Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open.“Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—”Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.”“Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.”I was trembling, dripping, used and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.”And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them.---Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In pack. In love.Then everything was ripped away.Her father, the late Beta of Fangspire died.Her mother, driven mad by grief, drank wolfsbane and never woke up.And her boyfriend? The one who promised her forever? He found his true mate and tossed Lilith aside like she was nothing.Oh, and Lilith? She’s wolfless.No power. No rank. No future.With medical bills choking her and nowhere left to turn, she enters the Rite—a savage ritual where women offer their bodies for the night to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold.Three untouchable Alphas, vicious and violent, cursed by the Moon Goddess herself. If they fail to mate and mark their true mate by the time they turn twenty-six, the wolves inside them will destroy everything.Lilith was never supposed to mean anything.But the moment they touched her, something changed.Now they want her—tied, marked, owned.They take her like they already know she belongs to them.They worship her like their survival depends on it.Because maybe… it does.Three Alphas.One wolfless girl.No fate, no future—just obsession.And the more they taste her,The harder she is to let go.

“He is watching us, Eleanor. Your husband, the one who believes you’re dead, is watching you like this… beneath another man, breathless, trembling, losing yourself across these sheets.” His hand tightened at my waist, drawing a sharp breath from my lips as his mouth brushed my ear. “Good,” I whispered, a slow, wicked smile curving across my lips as my gaze drifted toward the shadow behind the half-open door. I tilted my head back, letting the moment linger—letting him watch. “Then let’s give him a show he will never forget.” ** Once, I had belonged to someone else. A husband who chose my sister over me. A family who buried my screams beneath their lies. A man who did not hesitate when asked which of us should die. He chose me. So now, I chose revenge. A new face. A new name. I would make him crave me… ache for me… ruin himself trying to keep me. And when my sister watches him unravel, piece by piece, she would feel every ounce of pain I did. But to destroy a man, you must first understand his hunger. And the one teaching me? Alexander Blackthorn. My husband’s older brother. A ruthless rogue who believed revenge was never meant to be quick but savored slowly.

I fumbled with the lock, my pulse hammering. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t want this. "Alaric," I breathed, but his name barely made it past my lips before his hands were on me—hot, demanding, unstoppable. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding beneath my dress. "Tell me you don’t want this." I opened my mouth—to argue, to push him away—but all that came out was a soft, shuddering gasp as he found the one place that betrayed me. His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "That’s what I thought." __ Betrayed and humiliated at the altar. Isla never planned to ruin herself in the arms of another man. But heartbreak led her straight into the grasp of Alaric Voss—powerful, ruthless, and twice her age. One night. No names. No future. Or so she thought. Because when the sun rose, Isla came face-to-face with her new boss—the same man who had just claimed her in every sinful way possible. Now, resisting him is impossible. He’s everywhere—watching, teasing, owning her with every smirk, every touch. She swore it was a mistake. He swears it’s just the beginning. And the more she fights him, the more she realizes the truth: She was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. And Alaric Voss doesn’t let what’s his slip away.

“Whose cock would you like to take first, Violet?” Damian’s hand wrapped around my throat, lifting my chin.I licked my lips slowly, smiling. “All of you. Maybe I should let you fight over me.”Xander’s palm cracked across my thigh, a warning. “Careful. We don’t share toys unless they beg.”“Oh, I’ll beg,” I breathed, dragging my nails down his abdomen, “if you make it worth it.”Sebastian’s grip tightened on my hips, voice a low snarl by my ear. “Tie her wrists. Let’s see how long her arrogance lasts.”My laugh was breathless, taunting. “I’ll last longer than you can handle.”Their growls shook through me.And I wanted every second of it.Not because they owned me but because I was tempting them to try.__Charlotte Sinclair was power, a dominating CEO with a wicked smile, a mind like a blade, and men who trembled under her heels. Until she read Violet, the Villainess, a novel where the twin sister stole everything — power, family, and Seth, Violet’s mate, Beta of the Bloodthorn Pack before Violet died screaming and alone.Charlotte slammed the book shut.“If I were her, I’d rewrite destiny and make them all suffer.”A blink.A heartbeat.A new body.She dies and wakes up as Violet, the doomed villainess.But Charlotte doesn’t break, she hunts.To survive, she needs power. Real power.And it lies in the hands of three ruthless Alphas feared by the world: Damian, Xander, Sebastian.The men her enemies serve.The men her sister wants.The men Violet was meant to fear.Charlotte?She plans to seduce them.Control them. Turn the Alphas into her obsession.Three Alphas.One wicked woman.No mercy, only desire, power, and revenge.

His hand fisted in my hair while the silk tie kept my wrists helpless above my head, his voice dark and thick with lust against my neck. “You’re soaking my fucking pants, Celeste—moaning like a needy little wife who wants to be fucked until she forgets her husband’s name. Is that what you want?” I arched into him, breath hitching as the words tumbled out, “Yes, sir.” ___ Celeste Maddox is the picture-perfect political wife, composed, elegant, and utterly unwanted. Behind closed doors, her marriage to golden boy Ethan is a hollow performance: no affection, no passion, just cold smiles and a carefully curated public image. But everything shatters when she walks in on Ethan tangled in the sheets with her own sister. Heartbroken and reckless, Celeste lets herself unravel for one night in the arms of a commanding stranger—someone who touches her like she matters, who makes her ache and moan like she’s never known pleasure before. She never planned to see him again. But fate has other plans because the stranger? He’s Dr. Rowan Wolfe, the couples therapist Ethan hires to fix their broken marriage. Now, every session is torture. Every glance, a spark.And when Ethan stops showing up, Rowan doesn’t stop seeing her. Talking turns to touching. Therapy turns to sin. And Celeste finds herself tied to the bed of the one man who makes her forget every vow she ever made. She swore she’d never cheat. He swore she was only his plaything. They’re both liars. However, some sins are worth every damn consequence.

“Alexander, this isn’t right,” Valentina whispered, her voice shaky as his hand traced the line of her jaw. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “It doesn’t matter what’s right,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “It matters what’s mine.” Her breath caught as his fingers slid to the back of her neck. “And you think I’m yours?” “I don’t think, Valentina,” he murmured, a dark smile curving his lips. “I know.” --- Valentina never expected her life to take such a dangerous turn. After her husband demands a divorce to marry his mistress, she finds herself entangled with Alexander—a powerful mafia Don whose reputation is as lethal as the man himself. Alexander doesn’t just want Valentina; he needs her. When he discovers she’s the daughter of Nico Vance, the man responsible for the tragedy that destroyed his family, his rage burns hotter. But instead of killing her, Alexander makes a chilling decision: Valentina will become his late wife, down to the last detail. Caught between desire and danger, Valentina must decide if she’ll run from Alexander’s dark world—or step willingly into it. Because once she does, there’s no turning back.