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The story unfolds in a modern urban landscape, characterized by the bustling, neon-lit streets of the city. High-end shopping malls, sleek offices, and exclusive clubs serve as key locations, creating a world of luxury and ambition. Against this backdrop of wealth and power, the lives of the protagonist, Adina, and the enigmatic Alaric intersect. The story delves into both the bright lights of the city and the darker, hidden corners where secrets and desires flourish. This fast-paced, contemporary setting reflects the high stakes of love, power, and revenge, with characters navigating a world of both glittering opulence and personal struggle.
The night was alive with neon lights, the commercial district buzzing with laughter, music, and the hum of conversation. The air carried the scent of roasted chestnuts and caramelized sugar, blending with the crisp winter chill.
Adina had been watching him for a while now.
She leaned against a streetlight, twirling a strand of her dark, wavy hair between her fingers as her gaze locked onto her target.
Finally.
The man stepped out of the upscale shopping mall, oblivious to the fact that he was being hunted. He walked with an easy stride, absentmindedly fiddling with a small velvet box in his hand. His tailored suit hinted at money, but it was the watch glinting under the city lights that caught Adina's attention.
Patek Philippe. Blue sapphire glass. A luxury piece worth more than most people's yearly salaries.
Bingo.
She pushed off the streetlight, her red lips curling into a smirk. Time to get to work.
With a calculated misstep, she stumbled directly into his path.
"Ah-!"
The collision sent her sprawling to the pavement, her body hitting the cold ground with a delicate gasp.
The man halted, startled, his gaze immediately drawn downward.
Adina had chosen her dress wisely. The silky, low-cut fabric hugged every curve, and as she lifted her head, her deep, seductive eyes locked onto his.
"I'm so sorry..." she murmured, her voice soft, breathless.
The man didn't blink. His gaze lingered a little too long, flickering over the expanse of smooth skin revealed by the plunging neckline.
He crouched down, concern flickering in his eyes. "Are you hurt, beautiful?"
Adina winced theatrically, guiding his hand toward her chest. "Right here... it hurts so much..."
His fingers stiffened for the briefest second before his expression shifted-pleased, indulgent. His thumb stroked over the swell of her breast, his grip tightening slightly.
"I can make it feel better."
He helped her to her feet, flashing a confident grin. Lust flickered in his gaze, making her job laughably easy.
Hotel Room
The second they stepped inside, he barely waited for the door to close before pinning her against it, claiming her lips in a heated kiss.
Adina let herself melt against him, her soft moans coaxing him into a deeper hunger. His hands moved swiftly, pushing down the straps of her dress, baring her skin inch by inch.
He groaned against her throat, his mouth trailing lower, his tongue swirling over the hardened bud of her breast, sucking with the desperation of a starved man.
Adina gasped, her hands threading through his hair as his fingers skimmed lower, toying with the lace between her thighs.
She was soaked. But not for him.
Not for any of this.
She wasn't here for pleasure-only profit.
Just as he reached for his belt, eager to strip her completely, she let out a breathy sigh.
"I haven't showered yet, baby..." she purred, her fingers teasing along the hard ridge of his arousal.
His grip faltered.
"I want to be fresh for you," she whispered, voice dripping with promise.
It worked like a charm.
The man groaned, reluctant but eager, and strode into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water filled the air.
Adina's entire body language shifted. Gone was the sultry seductress-replaced by cold calculation.
She wiped herself down with a tissue, yanked her dress back up, and rifled through his jacket pocket.
Her fingers curled around the velvet box.
With a silent smirk, she slipped out of the room without a trace.
The Aftermath
"You've got to be kidding me."
At the mouth of a quiet alley, Adina flipped open the ring box, only to be met with cheap, gaudy craftsmanship.
A fake.
She had just wasted a perfectly good seduction-for this garbage?
A laugh echoed in her mind. "Wow, master thief, that was a huge score."
Adina scowled. Shut up, Ava.
Her wolf spirit was enjoying this far too much.
"Seriously, what kind of bastard walks around with a fake diamond in his pocket?!" She huffed, tossing the ring into the nearest trash bin.
"Well, it's Christmas Eve. Maybe all the real rich guys are out celebrating."
Adina exhaled sharply, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets. "Then we better find them."
Ava snickered. "That's the spirit."
Adina stalked back into the neon-lit crowd, eyes scanning for her next target.
Then-
A ripple of excitement swept through the crowd near the shopping mall's entrance.
Her brows lifted.
Something was happening.
She bought the cheapest milk tea she could find, just to keep her hands warm, and strolled toward the commotion.
A deafening whoosh filled the air.
A sleek black helicopter hovered over the rooftop, its rotor blades slicing through the winter night.
Murmurs erupted around her.
"I heard the Alpha family's young master is back!"
"Isn't he engaged to the Doctor family's daughter? Maybe he's here for the wedding!"
"Imagine the money they'll throw around for that event!"
Adina's ears perked up.
Money?
Her gaze lifted to the descending helicopter.
The moment it landed, a small army of bodyguards in black suits flooded the area, pushing the crowd back.
A door swung open.
Silence fell.
First, two imposing men stepped out, standing at attention. Then, a gloved hand gripped the doorframe.
An inexplicable pressure settled over the street.
The kind that demanded submission.
Then he emerged.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in an expensive black coat that only accentuated the sharp angles of his face.
The kind of man who didn't just walk-he prowled.
"Alpha Alaric, sir!"
A sharply dressed man rushed forward, bowing low. "Miss Rosalind requests your presence."
Alaric's expression darkened. "How does she know I'm here?"
The man swallowed hard. "She postponed the shareholders' meeting by an hour. She's waiting in the top-floor conference room."
Alaric checked his watch, clearly irritated.
Adina watched every movement.
Her heart kicked up a notch.
That watch.
If she could get her hands on it, she could cover Yara's medical bills for a year.
Her pulse thrummed with anticipation as she wove through the crowd, inching closer.
Then-
A sudden surge.
A wave of reporters burst from the mall entrance, cameras flashing wildly.
"Alpha Alaric! Are you back to plan your wedding with Miss Rosalind?"
"When is the wedding date-?"
Chaos.
Perfect.
Adina slipped forward, her fingers itching for her prize.
But just as she reached within striking distance-
A shove from behind sent her careening forward.
Her milk tea slipped from her grip, splattering dangerously close to a pair of polished Italian leather shoes.
The crowd collectively gasped.
Alaric turned sharply, his cold, piercing gaze locking onto her.
Adina's breath hitched.
For the first time that night, her confidence wavered.
And that single moment of hesitation?
Might just cost her everything.
He says, "I want both your body and your soul!"; he says, "For you, I will make enemies of the whole world." Is coercion love? Yet he's willing to go to war with the world for you. Independence and freedom are what you seek, but you can't bear to part with love and warmth either. You let each other go, yet you yearn for each other. There are love novels about humans, and there are love novels about werewolves. This is a collection of love novels.
I was rejected, but soon, I will marry a wheelchair-bound Rogue."Is this your fiancé?""Yes, he is my husband, Raymond Black," I introduced."How shameful, you are marrying this... uh, rogue, who has no clan, no fixed pack, and can't even protect you if attacked by other werewolves?"I stood at the altar, with many people below, as if saying to me: you are such a fool!Raymond said beside me, "Caitlin, if you want to back out, you still have a chance now, you can chooseto run away."I shook my head, "No... I won't run away, you will be my husband."I saw a hint of surprise in his emerald, green eyes.*******I was set up by my best friend to have sex with a strange man, my first MATE rejected me, an enemy weapon ran through my father's heart, pierced my mother's body. My best friend's family stripped me of my ALPHA status, and I became everyone's go-to OMEGA. Until thatman came along, Rogue, and he saved me, but... I found that he seemed to hide a lot of secrets, wait, my second mate is alpha king?!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."