The Love I Don't Deserve

Three years ago, Phoenix—the legendary Rose Knight—was betrayed, stripped of her wolf, and left for dead by her closest friend, Simone. Now, she is a scarred, wolfless rogue scavenging for scraps on the borders of her former home. But when she slips back into Silverfang territory, she finds her mate, Alpha Nathaniel Bishop, preparing to make her betrayer his Luna. Nathaniel doesn't recognize the broken woman in the shadows, but his wolf frantically claws at the bond they once shared. As Phoenix uncovers the trophies of Simone's lies, she must decide: will she remain a ghost, or will she reclaim her stolen life and make them pay?

After escaping a traumatic household, Aurora Anderson and her mother find sanctuary within the Silver Brooke Pack. When her mother marries Alpha Matthew Reynolds, Aurora must navigate a tense new life with four hostile yet attractive stepbrothers. Upon turning eighteen, she discovers a shocking destiny: she is mated to all four siblings. Fearing this revelation will destroy her mother’s newfound peace, Aurora flees. She must now face hidden secrets and a looming past to find her true happy ending.

One Night. One Mistake. One Deal That Changes Everything. Sienna thought her four-year anniversary dinner would end with a ring, not a breakup. Shattered and drowning in heartbreak, one reckless night leads her into the arms of a sinfully attractive stranger. But when morning comes, reality hits hard, and she flees without a trace. Back home, her life is anything but stable. A wicked adoptive mother, a spiteful sister, and looming medical bills for the only father figure she's ever known weigh heavily on her shoulders. Just when she thinks things can't get worse, she meets her new boss at Weston Corp-Lucas Jones. The same tattooed stranger from that unforgettable night. Lucas, bruised by her disappearance, wastes no time making her squirm. Then he offers a shocking deal: pretend to be his fiancée for six months and he will pay off her father's hospital bills in full. Now Sienna must survive working under the gaze of her arrogant, dangerously charming boss while keeping their past, and their growing chemistry, a secret. But enemies lurk in the shadows, and secrets from the past begin to unravel. What will happen when Sienna discovers that her tangled fate with Lucas isn't a coincidence but destiny? A sizzling enemies-to-lovers romance filled with secrets, revenge, and a love that might just rewrite the past.

Sarah Kate Wright, the beautiful heiress of Wright Diamond Corporation, once let the devoted Carlos Ronaldo slip away. After nine years, Carlos returns to Braeton City as a world-famous billionaire athlete nicknamed The Devil. While he was once invisible to her, Kate has spent his absence realizing he was all she ever wanted. Now face to face, they must confront the pain of his silent departure and the shifting power dynamics of their rekindled connection in this modern romance.

Facing a terminal diagnosis, a woman unexpectedly crosses paths with her billionaire ex-husband and his pregnant new wife. He remains bitter, believing she abandoned him during his battle with leukemia, and even tells her she does not deserve to live when she requests financial help. However, he remains oblivious to the ultimate sacrifice she made years ago. As the sole bone marrow match that saved his life, she gave everything to ensure his survival before walking away in silence.

I’m a top surgeon at Mount Sinai, but at 432 Park Avenue, I’m just the invisible "placeholder wife" of Fletcher Montgomery. After three months of silence, I didn’t hear from my husband; I found out he was back in New York via a news alert tracking his private jet. When he finally walked into our penthouse, he didn't bring a greeting—he brought the scent of another woman’s perfume and a heart full of ice. He looked at me with pure revulsion, telling me he was "tired of looking at mistakes" before slamming the bedroom door in my face. The humiliation escalated the next morning when his mother cornered me with a divorce agreement, calling our seven-year marriage a "charity project" that had run its course. She reminded me I was a "peasant" who owed the Montgomerys for saving my reputation, even as I spent my days saving lives in the OR. At a family dinner on Long Island, Fletcher turned our private struggle into a public execution. In front of his entire elite clan, he sneered that I should stop fixing other people’s hearts and figure out why my own womb was a "wasteland." When I tried to defend myself, he dragged me into his car, only to kick me out on a dark, rain-slicked street in Queens. I stood there shivering in a thin blouse, without a phone or shoes, watching his taillights disappear while a group of men whistled at me from the shadows. I couldn't understand how seven years of devotion ended with me barefoot in the mud, or why the man I once loved now treated me like a stray he regretted picking up. The injustice burned hotter than the freezing rain, fueling a cold, surgical rage I hadn't felt in years. I eventually made it back to the penthouse, but I wasn't the submissive wife anymore. I rescued my cat from the freezing terrace, fired the malicious house manager, and deadbolted the master suite from the inside. When Fletcher’s assistant called, I gave him a simple message: "Tell him the locks have changed, and the war has officially begun."