Does Lillie Like Ash

When an Alpha of a pack has two sons on the same day, a duel will be held, and the winner of the fight becomes the next Alpha. Ash, a fiery Omega maid was at the arena, carrying out her duties when she perceived the most pleasant smell ever, "Mate!" Her wolf growled inside her. Not caring about the punishment she would suffer, she abandoned her duty post and followed the smell... She was astonished and stopped with fear when she saw her mate was one of the Quinn brothers. The infamous Viking Devil that drinks beer from the skulls of those he had killed... Their eyes locked and he whispered to her. "Mate!" They walked towards each other. But instead of claiming her like he should, he walked past her to embrace another she-wolf behind her. Her sworn enemy. "Mate!" Her heart thudded painfully when she heard them say to each. It was a conspiracy that began decades before they were both born. A conspiracy they were determined to unravel or die trying.

How does Iris, a boring college student pique the interest of Smoke, a not so human entity. There's a fine like between love and obsession, but he crossed that line long ago.

A lonely man finally found love in an unexpected way but how does his heart takes it and how does he live up to the standard to receive reciprocation? Dimitri Jenkins the one and only man who hates love like he hates his enemy but what happens when his heart starts playing a different tune, will he succumb to it or finds a distraction? But how long can he run away from the truth?

"You're a whore, a whore does not change overtime and you know that." He whispers back, loud enough for the older couple sitting across to hear. And they couldn't help but gasps in shock, as the older woman soaks her teeth in distaste while the older man frowns. "What did you just call me? Ethan, what did you call me? If you can't trust me, then maybe we shouldn't be together." She said, her voice barely above whisper and her eyes teary. But she felt like this was all a dream, they have been quarreling lately but not like this. It has never been like this. Earlier today when she told her sister, Eloise, about this dinner, they all hoped for an engagement. But this doesn't look like an engagement dinner, or does it?. This was some of the last words Aurelia heard from her boyfriend before she stumbled heartbroken into a bar where she meets the man who changed her life.

Aurielle Draqueen… heir to the Lycana throne, never wanted a mate… let alone the overwhelming pull toward three unknown Alphas. But when she’s kidnapped and rescued by the mysterious Veylon warriors, she soon discovers a prophecy her father spent years hiding… and a truth that will change the entire realm…! Three Alphas... One destined queen and a love powerful enough to either unite Vaeloria… or burn it to ash!

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

Certainly, I can remove the sentence "Dive into a tale of forbidden desire, hidden legacies, and a love forged in the crucible of betrayal." Here’s the revised description with that line omitted, maintaining the novel's captivating style to hook readers and editors, followed by the Chinese translation. In the shadowed corridors of wealth and deception, Sophia Lane wove a web of lies so intricate it could ensnare a king. A single, reckless night with Ethan Blackwood—the ruthless billionaire heir whose icy gaze could shatter steel—left her with a secret pulsing beneath her silk-clad curves: a child he’d scorned and threatened to destroy. Presumed dead in a fiery plane crash, Ethan returns, his memory a blank canvas, offering Sophia the golden chance to claim his empire as his "devoted fiancée." But as passion reignites and rivals like the gentle Anna—who saved his life—threaten to unravel her façade, Sophia dances on the edge of ruin. Will her bold gambit crown her the queen of his heart, or will the truth ignite a scandal that burns her dreams to ash?

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

An alliance between the humans and werewolves of Yellow moon town had been established during the 100 year-old war against the intruding vampire settlement within the town. Winter Ash come home to meet and learn of this war in which she has to inevitably be a part of when she's led to join the werewolf community after a brief period of staying in the Ash mansion, alone. An encounter with the sorceress, Scarlett Pin — to who she had been betrothed at death as Vinci Gray who is her ancestor and former self — reveals her past life and who she truly is as a wolf in the socio-sexual hierarchy of the packs in fragmental hints. Prior to this encounter and her resolution to live within the packs, she'd witnessed, foiled and survived both a theft plot towards the valuable La Reina painting and an assassination attempt towards her. The said painting, happens to be one of the remaining works of the first Sigma and famous artist, Vinci Gray, on whose works a value boom had fallen on in the global art market. She laters move to the town in search of Scarlett, her mate who turns out to be a young male sorcerer in contrast to her expectation, after leading the werewolves to war with the vampires

My husband Dante, Don of the Moretti family, was killed in a gang crossfire. I was devastated, because the same day, I’d also found out that my IVF injection had worked. I was pregnant. The Moretti didn’t want me to spiral. So they called in Dante’s twin brother, Ash Moretti, to help around. I felt both guilty and grateful until I overheard them talking in the study. “It was Ash who died. Why would you make us tell Harper it was you?” His father asked. Dante’s voice. “I only married her because you promised me the Don’s seat.” Then Gianna’s voice. “Dante had given her a child. That alone should’ve been enough.” So. It wasn’t my husband who died. It was his brother. And my husband and his sister in law thought this was his clean exit. As he wished, I gave it to him. When the doctor told me the fetus had less than a ten percent chance of survival, I agreed to terminate. And along with reclaiming everything else I had once given the Moretti, I walked away from his life—for good.