Chang An
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The Unwanted Omega Wife's Final Goodbye
Werewolf As an Omega, I was just a political offering given to the Alpha King to secure an alliance. But today, my powerful, Alpha-blooded sister returned.
While my husband ignored my desperate calls claiming he was busy, he was actually spending the night locked in a hotel penthouse with my sister. When I saw her, his distinct cedar and mint scent was all over her clothes.
Heartbroken and disgusted, I tried to initiate the sacred Rejection ceremony to sever our Mate-bond.
But he didn't feel a shred of guilt. Instead, he used his absolute Alpha Command to crush my soul, forcing me into silence.
"If you dare to mention rejection one more time, I will make your entire Pack disappear from the map."
He threatened me, then carelessly threw a diamond watch at my feet as an apology, treating my shattered heart like a child's tantrum.
I looked at the cold man in front of me, asking if he chose her because she was an Alpha and I was just a worthless substitute. He didn't say a word, his silence a cruel admission to every accusation.
I smashed the diamond watch and walked away, locking myself in the smallest guest room. My heart was completely dead. Since he wouldn't accept my rejection, I would find my own way to escape this gilded cage. He Betrayed Me, I Erased Him
Modern My fiancé Easton proposed with a perfect diamond, whispering about our future, when his phone flashed a $50 million wire transfer to his ex-girlfriend's family. That very night, he abandoned me at my wedding dress fitting for an "emergency" that was really his ex, Catarina Kane. Days later, I lost our baby because he shoved me aside for her, then yelled at me about the mess on his office floor as I bled.
His cat allergy, a five-year lie, dissolved as I saw him stroking a cat in her living room. While I recovered from the miscarriage, Easton publicly smiled with Catarina at a gala. This profound betrayal, the loss of our child, and his utter indifference extinguished all love, leaving only chilling clarity.
At my hospital bedside, as he begged for forgiveness, I pulled out my IV. "It was my child, Easton," I told him. "You were never there." I walked out of his life forever, determined to uncover his deception and rebuild my world. Reborn To Crush My Ruthless Husband
Billionaires Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire.
But on her way to sign the adoption papers, a violent vision flashed in her mind. The crash wasn't an accident. She saw her car in flames, while Baron watched with cold, calculating eyes. Beside him stood an older Jagger, who calmly muttered the chilling truth.
"The problem is solved."
A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place.
For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund?
But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down.
"I refuse."
Instead of adopting their bastard son, she slammed down an SEC whistleblower threat, forced a new will, and introduced her own handpicked heir. The war had just begun. Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband
Modern I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, sitting on a cracked plastic chair at the hospital, when my billionaire husband looked me right in the eye and called me "it."
Ellsworth didn't recognize his own wife in my tight coat and swollen ankles; he was too busy shielding his mistress, Jolie, from the "messy cleaning lady" in the hallway.
"Just ignore it," he told his assistant as I struggled to stand. "Close the doors. We’re running late for the gala."
He left me there with a high-risk pregnancy diagnosis and a prescription I couldn't afford, while he drove off in a Maybach with a woman who had meticulously stolen my entire identity.
When I returned to our cold mansion, the nightmare continued. His grandmother treated me like a breeding animal, and the housekeeper tried to starve me because Ellsworth said my weight gain was "embarrassing" to the family name.
I soon realized the sick truth: Jolie wasn't just his lover; she was a mimic, wearing my old clothes and using my old hair tutorials to play the role of the woman I was before the Banks family broke me.
How could a man who once promised to love me now treat me like a stain on his perfect life? Why was he keeping me trapped in a guest room while parading a fake version of me around the city?
They thought I was a broken, penniless ghost with nowhere to go, but they forgot I was once the sharpest financial mind of my generation.
While Ellsworth was busy playing house with a replica, I was secretly accepting a fully funded PhD and auditing his illegal shell companies from the shadows of his own home.
He thinks he can keep me trapped in this marriage just to secure his trust fund. He has no idea that I’m not just leaving—I’m going to burn his empire to the ground before the baby is even born. His Amnesiac Lie: My Stolen Life
Horror I learned my three-year relationship was a lie from a conversation I was never supposed to hear.
My boyfriend, Hardin, the man I'd saved from a car wreck that ended my career, hadn't lost his memory. It was all a long con to steal my life's work-a revolutionary game engine-for his mistress, my old college rival.
The man who promised to protect me stood by as she publicly humiliated me, burned my arm with a cigarette, and had me tasered in an alley.
He dragged me into an icy shower when I fought back.
When I tried to leave, he had me held down while doctors drew my blood and stole my kidney for his mistress's aunt.
He called the injury that destroyed my career "unfortunate."
He thought he had broken me, turning me into a prisoner in his mansion, a source of spare parts.
But he forgot who I was.
With the help of my old mentor, I reclaimed my secret identity as the legendary developer "PixelVixen."
And I sent the two words that would bring their empire crashing down: "I'm back." Five Million Dollar Goodbye Kiss
Modern I gave up my acceptance to MIT to support my boyfriend, Brayden Berg. After his family's tech empire collapsed and his parents died, I worked double shifts as a line cook, using my tuition money to help him get back on his feet.
But the day he announced his new company's success, he stood on stage, kissed a high-society lawyer named Jesse Collins, and introduced her to the world as his partner.
The humiliation was just beginning. At a party, Jesse deliberately spilled champagne all over me. Later, trapped in an elevator together, she hissed that I was a "charity case" just moments before the cables snapped.
The crash shattered my leg. When a rescuer peered down from the emergency hatch, able to save only one of us at a time, I heard Brayden's frantic voice from above.
"Save Jesse!" he screamed without a moment's hesitation. "Save her first!"
In the hospital, he explained his choice by saying Jesse was "delicate," while I was "strong" and could handle it. Then, he had the audacity to beg me, his childhood friend, to donate my rare blood type to save her.
He carried me to the donation room, and the moment the bag was full, he ran off with my blood to Jesse's side without a backward glance.
Staring at the fresh needle mark on my bruised arm, I finally realized the boy I had saved was gone. It was time to save myself. The Cage She Built For Us
Sci-fi I poured years of my life into "The Gilded Cage," a virtual world where I became Noah, determined to save Chloe, its tragic villainess. I guided her, taught her, helped her build a tech empire, thinking I' d rewritten her destiny.
But when she finally stood on top of the world, she looked at me, her eyes cold. "You didn't save me, Noah. You just built me a different cage." Then, she brutally threw me from her penthouse balcony.
Ejected from the simulation, I thought I was free. But a system malfunction tethered my consciousness to Chloe's. I was dragged through her past, a ghost watching her childhood trauma and Liam Hayes's betrayal unfold, forced to relive every painful step of her original story. Each memory, a cruel reminder of my failure, of the monster I inadvertently helped create.
Why was I condemned to witness the very pain I' d tried so hard to prevent again? The system said it was a recursive feedback loop, a side effect of her emergent sentience. But it felt more like a calculated torment.
When my consciousness was finally about to dematerialize, Chloe, tear-streaked and broken, reached for me, pleading, "Please. You have to save me." But the phantom pains of her betrayal surged, and I recoiled, spitting out the words that echoed her own cruelty: "My life doesn't need a monster in it." I thought it was over. Then, weeks later, the real Chloe, corporeal and lost, appeared on my doorstep. "I found a way out... You have to help me. You have to save me." The Pet Dog and the Plot
Modern The silence of my house hit me first.
My sweet, goofy rescue dog, Buster, wasn't there to greet me.
He was just gone.
My estranged husband, Mark, and his new girlfriend, Lisa, spread a narrative that ruined me: Sarah Miller, the animal shelter manager, was so negligent she lost her own dog.
My work suffered, volunteers pitied me, and online comments shamed me publicly, painting me as an irresponsible fraud.
They paraded around town with a new, expensive designer puppy, while the loss of Buster became a hole in my life that never closed.
I became a shell, until I overheard them at a charity gala, hidden in a secluded alcove, laughing.
"She still probably thinks he just ran away," Lisa snickered.
"It was for the best," Mark replied smoothly.
"Getting rid of Buster was the only way to make room for Muffin."
"And to knock Sarah down a peg," Lisa added.
The world tilted; they didn't just let Buster get lost, they orchestrated it.
They destroyed my reputation and my heart for a designer puppy and cruel sport.
The shock was a physical blow, and the world went black.
I died of a broken heart.
Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open to the familiar morning sun.
It was the day Buster disappeared.
This was a second chance, a miracle.
I wasn't going to waste it. My Family, Their Sinister Game
Modern For ten years, I built a wall of mediocrity around myself.
After my sister Sarah vanished, an alleged suicide linked to the sinister "Blackwood Tech Curse," my parents pulled me from advanced STEM, scrubbed my online presence, and moved two states over.
"Just be average, Ashley," my father pleaded, "Average is safe."
I became an insurance analyst, safe and boring, believing I had outsmarted fate, that Sarah was a random tragedy.
Until today, when an encrypted email landed in my inbox: "Congratulations, Ashley Miller. You've been accepted."
The Blackwood curse, a digital ghost from a defunct institute, promised death wrapped in an acceptance letter, just like Sarah's.
When I tried to expose it, the FBI agent who' d dismissed my fears showed me security footage-me, at the scene of a Blackwood victim's death, then a fabricated psych evaluation painting me as delusional.
My own laptop was framed as the source of a federal hack, isolating me further.
Even my parents, panicked by the lies, asked, "Ashley, honey… Did you… have you been seeing someone?"
The one person I thought I could trust, Davies, believed the frame job.
"The hack came from your laptop," he said, his voice flat.
But then, my own hand clenched, tried to strike me, until Davies, who' d burst in, saw it wasn' t me.
"You' re not suicidal," he whispered. "Something else was controlling you."
He set up a livestream, making my forced stay at a "safe house" public, only for a chilling message to appear on my screen, "WE CAN GET TO YOU ANYWHERE."
Then, a porcelain doll-Sarah' s childhood doll, supposedly lost for years-appeared at my window, its face frozen in a scream.
The lights went out, and in the darkness, my mother, her eyes wide and blank, attacked me with a shard of glass, whispering, "The signal is the vessel."
The next morning, the doctors diagnosed me with "severe schizoaffective disorder, with acute paranoid delusions."
My parents finally broke, signing the commitment papers when a psychiatrist presented a photo altered to show me with a different sister, Eva, claiming Sarah was just my cousin, that their decade of lies was to "protect" me.
I realized then, in the sterile silence of the psychiatric facility, that this wasn' t a ghost story, but a controlled experiment.
And I heard a name whispered in the halls: Marcus Thorne, the vanished founder of Blackwood Tech, now a VIP patient on the top floor.
They thought they had trapped me, broken me.
But they had just given me a new purpose, a new identity, and a clear target. The Doctor's Redemption
Romance The grand hall was silent, a suffocating blanket. I stared at the engagement photo, a smiling lie from a life that was now a ghost story.
Just back from a humanitarian mission, I expected wedding bells, but David Hayes, the man I was supposed to marry, had moved another woman into our home, my clothes gone, my future surgically removed.
He introduced her, Seraphina Thorne, a social media star, her smile as artificial as the diamonds on her wrist, while he couldn' t even meet my eyes.
When I demanded to speak to him alone, he coolly replied, "Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Seraphina." The public humiliation stung like a physical blow.
His gaze was that of a stranger. My year away, he claimed, showed him what he truly wanted: a "partner" who strengthened his position, not a "distraction" like me, the doctor who saved lives.
Then came the final cut: he wouldn't let me leave. I was to stay, wear his gifts, and smile at their engagement party, or he would destroy my brother Michael's journalistic career.
Trapped, humiliated, and reduced to a pawn in his cruel game, I felt the walls of the gilded cage close in. Was this the price of love, or was I merely an asset to be discarded and then reclaimed?
That night, as David, my former fiancé and now my captor, forced a sapphire necklace around my neck saying, "You' re still mine," I knew I had to find a way out. I needed to break free from the ashes of my past and reclaim the life I had lost. The Con and the CEO
Billionaires My life was a carefully constructed empire – a tech CEO with a groundbreaking project, wealth, and the perfect fiancée, Chloe.
Then, a ghost from my past shattered it all: my estranged brother, Ethan, weak and dying, called claiming to have pancreatic cancer.
I brought him into my home, sacrificing everything – Chloe' s trust, my company, my reputation – to care for him, only to discover it was all a monstrous lie, a calculated plot to strip me bare.
Caught in a web of deceit, publicly humiliated, and facing utter ruin, an unimaginable horror unfolded: Ethan wasn't just a conman; he was responsible for our mother's death.
Stripped of all illusions, I had to choose: succumb to the darkness or fight back with every fiber of my being. The Impostor Heiress
Young Adult My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the culmination of a perfect life, the grand debutante ball cementing my place in Dallas society.
I was Gabrielle Johns, poised, confident, and ready to claim the life I' d meticulously prepared for, always mindful of the recurring nightmare of a girl screaming I was a fake.
Then, just as my father was about to speak, the ballroom doors burst open.
A girl, Maria Chavez, a wild, aggressive stranger, stood there.
She pointed directly at me, yelling, "She' s a fraud! I am the real Blakely daughter!"
The room plunged into shocked silence, all eyes on me as I registered her worn clothes against my designer gown.
My heart pounded, but a single, calculated tear traced a path down my cheek as I whispered, "Daddy?"
Maria lunged, splashing wine on my white dress, a violent stain shattering the perfect image.
My own brother, Andrew, my closest confidant, then shockingly defended her, presenting a 'DNA report' from a shady lab and claiming her story was true.
He chose her over me, leading this sobbing stranger further into my home, while my fiancé, Wesley, quickly abandoned me for her.
How could my family, my brother, be so easily manipulated, so quick to doubt the daughter they raised, over a desperate plea and a flimsy lie?
Even as the world tilted, a cold resolve settled in my bones.
The dream wasn't a nightmare; it was a warning.
They expected me to break, to crumble.
But I was a strategist, and this was only the first battle.
I would fight for my life, expose the impostor, and reclaim everything that was rightfully mine. Soul Survivor: Building Hope From Hell
Modern The air around me reeked of gasoline, a sharp tang that somehow mixed with the familiar scent of ancient leather from my family' s priceless library. My phone buzzed, Maria's name flashing on the screen, but I ignored it, focused on the tiny, dancing flame of the lighter in my hand.
Then came her text: "Jocelyn, what the HELL are you doing?! The staff is freaking out! They said you have gasoline! Are you insane? I'm calling the police to have you committed!"
Insane. That' s what they' d label me. A cold smile touched my lips. Let them. They had no idea what was coming.
Seven days from now, "The Veiling" would tear our world apart, merging it with a nightmarish spirit realm. I knew this because I had already lived through it. And died in it.
The last time, I was naive, trusting my best friend, Maria, and my boyfriend, Ethan. I shared my meticulously prepared sanctuary, gave them everything. They rewarded me by pushing me outside to a monster. They feasted on my supplies, while I, disfigured and broken, became their pet. Then, they tortured me, sacrificing my very life force to empower their stolen haven, watching with triumphant glee as my world went dark.
I died believing I was utterly alone, used, and discarded. I died wondering how those I trusted most could become such monsters.
But I came back. Reborn. And this time, I remembered everything. This time, their twisted game was just the first step in my ultimate revenge. The Husband She Tried To Bury
Modern My life as a successful game developer was comfortable, despite the slow drift from my wife, Chloe.
Then, an anonymous link shattered my world: vile, digitally altered photos of my parents, smeared as "hicks" living off my "dirty money." When they bravely decided to confront these lies, a devastating car accident left them critically injured.
At the hospital, Chloe and her childhood friend, Liam, chillingly delayed my parents' critical surgeries, worsening their fragile condition. Chloe then trapped me in a suffocating marriage, siphoning my fortune for three years under the guise of "care" for my parents, even as they languished.
I was a tortured prisoner, constantly reminded of "crimes" I never committed. The sickening truth hit when I overheard Chloe confess everything: the deepfakes, the smear, even orchestrating the accident-all fueled by Liam' s lie that I caused her parents' death.
But she was wrong. So terribly wrong. Her parents were alive, well, and thriving in Italy, because I saved them years ago. That explosive secret ignited a cold fury. My torment was about to turn into a meticulously planned counterattack. The Abandoned Daughter's Price
Young Adult The biting Detroit wind cut through my worn coat.
Every day was a fight, cleaning floors, dodging debt collectors, haunted by the memory of my mother, Eleanor, walking out when I was five.
Then, after two decades of silence, her sleek black SUV appeared outside my rundown apartment.
Eleanor, dripping in luxury, had finally resurfaced.
But her return wasn't for me; it was for my bone marrow, to save her "perfect" son, Leo, who had leukemia.
She demanded my "sisterly duty," then offered a pittance for my life-saving donation.
Her lawyer even tried to intimidate me, threatening to expose my difficult past if I didn't comply.
It was a cold, transactional exchange for the body part she needed.
My bitterness festered.
Abandoned, struggled, and now, I was only valuable for my biology, a pawn in her meticulously crafted perfect life.
Was this my purpose?
To be a disposable resource for the woman who casually discarded me?
The injustice burned.
But then a mysterious informant revealed Eleanor's true secret: Leo was adopted, and her entire marriage to the tech mogul Jason was built on a web of deceit she was desperate to conceal.
My bone marrow wasn't just for saving a life; it was to protect her empire of lies.
This wasn't a request; it was a battle.
And I knew exactly how to win. The Millionaire Wife's Cruel Lie
Billionaires My life revolved around two jobs, every penny for Lily, my daughter' s critical heart surgery.
$50,000 was a fortune for our "struggling" family, a sum my wife, Sarah, supposedly understood.
Then, delivering to a gala one rainy night, I saw her.
Sarah, my wife, shimmering in designer finery, bidding millions for a diamond necklace.
"CEO Sarah Thompson is so generous!" the auctioneer boomed, shattering my world.
My "struggling" wife was a millionaire, lavishing gifts on her ex-husband' s child while ours faced death.
Her ex, Kevin, engineered my firing; Sarah, oblivious, simply dismissed the "incompetent delivery guy."
She continued her cruel charade, denying Lily a simple cake, then abandoning her for Kevin's daughter.
Lily's fragile heart worsened, and we were even ejected from the mall, Sarah silent.
How could she live such a calculating lie for five years, faking poverty and neglecting her own child?
Why sacrifice Lily' s survival for millions spent on another' s?
The raw betrayal left my little girl whispering: "Daddy, did Mommy ever love us?"
I walked away, taking only Lily and our broken trust.
Sarah's desperate pleas were hollow, but Lily' s raw cry, "Mommy, I hate you," forced my decision.
I' d take her money, not for me, but to save my daughter, transforming her deceptive wealth into Lily's only hope. You might like
Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." 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. 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 Beast's Defiant Mate
Lively At the grand Moonwise Festival, my fiancé, Archon Elliott, decided to publicly humiliate me in front of the entire court.
He commanded me to kneel and beg for his betrothal flower, treating me like a broken slave rather than the heir to House Leon.
When I refused, he brought his mistress, Corliss Schneider, into my study to deliver his ultimate punishment.
"Our marriage will be in name only. I will not share your bed, and I will certainly never give you a child."
He wanted to make me a barren laughingstock, while forcing me to publicly request Corliss be made his Junior Consort.
To make things worse, Corliss pulled out a jeweled dagger-the exact kind her cousin had used to cripple my brother's leg.
"On your wedding day, you will take this dagger, and you will slice open your own arm."
She demanded I bleed at the threshold of the Underwood estate as "payment" for offending her.
Elliott didn't stop her. Instead, a dark flicker of pleasure crossed his eyes. He wanted to see me mutilated.
I had wasted years loving a man who blindly protected the woman who ruined my family, believing he could force my submission.
But I didn't cry or beg. I simply laughed at their sheer stupidity. His Unwanted True Mate Is The Secret Pack Heir
Dashing Wave Rider I was lying in the cold delivery room, enduring the agonizing contractions of giving birth to twins.
When I desperately called my fated mate, Alpha Dixon, to tell him the babies were coming, his voice was like ice.
"Let my assistant handle it. Don't call me again."
He hung up, abandoning me for another woman's laughter in the background.
He left me to give birth completely alone, treating me like a pathetic, disposable Omega.
He had even threatened that if I didn't sign the mate rejection papers, he would take my children away forever.
I thought my life was shattered by the man who was supposed to protect me.
But a routine blood test by the hospital's Healer revealed a shocking truth.
I wasn't an orphaned nobody. I was the long-lost pureblood White Wolf heir of the legendary Beaumont Pack.
Within hours, my true family—a powerful Alpha father, a Luna mother, and three fiercely protective brothers—rushed to my side, wrapping me in the absolute authority and wealth of the world's strongest Pack.
Backed by my new family, I summoned Dixon to the Pack Council to formally complete our rejection.
I watched his arrogant face as the clerk asked if I accepted his rejection.
But just as I opened my mouth to sever our bond forever, Dixon froze.
He was hit by an urgent mind-link, and his cold confidence instantly shattered into pure, unadulterated panic.
"We're not done!" he snarled, fleeing the hall before the ceremony could end.
I stood there, staring at the door. What on earth did that mind-link say? 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. 
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