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...

When love becomes the most dangerous undercover mission of all...

I fell in love with the man I was sent to destroy. FBI Agent Isabella Torres had one mission: infiltrate the Salvatore crime family and take down Chicago's most powerful mob boss. What I didn't expect was to fall for Vincent Salvatore—or to carry his child.

When a warehouse explosion stole eighteen months of Vincent's memories, I faced an impossible choice. The FBI demanded evidence, rival crime families hunted me, and I made a desperate gamble: hide under Vincent's protection while letting him believe I'm his enemy's pregnant wife.

But Vincent's amnesia didn't erase his protective instincts—or his inexplicable pull toward the mysterious woman who claims to need help. As I weave deeper into a web of lies, I discover the most dangerous thing about loving a mobster isn't his enemies...

"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?

One arrow changed everything—I thought I'd hunted a deer, but I saved the most dangerous man in the werewolf world.

Kael's eyes burned with golden fire, his skin blazing hot as flame. Every touch set my blood ablaze. I thought it was just a life debt, until I discovered the unbreakable mate bond between us.

I was just an ordinary forest ranger. He was the Alpha heir ruling five thousand wolves.

I thought I was half-blood trash, but I turned out to be the legendary last "Connector."

When I carried his twins, I became a blood contamination in the eyes of the entire werewolf world. When conservatives demanded he abandon me for a pure-blood noble. When I stood accused before the pack assembly—

My name is Maya Wilson. I'm seventeen, I have 100K TikTok followers, and I just watched my dad destroy our family for a twenty-five-year-old homewrecker named Ashley.

"Ashley makes me feel alive again," he said, dismissing seventeen years of marriage like a bad business deal.

"We'll be one happy family," she smiled, standing in our kitchen like she already owned it.

That's when I knew: Mom needed my protection.

What followed was a war fought with laptops and lies, fake pregnancies and real heartbreak. A battle between a broken housewife discovering her strength, a teenage girl wielding digital weapons, and a woman who thought she could manipulate her way to victory.

Six months later, Mom would be accepting awards. Ashley would be gone. And Dad?

Dad would be begging for forgiveness he'd never get.

I thought I knew my brother until I had to destroy him to save him.

Jake was my protector, my role model, the family I thought would never change. Until his roommate Crystal whispered "bloodline" and I watched everything I believed about us crumble.

When she made him question his place in our family, when she turned his adoption into a weapon of manipulation, when she convinced him to betray everything we'd built together—I had only one choice.

In that courtroom, with cameras flashing and reporters scribbling, I stood up and spoke the words that would shatter his heart: "Jake is adopted, Your Honor. He's not a biological member of the Martinez family."

I saw the light die in his eyes. I felt our bond break like glass.

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 the love of my life, until I discovered he planned to use my womb as a sacrifice for his mistress.

For five years, I gave Dax everything—my brilliance, my body, my soul. I believed we were building a future together, trying for the baby that would complete our Silicon Valley fairy tale.

Then I overheard the conspiracy that shattered my world: defective embryos implanted in my body, followed by a hysterectomy disguised as "medical complications." All to clear the path for Ada and their "perfect heir."

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

But they made one fatal mistake: they underestimated the fury of a betrayed woman with an MIT degree and nothing left to lose.

Love had made me blind, but betrayal made me brilliant.

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.

"They say love is blind, but what if you could see into someone's heart?"

I thought I knew who I loved. For three years, I believed the face that made my heart race belonged to Tristan Montgomery—the golden boy, the student council president, the perfect boyfriend everyone envied me for having.

But hearts can lie, and memories can deceive.

When I discovered I could hear people's thoughts, I learned the devastating truth: the gentle soul I'd fallen for in that library three years ago wasn't Tristan at all. It was his twin brother Felix, who'd been loving me in silence while I chased after the wrong Montgomery.

Now, standing between two identical faces—one hiding cruelty behind charm, the other concealing devotion behind quiet smiles—I have to choose. But in a world where I can read everyone's mind except my own heart, how do I know which love is real?

And what happens when the brother I reject refuses to let me go?

I woke up in darkness, covered in blood, wearing a tattered wedding dress.

Five years of memories—completely blank.

An angel-faced little girl told me she was my daughter.

A man with amber eyes claimed to be my husband.

They were both lying.

But the most terrifying thing wasn't the lies themselves—it was discovering, when the truth surfaced, that I had fallen in love with those lies.

She wasn't my daughter, but I would die for her.

He wasn't my husband, but his touch broke my heart.

My name is Victoria Sterling, and I'm about to tell you how I seduced my guardian.

Marcus Rothwell saved me when I was thirteen—took me in after my parents died, raised me, protected me. For nine years, he was everything to me.

The problem? I fell in love with him.

When I confessed at twenty-two, he panicked. Sent me away to London. Thought distance would "cure" me.

He was wrong.

See, Marcus made one fatal mistake: he underestimated the woman he'd created.

Two years in London. Two years of playing his game—the fake boyfriend he sent to "distract" me, the photos designed to make him jealous, the slow, sweet torture of watching him break.

Now I'm back in New York.....

I never imagined I'd fall in love with the man I was supposed to hate.

When I entered Atlas Montgomery's mansion to "pay off" my brother's medical debt, I believed I was just a desperate nursing student trading my skills for freedom. What I didn't know was that I was actually a spy, planted to destroy him.

Now I'm standing in his study, phone in my hand, finger hovering over send. One click and the photos of his private files will destroy everything—his reputation, his freedom, maybe even his life.

But it will also destroy mine.

Because somewhere between the lies and the longing, I fell hopelessly, desperately in love with my target.

The question is: when he discovers who I really am, will he forgive me?

Or will he make me pay for every moment I made him believe in love?

I wasn't asleep that night.

Six years ago, my stepbrother Sebastian kissed me in the dark and then disappeared from my life. He thought I was sleeping. He thought he was a monster.

He was wrong about both.

Now I'm back, and I've discovered his secret—a hidden gallery filled with six years' worth of paintings. All of me. Every canvas screaming the truth he's been too afraid to speak.

Sebastian thinks he's been protecting me from his forbidden desires. But I've been counting the days too, planning my return, ready to shatter every wall between us.

For ten years, they thought I couldn't hear.

They were wrong.

I heard Braden call me his "pet" at his bachelor party.

I heard Scarlett threaten to push me off a cliff.

I heard them plotting how to split my father's two million dollar inheritance.

I heard every detail of their plan to have me committed after the wedding.

My right ear was never damaged. For ten years, I just chose selective deafness—choosing to believe their sweet lies, ignoring the harsh truths.

They saw me as a helpless deaf girl, the perfect victim.

They didn't know that victims fight back.

And I heard every fucking word.

A twenty-dollar thrift store blanket connected me to a billionaire's mind.

I'm Isadora Miller—broke Brooklyn art student who accidentally bought a psychic link to Raphael Ashford, Manhattan's most eligible heir. I could hear his thoughts, feel his touch, control his every sensation.

What started as curiosity became obsession. What began as power became love.

But when you're nobody from nowhere and he's worth three hundred billion dollars, when his family threatens to destroy you and society says you don't belong—loving someone means knowing when to let them go.

Until he's willing to lose everything to keep you.R

Six years ago, I left him to protect him, letting him believe I betrayed him for money.

Six years later, when I thought I could quietly slip back into New York, I discovered I'd already fallen into the web he'd carefully woven around me—my job, my apartment, even my mother's medical bills, everything was under his control.

"Welcome home, Irene. This time, you're not going anywhere."

Ronald Ashworth was no longer the college boy who'd drop to his knees begging me to stay. He'd become a Wall Street finance mogul who could control everything, an obsessive man willing to fight the entire world to keep me.

He said he'd give me freedom, but I'd never escape his reach.
He said he'd cage me in silk and worship me like a queen.