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His Defiant Ex-Wife: The True Luna Returns
Werewolf For three years, I was the silent bank account behind the Nexus Pack. My husband, Caleb, was the Alpha, but the empire was built entirely on my inheritance.
Then the mind-link went dead. Caleb walked into our penthouse smelling of cheap vanilla and betrayal, followed closely by his secretary, Kimberly. She didn't just walk in; she swiped a red keycard—my Luna clearance.
"She understands the Pack's needs," Caleb sneered, shielding his mistress while I stood there, trembling.
They called me "wolfless" and "broken" because I hadn't Shifted yet. But the betrayal didn't stop at cheating. Caleb planned to lock me in the Sanctuary—a prison for the insane—so he could declare me incompetent and seize my fortune. Kimberly even shattered my mother’s sacred Moonstone necklace, laughing as she called my legacy tacky.
I looked at the man I had elevated from poverty to power. He wasn't protecting me; he was planning a coup on my own life. He thought I was a weak, human-like liability he could discard once the checks cleared. He thought my wolf was dead.
He was wrong.
I didn't just sign the divorce papers; I froze every asset he had.
"An army marches on its stomach, Caleb," I whispered as his credit lines failed.
At his "victory" Gala, I didn't just expose his treason; I destroyed his world. And when he finally crawled back to beg for mercy, he didn't see a broken girl.
He saw the glowing silver eyes of the White Wolf. He Chose The Mistress, I Chose Freedom
Mafia "The child is mine."
My husband, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, announced to the world, his hand resting protectively on his mistress's stomach.
He was lying to save her life, but in doing so, he signed the death warrant for the baby growing inside me.
Just hours before, I had finally gotten the positive test we had prayed for over five years.
But Dante chose to claim a traitor's bastard as his heir.
When I tried to confront him, he dismissed me cold-heartedly.
"It's a strategic lie, Elena. You aren't pregnant, so it doesn't matter."
He didn't know.
Later, when an accident left his mistress critical, he dragged me to the hospital.
He forced me to donate my blood to save her, ignoring my ghostly pallor.
He didn't know I was already bleeding out.
He didn't know I had just come from the clinic, where I had removed the "complication" he made me feel ashamed of.
He thought he was being noble.
He didn't realize he was killing his own son to save another man's lie.
On the night of the gala celebrating his "heir," I left a white box on his desk and vanished.
Inside was a medical report: *Termination of Pregnancy. 8 Weeks. Father: Dante Moretti.*
By the time he read it, I was already gone. The Monster Behind His Mask
Modern My husband Declan' s recklessness on a ski slope left me with chronic pain and unable to have children. He played the part of my devoted caretaker, but his perfect facade shattered when a stray cat, abandoned by our new neighbor, purred against his leg with a chilling familiarity.
That whisper of betrayal led me to her apartment, where I found his pregnant mistress, Bridgett. She smirked, calling me Declan's "perpetually ill wife" and flaunted the baby I could never give him.
When I demanded a divorce, both our families turned on me, calling me hysterical and greedy. Declan dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness, but his "love" felt like a cage built on my pain and his lies.
The truth, however, was far more monstrous.
Bridgett later appeared on my doorstep, terrified, revealing Declan had forced her to lose their baby-a twisted "proof of love" meant to win me back.
As he pounded on my door, confessing his crime and screaming that I was his, I realized I hadn't just married a cheater. I had married a monster. The Painter's Unending Haunt
Horror My best friend, Noah, had my hands broken. He did it so I could never paint again. Then he told my wife, Olivia, that I had lost my mind and needed to be sent away for "rehabilitation."
They sent me to what was essentially a prison, where I was starved, beaten, and eventually died alone on a cold floor.
Now, I'm a ghost, haunting Noah's lavish party, a celebration of his stolen success. He' s exhibiting paintings that are eerily like my lost collection, while everyone praises him as an art mogul. Olivia, my wife, is there too, looking beautiful but with a shadow in her eyes. Noah's assistant, the one who helped break my hands, even lies to her face, saying I'm still "adjusting" at the center.
The arrogance is breathtaking. Olivia stands in the house my stolen art paid for, listening to the lies of the man who killed me. He even fakes an injury to garner her sympathy.
It was shocking when a call came through, revealing I' d been secretly flying every six weeks for a year to donate blood for Olivia's rare condition, saving her life. Then the news broke: the "rehabilitation" center I was sent to was a network of abusive prisons where patients died.
No one heard my silent screams. My wife even refused to believe the truth, preferring to cling to Noah' s comforting lies, even as she tried to salvage my shredded art from the attic. But then my real parents, billionaires who had been searching for me for decades, showed up. And Noah, my murderer, embraced them, pretending to be their long-lost son. He wanted to steal my inheritance, too.
"Mom? Dad?" he said, holding out the locket my birth mother gave me.
My wife's refusal of Noah's marriage proposal was a small flicker of hope, soon extinguished by his manipulative feigned heart attack. But then the funeral home called, asking Olivia to pick up my remains. My ashes scattered on the floor after Noah fumbled the urn, and my mother-in-law suddenly revealed I' d donated my kidney to Olivia.
That was the moment. She called 911, reporting a murder. My murder. He Said No, She Found Love
Romance The last thing I remembered was the cold.
It was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones, mocking the thin dress you wore.
I was dying in a dark, abandoned warehouse, our son Leo trembling beside me.
Then, his voice.
Over the kidnapper' s phone, Harrison Hayes, the man I' d loved for years, flatly declared: "Wrong number. I don' t know them."
He didn' t know me.
He didn' t know Leo.
Five years of a miserable marriage dissolved into one brutal truth: he resented me, seeing my existence as the ruin of his life.
My death, simply a convenient erasure.
And then, nothing.
A profound, silent void.
Until, a voice, warm and familiar, broke through the darkness: "Ava? Happy birthday."
My eyes snapped open.
I wasn't in a warehouse.
I was at my 21st birthday dinner, staring at a younger Harrison, before the resentment carved lines around his mouth.
This was the night it all began, the night I confessed my desperate love.
But this time, the memory of his callous "Wrong number" burned.
The phantom ache of my son' s absence was a hollow void in my chest.
I would not make the same mistake.
I would not confess.
I would let him go.
I would let him have his perfect life with his perfect Charlotte.
When Charlotte Evans, his first love, walked in, I didn't fight.
I left.
I walked out into the cool night, hailing a cab, for the naive girl I had been, for the son who would now never exist.
The pain was immense.
But underneath it, a fragile seed of freedom took root.
I wouldn' t be a victim.
I would save myself.
My first call was to my parents' lawyer.
I was activating a forgotten betrothal agreement.
I was going to Daniel Thorne. The Architect's Shattered Heart
Romance For five years, I lived in a gray, quiet world, shattered by a tragic accident that claimed my fiancée, Amelia, and my three promising apprentices.
I became Ethan Miller, the brilliant architect who' d lost his touch, a hollowed-out recluse living with ghosts.
Then, a familiar laugh broke the silence from a room I hadn' t entered in years-Jake' s old room.
It was Amelia' s voice. And with it, Olivia' s, Sophia' s, and Jake' s.
"It was a necessary sacrifice," Amelia purred, her voice chillingly confident. "We needed him to be completely broken. The firm is just sitting there, waiting for me to take over."
My blood ran cold as I heard their twisted plan: fake deaths, my engineered grief, all to seize my company.
They had let my mentor, Mr. Davies, waste away; they had let me suffer for five years, all for a long con.
The love I felt, the grief that defined me-it was all a vicious lie.
They thought I was broken, a pathetic fool they could manipulate.
They were wrong.
A furious, cold rage ignited within me, burning away the sorrow.
They wanted my legacy, built on my ruin.
They would never get it.
My steps were steady for the first time in forever.
They had a plan. Now, so did I. Too Late, Mother: I Am Reborn
Sci-fi My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be a fresh start, "Lottery Day" for the Life Path Augmentation (LPA) program.
My toxic mother, Susan, was desperate for me to get the Support Role Optimization (SRO) LPA, reducing me to the compliant trophy wife I was in my first life before it all ended in tragedy.
But then, my older sister, Jessica, whose insatiable greed for an "easy life" was legend, bizarrely elbowed her way forward, only to be ironically assigned the very SRO meant for me.
As I stepped up, the machine hummed, then announced its shocking verdict: I received the High-Potential Innovator (HPI) LPA, the burden that had led to Jessica' s ruin in our previous timeline.
My mother' s carefully constructed world imploded; Jessica' s triumphant smirk dissolved into furious disbelief.
They immediately launched their counter-attack, determined to crush this "dangerous" potential.
My Caltech scholarship, my lifeline to a real future, was brutally yanked away, deemed a distraction from my "duty" to support Jessica's floundering attempts at social climbing.
Every penny I earned from grueling dead-end jobs was siphoned into their bottomless pit of familial exploitation.
"Family comes first," my father would drone, a chilling echo of their manipulation from a past I desperately sought to rewrite.
This was it – the same old cage, just with new bars.
But they fundamentally misunderstood.
Their betrayal only fueled the quiet revolution brewing within me.
As their carefully laid plans crumbled around Jessica, I wasn't just enduring; I was processing, learning, plotting.
And soon, the architect of their downfall wouldn' t just be a thought, but a force. She Died for Her Son's Future
Billionaires My days were a silent decay, confined to a dark wing of my husband Ethan' s sprawling estate, a place as forgotten as I had become.
Once a celebrated musician, now I was a ghostly presence, my body frail, my spirit hollowed by isolation.
Then, they came for me: two brute men pulling me from my stained mattress into the blinding opulence of Ethan' s main living area.
My husband stood there, a king with his pop star queen, Chloe, and my own son, Leo, whose face was a mask of coldness.
They demanded a public apology, accusing me of sabotaging Chloe' s career with vicious lies, lies my son' s small voice echoed, tearing me apart.
Within moments, the charade intensified: Chloe dramatically collapsed, feigning a sudden, fatal heart condition, and the physician Ethan controlled declared a desperate need for a transplant.
Ethan' s eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on me with a horrifying intent: I was to be sacrificed, my healthy organs harvested for Chloe' s fictional illness.
The ultimate betrayal wasn't just my stolen songs or the car crash that left me paralyzed; it was this barbaric desecration, driven by Ethan's monstrous, deluded love, all to secure Chloe' s fame.
How could I, a mother, a wife, who had given everything, be condemned to such a gruesome, public death for a lie?
Just as the clinic room prepared for my end, I made a choice, a whisper to the voice inside my head, the System, to simply "vanish."
Sarah Thompson was dead, leaving only an empty shell behind.
But a flicker of hope, the image of my ailing sister and my son, still tangled in their web of deceit, ignited a desperate resolve.
I would return, step back into the inferno, and for the first time, not be their victim.
I would expose their monstrous truths, redeem my son, save my sister, and make Ethan, the man who destroyed me, truly pay for every single sin.
This time, I was ready to demand: "Die for me, Ethan." When The Charity Case Buys The Empire
Billionaires I was the Bradford family's charity case, groomed to be Liam Bradford's wife, endlessly cleaning up his messes.
Discreet calls to pharmacies, quiet payoffs – that was my life, a familiar, suffocating routine.
Then, Eleanor Bradford's chilling call: "Ava, the penthouse. Now."
I walked in to find Sophia Hayes, Liam's high school sweetheart, artfully tear-streaked and clutching her stomach.
"It's her, or me and our babies!"
Liam didn't even look at me. "It's Sophia. She's pregnant. Twins."
He casually outlined his plan: Sophia would live in our penthouse, I'd be a godmother, then a sham wedding for appearances.
My antique locket, a treasured gift, was tossed carelessly towards a trash bin.
Later, Liam announced my custom wedding dress would be live-streamed as a charity donation for "good PR."
"You were taken in out of charity," he sneered. "Be eternally grateful."
The final blow: a legal document demanding I sign away any future maternal claims, ensuring Sophia's twins were the undisputed Bradford heirs.
My value, reduced to a barren placeholder.
When I refused, Sophia staged a dramatic fall, screaming I'd tried to harm her babies.
Liam, in a furious rage, threw my suitcase, then shoved me out of the penthouse.
"Go back to the gutter where we found you!" he roared, slamming the door.
Cast out. Alone. But a cold, steel resolve ignited.
My trembling hand dialed a name I hadn't called in years: Jax Cole.
"Is that offer... does it still stand?" I choked out.
"Always, Ava," he replied. "For you, always."
My only way out.
Boston City Hall. Three days. Nine AM. I would be there. Queen of Alaska: His Final Regret
Romance My life as a senator's daughter, filled with Hamptons summers and a proposal from my childhood sweetheart, Ethan, was shattered.
Facing financial and political ruin, my father forced me into an arranged marriage with rugged Alaskan oil magnate, Marcus Thorne.
Ethan, my supposed soulmate, dismissed my family's crisis, prioritizing his "fragile" confidante, Clara Vance, even suggesting a "nominal marriage" to her while I faced an abyss.
Heartbroken, I fled to Alaska.
But even there, betrayal followed.
During an assassination attempt, my new fiancé, Marcus, chose to save his assistant, leaving me critically wounded and abandoned.
Why was I always the one sacrificed?
Why did every man choose someone else over me, even when my life was on the line?
Saved from near-death by a loyal servant, I rose from the ashes, my heart cold but clear.
So when a gaunt, desperate Ethan crashed my Alaskan wedding, begging for me back, I faced him.
In front of everyone, I exposed his weakness and narcissism, severing ties to the past.
From that moment, I embraced my true power, transforming into the formidable Queen of Alaska, where unexpected strength and a different kind of loyalty awaited. His Wife's Last Lie
Romance My life was perfect. I was Ethan, a successful architect, seven blissful years into marriage with my high school sweetheart, Olivia. We were talking about starting a family; life was good. Then Liam walked into the cafe.
"You' re Ethan, right? Olivia' s husband." The young guy smirked. "I' m Liam. Her boyfriend. She' s pregnant with my kid." My world imploded.
Olivia arrived, slapped Liam, and swore he was a nobody. I wanted to believe her, desperately. But his relentless DMs chipped away at my sanity: photos of her arm wrapped around him, her distinctive bracelet, a new guitar she bought him. Then, the sickening truth: Buddy, the golden retriever I adored, was actually Liam' s dog, given to me as part of her elaborate deception.
The final blow came when I overheard her. She wasn't just abandoning me for him in Maine; she' d been secretly drugging my protein shakes for weeks, actively sabotaging my lifelong dream of having children. The betrayal was malicious, beyond comprehension. Why? What monstrous game was she playing?
Watching Olivia passionately kiss Liam in Maine sealed it. I was done. I left my wedding ring, a note, and my phone, Liam' s taunts still blazing on the screen. As I walked away into the cold, clean air, I knew this wasn't just an escape. This was the start of uncovering the raw, brutal truth behind every lie. The Disposable Lover's Revenge
Romance My life was an opulent lie, perched high in a Manhattan skyscraper as executive assistant and secret lover to Wall Street magnate Ethan Hayes.
He paid for everything, even covered my family' s past medical debts, binding me to him in an unspoken agreement of dependency.
Then, an email arrived: "Termination of Employment. Effective immediately."
Within hours, Ethan' s 'white moonlight' sweetheart, Chloe Davenport, flew back into New York, and suddenly, I was disposable.
He paraded Chloe publicly, their rediscovery splashed across Page Six, while I withered, my chronic autoimmune disorder flaring from the agonizing stress.
When Chloe' s furious friend shoved me, leaving me with a concussion, Ethan' s only concern was Chloe' s pristine image, demanding I lie to the police, his icy gaze warning me to "behave."
My golden cage had become a torture chamber.
How could the man I loved, the man who' d once saved my family, wield such casual cruelty?
Was my entire existence merely a debt to be repaid, my body and soul his to discard at will?
The pain was unbearable, consuming.
But the true breaking point came when he whispered, "Only death changes the terms."
He thought he had me trapped forever.
He didn't know I was ready to die to be truly free. No More Miss Nice Wife
Modern My husband Ethan and I had built a life together.
Ten years of marriage, my career and inheritance poured into his rising tech venture, Innovatech, all from our beautiful Hamptons home.
On our tenth anniversary, a young woman named Chloe Washington arrived, her words like a knife: "I'm pregnant.
It's Ethan's. You need to divorce him." She had photos.
Ethan confirmed it, unapologetically stating he needed an "heir" due to my infertility.
He publicly paraded Chloe, even setting her up in an Innovatech office next to his.
When I confronted him, Chloe feigned a fall, and Ethan, in a fit of rage, threatened to call security on me, the woman who built his empire.
My decade of sacrifice—my youth, my money, my identity—all dismissed as he gaslit me, calling me "hysterical."
How could he betray me so utterly, then demand I remain "reasonable" while he erased me from our life?
As Ethan extended his hand for the phone, a chilling calm replaced my heartbreak.
The broken wife was gone.
I dialed the only number that mattered, initiating a battle he never saw coming. You might like
THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA
Jhasmheen Oneal Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again.
Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it?
That's a war of its own.
Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.
The Rise Of The Ugly Luna
Syra Tucker Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone.
Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved.
It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years.
Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from.
Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes.
Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with. I Paid the Alpha King for One Night
Rabbit For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous.
Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate.
I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry.
The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother.
He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement.
Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse. My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her
infanta123 My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son.
Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend.
Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack.
The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't.
Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm.
She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more.
A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna.
He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable.
Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences? My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife
Rabbit "Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment.
As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire.
The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die.
She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate?
Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."
From Rejected Omega to the Supreme White Wolf
Fritz Heaney I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion.
Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed.
"Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies."
I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor.
Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel.
Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out.
I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years.
He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back.
Or so he thought.
In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling.
I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison.
"You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back."
I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use.
"I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge."
I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared. 
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