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Reborn To Reclaim The Alpha Crown

Reborn To Reclaim The Alpha Crown

At her 19th birthday, Lyra Ashthorne was crowned as the Alpha of Silvercrest, the wealthiest and most powerful pack in the empire. However, immediately after her coronation, rogues abduct her, and three days later, she is killed. As she is about to die, Lyra glimpses what will killed her. It's the silver dagger she personally gave to the man she loved, her faithful knight Kael Draven. Lyra dies in hatred and regret that the one person she could ever trust with her heart, betrayed her. However, she is given one more opportunity by fate. On the morning of her 19th birthday, she awakens with all of her memories of her former life intact. This time, she isn't going to be the victim. Lyra is determined to find out the truth and alters the choices that led her to death in the past. As she secretly observes those around her, she is only getting more questions than answers. The knight who she thinks killed her is risking his life to protect her, and the uncle who fought for her right to rule seems to be harboring sinister secrets. As Lyra finds herself surrounded by familiar faces and faces her enemies anew, she must question who she can trust before history repeats itself. But betrayal, lies, and political intrigue are threatening to bring down the entire family she has created, and Lyra will do everything in her power to reclaim the throne that was stolen from her.
The Rejected Omega Is Actually The Lycan Princess

The Rejected Omega Is Actually The Lycan Princess

For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter. It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown. He failed spectacularly tonight. His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush. The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver. My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal. I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her. When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver. But he didn't help me. He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors. "Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission. "On your knees. Now." The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her. My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break. I looked straight into the camera lens. "No," I whispered. I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years. "Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard." Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress. He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.
My Reborn Husband Didn't Choose Me? I Flash Married a Firefighter!

My Reborn Husband Didn't Choose Me? I Flash Married a Firefighter!

For seven years, I drank the bitter tonic my fiancé, Alpha Adrian, gave me, believing it would cure my "wolfless" defect. I was wrong. It was poison. He wasn't trying to heal me; he was keeping me weak so he could replace me with my foster sister, Ariel. When the fire consumed the Alpha's Wing, I was trapped under a burning beam, my legs crushed. Adrian kicked down the door. I reached out to him, screaming for help. But he didn't look at me. He looked at Ariel, who was lying on the floor in a silk nightgown. He scooped her up, cradling her like she was the only thing that mattered. I begged him not to leave me. Instead of helping, he used his Alpha Command on me, his voice booming with supernatural weight. "Stay put! I'll be back for you!" It was a lie. He used his power to freeze me in the inferno and left me to burn alive. I survived, only to watch him publicly reject me for her the next day, with my own father's blessing. They called me a "genetic dead end." They thought I would crawl away and die in shame. I didn't. I limped up the mountain to the Neutral Lands to find the one man everyone fears-the exiled Alpha, Garth Morgan. "I have the Gamma Bloodline Scroll," I told the massive figure emerging from the shadows. "I don't want your gratitude," Garth growled, his eyes like storm clouds. "I'm not here for gratitude," I replied, staring him down. "I'm here to make a deal with the devil."
Unwanted by Him, Chosen by the Stronger Alpha

Unwanted by Him, Chosen by the Stronger Alpha

I was the Pack’s shame, a twenty-year-old "Runt" who had never shifted. Yet, I clung to the desperate hope that Alpha Marcus, the man I had loved my entire life, would finally claim me at the Full Moon Gala. Instead, he stood before the entire Pack with Izzy, a woman who looked at him with hunger rather than love. With eyes as cold as stone, he didn't just ignore me; he destroyed me. "I, Marcus Thorne, reject you, Olivia Hayes." The rejection snapped our bond, but the nightmare was just beginning. When Izzy framed me for poisoning her, Marcus didn't hesitate. He chained me in the dungeon and wielded the silver whip himself. Each lash burned like liquid fire, tearing through my skin as he demanded a confession I couldn't give. I woke up in a pool of my own blood, only to hear the nurse whisper the truth I was never meant to know. The silver toxicity hadn't just broken my body; it had killed the unborn pup I didn't even know I was carrying. Marcus had whipped the mother of his own child to protect a liar. He had killed his heir for a woman who was faking her own pregnancy. That night, as I crawled through the mud to escape, the weak Runt died. In the freezing waters of the river, my bones snapped and reshaped. I didn't just shift; I became the legendary White Wolf. And when Marcus finally realized the truth and came begging on his knees, I looked at him with my new, violet eyes and prepared to give him the rejection he deserved.
Unwanted By The Alpha, Chosen By Fate

Unwanted By The Alpha, Chosen By Fate

I was a lowly Omega mated to Caleb, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I thought I had finally found my harbor. But when our five-year-old daughter, Aria, plunged into a frozen lake and nearly drowned, he was nowhere to be found. He had blocked our mental link to play house with my sister's daughters at the Gamma estate. For three days, Aria lay dying in a coma. The trauma forced her inner wolf into hibernation. To protect her mind, it erased every conscious memory of her father—but her wolf remembered the wound. His scent was not a memory anymore. It was a scar. When she finally woke up, she shrank away from the heavy velvet curtains. "Mama, it smells like cold ashes in a wet hearth. Make it go away." She was screaming in terror just smelling his lingering scent. Her mind could not name him, but her body still remembered what it felt like to be abandoned in the snow. He had given the healing moonstones and the winter pelt he promised our daughter to my sister's twins instead. My sister even sneered at my desperate pleas, telling everyone I was just faking the accident to get his attention. I had spent my entire life bending my neck to the Pack hierarchy, enduring my family's disdain and my mate's cruel neglect. But looking at my fractured child, the heavy chain around my heart simply vanished, replaced by cold iron. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love anymore. Instead, I packed my meager dowry, went straight to the Luna Queen for a Royal Decree of Rejection, and took my daughter away to build an empire of our own.
The Unwanted Luna: Secret Heiress Of The White Wolf

The Unwanted Luna: Secret Heiress Of The White Wolf

I walked into my kitchen to find my husband's assistant wearing nothing but his white dress shirt. Jami sat on the granite counter, sipping coffee from my favorite mug. My husband, Dustin, stood next to her, smiling in a way he hadn't smiled at me in years. When they saw me, there was no shame. Instead, Jami sent a photo to my phone while sitting ten feet away. It was an ultrasound. "The Alpha's bloodline," the caption read. "Something you couldn't give him." I demanded an explanation, but Dustin only looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "She carries my heir, Eliana," he said, shielding her with his body. "You are barren and unstable. Go back to bed." When I refused, he used the Alpha Command to force me to my knees, humiliating me in my own home while his mistress watched with a triumphant smirk. He thought I was just a submissive wife. He thought I was trapped by the bond, acting as an endless battery for him to drain to keep his own volatile power in check. He conveniently forgot that before I was his Luna, I was the sole heiress to the David mining dynasty. He forgot that everything in this house—from the security system to the very foundation—was paid for with my money. I fought against the crushing weight of his command and forced myself to stand. "I reject you, Dustin Powell." As he collapsed in agony from the severed bond, I didn't help him. I picked up my phone and called my legal team. "I want it all gone," I ordered, staring at the horror on his face. "If I bought it, take it. Start with the mattress."