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The Lycan Princess They Made The Servant
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I was the pack's nameless omega.Scrubbing floors. Taking lashes. Sleeping in a cold cellar while the future Luna wore silk.On my eighteenth birthday, the Alpha felt the mate bond.I thought it was my salvation.Instead, Killian Blackwood grabbed my chin in front of the entire pack and whispered:"I reject you."I should have run. Should have cried. Should have disappeared into the night like every other rejected mate.But I didn't.Because pack law has a loophole. And I chose to stay.As his servant.As his slave.But here's what Killian doesn't know:The moment he rejected me, something ancient woke in my chest. A silver glow. A power that made every wolf in the pack drop to their knees.I'm not an omega.I'm the last true Lycan Princess – stolen from my throne as a baby, my memory erased, my power sealed.And Killian's pack is dying.A curse rots them from within. His wolf is already whimpering. Within months, he'll be on his knees begging for a cure.The cure is my blood.He doesn't know that.He thinks I'm just the servant who folds his sheets and serves his new Luna breakfast in bed.Every morning I watch him kiss Serena.Every night I clean the bedroom where he sleeps without me.And every second, my wolf whispers:Let him break.Because when he finally discovers the truth – that the servant he threw away is the only one who can save him –I won't say yes.I'll make him beg.
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The Alpha's Regret: Forsaken, then Favoured
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His hands trembled against my waist. Not from cold. From reverence.“I don’t deserve to touch you,” he breathed, forehead pressed to mine. His scent—pine, smoke, and that maddening undertone of wild honey—wrapped around me like a second skin.I pulled his shirt over his head. Scars mapped his torso. Some old. Some fresh. One over his heart where I’d stabbed him with a silver blade.“You don’t deserve me,” I agreed, tracing that scar with my fingertip. He shuddered. “But my wolf already forgave you. And I’m tired of fighting us both.”His growl was low, broken, almost a sob. Then his mouth was on my throat—not biting, just tasting. The column of my neck. The hollow of my collarbone. Lower.My back hit the silk sheets. He hovered above me, silver moonlight carving his jaw into something ancient and hungry.“Luna.” My name. Just my name. But the way he said it—like a prayer, like a curse, like the last word he’d ever speak—unlocked something in my chest.Our wolves surfaced beneath our skin. Not shifting. Merging. I felt his need like it was my own. Every regret. Every lonely night. Every time he’d watched me from across a room and couldn’t touch.Now he could.His hand slid up my thigh, slow enough to make me whimper. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered against my stomach. “And I will.”I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and pulled him closer.“Don’t you dare.”---
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The Girl He Humiliated Became His Greatest obsession
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On the night Amelia Hart loses everything, she discovers her dead mother may still be alive. Framed for a crime she didn't commit, hunted by powerful enemies, and betrayed by the people she trusted most, Amelia is thrust into a deadly conspiracy buried for twenty years. The only clue she has leads to Adrian Cole—the billionaire who publicly humiliated her and shattered her life. As dark family secrets surface and dangerous truths come to light, Amelia realizes her mother's disappearance was no accident. Someone is willing to kill to keep the past buried. And Adrian Cole is becoming dangerously obsessed with the one woman he should never have hurt. In a world of lies, power, and betrayal, the truth may cost them everything. Add to library ♥️ to see if Adrian destroys Her....or claims her
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The Girl who borrowed from Tomorrow
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A quiet, struggling student named sapphire is under pressure to succeed—family expectations, school stress, everything. One night, she finds an old wristwatch that lets her skip forward in time and bring back knowledge or skills.She uses it to pass examsTo avoid embarrassmentTo become “perfect”At first, it feels like a blessing.But slowly, things start vanishing:Her best friend forgets their memoriesHer favorite childhood place is goneEven parts of her personality begin to fadeShe realizes: every time she borrows from the future, she is trading away pieces of her present life.
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