Wound Tight

She was born with a crown on her head and blood on her hands, not her own, but the blood her father spilled to keep his throne. A princess feared across kingdoms, untouchable under the protection of a tyrant king who ruled with cruelty.But the past has a way of returning… and it came back with a sword in its hand.The boy her father once chained in a dungeon…The boy who watched his family murdered while he screamed through a gag…The boy her father broke and left for dead…He survived. He rose. And now he wears the crown.The slave is now a monster king, ruthless, powerful, and burning with vengeance. He returned for justice, but to take it with fire and steel. He razed her kingdom, slaughtered the man who once ruled it, and took the princess as the final piece of his revenge.She is no longer the one giving commands.She kneels. She obeys.She wears the chains now.He vowed to make her suffer. To inflict every wound her father once carved into him. And he will no matter what it costs him.But he didn’t expect her.She isn’t the monster he imagined.She’s gentle where he thought she’d be cruel.She’s kind where he expected poison.She’s light in a world that has only ever shown him darkness.And fate, in its cruel humor, makes her his mate.Now, he’s trapped between the cold hunger for vengeance…And the soft pull of a woman who might be the only one strong enough to break his walls—and save what little is left of the boy who once believed in love.

Aria’s story begins in silence. On the night her child is born beneath a bleeding moon, the world does the unthinkable, the moon answers a power older than mercy and takes her baby from her arms. No prophecy offers comfort. No god explains why. There is only absence, a wound carved so deeply into Aria that something inside her hardens into resolve. She was never meant to be a vessel. In a world ruled by ancient God's, sacred pacts, and power that demands obedience, Aria uncovers a truth far more dangerous than destiny, magic does not always need to be stolen, inherited, or bargained for. Sometimes, it listens. Sometimes, it can be refused. Bound by fate to Kael, a warrior forged for war and sacrifice, Aria is drawn into a conflict far older than the kingdoms trembling in its shadow. Alongside Azrael, Matteo, and Ren, the men shaped by loyalty, loss, and violence, she stands at the center of a prophecy written to break her. The Devourer, an ancient god of control and corruption, seeks to claim Aria as its final vessel and crown her queen. It promises salvation. Restoration. Even the impossible return of what she lost. Aria refuses. At the Hollow Crown, she denies divinity itself, shattering prophecy and forcing a god to retreat. But refusal leaves echoes. Fragments of corrupted power bleed into the world, and greater eyes turn toward her defiance. As stars realign and lost sanctums awaken, forces older than Gods, the Architects, shapers of fate itself, begin to watch. Aria is no ascended queen. She is a reckoning. And the world is no longer prepared for a woman who has already lost everything, and learned how to say no.

{Book 1 of the 'Tamed Series'} Since time immemorial, two fore-standing Races of the beings that inhabit the Wisterne Continent, have been in an unending dispute. They say the Demons prowl the living, corrupting and enticing their souls into oblivion. And the Werewolves receive a gift at the dawn of every Healing Ritual, in the exaltation of their most venerated Moon deity.~~Himari Orion has dreamt of the Healing Ritual since she turned fourteen, hoping she can bring pride to the Pack’s Gamma family with the transformation into her wolf. On the night of the coveted ceremony that occurs once a decade, she’s pronounced an Omega, a derogatory title stigmatized by the rest of her kind. The impaling aftermath leaves her hollowed and left with a shriveled ambition.Wrongly accused of orchestrating the ‘Darkling’ sudden attack on her Pack, she’s forced to flee, having no other choice but to trust in whatever resides across the river that separates her race from the rest of the world.Zorien Virote is one of the last remaining High-tier Demons and a prodigal son to the Royal family; an uncontestable warrior set to guard the riverbank and eliminate all were-beings upon sight. He is driven by a ferocious distrust for women, forcing him to end the lives of all his mates until he stumbles into the runaway she-wolf he’s been observing since her conception.“You’re the goddess’ chosen, Himari. No harm will come to you, and you’ll live to fulfill your destiny.”An ancient Black Flame that incinerates all Demons into ashes…Will Himari be able to heal the wound inflicted upon this peculiar Demon? And will Zorien take on the responsibility to kill his final mate and choose the victory of his race over his tender love?

They were two young adults, driven with passion, desire and love. Promised to be with each other, always and forever was their oath. But Veronica and Rafeal should have known, that in this world, they don't have the right to make decisions by themselves. In their world, adults rule, parents make the decision and in just one night which was supposed to be their happiest moment, turned into their nightmare. The family of Nicolaides and Wayne are known for their friendship, and partnership, two powerful families, and they will do anything for this good relationship to continue. Veronica Wayne and Rafael Nicolaides, two lovers, want nothing but to spend the rest of their lives together. But just one night changes everything when an alliance was made between two families, her elder sister who has a weak heart got engaged to Rafael, and that day their world collapsed. Every of their dream was shattered. Even if they don't want the engagement, it can't be unmade. Veronica left, breaking every promise they made together and ended up leaving a strong wound in his heart. Five years later, she returned for her sister's marriage. But Veronica should have never come back. It was so naive for her to think that after five years, all lust, passion, and love he had for her will be long gone. She was wrong, five years was nothing. His feelings never left but grew more. It turns into an obsession, he is crazy for her, and his lust for her drives him insane. His mad obsession won't leave, no matter what he does. She is back, and this time she isn't going anyway. He is going to make her stay, even if he has to seduce her.

"Why did you leave the party in such a hurry earlier?" Ignoring her sarcasm, Kaleb changed the subject. He just had to ask! The audacity he had! Sasha smirked. "Did you want to enjoy seeing the girl you just a few minutes ago making a friendly chat with your girlfriend?" she snapped, her wound reopened. "Oh, so you left because of Claire?" Again, Kaleb's voice was mocking. "No, I left because of me," Sasha recoiled, and it was her stupidity sending him a text. "And what about you and Samson? I see the way he looked at you at the party. He seems to really like you and the both of you seem really familiar with each other. What do I make out of that?" Kaleb sounded different, odd even. —---------- When Kaleb Luthor decides to move back to the town he grew up in, Sasha Sullivan is bombarded with a lot of emotions. This is a guy she has had a crush on for as long as she can remember, and this is her chance to make him see her more than just his sister's best friend. But as she gets closer to Kaleb, Sasha realizes that he's a totally different guy from the one she has built up in her head, but she still can't let him go. A one night stand was all she needed… But she isn't prepared for the consequences that one night could bring…. And what an affair with Kaleb Luthor would do to her friendship with her best friend, Tilly Luthor.

Naomi: This girl claims to protect me!? She’s so cheeky for someone who fainted just seeing the ghost. I am Dolores Rosevul, a quiet college student. But today, without any reason, I was attacked by a mysterious ghost while visiting a Mansion with my friends and fainted. When I finally awoke…She knew what her fate was, death. The only thing she could do now was to hold on tight to Naomi's thighs. Noami: Hmph! Don’t think for a moment that I’ll give someone like you any attention! Dolores: Don't like me, just protect me. --------- Nerdy Noah finally met his rival after over ten years. Marcel Ryuu was taller than him, a better student than him, and even the girl that Noah liked had a crush on him. Noah: My crush likes basketball, I'll work for the school basketball team! Noah: My crush likes calm and cold looking men who secretly only care for her, I will only act cold from today! Marcel [during a battle scene]: Why do you help me? Marcel [after coming out of the mansion]: Why are you still here following me? Marcel [guessing]: Are you secretly in love with me? Noah: No! No! My crush is following you! ___________,_ Disclaimer: The story contains two love story.

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

"Let me drill this into your head 'cause it seems you're daydreaming," his hand collared her throat tight enough to leave her struggling and kicking her feet to be set free. Tears leaked from her eyes as she fought against his grip. "You're not my Queen, you're not my mate and not my Luna. You're my fucking toy; to hold and to fuck, till you're broken beyond repair and then I decide whether or not to toss you aside," he growled coldly and I shivered from the paralyzing fear of his predatory eyes. "B-But..." She sobbed with nothin else to say. **** He was right. She was nothing more than a toy She was always hated by her father and her stepmom, all cause of the old believe she killed her mom. Her father couldn't pay the debt he owed the most hated pack so his daughter was used to pay the debt. Her life was scattered into pieces which made her almost lost hope on life . She wasn't his wife or queen but just his breeder. Her life was already getting worst by each session and time staying in the dangerous pack of decite and hatred. What would she do now she can't run away from the man who bought her and became her mate?

" You were born to be mine , you are mine and you are going to be ...... only mine " He spoke in his Hoarse , deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Her petite body trembled as he gaze at her with his Hawk eyes. His hand slowly caressed her cheek , lovingly as he took a careful view of her face. " Stay away ! " She screamed as she tried to push him away but he was not gonna let her push him away. He looked dead mad hearing her words. His blood shot red eyes dug holes into her brown orbs and her back sank into the wall behind her as he slammed his both fists onto the wall. " you belong to me " He made it clear to her but she was not gonna let him play with her like that. " I-I'm- getting engaged- " She looked up to him in the eyes and she witnessed his darkened eyes. He licked up his dried up lips and all of a sudden , stood up straight , letting her breath in relief but that did not last long when he grabbed her frail arm in his tight grip and dragged her all the way towards his bed , pushing her onto the bed as her body bounced twice. " do you really think you can get enagged to him ? Let me show you tonight and after that you will know ......... Whose sinful obsession you are "