Our eyes met and my thoughts turned into a mess as I felt his crimson eyes bore into me with an intensity that took my breath away. For a single, fleeting moment. Everything around us disappeared and faded away. His full lips moved slightly, and though no sound reached my ear, I knew exactly what he mouthed. “Mine.”
Presently I'm trying to be set free from the castle, go back to my pack, attend the school of my dreams and not be mated to a vampire. Months before I was thrown into the vampire world, I was known as a half-werewolf and half-human, the Alpha's abomination, I was bullied for being who I am. Being a queen wasn't part of my plan so Is being MATED TO THE VAMPIRE KING SON.

Asalea’s eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion. “Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her.
“Yours Madam.” He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” he said again handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds.
“What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise.
“This is your wedding Madam.” The man repeated his prior statement.
“Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again.
“You will know later on. Be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome.
Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves.
With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front.
Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured.
Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him.
Asalea’s eyes grew big when she recognized the man.
“Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered and intensely looked at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

This wasn’t just a love story—it was a war. A battle of control and surrender, of pleasure tangled with power, of a hunger that burned hotter than hate.
Draven Nightbourne didn’t take Reyna for her blood. He didn’t steal her away for power or revenge. He took her because he had to—because fate had bound them together long before she ever knew his name. A prophecy warned that if he failed to protect her, she would be his downfall. But with every whispered command, every slow, torturous test of her submission, he wondered—was she here to destroy him, or to make him kneel?
Reyna swore she would never yield to him. She fought him at every turn, even as her body betrayed her, even as the lines between fear and desire, pain and pleasure blurred into something darkly addictive. Draven never forced—he controlled, breaking her down with silk and steel, binding her in ways that had nothing to do with chains.
She was his captive, his obsession, his mate.
And when his hands pinned her in place, when his mouth brushed the pulse at her throat, when he whispered “mine” like a vow—
She knew she already was.

Never make a deal with a billionaire, especially one who is a vampire....
The deal is simple: if I spend a month with a mysterious billionaire, owner of the Fresh Blood Casino in Louisiana, he will forget my father's gambling debts. If it means saving our family's home and business, I'll do anything.
With his arrogance, strength, sensuality and dominance, Arthur Hollow is a mystery to me. But it doesn't matter how attractive he is. This is purely a business arrangement. Arthur can have any woman he wants and it makes no sense for him to be interested in a virgin like me. I'm certainly not going to fall in love with a guy who thinks he can possess me.
So I'm looking for a way to break free. When I discover that I'm the prey and that there are those who want my blood, Arthur claims he can protect me. But can I trust one of his kind?
When this started, I thought I would lose everything. Now I don't know if I'm going to make it out alive....

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Wanted By None, Needed By Both.
Josie Braille has been in love with her next door neighbor since she was 14, too bad he only has eyes for her younger sister.
But then, the night before she begins her first job, masked men break into her house and kidnap her father. She turns to Grayson for help and all evidence point to one culprit, Vladimir Sedof. He was a self made billionaire with mafia ties and his very presence makes Josie loses all sense of awareness except the need to submit to him. Everyone told her that Vladimir was the devil reincarnated and to stay away from him, unfortunately, Josie has never been good at doing as she was told. Besides, Grayson paid more attention to her ever since Vladimir came into the picture. Could he be jealous?
The longer she stays in Vladimir's company, the greater the pull she feels to him and the more restless Grayson gets. All she wanted was to make Grayson jealous, but she ends up falling for Vladimir's dominant personality. Now she has a decision to make between both men. At least she thought she did.
What happens when Josie discovers that she is the only one in love and Vladimir doesn't want her and Grayson was never after her heart?

Blake’s father is bedridden. The news saddens Blake a lot for two main reasons:
A- He will have to mourn his dad soon.
B- He will have to take the crown even sooner.
What happens when a meeting with the witches goes south and Maria is cursed?
His beloved is cursed to forget all about her first true love, namely Blake. He only has seven days to make her fall for him again otherwise she will die.
How will he go about making his own mate fall in love with him all over again?
Read on and find out.
(It is preferred to read My French Teacher Claims I'm His Mate first ;) )