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Myrene, Lycan Queen, takes an alpha werewolf, again, as her consort. It's not because she loves him, it's simply to prove her power and strength. The hate she harbors for the werewolf nation extends throughout the kingdom, so whoever the pack targets must be alert and prepared for battle. However, the power of the Lycan army cannot be matched. Until everyone realizes that whoever Myrene wants, they have to prepare to lose. Logan is unlucky with his defeat. He can't protect his pack. He is forced to marry the evil queen to protect the rest of his pack. Logan and the former Alphas, who are now Myrene's consorts, must survive in the palace, facing a queen who can be very cruel and spoiled. They must win Queen Myrene's favor if they want to live in peace. The rivalry began without them realizing it. And Myrene enjoys it immensely. But, what the consorts don't know is, why Myrene marries them all? And why is the queen so obsessed with having so many husbands? They only realize it when they have to face one problem after another. And they need Myrene, the Evil Queen. "I desire your loyalty. Fight for me and we will be happy together." _Myrene, the Lycan Queen.

[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."