Satou Saiki K

A lycan prince in search of his mate. An abused omega desperate to escape her past demons. A prince who does not know how to love. An omega whose only hope at redemption is finding true love. Prince Draven, first out of the three lycan princes and next in line to the throne is a ruthless, blood-thirsty, and arrogant man. A man exposed to the brutality of the world at a tender age. In order to claim his inheritance and become king, he must find his mate. A mission that appears almost impossible. When he captures an omega girl who tries to take his life, he must punish her for attempted murder, and maybe use her to get what he wants. In an attempt to escape an abusive mate and pack, Esmeray finds herself in a bigger trouble! She’d tried to kill a man in her desperation. When she finds out he’s the almighty Lycan Prince, the same man she’d heard stories of his ruthlessness as a child, she is sure she will be put to death. But why is the fearless Prince asking her to pretend to be his mate? When the truth finally unfolds and the prince discovers Esme's deception and background, will he send her back to a life of misery? or will he find his mate in the least place he was looking?

Jane Clas is a very powerful she-wolf, the alpha of her pack, Blood Moon, which rules over all the others. Like many others, she hasn't found her mate yet, but she doesn't desire to find him either, as she enjoys her freedom, and finding her mate would end much of it. Legend has it that there is a pack more powerful than Blood Moon, but they remain hidden in the shadows and will only emerge when strictly necessary. It is said that the alpha is cruel and dark, yet remarkably handsome. What will happen when Jane discovers that the alpha of that pack is her mate?

I was Don Victor’s secret wife for five years, hidden away like a dirty little secret. He made me a promise. Give him an heir, and he’d show me to the world. I’d be the Donna everyone envied. But there was a catch. A lie. His doctor told me I was barren. Victor held me while I sobbed, kissing my face. "Baby, we can still do IVF. I want a child from you. Only you." So I took the pain. Five years. 999 needles. I was finally pregnant on Christmas Day. I ran to his office to share the news, only to find him buried deep inside another woman. Julia. A Mafia princess from another family. The betrayal hit me. I turned to leave, tears in my eyes, but then I heard a truth I couldn't escape. "Don't you worry, my princess. The baby in Maria's belly? It's ours. Your egg, my sperm. She’s just the perfect vessel." My hand trembled. I backed away, silent. Then I made a call. A lawyer. "I don't care what it costs. I want a divorce from Don Victor."

My twin sister, Stella, was an Omega. She discovered she was a dead ringer for the beloved Luna from the neighboring pack. She was sick of being a nobody. A ridiculous idea emerged in her mind. She would kill the Luna, take her place, and mate with Alpha Andrew. I couldn't let it happen.I saved the Luna, but it cost me everything. "Are you jealous that my face is more beautiful than yours and want to lose my precious chance? You bitch!" " I think my sister has gone crazy. Stella locked me in the cellar. She tortured me with silver poison for seventeen days until I died. I woke up again. Back at the Hunting Ritual. The exact moment she set a feral wolf on the Luna. But I was still too late. I watched as Stella rushed forward. She forced a lethal dose of black silver powder down the wounded Luna's throat. When the news of the Luna’s death came, my Omega parents celebrated with Stella. "Our Stella is going to be the next Luna! We're finally going to have it all! No one will ever look down on us again!" But they had no idea. Alpha Andrew had been pulling the strings all along.

I was Alpha Damon’s Head Beta. For six years, I had been his partner in bed and his second-in-command. When he announced our mating ceremony, the entire pack celebrated. My dream was finally within reach. But then, outside his private trophy room, I heard him bragging about his “Luna trials.” And just like that, I learned the truth. I wasn’t his one and only. I was one of thirty candidates. He’d spent a month with each of us, grading our bodies, our submission, our performance. My score? Lower than an Omega’s. Lower than Lydia’s. “Fucking Lydia was incredible,” he boasted. “I could barely pull myself away. Then I look at Elysia—so stiff, so in control—and I’m just… bored.” Ice flooded my veins. My body went numb. Six years of devotion. Countless nights tangled in his sheets. It all meant less than a cheap thrill and a wolf who knew how to kneel. My heartbreak hardened into ice. I sent a message to an Alpha who had wanted me long ago. “Adrian, you once said your offer to mate was a standing one. Does it still stand? Damon and I are over now.”

Mon compagnon de destin, Raoul, était l'Alpha d'une meute pathétique au bord de l'effondrement. Pendant cinq ans, j'étais son ombre, son stratège. J'ai construit sa meute à partir de rien jusqu'à ce que l'Alliance nous reconnaisse enfin et que nous soyons prêts à partir vers les terres fertiles. Raoul a promis que nous aurions notre cérémonie d'accouplement une fois installés sur le nouveau territoire. Mais lors de la fête de célébration, la nuit précédant le déménagement, il m'a jetée dans une cellule. Il a annoncé publiquement que Jeanne, la louve qui portait son petit, serait la Luna de la meute. Je n'arrivais pas à y croire. Je lui ai crié dessus, mais il s'est contenté de ricaner et de pointer un cristal chargé de magie noire. « Jeanne a déjà la preuve de ta trahison ! Tu couches avec les Alphas pour obtenir leur soutien. Tu me rends malade ! » Je l'ai supplié, mais il s'est contenté de me trancher la joue avec la lettre de refus aux bords argentés, me mettant formellement à l'écart. Mais il ne savait pas qui j'étais vraiment. J'étais la fille du roi Alpha. Les stratégies, le pouvoir, les alliances - ils n'étaient pas les siens, mais les miens. J'ai donc tout repris.

This is the story of how Luna and Eric are brought together through a forgotten birthday, dirty family secrets, and a beautiful forest full of evergreen trees.

Marianella Núñez was experiencing family drama, with her younger cousin's wedding approaching, she had little choice but to find a fake boyfriend before her family swallowed her alive. After many failed attempts, she is left with only one alternative, the most difficult one, her unattainable boss. Roman Fitzgerald is not an easy man to deal with, but still the safest bet, and also has a deal beneficial to both of them. An inevitable rapprochement begins, how long can they keep things professional?

Elijah Capistrano-- a well known playboy and happy-go-lucky guy na walang ibang ginawa kung hindi ang magpa-iyak at maglaro ng damdamin ng mga kababaihan. Paano kung isang araw ay ipilit sa kaniya ng kaniyang ama na ipakasal siya sa babaeng hindi naman niya gusto-- at ang worst pa ay hindi naman talaga isang tunay na babae kung hindi isang tomboy na mas babaero pa yata kaysa sa kaniya. Si Alexis Montecillo-- ang astig na tomboy na anak ng bestfriend ng daddy niya. Paano kaya niya mapapa-ibig ang babae kung para itong isang tigre sa katapangan? Makuha kaya niyang mapalambot ang matigas nitong puso at mapaamo ito? O ito ang unang makapagpapa-amo sa mapaglaro niyang puso?

I was a slum kid who fell for Damon Vitale, New York’s most feared Godfather. For five years, I was his. I took nine bullets for him. He’d kiss my scars as I bled out for him. Hold me close. Clasp the queen’s necklace around my throat. Then, once I healed, he’d fuck me senseless, with a passion that felt like forever. I thought we’d spend our lives together. I thought he would marry me. But on our 999th night together, he told me he was engaged. To Bianca, a mafia princess from a rival family. I swallowed my tears. He just grabbed my chin, blew smoke in my face, and laughed. "You didn't really think you could marry me, did you, Nora? Let's be clear. We fuck. That's it. You're not a partner. You're a piece of art I collect. A pet I own." A pet. That’s all he ever wanted for me. Instead, I picked up a burner phone. [I'm taking your offer. Three days. Get me the hell out of New York.]