Jennifer Nwabueze

"My king…” I said in a low, needy voice, I didn't know, belonged to me.

“Stay right there. Bended that well.” He growled and he took a deep breath. As if inhaling my scent in.

I froze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My face flushed with embarrassment, my body betraying me in ways I couldn’t explain.

“I can smell you,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Before I could react, his hand moved, brushing against my thigh, then slipping under the fabric of my dress.


Ava’s life has been nothing but misery since the day she turned eighteen and discovered she had no wolf. She’s been rejected by her mate, Landon, who chose her cruel older sister, Helena, instead. Betrayed by her family, abused by her pack, and treated as nothing more than a burden, Ava feels trapped in a nightmare she can’t escape.

But when her jealous sister Helena takes things too far and ends Ava’s life, fate gives her a second chance. Ava is reborn three years earlier, right before her life fell apart. Now, she seeks refuge from the only man that could help her; Raphael Axel. The Lycan king.

Warning, warning Dear readers!!!! This fiction is solely for people 18+, and above. There is going to be slavery and captivity. It's an Enemy to Lovers series. If you like such, then this is for you.

Teaser: " You will warm my bed," Ragel growled. The little woman pinned under him glares at him with venom and hatred.

" I will do no such thing."

"Oh, you will, little wolf. You will warm my bed and wrap your plump little mouth around my cock."


I, Lyra Ellis, reject you, Alpha Lewis Jake, as my mate.

It was a fated bond. One, everyone in Stone Pack was envious of. Lyra Ellis felt like the most precious woman to exist. Again, life isn't always going to go the way we want. Lyra learned the hard way.

Lyra walked upon Alpha Lewis, her husband and fated mate banging her sister. The same sister he hated with passion and would make cry. Not only has Lewis been banging her sister, but he has also impregnated her. To cover their shame and secrets, Lewis and Allora plotted together to end the life of Lyra.

Lyra is sold and sent to the underworld, where she meets Ragel Marcel Angilioleteo.

"Do you understand, Raven? You are mine, and mine alone."

His possessive growl sends shivers down my spine as his fingers work the laces of my nightgown. When the fabric falls away, his darkened eyes devour every inch of me.

"Say my name again."

"Liam," I breathe, and he rewards me with his mouth on my skin, my throat, my collarbone, lower still until his tongue circles my nipples and I'm crying out, fingers tangled in his hair.

"Don't close your mouth, little Swan. Scream if you must."

His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my nightgown to my waist. When his fingers finally reach my leaking center, the pleasure is so intense I can barely think.

"Please," I beg, not even knowing what I'm asking for.




I was never meant to wear a crown. I was a maid. A servant forced to bow and bleed at the whim of the Royals.

The king of Belgravia demanded peace, and so his daughter was promised to the enemy king.

Only…it wasn’t the princess who entered that carriage. It was me.

Now, I wear her Identity. I bear a royal name.
And I am bound to Liam, the ruthless rebel-king, whispered to be a monster who kills without mercy.

Liam looks at me with suspicion, yet shields me with a fierceness I have never experienced from anyone. He calls me his wife, but I call myself a liar.

For if he ever discovers the truth—that I am no princess but a servant in disguise—my head will roll before the throne.