Finding His luna

"No... You can't do this to me..." I almost squeezed the words through my teeth, my voice trembling.
My drunk stepfather remained indifferent, his weight suffocating, making it hard to breathe as my heart raced.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and two figures burst in.
"Get off her!" a deafening roar echoed.
I didn't expect the twin brothers who'd bullied me at school to come charging in like gods to save me.
After my grandmother passed, I had to move in with my mom and stepdad, who treated me like a servant. I prayed every day for my 18th birthday to come, so l could leave and escape this broken home.
However, on my first day at my new school, l encountered the legendary twins everyone feared.
To make matters worse, the Moon Goddess revealed they were both my mates!
After helping me out with my stepdad, my twin mate cornered me, played with my hair, and whispered possessively, "You belong to us, our little mate..."

Being the middle Child ignored and neglected, rejected by family and injured, She receives her wolf early and realizes she is a new type of hybrid but doesn't know how to control her power, she leaves her pack with her best friend and grandmother to go to her grandfather's clan to learn what she is and how to handle her power and then with her fated mate, her best friend and her fated mate little brother and grandmother start their own pack.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me. I’ve been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me.” His grip tightened. “I’m not letting that go. I’m not letting you go. Fuck the friendship. I want you.”
I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip.
“I don’t just want to fuck you—I want to keep you. You’re my favorite sin, and I’ll commit it again and again until you understand you’re mine.” His lips twitched a little. “You’ve always been mine, Savannah.”
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Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong?
Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister.
A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor.
To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy.
Until fake kisses start to feel real.
Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

She was born cursed and silenced. He was born cursed and destined to lose everything.

Vanessa, the mute runt of a cursed litter, has only ever known cruelty and abuse. Her voice stolen by a witch’s spell, her freedom crushed by a brutal father, she’s been promised to a monster she doesn’t want. But fate intervenes when she’s left for dead—bleeding, broken, and bound—only to be rescued by Alpha Alfred of the Shadow Pack.
Alfred, fighting against a generational curse that has doomed his brothers to remain wolves forever, never expected his fated mate to be a fragile girl on the brink of death. But the moment he breathes in her scent, everything changes.
Together, they must confront the past, survive betrayal, and uncover the true key to breaking the curses that bind them. Will their bond be strong enough to save them both?

My mate was coursed to forbidden to meet me before I turned 18.

The smell of sandalwood and lavender invades my senses, and the smell is getting stronger.
I stand up and close my eyes then I feel my body slowly start to follow the scent.
I open my eyes to meet a pair of gorgeous grey eyes staring back into my green/hazel ones.
At the same time the word “Mate” comes out of our mouths,
and he grabs me and kisses me until we must stop for air.
I’ve found my mate already. I can’t believe it.
Wait. How is this possible when I don’t have my wolf yet?
You can’t find your mate until you have your wolf.
This doesn’t make any sense.

My name is Freya Karlotta Cabrera, daughter of Alpha of the Dancing Moonlight pack, I am ready of coming of age, get my wolf and find my mate. My parents and brother constantly push me to be together with our pack’s Beta. But I know he is not my mate. One night, I fall asleep and meet my fated mate in my dream, his name is Alexander, I don’t know which pack he belongs to, maybe this is just a dream and when I wake up, everything will disappear.

But when I wake up in the morning, I somehow know the dream is true, I find my mate before getting my wolf.

I am Alexander, the Alpha Lycan King, and my mate Freya calls me Alex. After a century’s looking, I finally meet my mate, but I have to wait until she turns 18 or gets her wolf(whichever one comes first) before, I can present myself to her in person. The whole thing is because of something my 10x great-grandfather did that offended the Moon Goddess.

I know Freya is very special, maybe she is one of ours, everything will be known on the night of her shift.

Will Freya be able to handle everything?
With her birthday approaching so does the dangers lurking?

Fuck off? I lent over to her side of the car, grabbed her hips and ripped her over to straddle my lap. This girl was something else, I knew it from the start. Now I needed her to know just who I am and what I am capable of. I held one hand firmly on her waist and the other to her throat. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt her, but it would keep her in place for now.
“Angel, you have a filthy fucking mouth”, I whispered low into her ear.
“Luciano…” Finally, an expression on her face. A real one she wasn’t hiding from me. It wasn’t fear though. It was lust. My girl likes this. I pulled her down further so she could feel just how much I was liking it too and the most enchanting gasp came from her mouth while her eyes rolled back for a moment.
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Do you enjoy a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armour? If so, then this book is not for you. This five foot nothing, FMC, Ariana Salvatore is a ruthless assassin, trained and tortured to be the most deadly weapon. She's got a heart of gold, a filthy mouth and a will to survive. She's on the run from her father's heavy hand and deadly demands. What happens when not one but three powerful mafia men pine for her? Will they be able to share? Will her past catch up to her? And what about her ex fiance? The ruthless, beast of a man her father had arranged for her to marry? This book is a whirlwind of events, violent, spicy and not for the faint hearted.

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he’s not letting me go.

Taryn awakens in a strange bed, with no memory how she got there. She soon finds out that the alluring male scent from the bed belongs to Trey Coleman, an alpha of a wolf pack, feared by almost everyone. He proposes a deal: they should mate, at least make it look like they mated, and it would solve their problems photo. Taryn’s father is forcing her to mate with a sadistic bastard, and she has virtually no way of escaping him. Unless she accepts Trey. He, on the other hand, has a war coming. Banished from his pack after he rightfully took over the leadership, the new alpha, his uncle, wants to take over Trey’s pack and territory, and he can’t allow that. So, the best way for them is to “mate” and make it seem believable. Of course, soon they’ll realise they don’t need to act at all.

When Alcee Mariani turns twenty-one, she knows her time is up. Her family has arranged her marriage from the time she was twelve to the future Don of the Lozano family, Torquato "The Grizzly" Lozano. He's rumored to be cold, cruel and heartless and he's a full ten years older than she is.
Selling her virginity online is a surefire way to make sure The Grizzly cancels the agreement and when she lets her father know she's sold it to the highest bidder and never got his real name, the contract is ended but so is her association with her own family.
Six years later she is no longer the treasured principessa of the Mariani family, but the single-mother to a five-year old boy who bears an uncanny resemblance to the man to whom she sold her innocence.
Torquato Lozano has searched for the woman who left him high and dry after an incredible night of passion nearly six years ago. When he stumbles across her in a newly purchased company working as an IT tech, he's stunned to find out she's the woman his family arranged him to marry so many years before. A perusal of her file tells him she didn't leave their rendezvous all those nights ago empty handed. Her little boy is the spitting image of him, right down to his massive size.
When Alcee's family realize they are losing out on a lucrative financial alliance they should have been part of, it starts a war. With enemies appearing at every corner, Alcee and Torquato will need to let the past go and work together to keep their son alive. Their passion will reignite as they strive to keep their family safe and forge a new power to take over the New York criminal underworld.

His breath comes out sharp. “You’re so fucking full of yourself it's ridiculous.”
“You haven’t told me to stop,” I murmur.
His fingers twitch like he wants to hit me or grab me, maybe both.
He turns his head away like he’s trying to find oxygen, but I can see it, the flush in his neck, the pulse beating fast under my thumb, the way his body gives him away even while his mouth keeps lying.
I press my body into his, chest to chest, heat to heat.
“You want to hate me. Fine. Hate me all you want. But don’t fucking lie to yourself. Don’t pretend your cock doesn’t get hard every time I say your name.”
He groans, a sound caught between frustration and need.

Xander never meant to get involved. Two years ago he stumbled into an alley and locked eyes with a stranger beating someone bloody.
That stranger was Jax.
Since then, he's found himself thinking of the guy an unhealthy amount. He was a fantasy for two whole years...until he wasn't. Now they circle each other like fire and gasoline...sparking, burning, never quite touching without leaving marks. Xander isn’t used to being overpowered. But Jax dominates like he was born to, and Xander hates how much he craves it.
It’s push and pull. Bite and bleed. Want and denial.....
Jax hides behind silence and shadows. A violent past, darker urges, walls built out of barbed wire. But Xander keeps digging, keeps fucking showing up, and that scares Jax more than anything. Because Xander isn’t just scratching the surface.
He’s reaching in and pulling Jax apart. And the deeper they fall, the more dangerous it gets.
✨He was supposed to be a pastime. Not a craving. But some obsessions don’t burn out. They burn through.✨

He kills without mercy. She loves without reason. And nothing will stop her from having him.

For three years, Mafia leader Conner O’Neill has felt eyes on him. A phantom touch in the night. Perfume lingering on his pillows. Warm cookies in his oven. Enemies' heads delivered to his doorstep, gift-wrapped in bloodied silk. It isn’t fear that coils in his gut—it’s fascination. Someone is watching him. Someone who knows him. Someone who kills for him.

Her name is Sage—and she’s been his shadow since the night he unknowingly stole her heart with a bullet to another man’s brain. For her, it was love at first sight. Violent. Beautiful. Inevitable. Raised in darkness, owned by a monster, Sage was never meant to love. But Conner changed that. And she’s been his ever since, waiting for the day she can step out of the shadows and into his arms.

But the man who owns her doesn’t let go of his toys. And the man she loves doesn’t know she exists—yet.

She’s done watching. It’s time he learns the truth.

He belongs to her. And she’ll kill anyone who tries to take him away.

I paused at the ajar conference room door, attempting to balance the tray of coffees. Creedon was my new boss, now also my boyfriend. I listened at the door.

“Where is that slut of yours, Creedon? Must be a hell of a lay. The coffee is going to be cold,” Michael complained. “What's the point in keeping her around? She's not even your breed.”
Not his breed?
“You know me, I like nice accessories, Besides, she is smarter than she looks."
An Accessory?
“Stop toying with the girl. You're letting her get too close to us. Not to mention the scandal you’ll have with the press once they realize she's a poor country girl. America will fall in love with her, you will just crush them when you’re done with her. Poor Image...” The sound of fits hitting the table silenced the room.

“She’s mine! She is no concern of yours. I can fuck her, breed her, or cast her aside, remember who's in charge here. “If I want to use her as a cum bucket, I will." His anger explosive.
Breed me? Cast me aside? Cum bucket? I think not!*

“She is pretty, but she’s of no value to you, Creedon. A pebble in a sea of diamonds, darling. You can have any woman you desire. Fuck her out of your system, and sign off on her,” Latrisha spat. “That one is going to become a pain in your ass. You need a bitch that will submit.”

Someone, please, come mop up the word vomit this woman has just spewed.

“I have her under control, Trisha, back the fuck off.”

**Control? Oh, hell naw! ** He hadn't met the take no bullshit southern bitch I could be.

Rage brewed as I elbowed open door.

Well, here goes everything.