Daisy Swift

I never planned to set foot in another Pack's territory again. However—wounded werewolves, critical condition.
The moment I walked into Silverback territory, my carefully constructed life imploded. One look at Alpha Ethan Silverback and my wolf Mercy went wild. Mate! The one word that changes everything for our kind.
Now I'm trapped in a medical center sabotaged from within, fighting to save warriors while dodging the advances of a possessive Alpha from my past. Ethan offers protection, respect for my medical skills, and a connection I can't deny—but whether accepting means surrendering the independence I've fought for.
As Pack Wars escalate and betrayal strikes at the heart of Silverback, I'm forced to choose: the freedom I've always cherished or the mate bond that could save us all.
Being a doctor taught me to heal others. Being Ethan's mate is teaching me to heal myself...

Five years. Five years I gave everything to Paxton Sterling—my heart, my body, my wolf's soul. I built his empire as Chief Strategy Officer while wearing his mark like a badge of honor.

Then she came back.

Layla—my pure-blooded half-sister with her perfect smile and poison tongue. Within days of her return from Europe, Paxton was ready to throw me away like yesterday's news.

"I want to sever our bond, Freya. Lyra is my true mate."

Wrong move, Alpha.

He thinks I'm just another submissive mate who'll quietly disappear. He's forgotten I'm a mixed-blood Alpha who's been playing nice for far too long. While he's busy playing house with my backstabbing sister, Lucas Morgan—the most dangerous Alpha in the territory—is making me an offer I can't refuse.

Paxton wants to discard me? Fine.

But he's about to learn that some women don't just walk away—they burn everything down on their way out.

I'm done being the good girl. Done being the perfect mate. Done hiding what I really am.

Who was Connor Mitchell, the man I trusted with my heart and my future?

For years, he whispered sweet nothings, promising a lifetime of love and devotion.

But beneath the surface lurked a sinister truth.

At parties, he slipped drugs into my drink, leaving me vulnerable to his vile intentions.

As I lay unconscious, he violated my trust, plotting to steal my twenty-million-dollar inheritance through marriage and pregnancy.

Even my roommate, once thought a confidante, was part of his twisted scheme.

For two years, I lived in blissful ignorance, blind to the lies that entangled my life.

But Connor made one fatal mistake—he revealed the existence of a child he believed to be his.

The DNA test unveiled a shocking reality: the father was the man who had silently protected me all along.

What did I do when the truth came to light?

I didn’t flee. I didn’t crumble. I didn’t fade into despair.

Instead, I strategized. I plotted. I prepared.

Because revenge is best served with precision—and I was ready to deliver it.

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

What if your greatest sacrifice became your deepest regret?

Sarah Miller believed love meant unconditional support—abandoning her nursing degree, working double shifts, and funding her husband's coding dreams. When Jake's app hit one million downloads, she thought they'd finally taste success.

But success brought shame, not gratitude. Jake demanded a "low-key marriage," listed himself as "Single" on LinkedIn, and denied his family on national TV. Sarah wasn't a wife anymore; she was a stain on his success.

When their daughter Emma was dismissed as "the help's kid," Sarah understood a brutal truth: gaining everything means losing yourself, while losing it all can make you whole.

"They took eight years of my life, destroyed my family, and buried the truth under a mountain of lies. I walked out of Riverside State Penitentiary with nothing but a canvas bag and a marriage contract to a man in a coma—my last desperate chance at revenge.

But some sleeping princes aren't as helpless as they seem. And sometimes, the most beautiful love stories begin with the darkest plans for vengeance.

Justice may sleep, but it never dies. And when it awakens... it changes everything."

What if your guardian became your greatest threat?

I once believed the oath beneath the silver moon was a shield, but I was blind to the chains it forged around my soul. The blood-mark of Dominic burned on my wrist, yet the searing memory of his venomous kiss left an even deeper scar.

In that moment, I hated him, but I hated myself even more.

He was my protector and my executioner; my salvation and my ruin. I hated him, yet I hated myself more—because even as I knew his tenderness was a snare, I couldn’t stop my soul from blazing for him.

But when the blade of truth pierced my heart.....

"They taught me that love was supposed to be unconditional. That mothers always forgive. That family comes first, no matter what.

They were wrong.

I was Emily Thompson—veterinarian, wife, mother. I gave up my career to support my husband's failing farm. I spent eight years nursing my asthmatic son, building a life around their needs, sacrificing my dreams for their comfort.

Then they chose a stranger over me.

When a beautiful liar claiming cancer came into our home, my husband believed her over his wife of eight years. My eight-year-old son wished she was his real mother. They traded me for a fraud, and expected me to quietly disappear.

Instead, I chose myself.

Some women forgive. Some women fight for their families. Some women break down and beg for a second chance.

I became the woman who builds an empire from the ashes of betrayal.

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.

I thought I had the perfect life.

A mansion in Westport, a successful husband, a beautiful daughter. Sixteen years of marriage that seemed unbreakable.

Until I found another woman's watch band in my husband's car.

Until I discovered that woman was my daughter's soccer coach.

Until I realized my nine-year-old daughter was helping her father lie to me.

Some betrayals strike like lightning. Others seep in like slow poison, until you discover your entire world is a lie.

When I stood on the platform at our annual community barbecue, armed with evidence and burning with rage, I understood a truth that would have destroyed the woman I used to be:

Sometimes the only way to save your family is to destroy it first.

I thought saving a wounded wolf was just another day on the job. I didn’t know he was him—the Alpha of all Alphas, the most feared power in the werewolf world.

When I became pregnant with his heir, they called it a crime. They poisoned me, left me for dead, and thought they’d erased me from history.

But here’s the thing about me—I’m not the kind of woman who stays buried......

"I died once. I won't die twice."

My husband killed me. Me—his wife, his victim, his mistake. But I survived. This time, I'm not just a story. I'm the one writing it.

The system failed me. It protects monsters like him. But justice? That's mine to take.

Some women accept their fate. I'm rewriting mine.

Isla's quiet life as an alchemist is shattered when she discovers she bears the last traces of the Moon Goddess bloodline. Bound by a blood oath to Alpha Rowan—a man devoted to her sister—she's thrust into a world of ancient werewolf politics she never wanted.

As forbidden feelings ignite and hunters close in, Isla must choose: the freedom she’s always craved, or a love that could save—or destroy—them all.

In the end, the price of her choice may be more than she bargained for...

I never thought love would be my mission’s undoing.

I’m FBI Special Agent Isabella Torres, and my job was simple: infiltrate the Salvatore crime family, take down Vincent Salvatore, and dismantle Chicago’s most dangerous empire. I didn’t plan on falling for him. I didn’t plan on carrying his child.

When the warehouse explosion wiped eighteen months of Vincent’s memory, I saw my chance—cover my tracks, bury my betrayal, and hide in plain sight. So I lied. I told him I was the pregnant wife of his enemy, a woman who needed his protection.

The problem? Vincent’s amnesia didn’t erase his instincts......

"Ryan, I'm dying. One month left. Can you handle my corpse?"

Three years ago, we fell in love in a Baghdad field hospital.
Three years later, I'm waiting to die in a shabby Manhattan apartment.

He thought I betrayed him for money, hated me for three whole years.
I thought he'd never forgive me, buried the truth for three whole years.

When the diagnosis arrived, when the death countdown began, I finally found the courage to dial the number I'd blocked for three years.

"You deserve to die." That was the first thing he said when he answered.

But then, why did he show up at my door thirty minutes after hanging up?
Why did he break down when he saw my parents' death certificates?

when the truth finally surfaces, there's no time left.

Is one month enough to say a proper goodbye?

The arrow left my bow. A muffled grunt—not a deer, but a man.

I found him under a tree, near death. Handsome, like carved from myth. My arrow pierced his thigh, two others his chest. I should’ve run. Instead, I took him back.

That choice sealed my fate.

Now, the question burns: Did I save him… or doom us both?

I'm Maya Wilson, seventeen and a TikTok star with a hundred thousand followers, and I've just seen my father demolish our family for a twenty-five-year-old mistress named Ashley.

What drove him to declare, "Sarah, I want a divorce. Ashley brings me back to life"?

Seventeen years of marriage discarded like a failed business deal.

Then he introduced her: "Maya, this is Ashley. It's better for you to stay here."

With a plastic smile, Ashley proclaimed, "We’ll be a happy family."

In that instant, I knew: my mother needed my protection.

Ashley didn't realize I'd been gathering evidence for weeks. My father was blind to the fact that his secrets weren't safe. Neither understood that when you threaten my family, you're facing more than just a broken home and a teenage girl.

Let the game begin.

I thought I knew my brother.

Until he cut my research funding. Until he chose to believe a stranger over me. Until he looked at me in that courtroom with eyes so cold, I wondered if I was the one who had betrayed him.

Jake used to be my protector, my hero, the one constant I believed would never change. But the moment my roommate Crystal whispered the word "bloodline," I realized some weapons are deadlier than knives—they can destroy everything a person believes about themselves.

Adoption. The word had never been forbidden in our family, until someone turned it into a tool of manipulation.

When I caught Crystal photographing our client files, I knew this wasn't just some college romance gone wrong. When I stood in that courtroom and was forced to say "Jake is adopted," I watched the light die in his eyes.

I thought I was saving a homeless man. I had no idea I was falling in love with Wall Street's most dangerous player.

When I found Ryan digging through garbage, he couldn't use my washing machine or figure out the coffee maker—a perfect man who needed my care. But why did he speak French like a native? Why did expensive watches keep "accidentally" appearing in his belongings?

When my family business suddenly faced bankruptcy, he always showed up at the perfect moment with mysterious funds and flawless solutions. I started to suspect something, but it was too late—I was already deeply in love with this enigmatic man.

Until that night at New York's most luxurious engagement party, when the spotlight hit the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the second son of the Montgomery family—Ryan Montgomery!"

I stared at the stranger in a tuxedo on stage, that face I'd kissed countless times. He was the brother of Matthew Montgomery—the man I was supposed to marry!

Was it all calculated? Was my kindness just a pawn in their brothers' power game?

I thought I had married Silicon Valley royalty.

For five years, I gave him everything—my love, my brilliance, my soul. Until that afternoon when I overheard a conspiracy that shattered my world: they planned to implant defective embryos in my body, then remove my uterus under the guise of "medical complications," clearing the path for his mistress and their "perfect heir."

In that moment, I realized I had never been his wife—I was just a replaceable vessel.

But they made one fatal mistake: they underestimated the fury of a betrayed woman.

I swore to reclaim my life and expose the dark secrets of these tech titans. I would make all of Silicon Valley pay the price for betraying me.

However, when my revenge unfolded flawlessly, I never anticipated the final twist—

It was not until that fateful night that I witnessed my fiancé, Professor Edmund, embracing his "sister," Cordelia, in a passionate kiss, overhearing him declare that I was merely a "convenient arrangement," a façade to conceal their unspeakable forbidden attraction.

The engagement ring he had bestowed upon me was ill-fitted and mismatched in style—because it was never intended for me.

As for Cordelia—this seemingly innocent ward—her most closely guarded secret has finally come to light: fifteen years ago, she hastily pushed Edmund's biological sister, Violet, to her death, and subsequently usurped her identity, claiming a family and love that were never rightfully hers.

It was not until that fateful night that I witnessed my fiancé, Professor Edmund, embracing his "sister," Cordelia, in a passionate kiss, overhearing him declare that I was merely a "convenient arrangement," a façade to conceal their unspeakable forbidden attraction.

The engagement ring he had bestowed upon me was ill-fitted and mismatched in style—because it was never intended for me.

As for Cordelia—this seemingly innocent ward—her most closely guarded secret has finally come to light: fifteen years ago, she hastily pushed Edmund's biological sister, Violet, to her death, and subsequently usurped her identity, claiming a family and love that were never rightfully hers.