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The Lost Lycan Princess: Breeder for the King
Updated at Apr 9, 2026, 10:39
Neraml Salvatore has been raised as the dirt beneath her family’s shoes. Voiceless, abused, and hidden away in the dark corners of the Salvatore pack, she expected her life to end in the same miserable obscurity. She is the family's dirty secret, treated as nothing more than a servant by her cruel stepmother. Then, she is sold. Pavel Romanov is the undisputed King of the city’s underground. Ten years her senior, he is notoriously ruthless, cold as ice, and demands absolute submission. He didn't buy Neraml out of pity. He bought her for one brutal purpose: to breed an heir. He treats her like a transaction, locking her in his gilded cage while his second-in-command, Diego, watches her with eyes that hold a dangerous, forbidden amount of warmth. But Pavel is making a fatal mistake. He thinks he bought a broken, worthless girl. He doesn't know that beneath her silence lies a dormant fire. He doesn’t know that Neraml is the last surviving heir of the very royal bloodline he swore his empire wiped out twenty years ago. When the truth bleeds out, the man who bought her to break her will have to burn the world down to keep her. Because now, every syndicate wants the Lost Princess dead. And Pavel? He just wants her.
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Marked and Rejected by my Stepbrother
Updated at Feb 5, 2026, 01:11
"I am not yours... let me go." His grip tightened around my side, making it hard to breathe. "Reject the mate bond,” he growled. I shook my head, struggling to pull free. “I won’t.” His fingers dug deeper into my skin. “You can’t reject me, Raine. You can’t leave me either.” His voice was low but full of power. “You were given to me.” I glared at him, breathing heavily. “You don’t own me.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Then let's see.” ********* Raine's life was never hers to live, not when she was born half-human and cursed as an omega. From the moment she could walk, she was seen as weak, unwanted... disposable. Just when hope flickered into her bleak world, fate dealt the cruelest blow: her mate was her stepbrother, Travis. Their bond was forbidden. Their love, a crime. And just when she thought she could finally be happy, Travis rejected her. Shattered and betrayed, Raine runs only to fall into the arms of two mysterious, powerful men who vow to never let her go. They want her. Crave her. And they’ll fight to the death for her. She falters. And what happens when all three of her mates declare war for her? Who will she choose? What will she become? And when the darkest secret is revealed, one that changes everything will love still be enough?
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OWNED BY THE ROGUE TWIN ALPHA'S (A BREEDER FOR THE KING)
Updated at Dec 23, 2025, 13:37
Zaya One marks me at night with ruthless dominance. The other steals me in the daylight, whispering promises that feel like poison and salvation all at once. Together they unravel me, body and soul, until I can no longer tell which one I fear… and which one I crave. ********** The night my parent sold me, the stars stopped shining. I was nineteen, trembling in chains, traded like cattle for peace my pack no longer deserved. The Alpha of Nightshade was a monster who felt nothing. Cold eyes. Cruel hands. A heart buried with the mate who died in his arms. And then he looked at me. One nod. No words. Claiming me as if I had always belonged to him. I swore I would never love him. I would never let a man who bought my body have my heart. The annoying part? He has a twin. A mirror with the same face but a different hunger. One marks me at night with ruthless dominance. The other steals me in the daylight, whispering promises that feel like poison and salvation all at once. Together they unravel me, body and soul, until I can no longer tell which one I fear… and which one I crave. I thought I was just a peace offering. A breeder. Nothing. But lies run deeper than blood. And the cruelest truth of all? I was never meant for one Alpha. I was meant for both. This is not their story. It’s mine.
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