Imagine catching your fiancé fucking your cousin the night before your wedding… all because he thought you were too fat to deserve him. Rebecca Snow worked on herself after that humiliation. Two years later she returns unrecognizable, breathtaking, and ready to ruin the man who broke her.And this time around she is not going to take it lightly with any of them. Get ready, because the girl they broke is the woman who will destroy them.

He wasn’t supposed to notice her. She wasn’t supposed to want him. And her daughter definitely wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him first. “He’s not just dangerous,” she whispers to herself . “He’s the kind of man who ruins your life slowly… and makes you thank him for it.” He rides loud. He loves hard. And once he wants something, he doesn’t let go. “You don’t get to look at me like that,” she tells him. His smile is slow. Predatory. Certain. “I already did,” he says. “And now you’re mine.” She’s a single mother barely holding it together. He’s a biker king with blood on his hands and loyalty carved into his bones. Their worlds should never touch. But they collide anyway. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing to me?” he growls. Her back hits the wall. His body cages her in. “You think I’d touch you if I didn’t plan to keep you?” This isn’t a sweet romance. It’s raw. Possessive. Unforgiving. The kind of love that marks you. “Mummy,” her daughter says softly, holding his hand. “Can he stay forever?” He shouldn’t want them. But the idea of leaving them hurts worse than any knife. “I don’t share,” he tells her in the dark. “Not my bike. Not my club. And definitely not my woman.” One kiss turns into hunger. One night turns into obsession. And one choice could burn everything down. “If you climb on my bike,” he warns, voice low and lethal, “you don’t get off unchanged.”

After my parents died, a stranger paid for my life. Rent. School. Food. Therapy. I never saw his face. Just the money. Just the protection.I lived with a strict aunt who treated me like a burden. I dated a boy who treated me like a joke. On my eighteenth birthday, I caught him fucking my best friend and laughing about how untouched I was.So I ran.I went to the most dangerous club in the city and asked a man who looked like sin on a motorcycle to take my virginity.What I didn’t know was that he already owned my life.He was my parents’ best friend.My secret benefactor.The biker everyone feared.And I was moving into his house the next morning.

I walked into his territory because I was angry. I left carrying his heir. Elias Timberwolf is the youngest and most ruthless Alpha in modern pack history. Feared. Untouchable. Publicly infertile. He doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in control. Until one reckless night with a stranger rewrites everything. Weeks later, I’m pregnant. And the Alpha who swore his bloodline was dead is suddenly very interested in keeping me alive. Publicly, I’m announced as his surrogate. A convenient arrangement. A political solution. Privately? His wolf calms when I’m near. His control fractures when I push back. And the Council that once declared him sterile is suddenly terrified. Because Elias wasn’t infertile. He was poisoned. And my pregnancy proves it. Now I’m not just carrying an heir. I’m carrying evidence of treason. The High Luna wants my child Dead for her son's succession. The Council wants me silent. And the most dangerous man in the territory wants something he refuses to name. They think I’m leverage. They think I’m expendable. They think I’m weak. They’re wrong. Because the bloodline they tried to erase is waking up inside me. And when my wolf rises I won’t kneel. Not to the Council. Not to a tyrant. Not even to the father of my child.

Freya thought becoming Luna would feel like destiny. Instead, it felt like rejection. The Alpha didn’t touch her. Didn’t claim her. Didn’t even look at her. “You were selected,” he said. “Not wanted.” But her body didn’t stay empty. It responded. Just… not to him. But to Orion—the Beta. The quiet one. The dangerous one. The one who watches her like he’s already chosen her, even when she tries to look away. The more she fights it, the stronger it becomes. The pull. The tension. The truth. Because something is wrong with the pack. Something is broken in their traditions. And Freya? She might be the only one powerful enough to tear it all apart.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: This book contains graphic sexual content, feral dominance, primal mating, obsession, psychological power play, intense violence, degradation, and breeding kink. For mature readers only. Read at your own risk… or pleasure. Sheila thought Stanford would be her new beginning. Instead, she collided with Brendan Caruthers Knight ruthless, untouchable, and heir to an empire. What starts as defiance turns into a dangerous obsession. He will break her, cage her, breed her if he has to… because once a Knight chooses his mate, there’s no escape. He’s not just rich. He’s ruthless. And he’s chosen her as his mate.

He’s the star pitcher of Valencia University.Heir to the Moretti crime family.A walking sin with storm-gray eyes and a filthy mouth.And now… he says I’m his.When I aced the ethics exam, I just wanted to keep my scholarship.What I didn’t expect was to catch the attention of Dante Moretti Valencia’s golden boy on the baseball field, and the mafia’s dark prince off it.He failed. I passed.And he decided I was going to be his tutor. His toy. His everything.Dante doesn’t ask. He takes.In the library, in the locker room, even under the stadium lights he bends me over and makes me scream his name until I forget who I am.Every time he fucks me, I swear I won’t come back.And every time, I spread wider, beg harder, and let him own me all over again.But being his isn’t just about filthy nights and breathless moans.Dante is drowning in the mafia’s bloody games game-fixing, money laundering, debts paid in blood. And now that I’m his, I’m part of it too.I should run. I should save myself.Instead, I’m letting the mafia’s star pitcher breed me…And I think I’m falling in love with him while he does it