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Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract

Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract

For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises. Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body. Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union." Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family." Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless. But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place. Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms. When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route. What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected. He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years. And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
Unwanted By The Alpha: His Hidden Genius Mate

Unwanted By The Alpha: His Hidden Genius Mate

Today was my thirtieth birthday. I left work early, secretly hoping my husband, Braxton, would finally remember and celebrate with me. But when I unlocked the door, the house was dark and silent. Through the terrace window, I saw him and our five-year-old daughter, Bonnie, sitting happily on a picnic blanket. Sitting across from them was Danika, holding the exact chocolate lavender cake I had wanted. "Make a wish, Auntie Danika! Daddy said all your wishes will come true!" Bonnie cheered. Braxton looked at Danika with a profound tenderness he had never, not once, shown me. My hands went numb, and my water glass slipped, shattering loudly on the marble floor. The laughter outside stopped. Braxton stepped inside, frowned at the broken glass, and pulled out his phone. "Mrs. Sullivan, there's a mess in the living room. Have it cleaned up tomorrow." He didn't call my name. He didn't even consider that his wife might be home. He just walked back out to his perfect family. Standing in the shadows, I realized I was just a ghost in my own house. My husband didn't love me, and my daughter wished another woman was her mother. The last flicker of hope in my heart completely died. I didn't scream or cry. I packed a single suitcase, signed a divorce agreement waiving all assets and custody, and walked out to build my own tech empire. They wanted a life without me. I was going to give it to them.
Sold To The Monster: The Wolfless Bride

Sold To The Monster: The Wolfless Bride

I was born a "wolfless" outcast in my own pack, treated worse than a stray dog while my younger sister Bristol was worshipped as the golden child. To secure a political alliance, my father, the Alpha, decided to substitute me for Bristol and sell me to Kaleb Caldwell—a crippled, monstrous Alpha rumored to tear his brides apart. When I showed fear, my brother beat me until my ribs cracked, while my parents watched with cold indifference, calling me a useless commodity. On the morning of my wedding, my mother handed me a cheap cotton shroud instead of a gown. And my sweet, perfect sister publicly gifted me an ornate box filled with moldy, filthy rags to humiliate me one last time. "Sister, I thought you were always so sentimental about your old things," she mocked, playing the victim as my brothers defended her cruelty. For twenty years, I took their punishments and loved a family that secretly rejoiced in my misery. They wanted me to die a broken, fearful substitute in a monster's den. But as I looked at their sneering faces, the terror inside me finally burned away into pure, cold rage. I didn't cry or beg anymore. Instead, I blackmailed my father for twenty percent of the pack's wealth and forced him to sign a blood oath severing our ties forever. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but with the secret healing power newly awakened in my blood, I was going to tame their monster and become his only salvation.
Forsaken By The Pack, Destined For The Lycan King

Forsaken By The Pack, Destined For The Lycan King

I was born to be Alpha Damien Carlisle's fated Luna. Instead, I lived like a stray dog in his pack. For one year, I watched everyone worship Lilith Vance, his fragile first love, while they mocked me as the barren mate he was too ashamed to mark. Then I learned the truth. His mother had been forcing brutal fertility herbs into my body. His sister threw an illegal sterility poison at me. And Damien, my own mate, had been secretly lacing my food with wolfsbane contraceptives for months. When I confronted him, he did not deny it. "I couldn't let you get pregnant," he said coldly. "If Lilith found out you were carrying my heir, the shock might kill her." I finally understood. I was never his Luna. I was his bloodline. His legal womb. His family's insurance policy. The moment Lilith coughed up blood, Damien abandoned me without looking back. So I ran to the capital and begged the Alpha King to grant me a formal Rejection. He threw my petition away unread. My mate had poisoned me. My pack had betrayed me. And the King himself refused to free me. Fine. If the law would not save me, I would save myself. In my past life, I had been a healer no one believed until it was too late. This time, I remembered everything. In seven days, at the Royal Hunt, the Alpha King would drink a silver poison designed to kill even a Lycan. No royal healer would be able to save him. But I would. I packed my surgical kit, disappeared into the city slums, and prepared the only cure in the kingdom. When the King lay dying, he would finally listen. And the price of his life would be simple. My freedom.
Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Today was supposed to be the day I bonded with Donn Carlisle, the heir of the Silver Moon Pack. For a Wolfless girl like me, it was supposed to be salvation. A name. A place. A future no one could take away. Then, minutes before the ceremony, I heard my stepsister giggle behind the altar. I found Donn with Brianda pressed against the ancient oak table where our vows were meant to be sealed. Her dress was hiked to her waist. His hands were on her body. And when Brianda saw me, she smiled, placed a hand on her swollen belly, and let me understand exactly how long they had been betraying me. Donn did not beg. He did not even look ashamed. He only adjusted his clothes and sneered, “You’re Wolfless. You can’t complete a true bonding anyway. This was only ever a formality.” So I burned the ceremonial veil. When the whole pack rushed in, I expected outrage. Instead, Donn’s mother blamed me for failing to keep my own man. Brianda sobbed that they were fated mates. My own family looked ready to drag me home and bury the scandal before it stained their precious golden daughter. They thought I would cry. They thought I would disappear. They forgot that a cornered woman has nothing left to lose. That night, I walked into the empty chambers of Ansel Carlisle, the legendary Alpha everyone believed dead. I took his silver-pommeled dagger, entered the family council, and cut open my palm before them all. “I pledge myself to the true Alpha,” I said. If they wanted to make me a discarded bride, I would make myself untouchable. I bound myself to a dead man and became Ansel Carlisle’s widow. Only Ansel was not dead. He came back from the northern border broken, unconscious, and trapped in a soul coma no healer could cure. The family called it a miracle. I called it a disaster. Because now I am not the widow of a fallen hero. I am the Luna of a living Alpha. And according to the healers, I may be the only one who can wake his wolf.
Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

I woke up in a psychiatric ward, my wrists tightly strapped to a cold hospital bed. My Alpha mate, Darius, had put me there, telling the doctors I was emotionally unstable just because I couldn't handle his "friendship" with a widowed wolf named Geneva. The truth was, he was cheating on me. In my last life, I didn't realize it. I just cried and begged, fighting desperately for our fated mate bond. But my reward for being a devoted Luna was being locked away and gaslit. When a roaring fire eventually consumed our home, Darius and Geneva walked away without a single glance back, leaving me trapped under burning wooden beams to die in absolute agony. I remembered the searing heat, the smell of my own burning flesh, and his cold disappointment as I reached out for help. Why did I ever believe a mate bond meant he would protect me? Why did I let him strip away my dignity? Opening my eyes again to the smell of stale coffee and antiseptic, the desperate love I once felt for him was completely gone, replaced by ice in my veins. I got a clean psychiatric evaluation, walked straight up to my "perfect" Alpha in front of his mistress, and shattered his illusion of control. "Let's get a divorce. I want three thousand dollars in severance." This time, I'm not playing the tragic, abandoned mate. I am taking my life back.