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The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.
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Sold to the Dark Wing

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?
mata0eve · 141.9k Views
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The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World

Elias Kane is the undisputed top operative of the Trash Trope Intervention Division, a covert agency that exists to dismantle the most outrageously toxic, over-the-top romance plots by seducing and systematically dismantling the worst offenders. He's left a trail of broken egos so long that the list of women he's ruined could wrap around a luxury skyscraper. Retirement was finally within reach—one last mission to close out his legendary career. Then the division decided his finale deserved "nightmare difficulty." This world is a glittering matriarchy where women command absolute power: they own the corporations, dictate the laws, and treat breathtakingly beautiful young men as prized possessions—sponsored, displayed, traded, and discarded when the novelty fades. Every target Elias faces here is a virtuoso of manipulation, capable of switching from velvet tenderness to razor cruelty in the blink of an eye. The flip risk is catastrophic. One wrong move and he's not just out—he's obliterated. Elias stared at the mission brief for a long moment. Then he shrugged. Fine. If they're raising the stakes, he'll raise them higher. He's going to make every last queen crawl before he's done collecting his pension. So tell me, sweetheart— Are you willing to be my good little dog? You only get to answer "Yes" or "Woof." Good Dogs don't say "No." Extra Tags: Matriarchal World, Absued Main Character, Cold Main Character, Physically Weak Main character, etc.
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The Saint's Son Only Performs Miracles After Breakfast

Lucien Ashveil woke up as the youngest son of a provincial Saint in a world where miracles were real, monsters roamed beyond the walls, and the Goddess apparently had opinions about breakfast prayers. His father could heal mortal wounds with a touch. His mother could ward an entire house before her morning tea. His older sister was a holy sword prodigy who expressed affection through headlocks. His older brother was supposed to inherit the parish but kept sneaking off to read merchant ledgers. And Lucien? Lucien just wanted to live a quiet, comfortable, well-fed life. Too bad he brought memories of a world called "Earth" with him -- a world without magic, but with something called "science" that made the impossible suddenly feel... logical. Holy healing is just accelerated cell regeneration? Blessing wards operate on frequency resonance? Mana circulation follows thermodynamic principles? It started small. Tweaking household wards to save on mana crystals. Suggesting a stance correction that made his sister's swordplay sharper. Brewing a tea that cured the baker's chronic back pain. Small miracles. Daily miracles. The kind nobody writes legends about. But in a world where the Holy Empire watches everything, where ancient beasts stir beneath the earth, and where a quiet boy with blue eyes keeps doing things that shouldn't be possible— Staying quiet is its own kind of miracle. Daily life in another world. Warm meals, warm magic, and the slow, dangerous realization that understanding how miracles work might be the most heretical thing of all.
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