Author Deborah Benjamin

"I need a few signatures on these administrative filings, Barnabas," I said, my voice as smooth as the polished mahogany of his desk. He didn't even look up to read the text; he just signed his freedom away with a bold, aggressive flourish. He didn't realize that buried beneath the boring headers of pack asset management were three words that would end our world: Dissolution of Marriage. For eight years, Salome Stanley was the invisible engine behind the Richardson Pack’s billion-dollar empire, playing the role of the dutiful, quiet Luna while her husband, Alpha Barnabas, built a legacy on her brilliance. But loyalty has a price, and Salome paid it in the scent of cheap vanilla perfume clinging to Barnabas’s skin and the sight of his mistress, Portia Vane, lounging in their professional sanctuary. Betrayed by her fated mate and humiliated by a scheming mother-in-law who views her as a "nobody," Salome executes a cold, calculated exit strategy: a secret divorce and a $300 million settlement that the Richardsons will never see coming. But as she attempts to vanish into a new life at Moon-Glass Manor, the shadows of the past turn deadly. A brutal assassination attempt by those she once called family leaves her broken and sedated in a locked hotel room - until the "Ghost Alpha" of the Shawn Group intervenes. Jeremiah Shawn is ruthless, sovereign, and entirely untouchable. He doesn’t do favors, and he certainly doesn’t play hero. Yet, when he finds the shattered Luna, his wolf, Sovereign, lets out a low hum of recognition that changes everything. Now, under the protection of the most dangerous man in the region, Salome is no longer just a scorned wife - she is a queen reclaiming her crown. Barnabas wants her back, Portia wants her dead, and the pack wants her silence - but Salome is busy sitting at the head of the boardroom, and this time, she isn't playing for the pack; she's playing to win.

"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself." In the brutal hierarchy of the Blue Claw pack, Betty is a biological anomaly—the top warrior who cannot shift, a protector with no beast inside her. With her twentieth birthday ticking down to midnight, her own parents have consented to her public rejection and permanent exile as a rogue. She has exactly twenty-four hours of stolen freedom left before she is cast out into the wilderness to be hunted. But the northern forests don't just hold exile; they hold the Lycans—predatory kings ruling through iron claws, suffocating dominance, and a scent of burnt ozone and raw power. When Prince Adriel crosses the border, his crushing aura forces every alpha to their knees, yet it only makes the dormant royalty hidden beneath Betty's skin snap awake. She is the ultimate survivor, but matching the gaze of the Alpha of Alphas is a death sentence in itself. Desperate to escape her pack's death warrant, Betty entangles herself with the royal court, stumbling into a dangerous loophole: an artificial link forged by a high coven. This fake bond offers a transactional sanctuary—she gets a shield from her executioners, and the Lycan prince gets a chosen mate to claim before his kingdom. But this substitute union is a beautiful trap; a human or shiftless wolf taking a royal mark risks having the raw power burn her veins from the inside out. If Betty yields to the intoxicating heat of the prince who bought her safety, the psychological stakes are lethal. When a vengeful Madeline unleashes a silver blade and issues a challenge to the death, Betty's purple-eyed wolf suddenly seizes control and accepts...

"You are not my bride."Those four words, whispered with the sharp edge of a blade, shattered the silence of the ceremony hall and turned my entire existence into a death sentence. I was never meant to stand at the altar; I was just the omega shadow, the girl meant to stay hidden in the pantry while my beautiful sister claimed the glory. But when Simone vanished, my family didn't see a daughter - they saw a commodity, pushing me into the heavy white lace to satisfy a contract that promised blood if the Alpha of the Brown Reed pack was humiliated. I am Scout, the rejected girl with the broken mate bond, now tethered to a man who smells like cold pine and lethal, unforgiving power. Alpha Nixon is the kind of monster who builds kingdoms on iron and discipline, a recluse whose gaze makes my skin crawl and my heart stutter in equal measure. He expected a radiant trophy; he got a terrified substitute with a secret that could ignite a war between our packs. My stepmother has staged a performance of betrayal so convincing that the entire room - including the man I am now bound to - views me as a treacherous blight on their noble history. Every beat of this forced connection feels like a chain tightening around my throat, drawing me into a world where I am neither wanted nor safe. If I reveal the truth, my father will be executed; if I stay, I am trapped in a marriage built on a lie with a man who learns to hate me more with every passing second. I am drowning in a life that was never mine, clinging to the hope that I am more than just a proxy in his high-stakes game. How long can I hide the truth behind this veil before the Alpha decides that a broken bride is better off buried?