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The Alpha's Forsaken Mate

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 
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These Babies Are Not Yours, Alpha Axton

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] Male Lead is more than morally grey, twisted, obsessive and possessive. Female Lead, tough, thinks on her feet, can stand up for herself, but still damsel in distress. Enemies to Lovers. Smut? Well, male lead is OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE! Endeavor to read all free chapters before you label it boring! ……… In Cinder Pack, one of the powerful seven packs, abandoned children on the streets are considered less than the pets owned by many households. They live from hand-to-mouth, covered in dirt and used however those from better families deem fit all their life. As a result, many of them die from starvation at a very young age and those with good-looking appearances sell themselves off to better families as slaves in order to live. While a select few resort to stealing food and taking the crumbs that fall off the table of those of noble birth. This is the case for Aurelia Night and her childhood best friend, Lydia Hayes. But on a night she went to find them dinner, she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t have and becomes a target for a ruthless and dangerous Councilam. Left with no choice, she runs into the room of a stranger to hide. A stranger who claimed her as his mate. But being wolfless, she has no idea what this means and just goes along with him since he was a noble man. But as she returns to her friend the next morning, Aurelia finds out Lydia had sold her out to the Councilman in return for a better life. Now seven years later, with no memory of who she is, she unknowingly crosses path again with the stranger from that night. “Mate!” The Alpha suddenly stopped in the middle of his hunt as his nose caught a familiar scent. Well hidden in a spot, two boys snicker amongst themselves as they watched the Alpha look around in confusion. “Is that the Alpha? Doesn’t look like one to me.” “He keeps coming after our pack and mommy. What do we do?” “I have an idea!” Three hours later when the Alpha returned from his walk, he was greeted by the news of his twin sons coming to his abode. What? Twin sons? When he finally accepted the news, the woman they called mommy tried to leave. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not getting married to you because I want to. I’m getting married to you because my sons need their mother.” Aurelia: “…” When she finally found her voice, she snapped at him. “What are you talking about? Who said they are your sons?” The man pretended to calculate with his fingers before nodding his head a little. “The date we slept together match their date of birth and they look a lot like me. Who can deny such paternity!” Unknown to him, her reappearance in the pack was of no other reason, than to take his life.
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Chronicles of the forgotten

In the forgotten town of Black Hollow, a cursed bookstore holds a secret that defies reality. When Mara and Eli stumble upon its hidden library, they discover that the books within don’t just tell stories—they hold lives. Some books are pristine, their pages filled with vibrant memories. Others are crumbling, their stories fading into nothingness. And some are blank, their owners erased from existence. But the library is no sanctuary. It’s a prison, guarded by the Watcher, a shadowy entity that manipulates the threads of reality. As Mara and Eli delve deeper, they uncover a chilling truth: the library is rewriting history, erasing lives, and trapping souls. Mara gains the ability to read hidden truths, while Eli can restore lost books—but each use comes at a cost. As they unravel the mystery, they realize their own pasts are entwined with the library’s dark purpose. A book with Mara’s name holds the key to her forgotten memories, while Eli’s book reveals a truth he’s desperate to escape. But the Watcher is always watching, and its price for freedom is steep: their souls. In a race against time, Mara and Eli must decide whether to rewrite the past and risk the future, or let the Watcher reshape the world as it sees fit. But in a place where every choice erases someone, can they save themselves without losing each other? *The Library of Lost Souls* is a haunting tale of memory, identity, and the cost of uncovering the truth, perfect for fans of *The Ten Thousand Doors of January* and *The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue*.
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