Dong Shengxue
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Flash Marriage to the Dangerous Secret Alpha
Werewolf I was born into a powerful werewolf family, but because my inner wolf never surfaced, my mother treated me like a defective product to be sold off.
When I threw an iced coffee at an arrogant Alpha who demanded I close my beloved coffee shop to become his subservient Luna, my mother finally snapped.
She gave me a terrifying ultimatum: bring home a fiancé by the weekend, or she would forcibly marry me off to a fifty-year-old abusive drunk.
Desperate to protect my life's work and my freedom, I turned to Derrick, a seemingly poor construction worker and forgotten high school acquaintance.
I proposed a fake engagement to get my family off my back.
"There is another option. We get married," he said calmly.
He insisted a real marriage certificate was the only foolproof way to sever my mother's control.
I thought I was making a pragmatic business deal with a harmless, working-class guy who just needed a place to stay.
But when my cheating ex-boyfriend showed up at my shop to harass me, Derrick didn't just step in to defend me.
He caught my ex's wrist and snapped the bones like dry twigs, radiating a terrifying, primal power that brought the entire room to a dead silence.
"Get. Out."
Looking at the ruthless predator standing protectively in front of me, I realized my new husband wasn't a nobody at all.
I hadn't just escaped my family's cage; I had legally bound myself to the most dangerous monster of them all. Flash Marriage To The Fake Comatose Billionaire
Romance Phoenix Tucker married a comatose billionaire to escape the deadly assassins hunting her.
But her perfect, wealthy hideout quickly turned into a terrifying trap when she realized her "vegetable" husband, Cale Sterling, might be faking it.
During a mandatory sponge bath, she noticed his muscles were like coiled steel, and his body reacted instinctively to her touch. That same night, when she sneaked out to an underground club in her assassin alter-ego, a masked man ambushed her. He possessed terrifying strength and the exact same cedarwood and snow scent as her comatose husband. He effortlessly pinned her against a brick wall, his body an unyielding cage.
"They call you Whisper."
He spoke her secret codename before vanishing into the shadows, leaving her breathless and terrified. Rushing back to the mansion, Phoenix viciously twisted the flesh of Cale's cheek until it bruised, desperate to force a reaction. Yet, he didn't even flinch. His heart monitor remained perfectly steady, absorbing the agonizing pain in total silence.
She stared at the angry red marks on his flawless face, her mind reeling with dread and confusion. How could a man who endured such brutal torture without a single twitch be the same lethal predator who overpowered her hours ago? What kind of monster was sharing her bed?
Dropping her timid country-girl facade, Phoenix locked her eyes on his still form. If her new husband wanted to play a deadly game of deception, she was going to tear off his mask and expose every secret he was hiding. My Fake Husband Is A Secret Billionaire
Romance Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage. Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter
Billionaires I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster. Trapped By My Possessive Billionaire Ex
Romance I spent four entire years successfully hiding from the man who used to control my life.
But today, my nightmare became reality when he suddenly appeared in my computer science lecture hall as a billionaire tech giant and our new Guest Teaching Assistant.
Under the shocked stares of hundreds of students, Holland Klein draped his custom suit jacket over my freezing shoulders, completely cutting off my escape.
He ruthlessly infiltrated every corner of my life within hours, hacking my highly private new phone number and forcing my sick, trembling body into his bulletproof Maybach.
He permanently blacklisted a senior student from the entire East Coast tech industry just for disrespecting me, and then used my dream internship to blackmail me into becoming his personal assistant.
"Since you can't even take care of yourself, I have no choice but to supervise you personally."
I was terrified, humiliated, and completely suffocated by his absolute control.
Why was this powerful monster haunting my life like a ghost, refusing to let me go after I ran away four years ago?
When he trapped me against the cold wall of his office and shoved the highly confidential competition data into my chest, daring me to prove I didn't need him, I finally made a choice.
Running was no longer an option; if I wanted my freedom, I had to beat him at his own twisted game. The Billionaire's Captive: Debt Of Love
Modern Ten years ago, a storm tore through Burke Manor and destroyed my life. I was just an eight-year-old orphan hiding in the shadows when a rotted balcony railing gave way, sending the heir to the Burke fortune plummeting to the pavement.
Before the ambulance even arrived, the lie was set in stone.
"She pushed him!" my rival screamed, and the world instantly branded me a murderer.
I was hauled away in a police cruiser, losing everything. A decade later, I was an eighteen-year-old mechanic in Queens, covered in grease and struggling to keep my Nana Rose alive.
But the past doesn't stay buried. Finn Burke returned in a black Maybach, looking like a predatory emperor. When Nana suffered a massive heart attack, the hospital demanded a deposit I couldn't pay, and Finn was there with a checkbook and a contract of "indebted servitude."
He bought my grandmother's life and, in exchange, he bought me. He dragged me back to the manor, locked a titanium GPS shackle around my wrist, and forced me to be his personal caretaker.
He wants me to manage his pain, to bathe him, and to look at his crippled legs every day as a reminder of the "sin" he says I committed. He calls me his property, a slave to a debt I can never repay.
But while massaging his legs, I felt something impossible—muscle tone and reactive tension that shouldn't exist after ten years of paralysis.
He thinks he’s broken me, but he’s forgotten one thing. I’m a mechanic; I know when someone is hiding what’s under the hood.
Finn Burke is lying about his legs, and I’m going to find out why, even if I have to burn this manor down to get the truth. The Price Of His Public Betrayal
Modern On New Year's Eve, I was ready to go public with my secret boyfriend of a year, Alberto.
Instead, I watched him kiss another woman and announce their engagement in front of my own parents.
He didn't just break my heart; he publicly humiliated me.
"And this is Charlotte," he said with a cold smile. "She's like a little sister to me."
He had systematically erased every trace of our year together, even packing my things from his apartment-our home-into a storage unit to make room for his new fiancée.
A year of stolen kisses and whispered promises, all a lie. He had used me, then tried to erase me, expecting me to quietly disappear.
But when I quit my job, he tracked me down at the airport, thinking he could threaten me back into line. Instead, I gave him an ultimatum: transfer $100,000 to my account, or his new fiancée would get a full, detailed history of our 'secret affair,' complete with screenshots. Faked Death, True Revenge Begins
Modern For five years, I was the devoted girlfriend of a corporate heir, Alden Stone. He gave me a single red rose every month, a symbol of his love. But it was all a beautifully crafted lie.
On our anniversary, I discovered the truth: the roses were named "Gabriella," for the woman he was obsessed with. He didn't just break my heart; he stole my life's work-a revolutionary cancer formula-and gave it to her to secure their family alliance.
At the gala celebrating her supposed genius, I confronted him.
"Don't make a scene," he hissed, his eyes cold. "Gabriella is pregnant. If you try to expose her, I will personally see to it that your career is over."
From the stage, Gabriella gave me a predatory smile, flaunting a diamond bracelet I had designed for myself.
My love, my future, my life's work-all sacrificed for his obsession. He had played me for a fool and left me with nothing.
So I faked my death. I recorded a video exposing their lies, set it to go viral, and sailed his yacht straight into a storm. The world would believe Katelynn Walls was dead, but I was just getting started. His Rival, Her Redemption
Romance It was my ninety-ninth wedding day with Mark Johnson, ten years of my life waiting, and I stood on the cold stone steps of City Hall, my simple white dress already damp.
My phone rang. It was him. "Olivia, I can't make it today." He was ditching our wedding, our ninety-ninth attempt, for a limited edition Chronos watch for his mistress, Sarah Miller.
The rain soaked into my hair, my dress, my soul. He hung up. My bouquet of white roses scattered on the wet pavement. Ten years. Ninety-nine broken promises. I had put so many projects on hold for him, for a future he never intended to build.
A wave of cold fury washed over me. "He's not coming, is he?" A deep, smooth voice asked. Liam Black, Mark's biggest business rival, stood under a large black umbrella.
I laughed, a bitter, broken sound. "I've had enough proposals for one lifetime." He looked at me, a flicker of something I couldn't read in his cool, intelligent gray eyes. "Marry me instead," he said.
I stared. He was honest. It was business. A power play. And I was tired of being a pawn in Mark's game. "You want to marry me to piss off Mark?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "And you need an escape. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement." My voice tasted like freedom. "Okay, let's get married." The Prophet Cop's Treachery
Modern I announced my retirement, and the whole SWAT team erupted in celebration.
They popped champagne, hoisted me onto their shoulders, cheering.
Only one person wasn' t celebrating: Ethan, my rising star colleague, pushing through the crowd, face pale, eyes desperate.
He was searching for me.
The media swarmed, asking how he felt about "Prophet Cop" Alex retiring.
He forced a smile, "Captain Alex is a legend. We'll all miss him. He taught me everything I know."
Lies. All of it.
Because this wasn't the first time.
In my previous life, a decorated SWAT leader, my career was flawless until Ethan, with his "danger prediction," arrived.
He' d sense hidden bombs, get hunches about suspects' locations, always right.
He became the "Prophet Cop." I became the joke.
The team mocked me; the public called me incompetent.
My fiancée, Sarah, also my second-in-command, had stopped me on our final mission.
"Alex, wait! Ethan says it's too dangerous for you to go first."
As I hesitated, she shoved me.
I tumbled over the cliff edge, the last thing I saw was her cold face, standing beside Ethan.
They didn't save me.
Then, darkness.
And I woke up in my own bed, phone buzzing with a message about a hostage rescue operation.
The same day. The day I fell.
I had a second chance.
I remembered this day, the beginning of the end, when Ethan publicly overshadowed me.
I wouldn't let it happen again.
"Gear up," I ordered. "We're changing the route."
But as we screeched to a halt, the warehouse was already surrounded.
By the Narcotics Unit.
And standing there, cuffing the last suspects, was Ethan.
"What the hell?" Miller muttered. "How did they get here so fast?"
I remembered this exact scene: We arrived late, a hostage died, and I was blamed.
Sarah accused me of incompetence, Director Thompson, my mentor, backed her. My career was ruined.
I stood there, watching Ethan soak up the glory, and made a vow.
This time, history would not repeat itself. From Ashes: My Unclaimed Life
Young Adult At just ten years old, my life in the sleepy, fading town of Oakhaven was unremarkable.
We were a hardworking family, simple and honest, clinging to the quiet hopes for a decent future.
Then Brittany Evans, who lived just a few houses down, cornered me by the old park swingset.
Her voice was too grave for a child, her eyes too knowing.
She declared, "Everything good that's supposed to happen to you? It's mine now. I'm taking it all."
She claimed to be reincarnated, privy to the "original script" of my life.
And she proceeded to steal it.
My father' s long-awaited promotion, my mother' s cherished dream of a small business, even my crucial college scholarship-all systematically diverted to Britt or her parents.
When a devastating flood wiped out our home and savings, Britt merely smirked, claiming it was her "prediction," clearing the way for her own gains.
We were left with nothing, forced to abandon the town.
How could one family so consistently snatch away every opportunity?
Was Britt genuinely disturbed, or was there an unsettling truth to her chilling pronouncements?
The utter injustice, the persistent feeling of being targeted by an unseen force, left me confused, isolated, and raw with a burning, desperate rage.
But as we left Oakhaven, facing an uncertain future, a fierce determination rose within me.
Britt thought she' d stolen my fate.
She was wrong.
I would build a new life, brick by brick, far from her reach.
A life she could never, ever claim as her own. Beyond The Headlines
Modern It was the grand opening of my dream restaurant, Aura, the culmination of years of hard work, my moment of triumph as an acclaimed chef.
But then, a woman I barely knew, Isabella Vance, stormed in and publicly declared my husband, Ethan, was her husband, waving a marriage certificate dated years before I even met him.
My perfect night shattered, replaced by screeching headlines, ruined bookings, and vicious online attacks branding me a homewrecker.
My daughter, Lily, came home crying, asking why kids said Daddy had another Mommy.
Ethan, the man who swore he loved me, became a ghost, offering only evasive "it's complicated" excuses as Isabella unleashed a relentless public smear campaign against me, even involving my own protégé.
How could the man I built a life with, the father of my child, harbor such a devastating secret?
Every truth he withheld felt like a fresh stab, leaving me reeling in a vortex of humiliation and betrayal, with nowhere to hide.
My entire life was collapsing, and the world watched, laughing.
Now, trapped in a nightmare of lies and public assaults, I have only one choice: fight for my daughter and expose the insidious truth, no matter the cost. The Girl They Buried Alive
Young Adult Every day of my life, I, Hailey, was keenly aware I was nothing but an unwanted burden to my parents, Frank and Brenda, their every word and action reserved instead for my coddled younger brother, Kevin.
Thanksgiving approached, and their solution to saving money for Kevin's new gaming console was horrific: I was to travel hundreds of miles, locked inside an old, smelly footlocker, checked as luggage on a Greyhound bus.
Buried in suffocating darkness, I scratched at the lid with weakening fingers as the air dwindled, until my desperate struggle became nothing more than a final gasp before floating into oblivion.
Upon arrival, my parents, eager to enjoy the holiday, left my tomb in a corner, only to casually open it a day later to find my lifeless, blue body, eliciting Frank's curse and Brenda's chilling remark about the "bad luck" I brought before they paid a local man, with the money saved from my bus fare and food, to bury me swiftly and quietly in an unmarked grave, forgotten for Kevin's new treats.
To them, my life was merely an obstacle, and my agonizing death was nothing more than an inconvenience, solidifying their profound and terrifying indifference towards me.
But then, with a choked gasp, I bolted upright in my bed, the morning sun streaming through my window, and realized I had been given an impossible second chance: it was the same fateful Thanksgiving morning, the old footlocker by the door, and this time, I wouldn't just obey. The Woman Who Broke Me
Billionaires Ethan Miller, a successful architect, believed he had it all – a fulfilling career and a beautiful, powerful wife, Isabella Vanderbilt, the CEO of a luxury empire whose name dripped old money. Publicly, they were Manhattan's golden couple, striving to conceive a Vanderbilt heir.
But his seemingly perfect life shattered when he discovered Izzy' s chilling deception: unable to conceive naturally, she had secretly orchestrated a plan with Liam O' Connell, a younger man disturbingly similar to Ethan, to be the sperm donor and pass his child off as Ethan's.
His cherished home transformed into a gilded prison at their Hamptons estate as Izzy isolated and gaslighted him, her cold ambition eclipsing any remorse. He was subjected to a horrific ordeal, physically and psychologically tormented by Liam, the very man who usurped his place and lineage.
How could the woman he loved and trusted so deeply betray him with such cruel precision, turning his entire existence into a meticulously crafted lie? The pain of her treachery was a physical wound, deepening his confusion and overwhelming sense of injustice.
Just as despair threatened to consume him, facing ultimate humiliation and potential death, a dramatic rescue by his brother revealed the full, brutal scope of Izzy's manipulations. Now, Ethan must decide whether to seek justice and rebuild a life far from the wreckage, or remain tethered to the toxic legacy that nearly destroyed him, and the child caught in its snare. The Ballerina's Broken Steps
Modern Ava Miller, a twenty-one-year-old ballerina, had loved her step-brother Ethan Hayes since she was fifteen.
For six years, their passionate, secret affair was her entire world, filled with whispered promises of Europe and forever.
She believed he was her soulmate, the king to her queen in their private realm.
But after a horrific car accident shattered her legs, the truth shattered her heart even more profoundly.
From her hospital bed, she overheard Ethan, the man she adored, calmly admitting he orchestrated the crash.
He sneered, revealing their entire relationship was a meticulously planned revenge plot against her mother.
He wanted to destroy her dancing career and publicly humiliate her, calling her a "gold-digger's daughter."
Her dreams, her body, and every memory of their stolen moments were reduced to a tool in his cruel game.
Even as he feigned devastation and vowed to care for her, her world crumbled into excruciating pain and utter betrayal.
He later brought his childhood love, Chloe Vanderbilt, into their home, showcasing his true affections right before Ava's eyes.
He then abandoned Ava, leaving her to die, not once, but twice.
Six years of her youth, her devotion, her very self, were all a lie, a twisted performance for his twisted revenge.
How could the man she loved so deeply harbor such venomous hatred?
The raw agony of his betrayal was a physical ache, eclipsing even her broken bones.
But as her mother offered a sliver of hope for recovery in Vail, a fierce, cold determination ignited within Ava.
She vowed to heal, escape, and make him pay for every tear, every broken bone, and every beautiful, shattered lie.
Her revenge would be swift, public, and far more devastating than anything Ethan could have imagined. Inheritance of Lies: The Daughter's Revenge
Modern My fiancé, Jake, stood impatiently by the Greyhound bus, his hand on my back, promising a new life away from our dying West Virginia town.
But this wasn't our first trip. In another life, just moments after boarding this very bus, his hands closed around my throat. I remembered the cold fury in his eyes and the hiss of another woman's name: Brittany.
That life ended with my world going dark. My hero father' s legacy, his survivor benefits, and even his house, systematically stolen by Jake' s family, the Millers. They' d taken me in after Grandma died, only to exploit every cent, while Brittany, the town's "it girl," brazenly used my father's name for her own gain, all with Sheriff Miller's complicit blessing.
How could I have been so naive? So blind to Jake's possessive obsession with Brittany? To the quiet exploitation that turned my father's honorable memory into a tool for their greedy schemes? The realization burned, a colder wrath than death itself.
Now, I' m back. The naive Ava is dead, burned away by the memory of my own murder. This time, I won't just board the bus; I'll wait. I' ll make them wait. Because this second chance isn't about escaping-it's about justice. For my father, for my stolen life. And I know Jake remembers too. He' s already planning. You might like
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 Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." 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." Alphas Rejection, Supremes Obsession
Cerise R. Wood "You were his Luna," Lucien's voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine."
Evelara's breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I'll fall into your bed just because you're the Supreme?"
A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You'll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit... that I'm the bond he never deserved."
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Evelara Stormrune's life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again.
But fate isn't finished with her...
When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not-ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own.
Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole... or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel? Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Rabbit As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me.
Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King.
My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss.
His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
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