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Pregnant And Rejected: The Omega He Cast Aside
Werewolf My hands trembled as I smoothed my dress, waiting for Alpha Arthur to return. He had survived the transplant. I thought our Fated bond would finally be sealed.
But when the heavy doors swung open, the warmth I expected was gone.
Arthur walked in clutching another woman, Diana. He looked at me like I was a stain on the rug.
"The Moon Goddess played a trick," he sneered, his eyes glazed with a chemical devotion. "My donor's blood chooses her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."
He didn't just reject me; he made me a servant in my own home. When Diana framed me for breaking a ring, Arthur didn't hesitate. He ordered the Silver Whip.
"Arthur, please! I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.
"Stop lying to save your skin," he spat.
He lashed me ten times with wolfsbane-dipped leather. I lay in the snow, feeling the warm blood of my miscarriage soak the ground, while he walked away to comfort his mistress.
He killed his own son for a lie.
That night, I signed my rejection in blood and vanished into the darkness.
Five months later, I returned. Not as a weak Omega, but as the legendary White Wolf, holding the hand of the most powerful Alpha in the region.
Arthur fell to his knees in the mud when he saw me, weeping. "I'll do anything. I'll give up the title."
I looked down at him coldly and handed him the whip.
"Ten lashes," I whispered. "For the baby you killed." From Prison to His Perfect Regret
Modern I sacrificed five years of my freedom to save my husband' s billion-dollar empire.
I walked out of prison expecting gratitude, but instead, I found his assistant wearing my life like a second skin.
And when his company faced a new crisis, he didn't look to me for support-he looked at me as the prime suspect.
Jasper thought a luxury suite at The Plaza could erase five years of silence.
He claimed he was "protecting" me, while Candice, the woman who orchestrated my fall, blocked my letters and managed his heart.
But the moment his laptop was wiped, his mask of devotion crumbled.
He accused me of sabotage instantly, blind to the real enemy standing right beside him.
I didn't argue. I just walked away.
He screamed that I' d be destitute without him, that I was throwing my life away for a "nobody."
Instead, I found Cohen, the inmate who had protected me inside when Jasper abandoned me.
Months later, Jasper called, sobbing. He' d finally found the security footage proving Candice' s guilt.
"I'll wire you ten million dollars," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'll even give Cohen a construction job. Just come home."
I looked at Cohen, who was gently painting a crib for our unborn child in our warm, safe home.
"Keep your money, Jasper," I said.
"We're already taken care of." The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare
Young Adult My parents dropped me off at college like a princess, with a platinum card and no worries.
My new life, full of independence and excitement, was just beginning.
My roommate, Sarah, seemed sweet at first, a quiet girl with kind eyes.
But her sweetness quickly turned sour, poisoned by resentment over my privilege.
She' d sneer at my new laptop, comparing it to her brother' s grueling factory job.
Then, the unthinkable happened: my emergency debit card, with over a hundred thousand dollars, vanished.
A bank alert confirmed my worst fear: a $5,000 withdrawal attempt blocked.
I knew, with a sickening certainty, who the thief was-the quiet girl consumed by jealousy.
The betrayal shattered my idyllic college dream, leaving a bitter taste.
I called the campus police, my hands shaking with fury.
Sarah was arrested, my card found in her bag, and my sense of home was destroyed.
I moved into a new apartment, seeking peace, but my mom' s well-meaning housekeeper, Mrs. Davis, brought a new kind of terror.
She started with subtle criticisms, then tried to turn me into her domestic servant.
Her demands escalated, culminating in an outrageous proposal: she wanted to control my finances and marry me off to her unemployed son, Kevin.
The audacity of her plan, the sheer delusion, made my blood run cold.
When I fired her, she called my mom, trying to slander me, but my mom shut her down cold.
As she stormed out, my grandmother's silk scarf, a cherished gift, was found crumpled in her bag.
Just like her daughter, she was a thief and a liar.
I thought the nightmare was over when Kevin, her "good, strong boy," was leaning against my apartment door.
His sneer, his entitlement, and the reek of stale cigarettes chilled me to the bone.
He raged about his family, about how they were entitled to my money, our money.
The fear was sharp, but my own anger surged.
Then, I came home to a ransacked apartment, my belongings destroyed, and Kevin sitting in my armchair, drinking my dad's scotch.
Mrs. Davis was there too, silently watching, complicit.
My phone was shattered.
They laid out their plan: I would empty my accounts, sign over my car, give them everything.
Then, maybe, they' d let me go.
Trapped, I feigned submission, my mind racing for an escape.
In a desperate, reckless moment, I grabbed my heavy coffee pot from the kitchen.
With a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, I swung. The Program Coordinator's Revenge
Modern I was Sarah, a dedicated Program Coordinator at Hope Community Initiatives, genuinely good at my job and deeply committed to our mission.
My life was professional, orderly, and I was well-respected.
But then Chloe arrived, our new intern, seemingly fresh-faced and innocent, assigned directly to me.
What followed was a cascade of bizarre "accidents"-a simple email became a three-hour typo-ridden mess.
A crucial grant review meeting was rescheduled to 9 PM, nearly jeopardizing our youth program's lifeline.
Then came the staff lunch incident, a severe nut allergy completely disregarded, almost sending a colleague to the hospital, all thanks to Chloe' s "good intentions."
The climax dropped like a hammer: bursting into our most critical donor meeting, Chloe, with practiced tears, pointed a shaking finger and wailed that I was bullying her.
My own boyfriend and colleague, Mark, shockingly stood up, not to defend me, but to confirm her story and accuse me of disloyalty, of planning to leave for a rival non-profit.
David, my boss, instantly fired me, without a second thought.
My career, my reputation in the entire local non-profit world, was instantly, brutally destroyed.
The accusations, Mark' s shattering betrayal, the loss of everything I' d worked for-it was an unbearable weight.
I sank into a profound despair, unable to eat or sleep, feeling myself fall into an endless void.
How could a single intern, my supposed protégé, and the man I loved, orchestrate such a complete, devastating undoing of my life?
The sheer injustice of it gnawed at my soul; I had been perfectly good at my job, only to be cast aside for a lie.
Then, with a jolt, I blinked.
I was back at my desk, the familiar hum of the air conditioner, my computer screen showing Chloe' s first day.
A do-over.
The nightmare was real, but this time, the rules had changed, and I was ready to play. The Platinum Bands of Betrayal
Romance Ten days from our wedding, I planned a surprise for Izzy: custom platinum bands.
For five years, I' d been her "supportive husband," putting my own life on hold for her skyrocketing marketing career.
Then I overheard her Instagram Live.
"Ethan? He' s sweet, but he' s basically my well-kept house husband.
My career pays for this lifestyle, he just makes good coffee."
The rings crashed to the floor.
Five years of sacrifice.
Five years reduced to a sarcastic joke.
Her intern, Liam, was far more than just a colleague.
Soon, his arrogant social media posts confirmed my worst fears: their late-night "work sessions" and private jokes.
She repeatedly lied to my face, dismissing me while planning our wedding.
A vast, cold emptiness settled in my chest.
My entire life with her felt like a cheap movie set, and I was merely an uncredited extra.
How could I have been so utterly blind to her contempt and betrayal, to the true nature of the woman I was about to marry?
But the emptiness became a catalyst.
I typed a text to my estranged billionaire father: "Dad, I' m ready to come home.
I' m in on the merger.
Cancel Izzy' s company' s contract with us."
This wasn't the end; it was my beginning. Unforgivable Love
Romance I came with a mission to kill the Lord of Eric. "Lilah, I am pleased with you." The fireworks bloomed for me, and I looked down at Eric, who was kneeling on one knee. The knife hidden in my sleeve involuntarily shrank back. "Are you willing to marry me as your wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm sounded repeatedly in my mind, but I still went ahead without hesitation. However, reality slapped me hard. "Lilah, as Eric's wife, you must not leave for three years and gracefully step down." "Okay." I replied lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. At night, a fire burned down my yard and freed me from my misery. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day he proposed to me. But this time, he cried and said, "Lilah, don't go." You might like
THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA
Jhasmheen Oneal Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again.
Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it?
That's a war of its own.
Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.
The Rise Of The Ugly Luna
Syra Tucker Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone.
Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved.
It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years.
Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from.
Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes.
Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with. I Paid the Alpha King for One Night
Rabbit For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous.
Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate.
I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry.
The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother.
He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement.
Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse. My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her
infanta123 My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son.
Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend.
Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack.
The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't.
Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm.
She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more.
A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna.
He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable.
Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences? My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife
Rabbit "Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment.
As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire.
The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die.
She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate?
Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."
From Rejected Omega to the Supreme White Wolf
Fritz Heaney I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion.
Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed.
"Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies."
I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor.
Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel.
Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out.
I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years.
He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back.
Or so he thought.
In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling.
I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison.
"You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back."
I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use.
"I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge."
I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared. I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
Rabbit For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond.
That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession.
The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me.
The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed.
"You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me."
My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.
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