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Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha King

Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha King

I was an Omega born into a family of fierce werewolf warriors. My fated mate, Vance, was a high-ranking fighter who always despised my weakness. In my dreams, I saw our future. Our carriage was attacked by bloodthirsty Rogues. Vance shifted and ran ahead to fight, leaving me behind in the fragile wooden box. The violent crash over the rocky earth caused me to lose our unborn child in the freezing winter snow. Instead of comforting me, Vance used our sacred Mind-Link to pour his disgust directly into my brain, blaming me for being too fragile to protect our pup. He publicly complained about my weak scent and humiliated me in front of the entire pack, making it clear he only truly wanted my strong Warrior sister, Lyra. When I demanded a severance of our bond, he agreed with sheer relief. I was left to die a slow, miserable death in a forgotten, drafty corner of the pack. As I bled out in the cold, I felt nothing but absolute despair. Why did my endless submission and quiet obedience only earn me disgust and a pathetic end? Three times the Moon Goddess sent me that vision. Three times I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth. The third time, I knew it was not a nightmare—it was a warning. And when I opened my eyes, I was back in the Great Hall on the exact day my nightmare began. Vance was looking at me with pure resignation, arrogantly announcing to the crowd that he supposed an Omega was good enough for breeding, and he would accept me as his consolation prize. This time, I didn't lower my head. "I, Elara, reject you, Vance, as my mate." I turned my back on him and packed my bags for the Royal City. I was going to enter the deadly Luna Selection. But there was one detail in the vision I had never told a soul. In every replay of that nightmare, when the dream showed me a throne room soaked in blood, a pair of golden eyes always found me through the fog. And a voice—low, resonant, certain—spoke three words that followed me into waking: "There you are." I didn't know what they meant. I only knew that when I finally reached the Royal City, the King who ruled with blood and silver would already know my name—even if I had never spoken it to him.
Rich Alpha's Bride

Rich Alpha's Bride

Lyana, an 18-year-old girl, moves to Crescentville for her senior year of high school. She is both nervous and impatient to start this new adventure, even if she regrets leaving her friends and her previous life. His new house is charming, located on the edge of a dense and mysterious forest. But most intriguing is the imposing castle that stands on the nearby mountain, visible from his window, surrounded by mist and mystery. In this castle lives Kayden, a young multimillionaire as handsome as he is elusive. When she meets him, Lyana is instantly captivated by him, but she also feels something strange and inexplicable. Kayden is not only handsome and rich, but he also hides a secret that few people know: he is the Alpha of a powerful werewolf pack and the rightful claimant to the Lycan throne. As Lyana gradually discovers the supernatural nature of Kayden and the castle's inhabitants, she also learns that her own destiny is linked to that of the Alpha. Against all odds, she is his soulmate, the one destined to become his Luna and share his royal burden. But Lyana will have to quickly adapt to this dangerous world, filled with pack rivalries, threats of war, and family secrets. Between attraction, fear, and fascination, Lyana must now choose: embrace her destiny alongside Kayden, or try to escape this tumultuous life. But once bound to King Alpha, escaping him is not an easy option, and the forces at play are more powerful than she could imagine.
His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

I am the Fated Mate of Alpha Damien Blackwood, but because I was born a wolfless Omega, I was kept as his dirty little secret. The constant rejection from my mate was literally killing me. The Pack Healer handed me my death sentence: Terminal Soul Wither. My life was ticking down to its final months. While I sat in the dark, dying and gasping for air, Damien threw a twenty-million-dollar fireworks festival for his chosen future Luna, Isabelle. When he finally came home, reeking of her perfume, he only looked at me with eyes as cold as winter ice. "It's your ovulation window. Let's get this over with." He only wanted to use me to breed a powerful heir. He threatened to exile my only remaining family if I didn't comply, and even ordered me to draft a legal petition to invalidate my own existence so Isabelle could take my place. Even my adopted brother Jax, whom I suffered for years to protect, publicly threw me to the dirt just to ally with a powerful Pack. I sacrificed my brilliant future as a top strategist to marry Damien, enduring three years of abuse and isolation. Why did I have to rot away in agony while they celebrated my replacement on glossy magazines? I wouldn't let them watch me die in their golden cage. I signed the ancient Rejection petition, dropped the manor keys, and walked out into the freezing night. This time, I chose to sever the bond myself.