Strokes of Silence

Some cages are made of gold. Some scars never show on the skin. And some omegas learn to paint their freedom in the blood of the life they were forced to live.

For three years, Haru Mizushima was the perfect omega — silent, obedient, broken. Married off to Ren Ichijo, the heir of one of Tokyo's most powerful alpha families, Haru traded his art, his voice, and his body for survival. When Ren finally discards him like a used canvas, Haru is left with nothing but a box of old brushes, a shattered sense of self, and an apartment in the Minato district where the walls are thin enough to hear him cry.

His neighbor hears everything.

Kaito Kuroda is the kind of alpha mothers warn their children about — CEO by day, underworld king by night, a man who deals in blood and silence. He doesn't believe in love. He doesn't believe in fate. But the trembling omega next door, who flinches at footsteps and apologizes for breathing, awakens something in Kaito that no amount of power or control has ever touched.

When Ren discovers that Haru has fallen under the protection of the most dangerous man in Tokyo, obsession reignites. Ren doesn't want Haru back because he loves him — he wants him back because Haru was never supposed to survive without him. As the shadows of Haru's past close in, he must decide whether the alpha who kneels to wipe paint from his fingers is truly different from the one who used those same hands as a punching bag.

Reborn as the Scorned Heiress

She died in the Wild West. She woke up in someone else's body. And this time, she's not going down without a fight.

Cassidy Boone was a sharp-shooting, fast-talking outlaw in 1887 Arizona. When a bullet finally caught up with her, she figured that was the end. Instead, she opened her eyes in a hospital bed — in the twenty-first century, in a body that wasn't hers.

The body belonged to Emilia Montero.

Overweight. Despised. Mocked by society, betrayed by her husband, and systematically robbed of her family's fortune by the very people who were supposed to love her. Emilia had tried to end it all. But Cassidy isn't Emilia.

She's louder, fiercer, and she doesn't take kindly to being cheated.

With a dead woman's memories, a cowgirl's grit, and a fury that could set the boardroom on fire, she decides to burn down every lie that was built on Emilia's suffering — starting with her cheating husband Sebastian, his scheming lover Andrea, and the corporate vultures circling the Montero empire.

But nothing is simple when you're wearing another woman's skin. Especially not when the one man willing to stand beside her — the intense, infuriatingly noble Daniel — makes her feel things that a reborn outlaw definitely shouldn't be feeling.

And when the truth about Emilia's "suicide attempt" surfaces, the stakes become deadly.

I Had Triplets from the Alpha Who Hates Me: The Virgin Alpha Marked the Wrong Witch

Ellowen Volkov has always been the outcast of the Lunar Witches — small, red-haired, and cursed with winter magic her own family considers an embarrassment. When her grandmother announces that every heiress must become pregnant within three months to compete for the title of Suprema and a fortune worth billions, Ellowen's cruel cousins make one thing perfectly clear: no man would ever want her.

So she decides to cheat. One hired escort. One controlled night. One calculated plan to seize her destiny on her own terms.

The plan derails the moment she opens the wrong door.

The creature waiting in Suite 1207 isn't Viktor. He's six foot nine of purebred Alpha Lycan — red-haired, feral, and in the grip of a rut that hasn't broken in eighteen years. One breath of her scent, and everything he's been holding back detonates.

What was supposed to be a single night becomes five days of obsession. And when the Crimson Mark brands them both — an irreversible soul bond between species that have been enemies for a thousand years — Ellowen does the only thing she can.

She runs.

Six years later, she is the Suprema. Her three children carry a secret that could ignite a war between witches and Lycans. And the Alpha she abandoned — the one who has spent every night dreaming of her, who built bedrooms for children he's never met, who is wasting away from a bond she severed — has finally found her.

Dagon Drakhar doesn't want revenge. He wants what's his.

His mate. His pups. His Winter.

And he will burn down every wall she's built to get them back.