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.

My name is Madison Wells, and I thought my boyfriend loved me.

He was drugging me at parties.

Assaulting me while I was unconscious.

Planning to steal my twenty-million-dollar trust fund through marriage and pregnancy.

My roommate was helping him.

For two years, I lived a lie.

But Connor Mitchell made one fatal mistake—he told me I was carrying his child.

The DNA test said otherwise. The real father? The man who'd been secretly protecting me all along.

When I discovered the truth, I didn't run. I didn't hide. I didn't break down.

I planned.

I died at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, slumped over client files that were still warm from my printer.

And, I watched my husband Mark fuck our twenty-four-year-old assistant on my side of the bed.

Three days after my funeral, I heard him tell investors that Jessica Blair was his "angel investor"—the brilliant young woman whose $150,000 had saved his company from bankruptcy.

That was my money. Every blood-soaked dollar.

The money I earned working eighteen-hour days while he played golf. The money I saved by eating ramen for dinner while he dined at five-star restaurants. The money I liquidated from my retirement fund, my car, my mother's jewelry—everything I'd spent ten years building—to save his pathetic real estate empire.

While I was dying alone in that office, Mark was planning his future with the woman I'd trained to replace me. While my heart was literally stopping from exhaustion and stress, he was already measuring my grandmother's diamond brooch for Jessica's finger.

They say love is blind. They're wrong.

Death is blind. Death makes you see everything.

When the lies unravel like a cheap sweater, when my former clients discover the truth about their beloved agent's sacrifice, when Mark finally realizes he murdered the only person who ever truly loved him—

It will be too late for apologies.

Too late for tears.

Too late for anything but justice.

Some betrayals are so complete, so soul-crushing, that they transcend death itself.

Welcome to mine.

Sarah Miller once believed that love meant unconditional support—abandoning her nursing degree, working double shifts in the ER, using her own blood and sweat to fund her husband's coding dreams. She thought when Jake's dating app hit one million downloads, they'd finally taste the fruits of their shared struggle.

But success didn't bring gratitude. It brought shame.

When Jake began demanding a "low-key marriage," when his LinkedIn profile read "Single," when he denied having a family on national television, Sarah realized she was no longer a wife—she was a stain on his success story that needed to be hidden.

The moment their daughter Emma was dismissed as "the help's kid," Sarah understood a brutal truth: some people lose themselves when they gain everything, while others find themselves when they lose it all.

In a small-town Oregon hospital, the moment Sarah put her nurse's uniform back on, she didn't just restart her career—she redefined what real success looks like.

"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."

I once thought the oath under the silver moon was protection, not knowing it was a chain binding my soul. But what I never anticipated was that the hardest thing to fight wouldn't be the burning blood contract mark on my wrist, but the unquenchable flame in my heart—my love for Dominic. Even knowing his approach was meant for betrayal, I still remember the electricity of that kiss in the moonlight garden, the warmth of his fingertips, and the silver light flickering in his eyes. Whenever he's near, my soul tears between fear and longing. He is my guardian and my executioner; my salvation and my destruction. How can I fight against fate when my own heart has already betrayed me?

"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.

Ava was just an ordinary veterinarian who accidentally saved the most powerful Alpha of the werewolf clans. After getting pregnant with his heir, she was poisoned and left for dead. Everyone thought the story was over—but they had no idea this was only the beginning of her revenge! When she returns with her miraculously surviving mixed-blood son, those who once trampled on her finally realize how foolish it was to cross a woman deeply loved by the Wolf King. From a despised human to a Luna recognized by the entire pack, she used love to tear apart years of prejudice!

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

Emily Carter has been murdered by her police officer husband—and somehow lived to tell about it.

This time, she knows exactly how the story ends.

This time, she's writing it.

When the system protects predators and silences victims, sometimes the only justice is the kind you take with your own hands.

Some women accept their fate. Others rewrite it.

When alchemist Isla discovers she carries the last traces of the legendary Moon Goddess bloodline, her quiet life of research and solitude shatters forever. Forced into a blood bond with Alpha Rowan—a man whose heart belongs to her sister—Isla becomes a pawn in ancient werewolf politics she never wanted to join.

But as hunters close in on their secret and forbidden feelings bloom in the shadows of duty, Isla must choose between the freedom she's always craved and a love that could either save or destroy them all.

When love is the most dangerous undercover operation of all...

FBI Special Agent Isabella Torres had one mission: infiltrate the Salvatore crime family and bring down Chicago's most powerful mafia boss. What she didn't plan on was falling in love with Vincent Salvatore—or carrying his child.

When a warehouse explosion steals eighteen months from Vincent's memory, Isabella faces an impossible choice. With the FBI demanding her evidence and rival crime families hunting her down, she makes a desperate gamble: hide in plain sight under Vincent's protection while he believes she's the pregnant wife of his enemy.

But Vincent's amnesia hasn't erased his protective instincts—or the inexplicable pull he feels toward the mysterious woman who claims to need his help. As Isabella weaves deeper into her web of lies, she discovers that the most dangerous thing about loving a mobster isn't his enemies...

It's when he remembers who you really are.

"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?