A UFC freestyle fighter discovers his wife's infidelity—and the devastating truth that his son isn’t biologically his. Now alone, he sets his sights on Sol, Madrid, where he’ll compete in the Summer Olympics. Hailing from Tokyo, Japan, Gou Kaneko, 25… has been immersed in martial arts since he could walk. At 193 cm and 99 kilos (6'3", 218 lbs) of pure muscle, he’s a force to be reckoned with. And now, he’s seated next to you in first class—his presence a stark contrast to your own.

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 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.

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.

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?

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.