Chen Ziluo
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His Defiant Luna: The Lycan King's Contract Bride
Werewolf I was waiting at the freezing airport for my fiancé when my phone buzzed with a dashcam alert from my other car.
Opening the app, I was paralyzed by the sight of my fiancé, Floyd, tangled in the backseat with my own sister, Charlotte.
"Alexa is a wolfless failure. I'm only marrying her for the pack shares," he groaned on the screen.
When I brought the damning footage back to the packhouse, expecting my uncle to punish their betrayal, he unleashed his Alpha aura on me instead.
"To prevent a scandal, the engagement is hereby transferred to Charlotte," my uncle declared coldly, blaming me for risking their corporate alliances.
My aunt sneered, telling me that if I walked out those doors, I would be nothing but a pathetic rogue who would die in the streets.
I was the true heir to my late father's legacy, yet I was standing entirely alone in a house of thieves.
But the agonizing betrayal didn't break me. It rapidly cooled, hardening into an impenetrable armor of ice around my heart. I had nothing left to lose, which meant I was free to destroy them.
I packed my core trust fund documents and went straight to Alaric Maxwell—the terrifying, ruthless Lycan King who supposedly repulsed all physical touch.
I offered him a clinical, fake marriage to crush my uncle, completely unaware that the apex predator had already set an inescapable trap to claim me as his forever. Stealing My Brother's Bride: The Ice‑Hockey Star's Obsession
Modern I went to my fiancé's apartment with a surprise, only to find my best friend's Jimmy Choo heels in the dark entryway.
Through the cracked bedroom door, I recorded the muffled gasps and filthy words of my fiancé, Kennedy, and my best friend, Bree.
Devastated, I fled to a dive bar, got blackout drunk, and begged a stranger to take me away.
"Take me away from here, to a place where there are no traitors."
We had a wild, desperate one-night stand, but the next morning, the man who walked out of the bathroom was Blake Ferguson, my fiancé's terrifying older brother.
Instead of letting me go, Blake trapped me. He humiliated Bree in public, forced his way into my apartment with his own key, and claimed me as his own.
When Kennedy came knocking, Blake hid in my closet, only to brutally beat his brother into the hospital later that night just to send me a warning.
I didn't understand why this powerful man wanted to own me, or how my life had suddenly become a gilded cage with bodyguards at my door.
But I wouldn't just be a broken victim.
I would get my revenge on my cheating fiancé and my backstabbing best friend, and as for the devil who locked me in this cage, I would win my life back, or die trying. You Treasure Her, While Ten Tycoons Spoil Me
Romance My husband of three years suddenly brought his mistress and her son into our home.
Without a hint of emotion, Jude threw a divorce agreement at me and told me to pack my things immediately so they could move in.
I signed the papers and walked away without taking a single penny.
But just hours later, a black SUV intentionally ran me over in a dark alley, shattering my leg.
The men who did it sneered, saying their boss wanted me out of New York permanently.
At the hospital, I was prepped for an emergency surgery to save my leg from permanent disability.
But Jude, who owned the hospital, ordered my operating room shut down.
He forced the entire surgical team to abandon me just to treat a minor cut on his mistress's finger.
Lying there in agony, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved for three years could be so monstrous.
He didn't just want to erase our marriage; he wanted to destroy my life completely.
When I finally woke up after being saved by a friend, Jude was standing by my bed, trying to explain.
I looked at him calmly and spoke.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
I vowed right then that I would stay in New York and take back everything he owed me.
And just a few hours later, his precious new son mysteriously disappeared. Shattered Vows: The Unwanted Wife's Escape
Romance I played the perfect, obedient trophy wife to billionaire Haiden Moran for three years.
But the Monday after his grandfather's funeral, he coldly handed me divorce papers.
He offered a massive payout, calling our marriage a "buyout of my time." I was never his wife, just a prop to secure his inheritance.
That night, after a chaotic run-in at a club, he dragged me back to our penthouse. In a desperate, drug-fueled haze, we crossed the line.
But when I woke up the next morning, covered in marks, his side of the bed was completely cold. He had snuck out like a thief.
Seeking a final sliver of closure, I called his private number.
A breathless, feminine voice answered instead.
"Mr. Moran left his phone here. Oh, and I have his fresh shirt ironed and ready."
My blood ran cold. He had left my bed and gone straight to another woman. My three years of devotion meant absolutely nothing.
I permanently blocked his number, severed all our joint accounts, and booked a one-way first-class ticket to Maui to disappear forever.
But just as the plane doors were about to close, a man walked down the aisle and casually sat in the seat right next to mine.
It was Haiden. The Vanished Luna: Returning to Reject the Alpha
Werewolf "Not guilty."
With those two words, my husband, the Alpha, acquitted his mistress of poisoning my mother.
I had the toxicology reports. I had the receipts. But Garrison didn't care.
He looked me in the eye, his hand resting possessively on Keyla's back, and told me to stop making a scene.
That was just the beginning of my hell.
He moved Keyla into our master suite and forced me into the servant's quarters.
"Since you can't give me strong pups," he sneered, "you can serve those who do."
I became the maid in my own home, washing Keyla's silk lingerie while she wore my Luna robes.
When I tried to fight back, he used the Alpha Command to silence me and locked me in a room filled with silver dust that burned my skin like acid.
He even drugged me and offered me to a rival Alpha just to secure a timber deal.
He thought he had broken me. He thought I was just a weak Omega who would eventually fade away.
But he forgot that my mother taught me everything about poisons.
On the night of the yacht party, I didn't just jump into the dark ocean to escape.
I jumped to be reborn.
I flushed my wedding ring, severed the bond, and let the icy water swallow Janette the victim.
Garrison thought I was dead.
He didn't know that the ocean wouldn't kill me. It would awaken my true bloodline.
And when I came back, I wasn't his wife anymore.
I was a White Wolf, and I was going to burn his pack to the ground. Mistaken for a Rogue: The Alpha's True Heir
Werewolf I was eight years old when my father, Alpha Derek, raided the rogue bunker to save my mother.
I thought I was finally safe.
But because I reeked of the wolfsbane chemicals used to hide my scent, my mother looked at me with pure disgust.
"Get that thing away from me! It smells like him!" she shrieked.
To protect his traumatized mate, my father didn't check my DNA. He threw me into the garage to sleep on oily rags.
For months, I was the true Alpha's daughter, yet I was forced to eat dog food while they pampered a fake orphan named Kylie in my place.
When Kylie ordered the guard dog to tear my arm open, my mother stood at the window.
Instead of saving me, she let the maid close the curtains so she wouldn't have to see the blood.
I only became useful when my father got into a critical car crash.
They drained my rare "Moon Blood" to save his life, then immediately signed papers to ship me off to a labor camp to get rid of the "stain" on their family.
They thought I was a dirty rogue.
They didn't know the chemical smell was masking the rarest bloodline in a century.
I am not a rogue.
I am a White Wolf.
And just as my grandfather discovers the DNA results and falls to his knees in regret, the most powerful pack in the North has already arrived to claim me as their queen. The Woman I Saved Destroyed Me
Horror One moment, I was crossing the street, holding my fiancée Olivia' s hand, laughing about our future.
The next, a careening black sedan was aimed right at her.
There was no time to think; I pushed her to safety, taking the hit myself.
I woke up three years later, my face a ruin, my body a stranger to me.
But the real horror began when I saw Olivia on TV-a celebrity, crying beautiful, convincing tears about her supposedly devoted fiancé, who she visited "every day."
She even fooled me, lying there paralyzed in my hospital bed, while I dreamed of returning to her.
After grueling surgeries and therapy, I went home to surprise her.
Instead, I found her celebrating with my best friend, Mark, who confessed they' d let my frail mother "waste away" and seized all my assets.
My mother, gone. My home, desecrated.
The woman I saved, the friend I trusted, had systematically destroyed everything I loved, believing I was a "vegetable."
My world shattered again, replaced by a burning desire for vengeance.
I was no longer the man I used to be.
I was a ghost, returned to reclaim what was mine and make them pay. Her Regret, His Peace
Romance They told me it was a contract marriage, a deal to save my mother' s life.
In reality, it was my own slow death sentence.
For three years, I was hired to be Chloe Davis' s husband, the man she blamed for ruining her life after her high school sweetheart dumped her.
I endured her endless parade of boyfriends, her daily allowance of five dollars, and constant humiliation, all to ensure my ailing mother received the best care.
Then, the day my mother died, Chloe' s assistant called, demanding I return home from the funeral to make snacks for a party.
Chloe, my wife, had no idea my mother was gone.
Days later, I learned the truth: my mother had committed suicide to free me, after Chloe' s cousin, Jake Stone, maliciously convinced her that she was an inescapable burden.
That night, at a club, Chloe poured red wine over my head for Jake' s amusement.
But the ultimate betrayal came when I collapsed from malnutrition and exhaustion.
Chloe visited me in the hospital, not with concern, but to demand I take the fall for Jake' s drunk driving accident.
The irony was suffocating; her own reckless driving had caused the power outage that shut down my mother' s life support, effectively killing her.
"No," I told her, my voice finally firm after years of silence.
"I want a divorce."
Her shock was absolute; I had never defied her.
Before I could escape, Jake ambushed me, confessing his role in my mother' s death, triggering a rage that landed me back in the hospital.
Yet, Chloe watched as her bodyguards, on her command, broke my ribs and crushed my painting hand.
Why had my life become this torment?
Why had I, a quiet artist, become the target of such unbridled cruelty?
I left with my mother' s ashes, leaving behind all the money, and promised myself I' d never look back. His Penance, My Freedom
Billionaires Two years, Alex.
It's been two years.
My whisper was dry, lost in the cold, vast living room where I knelt on marble, gripping his expensive trousers.
For two years, since his mother' s death, this had been my life, my prison.
He blamed me, twisted a lie of grief into his truth: I' d hidden her sickness for his company' s IPO.
Every week, a different woman.
They wore my robes, used my perfume, slept in our bed.
My task: welcome, serve, clean.
I swallowed humiliation because my father was sick, his treatments astronomically expensive.
Alex Thorne, my husband, was my only hope.
But when I begged for money, for my father on his deathbed, Alex sneered, "Let him die."
"It's what he deserves for having a daughter like you."
Then the hospital called: My father was gone.
He took his own life, leaving a note, not wanting to be a burden.
I was on my knees, begging for a life already lost.
"Problem solved," Alex chirped to his current paramour, tossing my phone aside.
My world shattered.
He was a monster who savored my pain.
Something inside me snapped.
The part that endured, that hoped, broke.
"No," I said, rising on shaky legs.
"I want a divorce, Alex."
He laughed, demanding I apologize to his mistress, then commanded me to clean toilets with a toothbrush.
He was mocking me.
Humiliating me.
Using my deepest wounds as his amusement.
But as I knelt once more, a single thought crystallised: I wouldn't just leave him.
I would erase him.
And when he then shoved me, triggering a terrifying pain and a warm, wet sensation, I knew my silent revolution had just begun.
He might have killed my father and our unborn child, but he had just awakened the storm within me. Hidden From Him
Romance Growing up in her uncle Ethan's quiet mansion after her mother died, Sarah secretly fell in love with her charismatic guardian, a prominent figure in Austin's tech scene. On her 21st birthday, emboldened by champagne and years of unspoken longing, Sarah kissed him. To her astonishment, he kissed her back. The next morning, he proposed marriage, even offering a lavish $500,000 as a "wedding gift." Her heart soared – the man she loved wanted her!
But her joy turned to ice when she accidentally stumbled upon his private messages. The "proposal" was a calculated sham, a desperate ploy to win back his ex-girlfriend, Jessica. He called Sarah a "pawn," the money a "payoff," planning to "deal with" her once Jessica returned. Her world shattered in a million pieces as she overheard him smugly tell Jessica he would merely "send her away" or make her "disappear." The man she idolized had brutally exposed himself as a manipulative monster.
How could he, her guardian, her supposed fiancé, treat her with such cold disdain? The betrayal stung, leaving her hollow and humiliated. Refusing to be cast aside like a discarded toy, Sarah secretly canceled their wedding. After a fierce, public confrontation where she declared their engagement over, a shocked confidante of Ethan's approached her with a chilling proposition: to fake her own death and vanish, making a clean break from the man who had mercilessly used her. The Monte Cristo Heiress
Billionaires My family, the Thompsons, was crumbling, and I was paraded before the powerful elite, the Ashworths, Albrights, and Cartwrights, supposedly to secure a lifeline through a strategic marriage.
My childhood friends-Caleb, Leo, and Julian-were the intended targets.
But at a humiliating dinner, they didn't just reject me; Julian, the one I'd always trusted, dropped a bomb: it was a bet, a game to see if he could "rehabilitate the fallen Ava Thompson."
Shattered, I fled, inventing a boyfriend, a lie that miraculously led me to Nate, a kind outsider who made me feel truly seen.
Our fragile peace was my escape, until the day my past violently resurfaced.
Nate wasn't just a quiet artist; he was Caleb's vengeful cousin, the mastermind behind the vicious cyberbullying that had nearly destroyed me last year, using my pain to further his own twisted agenda.
The betrayal was a gut punch, realizing I'd walked from one manipulator's hands into a far more insidious trap.
How could I have been so blind, so foolish, to be used and discarded again and again?
But this time, the helplessness curdled into ice-cold rage; I wouldn't be a victim anymore, I would be the architect of my own fate.
I meticulously exposed Nate' s dark scheme, watching his carefully constructed life implode.
Yet, my father, in a last desperate gamble, drugged Caleb and me, staging a fake engagement scandal to seize control of the Ashworth fortune.
Cornered, but seeing an undeniable opening, I turned to Julian, the original betrayer, and whispered, "It was always you."
He swallowed the lie, becoming my unwitting protector and weapon.
Julian tore down my father, rescued my mother, crushed Caleb, and ensured my absolute safety, believing it was for love.
When everything was finally secured, I left him a single, symbolic book-"The Count of Monte Cristo"-and disappeared, finally truly free. The Price of Devotion: His Other Woman's Lies
Billionaires I was Sarah Miller, Marcus Thorne' s wife, a public asset in his gleaming empire.
Our life, from galas to high-stakes business, was a meticulously crafted facade.
But Marcus' s true devotion was reserved for Vivian Hayes, his late partner' s widow and mother of his son, Leo.
He canceled our feverish daughter Lily' s doctor' s appointment because Leo had a "sniffle."
He fired a man for upsetting Vivian.
I was always the shield, absorbing his neglect, but the line blurred when I confronted him about Vivian' s abuse of Lily.
He didn' t just dismiss it; he raised his hand. Not at me, but at our own daughter.
He slapped Lily, a sharp, sickening crack across her small cheek.
Time stopped.
Lily cried out, a small, choked sound.
Marcus, his face a mask of cold indifference, simply muttered about "respecting Vivian."
Later that night, reeking of Vivian' s cloying perfume, he attempted a reconciliation, only to abandon me again when she called with another supposed "panic attack."
My little girl, her cheek still red, crept into my room, quietly, heartbreakingly.
Her small hand found mine.
"Mommy," she whispered, her voice clear despite the pain, "He' s left us for her a hundred times."
Her words, old with a child' s painful wisdom, finally shattered the last, desperate shred of my endurance and hope. The final piece of my former self crumbled to dust.
She looked at me, her eyes resolute.
"Let' s go. We don' t need him."
And in that moment, as she clung to me, I knew this wasn't just about escape.
We wouldn't just leave quietly. No. We would make them pay.
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His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. 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." 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 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. 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? 
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