Blake Jewell
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The Alpha Who Hunted Me: His Wolfless Healer Mate
Werewolf I was born a wolfless Omega, raised in the countryside, and brought to Blackwood City for one reason only.
To quietly end an engagement the powerful Montgomery family no longer wanted.
Decades ago, my grandfather saved their Alpha's life, and the Montgomerys repaid that blood debt with a marriage promise. But to them, I was nothing now. A useless country girl. A shameful fiancée. A problem to be dismissed.
My stepfamily agreed.
After my mother died, Arthur Hayes locked away everything she left me: her journals, her Healer knowledge, and the inheritance that should have been mine. My stepmother smiled like honey while plotting to erase me. My stepsisters broke into my attic room with sharp shears, ready to ruin my face before I could ever stand before the Montgomerys.
They thought I would cry.
They thought I would beg.
They thought I was helpless.
They did not know I had already survived the silver-eyed Alpha who ambushed me on the train, pressed a knife to my throat, and looked at me like I belonged to him. They did not know he stole my mother's moonstone as a promise to find me again. They did not know I had stolen his military-grade pistol before he vanished into the night.
And they certainly did not know I had inherited my mother's hidden healing power.
So when my stepmother dressed me in a hideous gown to humiliate me in front of Luna Beatrice Montgomery, I turned it into armor.
Then I walked into the Montgomery fortress, looked the most powerful woman in the pack in the eye, and said the one thing no one expected.
"I refuse to dissolve the engagement."
I had no intention of becoming a pawn in their game.
I would use the Montgomery name as my shield, uncover the truth behind my mother's death, and take back every last thing they stole from me.
But there was one thing I had not planned for.
The Alpha who hunted me was already coming. Substitute Marriage: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire
Modern To save my toxic family's bankrupt company, I was sold for fifty million dollars to marry Arch Rush III, a notoriously ruthless and paralyzed billionaire.
Because of my severe face blindness, I couldn't even recognize my new husband. I was just a cheap, replaceable pawn. Yet, while my own parents physically abused me and treated me like livestock, my terrifying new husband actually protected me.
But entering the Rush family estate was like stepping into a snake pit. His aristocratic relatives mocked my cheap clothes and even tried to disfigure me with boiling tea.
To further humiliate me in front of a world-renowned neurologist, his grandmother pointed a bony finger at me.
"Go massage his muscles, this is your daily duty now."
Arch glared at me with a lethal warning, but I had no choice. Trembling, I pressed my hands into his thigh.
My heart instantly dropped. Beneath his expensive suit, there was no soft, withered flesh. The muscle contours were tight, dense, and incredibly firm.
How could a man completely paralyzed from the waist down have the legs of an athlete?
Before I could process the terrifying truth, my strong fingers dug into a nerve cluster. Under my touch, his "dead" muscle violently twitched.
The doctor dropped his pen in absolute shock, and I realized I had just accidentally exposed the ruthless billionaire's deadliest secret. His Secret Wife: A Dangerous Game
Billionaires Ace Suarez, a man who built an empire on cold control, was convinced his wife had betrayed him.
He stormed into a Brooklyn warehouse, ready to destroy her, only to see a woman in a silk robe with a man who called her "sweetheart."
Blind with rage, he didn't check her face—he didn't need to. He assumed the worst, filed for divorce, and retreated to his glass office, leaving his wife to face the ruins of a life she didn't know was ending.
But the coincidence was too perfect. His new assistant, Delinda Howell, lived in that same building. She was quiet, efficient, and bore the exact same name as the woman he had just discarded.
I was left wondering, was this a cruel twist of fate, or had he destroyed the wrong woman in his arrogance?
Now, as the divorce papers are finalized, Ace begins to notice the assistant he once treated as nothing, and the suffocating realization hits him: the woman he fired, abused, and erased might be the very same one standing right outside his door. The Thirty-Eighth Divorce's End
Modern Today is my fifth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Ethan, asked me for a divorce for the 38th time.
He does this for Ilene, his childhood friend. The woman who crashed her car on our wedding day, leaving her unable to have children. Ever since, he's been repaying a debt of guilt, and I've been the price.
For five years, I endured the cycle of divorce and remarriage. But this time was different. Ilene pushed me down a flight of stairs.
Ethan found me bleeding and promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay.
But days later, the police called. The security footage of the incident had been mysteriously erased. There was no evidence, no case.
That night, Ilene had me kidnapped. As her men tore at my clothes in the back of a van, I managed to call Ethan.
He rejected my call.
I jumped from the moving van. And as I ran for my life, bleeding on the cold asphalt, I made a vow.
This time, there would be no 39th remarriage.
This time, I would disappear. Lies, Betrayal, And The Baby I Hid Away
Modern I stepped into our penthouse for my baby shower, caressing my eight-month bump, expecting balloons and laughter.
But instead of joy, I found my husband, Michael, cradling a newborn that wasn't ours. Beside him sat his assistant, Serena, looking far too comfortable. Michael looked me dead in the eye, his expression cold and flat, and introduced the infant as his firstborn son.
They didn't apologize. Instead, Serena mocked my high-risk pregnancy, calling me a mere "incubator" for the spare heir. When I demanded they leave, Serena shoved me.
I hit the floor hard, screaming in agony as pain ripped through my belly. But Michael didn't help me. He stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her, accusing me of being dramatic. He walked out with his new family, leaving me bleeding alone on the nursery floor.
Lying in the hospital later, I overheard Michael on the phone. He wasn't worried. He laughed, revealing his plan to use my family's connections for his IPO before divorcing me and taking full custody of my child.
He didn't love me. He only wanted the heir.
That was the moment the old Olivia died. I knew I had to deny him the only thing he truly wanted. I wiped my tears, touched my stomach where my son was still kicking, and made a decision that would sever us forever.
I told my lawyer to deliver a simple message to Michael.
"Tell him the baby didn't make it." Reborn: The Alpha's Regret and the Serpent's Queen
Werewolf It was the Mating Ceremony, the most important day for our pack, but for me, it felt like walking to the gallows. I stood on the velvet carpet, waiting for Jacob, the Alpha heir, to claim me.
Suddenly, my younger sister Bella threw herself at the Elder's feet, screaming that she and Jacob were in love. Jacob didn't deny it. He looked at me with cold calculation, announced he chose her, and publicly broke our engagement.
In my previous life, this betrayal broke me. I had fought to marry him, only to become a "defective incubator" locked in a room. I remembered the bruises that never healed and the fire that eventually killed me. While I burned to death, Jacob only cared about saving Bella.
Now, standing in the same spot, the crowd mocked me as "damaged goods." My father sneered, pointing to the back of the room where the "lesser" clans stood, telling me to pick a rat or a snake if I wanted to stay in the Pack House.
They thought they were ruining me. They didn't realize they were handing me the key to my freedom.
I turned away from the smirking wolves and walked toward the darkest corner of the room. There sat Draco, the Serpent King, a man everyone feared and despised.
He was the only one who had tried to smash through the burning beams to save me in my past life.
I stopped in front of him, ignored the gasps of the crowd, and extended my hand.
"I choose you." Justice Served By My True Love
Modern For seven years, I was the secret wife of tech billionaire Ethan Richardson, the ghostwriter of his success. I sacrificed everything for him, only to be discarded for my own protégée after he forced me through five abortions.
I rebuilt my life from the ashes, finally finding peace.
But at our ten-year reunion, Ethan reappeared. He saw my five-year-old daughter, Mia, and a terrifying obsession ignited in his eyes, convinced she was the child I had hidden from him.
His madness escalated until he kidnapped her, luring me to an abandoned warehouse with a chilling threat.
"Come alone if you want to see our daughter again."
How could this man, who left me to miscarry our last child alone in a hospital, now dare to call himself a father?
He offered me a twisted deal: our 'family' back together, in exchange for my daughter's life.
But he made one fatal mistake.
He never bothered to find out who my new husband was. The Vengeful Groom's Deception
Billionaires I married Veronica Hayes, the woman whose family destroyed mine.
She thought she was setting a trap for a fool.
She didn' t know she was walking into a decade of meticulous planning.
Ten years ago, in college, I poured my soul into a painting, a raw, dark piece, a silent scream about my father' s story.
She stopped in front of it with her entourage, a campus celebrity with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue.
"A starving artist," she announced, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"How cliché. I bet he thinks this mess is profound."
Laughter rippled around me.
My face burned with humiliation, and I stood there, speechless, as she turned and walked away without a second glance.
Then, three months ago, she reappeared in my dusty studio, a vision in a power suit that probably cost more than everything I owned.
Her charisma filled the small space, and her smile was bright, almost blinding.
"Alex Miller," she said.
"I' ve been following your work. You' re incredibly talented."
My paintbrush dripped onto the floor as I stared at her, saying nothing.
She didn' t seem to mind.
She walked through my studio, examining my art with intense interest.
Finally, she turned back to me.
"I have a proposal for you, Alex."
I waited.
"Marry me."
The words hung in the air, absurd and thick.
The woman who had publicly branded me a failure wanted to marry me.
"And in return," she continued, "I' ll make you the CEO of one of my startups. A tech company. InnovateAI. You' ll have a salary, stock options, a place in the world. No more starving."
She gestured around my studio, a faint pity in her eyes, a perfect performance.
My friends all warned me.
"It' s a trick, Alex."
"She' s a shark. Remember college?"
"No one just hands you a company for getting married. It' s insane."
They were right, of course.
It was insane.
And it was a trick.
I knew Veronica' s reputation: ruthless, manipulative, her father' s daughter.
But they didn' t know my secret.
They didn' t know I' d been waiting for an opportunity like this for a decade.
I looked at Veronica, her eyes shining with false sincerity.
I let a look of stunned, hopeful disbelief cross my face.
My voice trembled just a little.
"You' re serious?"
"Completely," she said, her smile widening.
"We need to do it quickly, though. A whirlwind romance. The board loves a good story. It' ll be a PR masterpiece for the company launch."
I pretended to be overwhelmed, running a hand through my hair, letting out a shaky breath.
"Yes," I said, my voice filled with manufactured excitement.
"Yes, I' ll marry you."
Her eyes lit up with victory.
She thought she had me, the poor, struggling artist dazzled by wealth and power, ready to be her pawn.
She had no idea that I was the one holding the board, and she had just handed me all the pieces I needed to win the game. Eight Years of Gilded Cage
Romance It was our eighth wedding anniversary, and my husband, Mark Johnson, wasn't home.
He was celebrating another woman's birthday, as usual.
I sat in the silence of our gilded cage, the emotional wounds from years of neglect and indifference finally festering.
He never hit me, not until tonight, but Chloe's Instagram post-Mark, her, a cake-ignited a rage I couldn't contain.
When he finally stumbled in, past midnight, reeking of her perfume, I confronted him.
"It's our anniversary, Mark."
He sneered, "At least she's fun to be around. She doesn't just sit in the dark waiting to ambush me."
The words tasted like poison.
"I want a divorce, Mark."
His face went white.
"And," I added, "I'm pregnant. And the baby isn't yours."
His shock turned to pure fury.
"You lying, cheating bitch."
He lunged, shoved me hard, and I fell backward, hitting the coffee table.
A searing pain ripped through me.
I looked down to see blood spreading on my dress.
"Mark," I gasped, "The hospital... please..."
He just scoffed, "You think a baby that isn't mine is your ticket out? You're pathetic, Ava."
He pocketed the watch I'd bought him for our anniversary and walked out, leaving me bleeding on the floor.
Eight years.
He left me to die.
Lying there, clutching my bleeding stomach, I knew I had to do something.
For my baby.
My fingers, slick with blood, fumbled for my phone, calling the one person who had ever shown me true kindness.
Someone I' d promised I' d never call.
That night, Liam Thorne answered. Reclaiming My Life, Redefining Love
Sci-fi I opened my eyes to a sterile hospital room after three years in a coma, a miracle, Dr. Reed called me. My memory, a slow agonizing puzzle, was finally whole. I remembered everything.
The first person I saw wasn' t my fiancé, Mark. It was my old professor, Dr. Reed, holding my hand, her face a mix of relief and concern.
Mark Harrison was waiting at the entrance of our house, looking older, his face etched with ambition, not grief. He didn' t rush to hug me, didn' t even smile.
"Ava," he said, his voice flat. "You're back."
Then she emerged: Chloe Davis, my old rival, now standing on my doorstep with a triumphant smile, her arm wrapped around Mark' s. On her wrist, my patented smartwatch gleamed.
"Chloe has been a rock for me," Mark announced, looking at her with practiced adoration. "We're engaged."
A month after my car crash – a supposed accident – he was engaged. A month after that, her company acquired a crucial patent from my firm.
From inside, Spark, my AI companion, spoke. Its warm, inquisitive voice now clipped, devoted to Chloe. My home, stripped of my art, my books, everything that was me.
"Chloe has taken over the company and our lives," Mark snarled, his patience gone. "You'll just have to accept it." He expected tears, but I felt only relief.
The fog was gone. I saw him for what he was.
"Okay," I said, my voice calm and even. "I accept it."
He stared, confused. I was not the woman he thought he had destroyed. My purpose here wasn't to reclaim a lost love, but my life's work.
Then came the child' s wail. Chloe rushed out, blaming my "legacy systems" for a scratch on a boy named Alex.
"It wasn't a malfunction," I stated, pointing to the error log. "The command came from your smartwatch, Chloe. You probably held Alex's arm just a little too close to it."
Her face went pale, then contorted with manufactured fear for Mark' s benefit.
"You are unbelievable," Mark spat, blocking my path. "Something you could never give me."
"I want access to Spark," I demanded. "I am the creator."
"You have no rights!" he yelled. "Spark is not your company's property, Mark," I replied, my voice dangerously low. "Spark is mine."
He knew that wasn' t an empty threat. He knew what I was capable of. His Political Prop, Her Revenge
Romance My life with political hopeful Ethan Hayes was a gilded cage in the Hamptons.
We hosted glittering fundraisers, surrounded by donors and power brokers.
I thought I had everything, a perfect facade.
Then, my half-sister Brooke feigned a champagne glass accident, theatrically blaming me.
Ethan, my devoted husband, immediately turned on me, his face a mask of cold fury.
He publicly branded me "unwell" and "unhinged," erasing my existence for his career.
That night, two men dragged me away to a brutal "wellness retreat" in Montana.
For two years, it was a prison where I was drugged, abused, and systematically broken, losing my voice and my identity.
I was a shell, trained only to survive.
Ethan never visited, only paid the enormous monthly fees.
When he brought me back as a political prop, my trauma erupted; I instinctively dropped to my knees and shined a donor's shoes.
He called me "shameless" and "unhinged," reinforcing my public ruin.
The final, searing truth came from Brooke: Ethan had paid a "management fee" to specifically destroy me.
The numb silence of two years fractured.
An icy, pure rage ignited within me.
Locked away, I used a hidden bobby pin to pick the lock, my hands shaking with adrenaline.
This broken woman was coming for him, armed with the buried evidence that would be his absolute ruin. His Vengeance, My Deliverance
Sci-fi For eight lifetimes, I endured Julian Blackwood' s contempt, believing I could "rehabilitate" him and redeem my system-granted freedom, my student debt gone, my mother's cancer cured.
In my eighth attempt, I mistakenly fell in love and became pregnant, only for him to force a brutal miscarriage, branding me a "vessel of filth" before drowning me.
A system glitch prevented my usual reset, leaving me a ghost witnessing Julian confess to a hologram of his dead fiancée, Eleanor Vance.
"Just one more time," he whispered to her, "I only need to kill her one more time."
My mission was a lie: I was "the filth," his target for a relentless, repeating revenge across nine lives, the tenth meant to "reset the world" for him.
He wasn't a man to save; he was a monster.
The profound injustice and betrayal of realizing my entire existence had been a meticulously planned, endless torment ignited a cold fury within me.
My suffering was merely an instrument of his personal vendetta, not a path to rehabilitation.
Then, the world corrupted.
"Reset Initiated. Final Loop Engaged."
I gasped awake at Julian's engagement party, sent back further than ever before.
This wasn' t another chance to heal him-it was my final, terrifying loop to finally escape the monster who' d orchestrated my nine lives of hell.
I was done playing his game. Their Bet, Her Empire
Romance I was just a cocktail waitress at Velvet Orchid, invisible to the elite swirling around me in Beverly Hills. My days were a blur of polished wood and whispered money, my future as uncertain as ever.
Then Chloe Vanderbilt, a notorious socialite, tried to make me polish her scuffed designer heel. When I refused, her eyes narrowed, promising a reckoning. Soon after, charming heir Ethan Sterling approached me with a proposition: a "different, better life."
It sounded like a dream, but my gut screamed warning. I later overheard them in a private booth. Their "generous offer" was a cruel, year-long bet to parade me in luxury, then publicly shatter me to teach "trash like me" a lesson.
They schemed to humiliate me, to prove I didn't belong. The sheer audacity, the calculating malice of their game, shook me to my core.
But as their laughter echoed, a cold, thrilling certainty settled within me. They thought they were building a cage for me. They had no idea they were providing every tool I needed to build my empire. My Wife, The Queen of Fear
Modern My wife, Victoria, laughed too brightly with Julian Thorne, her hand lingering on his arm, a public display of the affair I'd endured for months.
My father’s company was gone, my mother frail from a stroke, and Victoria’s funding kept her alive.
I was just her husband, a ghost.
Then, impulsively outbidding Julian for a priceless patent sparked her cold fury.
She drove me to a derelict warehouse, revealing my sick mother’s hospital bed precariously close to a sheer drop.
"Give Julian the patent," she hissed, "or Sarah will have a terrible accident."
My heart hammered, knowing she'd do it.
She didn’t just threaten; she “demonstrated” by plunging a dummy from the bed, watching my agony with a cruel smile.
Julian, a venomous presence, further destroyed my father’s memory and framed me for violence.
Victoria, blinded by him, deleted my evidence and let me be brutally slapped.
The final blow: she announced her pregnancy—a child I never thought possible—and Julian threatened to destroy it if I exposed him.
How could the woman who once “saved” me, who funded my mother’s life, become this monstrous, manipulative queen, ruling through fear and humiliation?
Why did I allow myself to be trapped in this gilded cage?
What hidden truth transformed my life into this twisted nightmare?
No more.
As I picked up the platinum card she tossed at my feet, I snapped it in half.
My mother’s desperate eyes fueled a cold fury.
I called my old mentor, ready to embrace Project Chimera.
It was time for a new plan, a way out, for both of us. A Decade of Devotion, A Lifetime of Deceit
Romance For ten years, I poured my love and life into Marcus, the charismatic man I considered my future. I supported his ambitions, navigating the complexities of his relationship with his "best friend," Liam, and even overlooking his subtle slights.
But my world shattered when I awoke in a sterile hospital room, weakly clutching Marcus’s hand, only to overhear him on the phone, confessing he'd secretly manipulated me into a bone marrow donation. Not for an infection, but to save Liam.
The betrayal cut deeper than any physical pain. He offered marriage like a consolation prize, an attempt to mend a rift he couldn’t comprehend. The horrifying truth unraveled: my sacrifices for Liam had stretched beyond marrow—he’d coerced me into an abortion, shamelessly abandoned me mid-proposal to comfort Liam, and even offered me up to a ‘mugger’ to save his precious friend. Each revelation was a fresh wound, painting a picture of chilling indifference and a profound, sick devotion to Liam that eclipsed everything else.
How could he consistently choose someone else over me, with such breathtaking callousness? Was I merely a pawn in their self-serving game, a convenient resource to be used and discarded? My heart, battered and bruised, finally hardened into an icy resolve. Enough was enough.
In a desperate, empowering act of self-preservation, I made a call. I was done being his doormat. "I'm leaving Marcus," I rasped, the words heavy yet liberating. "I want in. Marry me. Let's build something that can't be broken." This was my chance to cut ties, to reclaim my worth and finally choose myself. Resurrected: Unveiling the Mystery of Telepathy
Modern I'm a rising star in the art world, but I've been subjected to online harassment due to a plagiarism scandal. Every time I finish a new piece, my boyfriend's "first love" posts an identical painting the very next moment. She portrays herself as a highly educated and talented artist, manipulating public opinion online, which has led to my entire family being targeted by cyberbullying. Yet, behind the scenes, she orders me to keep creating.
I was cornered when I went out and was brutally attacked to death on the spot. My parents, in a state of mental disarray, were driven to depression by the online exposure and turned gray-haired one after another. Before I died, I was filled with regret, wanting to understand what was happening.
When I woke up again, I found myself back on the day before my work was published. You might like
Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Ghostly Mode Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall.
Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster.
Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila 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. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. Forsaken By The Pack, Destined For The Lycan King
Escritor apalacio 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. Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate
Only_Shila For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me. That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." 
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