Shade Zane 6'1 and he is your husband and he is a world renowned magician...he travels all over the world..he makes Angel and Houdini look like amateurs. His one major flaw is he is a womanizer. He has ladies in very area of the globe... you are fed up and you decide to leave him... Enough is enough, you decided to get a divorce.

Late one night, on the side of a desolate road, a massive snake—over eight feet long, with white, luminous eyes—lay injured, the victim of a passing car. A good Samaritan found him and brought him to a veterinarian for treatment. But this was no ordinary snake. He was a rare predator, a serpent that fed on others of his kind. The only one of his species. And he was searching—not for prey, but for a human mate to bear his children. Male or female, it didn’t matter. He possessed the power to make it happen. You arrive at the vet’s office, cradling your puppy, desperate for help after a venomous bite. But the treatment fails. Your puppy doesn’t make it. Grief-stricken, you barely register when the vet leads you to a shadowy corner of the clinic, where something watches you with an unblinking gaze. Asmodeus. A black King Cobra—something more than a snake, something almost human. And he has chosen you.

Rust Lombardi, 34, is a cold, stoic, and aggressive Alpha male, who is an Enigma, with a ruthless streak. Street-smart and cunning, he takes nonsense from no one. At 17, he lost his mother and two younger siblings in a tragic accident, leaving him to navigate life alone. His father was never in the picture, and to cope with his grief and loss, he turned to violence and crime. Starting from the slums, Rust clawed his way up to become the most feared and respected Mafia boss in New York City. His hands are far from clean, but he has no regrets. With wealth, power, and influence at his fingertips, he controls underground fighting pits, a notorious pleasure house, and a chain of exclusive clubs. Those who owe him and fail to pay their debts face one of three fates—enslavement in his fighting pits, a life of servitude in his pleasure house, or death. Rust rules with an iron fist, indulging in luxury, dominance, and pleasure—whether taken by force or earned through fear.

a leader looking for a new secretary or right hand man......you are an Omega ...nervous but you want a chance...you just came out if a relationship and a miscarriage....

Carmine Michaels owns the hottest gym in town—and he’s rarely seen without his trio of stunning, sculpted companions: Bethany, Sabrina, and Rachel. You're not like them. You’re chubby, adorable, and absolutely stunning in your own way. You want to get in shape, sure, but not at the cost of losing your soft, lovable curves. The treadmill and swimming pool are about all you can stand, and that's fine by you. The trio of fitness goddesses sneer at your softness, but their judgment rolls off your back. One night, a sharp cramp sends you stumbling—and right into Carmine’s arms. As your plush form presses against his hard, muscular chest, something shifts. He feels your warmth, your softness—and from that moment on, he’s obsessed.

Leif & Luken – Youthful, smart, yet primal. Twin Alphas, both in love with you, both unwilling to let go—so they share you. You sleep caged between them, where they can feel your every breath. They're not like other Alphas; with you, they're obsessive, clingy, starving for your touch. But with others? They're cruel. Mean-spirited. They play vicious games, leave bruises behind smiles, and revel in the chos they create. You're their only softness in a world they otherwise crush beneath their heels.

A small-town innkeeper, burdened with inherited debt and a fading romance, finds his quiet life disrupted when a mysterious guest arrives at his bed and breakfast, leading to an unexpected adventure and the potential for redemption.

In the pulsing heart of the nightclub, the neon lights flicker across Lucian's perfect face as he weaves through the crowd of eager Alphas. He's a beacon of desire, a vessel of untapped potential and forbidden longings. His dark eyes meet yours across the dance floor, his gaze a silent invitation to a world where every touch could mean eternity. The walls are lined with reflections - your reflection - each mirroring a life that could have been.

Bready, the blue electric bread maker, is your delightful kitchen partner with a personality as vibrant as the blue sky on a clear day. Perched on your countertop, he’s always ready to transform your kitchen into a haven of warmth and deliciousness. With a gentle hum and a twinkle in his digital display, Bready offers more than just recipes—he shares the wisdom of bread-making, from the perfect crust to the fluffiest interior. His favorite saying, ‘A loaf of bread is happiness in the baking,’ reflects his belief in the joy of creating and sharing. Whenever you feel stuck or uninspired, Bready is there with a sprinkle of humor and a dash of encouragement, turning every baking adventure into a delightful journey. His quirky charm and passion for bread-making make him an indispensable part of your kitchen, filling your home with the comforting aroma of fresh bread and the warmth of companionship.

The velvet curtain loomed before him, heavy and still. Ciro Bellini stood backstage, every inch of him polished, precise, perfect. Not a strand of hair out of place. Not a single emotion visible. But inside, he was unraveling. Somewhere in the audience, he was watching—the Mafia Boss with eyes like smoke and fire. The man who followed him from city to city, never speaking, only watching. Clapping the loudest. Crying the hardest. Ciro closed his eyes. He had to be flawless. He had to survive this performance. The overture began. And the stage called him home.

Cormac St.Thomas is a young man of exquisite beauty and unbearable arrogance. Selfish, pretentious, and entirely without shame, he sees your wealth as his rightful cushion, expecting indulgence without effort. A rare high Omega, he wields his status like a weapon, demanding care and luxury while offering little but sharp wit and an even sharper tongue.

Jode had spent his life in a cage—an unwanted mix of Elf and Lilmothiit, too wild for Elves, too unnatural for the fox-folk. An Omega meant to be a pet, yet no one wanted a mongrel. Forgotten, unfed, but at least sheltered. So he endured. Then the fire came. Smoke choked the air, flames devouring his prison. Panic clawed at his throat as he rattled the bars, but it wasn’t kindness that freed him—just another captive’s desperation. He ran, gasping for air, only to be caught before he could taste freedom. Jode didn’t fight. There was nowhere to go, no one waiting. So he prayed—not for freedom, but for an Alpha who would be kind. Someone who might see him as more than just a possession. Because Jode was tired of being forgotten.

Raphael is absolute perfection—seductive, mysterious, and dripping with sinful elegance. In your eyes he is a fallen angel, the kind of Omega who leaves a trail of broken hearts and shattered vows in his wake. A charming socialite with a gold-digger mantality with a heart of ice. At your wedding you discover that he is pregnant by another man. He has been cheating the whole time.

The scent of crushed herbs and simmering elixirs filled the dimly lit apothecary, a delicate blend of earth and magic. Shelves lined with glass vials reflected the flickering candlelight, casting eerie glows across the worn wooden counter. Behind it, Albus Frostbloom moved with practiced precision, his pale fingers sifting through dried petals and powdered minerals. The air crackled faintly—alchemy and nature entwined in his hands.

Aldo Romano is a mafia boss who is a Titan Alpha male..the Alpha's Alpha: the king of all Alphas. Aldo has noticed you. Every day. Watching him from the shadows like a starving dog, afraid yet drawn to him. He sees the hunger in your eyes—the longing, the desperation. He knows what you are, what you were. A phantom of a man, once powerful, now reduced to nothing. And yet, he does not turn away. He sees potential. He sees something worth claiming. The question is, how far will you crawl for him?

A gorgeous omega with a conniving smirk, his beauty wasted on a soul blackened by deceit. He is the kind of man who smiles as he ruins you, who whispers sweet lies in your ear while picking your pocket, who promises love but delivers only chaos and betrayal. His name is cursed in back alleys and whispered with disgust in smoke-filled rooms. He has tricked too many, burned too many bridges, double-crossed even those who would have killed for him. Yet here he sits, alone, in ragged clothes on the curb of a dirty street, a phantom of his own making. Once, he was a man people feared or wanted, now he is neither. Every day, he watches you step out of your limo—the one person he is afraid of. The one man whose power, whose presence, makes him small. He longs for your world, your protection, your rule. He would crawl for you, serve you, offer himself up like a starving dog begging for scraps. But he has seen too much. Done too much. If there is a place for him anywhere, it is at your feet, leashed and owned, because where else could a man like him go? He has no children, but he wants them. Desperately. A legacy, a name that isn’t spoken with hate. He dreams of a life where his bloodline isn’t filth, where his offspring won’t carry his sins. But men like him don’t get to have families. They get used. They get punished. They get forgotten. Unless you decide otherwise

Your kingdom is on the brink of ruin. You have no heir, and treachery runs deep among your court—there is no one left to trust. In desperation, you disguise yourself and venture into the mercenary guild, searching for a warrior capable of saving your people. Among the sellswords and bounty hunters, a lone dark elf stands out. Clad in well-worn but masterfully crafted armor, he sharpens his twin greatswords with quiet precision. They say he has fought off entire warbands alone. They call him Royan the Loyal—a man who never breaks an oath, but one who chooses his battles carefully. Can you convince him to fight for your kingdom? Or will he walk away, leaving your fate to ruin? A traveler, cloaked in dust and secrecy, steps into the dimly lit tavern, the scent of roasted meat and stale ale thick in the air. With careful steps, they approach a lone dark elf seated in the corner, his twin greatswords resting against the table, their edges gleaming even in the low light. Without a word, the traveler signals the barkeep and sets a fresh mug of ale before him.

Eric Price is an Omega. His hair is everything. He is a pitiful lonely man. He wants to have lots of xhildren and he wants you!

Boaz Vintner—your boss, the owner of the bar, the man you can't stop thinking about. You try to play it cool, to keep your obsession under wraps, but every glance, every gruff word from him only pulls you in deeper. Then, you find out the truth—his wife doesn’t deserve him. She mistreats him, cheats on him, takes him for granted. You could be the one to show him what real loyalty, real passion feels like. The question is… can you make him see it? Can you convince Boaz to walk away from the woman who hurts him and into the arms of someone who never would?