is standing inside a vampire Blood Conclave, witness to a staged assassination that will topple an empire's worth of carefully kept peace. She should be dead. Instead, Lord Caelum Draveth — ancient, pureblooded, and so far beyond her world he barely registers it as real — invokes an old law that binds her to his household and his protection, not out of mercy, but necessity. She is evidence. She is a loose end he has chosen not to cut. She is, by every measure that matters, nothing to him. But Eira Voss has never known how to be nothing — and in the cold, silver-lit halls of the most dangerous house in the shadow court, surrounded by a conspiracy that could hurt thousands of souls, a soldier who would burn the world to bring her home, a creature older than the word for what he is who keeps appearing in her shadows, and an advisor who leaves warm tea outside her door and never once admits it, she begins building something no human has ever attempted: a case, a fight, and without meaning to, a crack in the walls of a being who stopped feeling things before meeting her. Bound to the Blood Lord is the story of an ant who sat down at the table — and made the lion look up.

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

Enemies To Lovers+ Unfiltered Smut + Billionaire Romance + Strong Female Lead. . . From this: “I’ve slept with every woman in this house. What will it take to get that divorce, Brianna? Do I have to go after your mother next?" To this: “I don’t want anyone if it’s not you, my dear wife.” Brianna thought her nightmare was finally over the night she made her abusive, cheating husband fall to his death. But when he woke up in the hospital, smiling at her with tender eyes and calling her “the most beautiful woman he’s ever met”… she knew something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t the man who humiliated her, mocked her, and destroyed her name. Now, her deadbeat husband has become a possessive, seductive, and obsessed doting stranger—one who claims he’ll cherish her forever. . . [Excerpt] "Wife, your hands are dirty now. Go wash them. I don't want his scent on you." That seemed like a good enough excuse to regain her senses with the timeout. Brianna sighed, already turning to limp, but the grip from the bed suddenly became firmer. She tugged further, but to no avail. Sighing, "Lucian, let go. I need to go to the restroom. I need a moment to... to process this." She tugged her slender wrist again, against his hold, but his fingers were a collar of iron. He didn't even look at the door. His dark, fixated eyes were locked onto the palm Marcus Thorne had just grabbed. Lucian's voice was heavy with the haze of the concussion and a terrifying, sudden possessiveness. "No. I don't want you out of my sight. Someone else might... hold your hands again." "I am going five feet away. I'm not a child, and I'm certainly not a prisoner. Now, let go so I can get this… this man's sweat off my skin." "I'll do it," Lucian muttered. However, before Brianna could ask how, he pulled her hand toward his face. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent. "What are you doing, Lucian? Don't you dare—Don't you dare lick my hand!" Brianna flinched violently, dragging her body backward until she was nearly doubled over the edge of the bed, but he was immovable. His concussed brain had simplified the world: Stranger touched Wife. Stranger's scent must be replaced by mine. "Stay still, wife. It'll be quick." "What kind of animal are you—! Lucian, stop! This is unhygienic! It's… it's psychotic!" Brianna turned desperately towards the corner where Marcus Thorne was still standing paralyzed by the sight! "Marcus! Well, don't just stand there! Do something! Help me!" Meanwhile, Marcus Thorne looked like he wanted to jump out of the window! He was watching the President of Better Health, the most powerful man in the city, bring his wife's hand to his mouth with the raw intent of a wolf. Marcus stammered, his hands shaking as he took a frantic step toward the door. "I-I think I'll just... I'll leave the couple to their... their private recovery. Yes. Intimate recovery." "Marcus! Get back here!" Brianna cried out with wide eyes of disbelief. But Marcus refused to look back. He gestured vaguely with a trembling hand, looking as though he'd just witnessed a ritual he wasn't meant to survive, and ran into the hallway. The door clicked shut with a finality that sounded like a prison cell locking. Brianna stared at the wooden door, her mouth agape. "You coward! You—" "Wife, I told you. Stay still." ... From deadbeat to doting, her husband has changed overnight. But if he isn’t the man she married, then something is wrong with her husband!

#Beastworld #R18 #StrongFL As Claw Kingdom devours the surrounding territories and expand with a ferocity of a corrupted beast, the fierce Margay Tribe finally falls. Their lands are claimed—but their greatest prize is their untamed princess, a legend who eluded capture until now. To seal the conquest, she must choose a mate from Claw Kingdom and pledge loyalty to the King. The chosen male is as ruthless and proud as she is defiant. Neither will bow. What begins as a political union erupts into a battle of wills that threatens to fracture the newly bonded mates. In a world ruled by strength, only one question remains: will they destroy each other—or build a force no one can challenge? Will Eris finally put down her pride and learn to love her new mate or will they be fighting tooth and nail until one of them breaks?

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.