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Everyone called Leslie a spoiled beauty - just a pretty face with a bad attitude. But when she died saving the man she was forced to marry, the truth shattered everything. Now reborn years before her downfall, she's not here to play nice. She's here to flip the game. Armed with secret identities, a lethal skill set, and a no-mercy rulebook, she's back to protect the one man who once died for her: Broderick, the cold, powerful CEO known as Windmere's mad dog. She thought he was a monster. He thought she was a brat. What no one expected-was how quickly they'd fall. She's sweet at home, savage in the streets. And anyone who dares touch her man? Let's just say... she's not the one who needs protection anymore.

When her half-sister stole her fiancé, scarred her face, and threw her from a skyscraper, Amelia thought it was the end—until fate gave her a second chance. Reborn with bitter clarity, she vowed not to repeat the same mistakes. In her past life, she had been kind to a fault; now, she would wear a mask of innocence to outmaneuver every snake in the grass. One by one, she tore down their schemes—leaving her treacherous sister begging, her stepmother pleading, her worthless father groveling, and her ex-fiancé crawling back. Her response was a cold smirk and two words: “Get lost.” But the one thing she never anticipated was crossing paths with Damien Taylor—the most powerful and untouchable man in the capital—on the very first day of her new life. They said he was ruthless, ice-cold, immune to any woman’s charm. Amelia believed it… until she learned the truth: the man was dangerously cunning. “Miss Johnson, I saved you. How about dinner?” “Miss Johnson, I helped you. Don’t you owe me a favor?” Backed against the wall, Amelia felt his low voice vibrate through her: “You owe me too much, Amelia. It’s time to pay up—starting with you.” Only much later would she realize… she’d been owing him all along.

Eleanor believed Carl, Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, was her forever—until she's falsely accused of plagiarism at the design finals by his first love, Katherine. Carl chooses Katherine without hesitation, throwing Eleanor aside and allowing his ex to destroy her. After demanding a divorce, Eleanor is left with nothing but debt and despair—until she rescues an injured, amnesiac werewolf named Martin. Everything changes when this mysterious stranger enters her life. Ethan Lawrence, heir to the Ashclaw Pack, lost everything after a brutal attack—until Eleanor saved his life. Living as "Martin," he fell for the woman who gave him a home despite having nothing. When his memory returns, Ethan reveals his true identity and systematically destroys everyone who hurt her. But as Carl realizes what he's lost and a mysterious Alpha from the Obsidianfang Pack circles closer, Ethan must prove he's not just Eleanor's savior—he's the mate she deserves. Can a broken Luna learn to trust again, or will the Alphas surrounding her destroy the fragile life she's rebuilding?

I was once the cherished princess of the strongest pack, until I lost everything in a single night. My mate, Damon Gray, the Alpha heir of the Bloodmoon Pack, claimed both me and what remained of my pack. For years I endured their cruelty in silence: scrubbing floors, washing clothes, cooking meals, and serving as his mother's personal punching bag whenever she was in a foul mood. All because I'm an Omega... and I failed to give him an heir. On our third wedding anniversary, I finally worked up the courage to tell my husband how I truly felt. The moment I opened the door, my world collapsed. There he was, my powerful Alpha husband, fucking my personal maid, my best friend. I rejected him. But a dominant Alpha like Damon doesn't accept rejection. It was already too late. When I stood before him bearing his best brother's mark, he completely fell apart. "Your tears mean nothing, Damon. It's time to move on." I threw the exact words he once said to me right back in his face. Then Ronan Thorne, the Alpha of the most powerful pack, stepped forward, pulled me into his arms, and carried me to his bed. "I need to punish you," he growled, voice low and dangerous. "You stared at another man for three whole seconds." Before I could respond, he spread my legs, buried his head between them, and the room burned with heat. Now my ex-husband is desperately trying to win me back, while this ruthless Alpha tightens his possessive grip. And the buried truth behind my pack's destruction is finally rising to the surface. What choice will Aria make?