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The Debt Collectors Pawn

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Charlotte Harris thought it was hard to make it through military training because she was the only female wolf in her unit. She was wrong. On New Year's Eve, she stands at the Royal Winter Ball and watches General Marcus Steele, the man she's been seeing behind her back for months, tell the senator's daughter that he is going to marry her. When Charlotte confronts him, he rejects her openly in front of the entire military elite, calling her "a distraction I've already forgotten." The crowd laughs. The whispers start. Charlotte wants to hide. Then the doors burst open, and quiet falls like snow. Alpha King Daemon Blackwood walks into the hall, his dark eyes scanning the crowd until they land on her. In three strides, he's in front of Charlotte, and in a voice that makes the chandeliers shake, he declares: "This woman is my mate. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects me." Charlotte is shocked. She's never even met the King before tonight. Why would he take her? Why has he been watching her? And why does the General look frightened instead of just angry? As Charlotte is pulled into the dangerous world of the Royal Court, she learns nothing is what it seems. The General wasn't just using her for fun; he was using her as bait. Enemy spies have been hunting her for months because of something she knows, something she saw but didn't realize was important. And the King? He's been protecting her from the shadows, bound by ancient laws that prevented him from revealing himself until the exact right time. Now Charlotte must figure out who to trust, what secrets she's carrying, and whether the King's claim is real security or just another man using her as a pawn. Because the enemies hunting her won't stop, the conspiracy goes higher than anyone thought, and the truth about her own identity might be the most dangerous secret of all. This New Year's Eve, Charlotte will learn she's not the weak omega everyone thought she was. And the King isn't the cold, ruthless boss everyone fears. Together, they might just survive the night.
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[Updates resume March. Due to exams] [This book contains, explicit and mature scenes—no r*pe. Not advised for viewers under 18, protect thy purity] Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”
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