Cunning Sweetie: Love Is Poison

I drained my savings and gave up my college education to support my biker boyfriend for three years. But the moment he finally got patched into the Sterling Knights MC, he brought the club president's daughter to my bar. He slid a wad of cash across the sticky counter, telling me to take it and call it even. "Kalia, we're not here to fight. Devin just wants to do the right thing," she sneered, flashing her gaudy engagement ring. Devin watched me with cold impatience, letting his new fiancée and her ruthless bodyguard humiliate me in front of his brothers. They thought I was just a naive, submissive barmaid they could easily step on and discard. A thousand dollars to erase my life's savings, the massive debts I took from loan sharks for his legal fees, and the child I got rid of for him? Did they really think they could destroy my life and walk away completely unscathed? I didn't touch his pathetic cash. Instead, I dragged her secret lover into the bar, publicly destroyed their sham of an engagement, and forced him to pay back every single cent of the $31,060 he owed me. Because what these arrogant bikers didn't know was that I'm not some helpless nobody. I am the lost princess of the legendary Serpents of Chaos MC, and with this money, I am finally going home.

I had been funding a poor college girl with my own savings, thinking I was changing her life. Until I found a hidden photo on my husband's phone. The girl I sponsored was nestled in his arms in our private rose garden, wearing the graduation necklace I gave her. While my mother-in-law humiliated me daily for being a wolfless Omega who couldn't produce a pack heir, Danny played the devoted Alpha. But behind my back, he was comforting his mistress. He even tricked me into visiting the maternity ward for a "health check," only to parade me in front of her swollen belly. She was sixteen weeks pregnant, calling me to brag that she was carrying his son and demanding I give up my title as Luna. When I publicly exposed his affair, Danny threw her to the wolves to save his own reputation. He held me tight, shedding fake tears. "Give me one more chance, Cara. Let's start over." I watched his flawless performance, feeling absolutely nothing as he immediately answered her secret call the second my back was turned. Did he really think I was just a naive, barren wife who would swallow this ultimate betrayal? I smiled softly and told him I trusted him. Then I walked away, sent the ultrasound evidence to my lawyer, and logged into the Lycan Legacy Council's website. I clicked the blood-red button for the Rejection Protocol. In exactly one month, the Luna of Silver Creek would cease to exist.

Five years ago, Avery Knox was framed for manslaughter, betrayed by her powerful family, and disowned. Now, she was a lethal black-ops commander known as "Wraith," operating deep in the shadows. Her cold, disciplined world shattered when her emergency sat-phone rang for the first time in five years. Her ten-year-old brother, Ethan, had been kidnapped by a ruthless trafficking syndicate. Avery hijacked a military transport, slaughtered the traffickers in the jungle, and brought her terrified brother back to their hometown. But the nightmare hadn't ended. The moment she stepped into her childhood home, she found her cousin Jared—the very man who had helped send her to prison—pinning her mother to the couch, tearing at her clothes. He was trying to force her mother to sign away the remains of their family company. When Jared saw Avery, he wasn't afraid. "You're a convicted felon. Who the hell let you back here?" He threatened to tell the police she had kidnapped Ethan, and then lunged forward, trying to snap the little boy's neck right in front of her. Avery looked at the cousin who had traded her freedom for his reputation. She had spent five years surviving in hell, losing everything, while they lived in luxury. How could their greed and cruelty still know no bounds? The last shred of the helpless girl they once knew died completely. Avery stepped forward and methodically shattered Jared's wrists and kneecaps, listening to his agonizing screams. Then, she pulled out her encrypted phone and sent a single message to her strike team. She wasn't just going to protect her family; she was going to wipe the entire Knox empire off the map.

I loved Julian Falcone for eighteen years. He was the future Don of the Cosa Nostra—ruthless, calculating, and the only man who could dismantle an entire cartel with a single phone call. I was the daughter of his family's Consigliere, raised in his shadow, molded into the perfect mafia princess. When his mother announced our betrothal at a syndicate dinner, I held my breath and looked across the table at him. Julian turned his head. The look he fixed on me was one of profound, physical revulsion. He dragged me to a club that night—not for a dinner, but to use me as a human shield against his mother's surveillance. He ignored me for hours while his crew laughed and drank. He gave my most treasured possession to another woman. He left me standing alone on a curb after his convoy drove away without me. And on a mountain retreat, hidden behind the pines, I heard him tell his crew he was relieved to finally be rid of me. So I took a pen to my university applications. I scored out the life I'd planned around him until the paper tore beneath the pressure. I secretly enrolled at a local college—somewhere he would never set foot. Three years later, I had built a fortress around my broken heart. A new life. A new name in circles he didn't control. Then I discovered the truth. Julian Falcone never went to his prestigious university. He spent thirty-six months at the exact campus I had abandoned—waiting for a ghost. And now he's found me. ---

Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden. When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her. "She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin. Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall. Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive. Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open. An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter. "Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place." Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty.

"Ah... Dan... right there..." "Laura, you're so much tighter than she is. That wolfless reject is just a boring log in bed. Once I find my true mate, I'll kick her out." On our second engagement anniversary, I came home early with a gift, only to hear my fiancé saying those exact words to my own cousin-while writhing naked on my bed. I worked myself to the bone, ate instant noodles for a month to buy him armor, and to him, I was nothing but a free maid and a disposable ATM! With my heart turned to ash, I smashed the bedroom, walked out into the night, and knocked on the door of the most ruthless tyrant in the city: my boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Driven by a desperate need to obliterate my pathetic past, I surrendered to the apex predator. Fueled by whiskey, I even wrote him a note, authorizing him to possess me however he wanted. I thought it was just a reckless, one-night mistake. Until the next morning, when pure terror struck me-the cold-blooded tyrant hadn't pulled out! As a wolfless Omega at the bottom of the hierarchy, carrying an Alpha's child without a mark was an absolute death sentence. Terrified, I tried to draw the line, even offering my resignation to escape him. But instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha caged me against the wall, his stormy eyes burning with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the exact note I had signed in my drunken haze and growled, "Did that statement have an expiration date, little wolf? You gave me this power... and don't you dare pretend you can take it back now."