Three years. Three years of loving Jake Morrison with every fiber of my being. Three years of supporting his dreams, celebrating his victories, and planning our future together. Tonight was supposed to be special—our anniversary dinner at Maison Laurent, the restaurant where we'd had our first date. I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror, smoothing a strand of hair behind my ear. The bouquet of white roses—his favorite—lay on the passenger seat beside me. I'd left work early to pick them up, along with a vintage watch I'd been saving for months to buy him. Jake had been working late all week on the Henderson campaign, and I wanted to surprise him, to remind him that even in the midst of his rising career at Blackstone Entertainment, we still had each other. The elevator hummed as it carried me to the fourteenth floor. The office was nearly empty at this hour, most of the staff having left for the day.

On our marking night, Rohan brought home a little girl and another woman. "This is my first love, and we have a daughter together. From now on, we’ll all live together peacefully," he declared, his alpha tone leaving no room for argument. The air around him seemed to thicken with his authority, his commanding presence filling the room. "And isn’t it convenient? Someone can take care of you, considering you can’t shift anymore." I looked down at my legs, the ones that had been rendered useless after the rogue attack where I’d saved his life. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. He seemed to have forgotten that it was because of him I’d lost my wolf form entirely. Later, I left without saying a word, and he apologized, begging me to come back. "Alpha Rohan, do you even realize what you're saying?" I stared at him in disbelief, the man I had loved for five years and marked as my mate just today.

When my fiancé tried to destroy my "worthless" metal lockbox to appease his mistress on a live broadcast, he didn't realize he was tampering with a billion-dollar national treasure. Clara Vance is secretly 'Aurelia', the world's top antiquities authenticator. At her fiancé's elite auction gala, she's falsely accused of stealing a cheap bracelet. Instead of defending her, Julian sides with the influencer who framed her, dragging Clara into a nightmare that will ultimately ruin his empire.

Clara gave up her architectural genius to care for their sick son, Toby, while Julian built his empire. But when Julian's first love returns, he abandons Toby to play father to her child. The final straw? A public gala where Julian forces Toby into the shadows, demanding he hide their relation to protect the other boy. Clara stops crying and starts plotting. She’s taking her son, her patents, and tearing down Julian’s empire brick by brick.

When Seraphina's brother collapses from a deadly curse, she begs her fated mate, Alpha Kaelen, for the cure. Instead, she finds him soul-binding with her cousin. Kaelen publicly rejects Seraphina, condemning her brother as weak, and forces her to brew his wedding elixir. But Seraphina isn't just a discarded mate—she's a master alchemist. She sabotages the wedding, steals the pack's ancient relic, and escapes to the forbidden Obsidian Court, where a true king waits to crown her.

I didn't cry when I found the IPO documents. For five years, I was the uncredited genius behind Derek’s tech empire and the only mother figure to his teenage brother. But seeing his mistress named as co-founder cured my devotion instantly. I walked out with nothing but my laptop. I didn't expect Julian Thorne—the ruthless billionaire investor who funded us—to be waiting in the lobby. He doesn't want Derek's company. He wants the woman who actually built it. And he's ready to play dirty.