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The White Wolf He Threw Away Returns As Luna
Werewolf On my eighteenth birthday, the Moon Goddess finally revealed my fated mate.
It was Marcus, the Alpha heir who had saved me from the wreckage of my life when I was a child.
I thought this was my fairy tale ending.
But as I reached for him, trembling with adoration, he didn't pull me into his arms.
He looked at me with eyes cold as ice.
"You are an Omega, Ellie," he said, his voice flat. "You have no strength. The pack needs a Luna who can lead, not a charity case I picked up from the mud."
He didn't just reject me.
He used the Alpha Command to force me to snap the bond myself, tearing my soul in half.
Then, he banished me.
He threw me out into the rain with nothing but the clothes on my back, convinced I was worthless garbage.
But Marcus made a fatal mistake.
He didn't know that my "weakness" was actually the dormant power of the legendary White Wolf.
And he certainly didn't know that when he kicked me out, I was already pregnant with the very heir he was so desperate to secure.
Four years later, I returned to his territory.
I wasn't the shivering girl he threw away anymore.
I was the Luna of the most powerful pack in the region, standing beside a man who worshipped the ground I walked on.
And the little boy holding my hand?
He had silver hair and Marcus's eyes.
When Marcus saw us, he fell to his knees, begging for a second chance.
I looked down at him and smiled.
"I accept your rejection, Alpha." No Second Chance For Us
Modern For five years, I was tech billionaire Alden Maxwell' s secret. A pretty accessory on his arm, a deal I made to save my father' s life. I played my part, quietly planning my escape for the day our contract ended.
But then his first love, Amanda, came back.
At a lavish auction, he spent ten million dollars to outbid me for my own mother' s heirloom bangle, only to place it on Amanda' s wrist, calling it a "token of his undying affection."
Later, he told me I was just practice. A "little bird" he could use to learn how to be gentle before he went back to his true love.
That' s when the last of my foolish hope died. I was never a person to him, just a transaction he could buy and discard.
So I disappeared. I took a five-year, off-grid research position and cut all ties. When he finally tracked me down, begging me to name my price, I faced him through the sterile glass of the facility and gave him my final answer.
"We' re done." Seven Years of Lies, My Vengeful Return
Modern For seven years, I worked as a crime scene cleaner, scrubbing away death to save my son' s life. I finally earned the $250,000 for the experimental treatment that would cure his rare genetic disorder.
But when I arrived at the hospital, I overheard my boyfriend, Brad, talking. It wasn't about a cure. It was a "social experiment," a seven-year test to prove I wasn't a gold digger. My son was never sick.
My best friend was in on it, laughing. Then I heard my son' s voice.
"I don't want smelly Mommy to come back. I want Aunt Jaime. She smells like cookies."
They humiliated me at his school, calling me a mentally unstable cleaning lady. My son pointed at me and told everyone he didn't know me, while the man I loved dragged me away, accusing me of being a disgrace.
My love wasn't love; it was data. My sacrifice wasn't a sacrifice; it was a performance. They had turned my own child against me for their sick game.
They thought they were testing a poor, simple cleaner. They didn't know he was Bradford Yates, heir to a billion-dollar dynasty. And they had no idea I was Alyssa Dyer of the Dalton family.
I picked up the phone and called my brother.
"I'm coming home." A Wife's Bitter Reckoning
Romance My husband, Bennett, and I were New York's golden couple. But our perfect marriage was a lie, childless because of a rare genetic condition he claimed would kill any woman who carried his baby. When his dying father demanded an heir, Bennett proposed a solution: a surrogate.
The woman he chose, Aria, was a younger, more vibrant version of me. Suddenly, Bennett was always busy, supporting her through "difficult IVF cycles." He missed my birthday. He forgot our anniversary.
I tried to believe him, until I overheard him at a party. He confessed to his friends that his love for me was a "deep connection," but with Aria, it was "fire" and "exhilarating."
He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
And he certainly didn't know I had just made a call to a service that specialized in one thing: making people disappear. My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life
Xuanhuan Thirty years I gave the Miller family. Thirty years of my life, my talent, my devotion. And it ended with gasoline soaking into my clothes.
"Our son was conceived using Alex' s sperm through IVF! Aren' t you mad? You spent your whole life raising my beloved man' s child!"
That was Olivia, my wife, her face twisted with hatred I never understood until then. Our son, the boy I raised, stood with her, holding the empty gas can. A lit match fell from her fingers. The fire consumed me, the pain absolute. My last thought: Why?
Then, I opened my eyes. The scent of roses and champagne, not smoke, filled the air. I was in a tuxedo. My hands were young. The date on my phone: ten years ago. It was my wedding night. Olivia burst in, screaming, "Alex is going to jump!" Her father stopped her, threatening to disown her.
The moment he left, Olivia slapped me. "This is all your fault! You and your pathetic ambition! I' d be with him right now!" Her words echoed my death in the future. In my past life, I comforted her, promised to earn her love, built their empire, raised her lover' s son. They burned me for it. All affection turned to ash.
I had been brutally betrayed, manipulated, and murdered by the very people I sacrificed everything for. Why had I been so blind, so stupid? Why had I devoted my entire existence to those who saw me as nothing more than a convenient tool to be discarded?
This time, I would choose myself. I looked at Olivia, not as the girl I loved, but the woman who would murder me. "You want to go find him? Go." Live Stream Slut No More
Modern The fluorescent hum of the hospital room mocked the silence where my joy should have been. I had just given my son, Liam, a kidney, a piece of myself to save his life. My husband, Robert Sterling, texted me heart emojis, calling me a hero.
Then, a detective called, informing me Robert had been kidnapped. An unknown number sent a video: Robert, bruised and tied, a distorted voice demanding a humiliating live-streamed performance from me to save him.
For three nights, I became a public spectacle, the "Live Stream Slut," watching my hard-earned reputation, my mother's esteemed design firm, crumble into dust. Robert returned, weeping, promising forever, while the police found nothing, and the world condemned me. I lost everything, my life shrinking to a quiet existence, shielded by what I thought was their love.
Five years later, I overheard Liam and Robert. Liam's voice was cold, talking about Scarlett, my stepsister. Robert chuckled, a cruel sound, revealing the "kidnapping" was a fake, a brilliant scheme to destroy me, hand my company to his mistress, and give my precious kidney to her instead of our son.
My heart shattered, then hardened. They thought they had broken me. They were wrong. I quietly began to mend my wings, searching for jobs far away, connecting with the best divorce lawyer, and plunging into their meticulously crafted financial labyrinth. I wasn't just leaving. I was going to burn their world to the ground. Reborn: A Wife's Vengeful Return
Xuanhuan The antiseptic smell of the hospital and the relentless rain were the last things I remembered from my past life. That' s where it ended-my body hollowed by grief, my spirit eroded by depression after losing my baby in a hurricane.
But on my deathbed, a final, cruel truth echoed from outside my room: my husband, Mark, and his childhood sweetheart, Lisa, conspired to destroy me. They admitted using their own daughter, Chloe, as bait in the storm, knowing my "bleeding heart" would save her, ensuring I' d miscarry and become a "barren mule."
They rejoiced in how I' d raised Chloe, their daughter, completely oblivious to their monstrous scheme. I died with their laughter ringing in my ears, my last breath a ragged gasp of pure, undiluted hatred.
Then, I gasped again, a deep, full breath. My eyes snapped open. I wasn' t dying. I was in my living room, the wind howling, a news anchor warning of a Category 8 hurricane.
My hand flew to my stomach-a faint, familiar warmth. My baby was still there. I was still pregnant. I was alive, reborn to the day it all began.
The trap was being set again. I knew who was out there, waiting to be "saved." My nine-year-old son, Ethan, tugged my sleeve, pointing with manufactured fear.
"Mom, look! There's a little girl out there! In the water! She's going to drown!" The Girl He Left Behind: Now a Billionaire's Wife
Romance The smell of fresh paint filled our new home, the one Andrew and I had planned for months. This was it, my American dream, built with my college sweetheart of five years.
Then the doorbell rang.
It wasn't the pizza. It was Maria, heavily pregnant, saying Andrew was her baby's "private sperm donor" and they needed to discuss baby shower plans. My fiance, the man I shared everything with, calmly explained he was just "being supportive" to a "platonic friend."
My world shattered as everyone, even my own mother, dismissed my pain, telling me to ignore this "technicality" for appearances. They said I was jealous, old-fashioned, dramatic. I learned he bought Maria' s baby expensive nursery items, and when I gave him an ultimatum, he left me for her "panic attack," calling me heartless.
How could he do this? How could everyone think I was the crazy one?
Desperate, I sent a single word to a number I'd ignored for years, a high school bad boy who' d once had a crush on me: "Now." He booked his flight without hesitation. Bound by the Brand: His Contracted Bride
Romance My father and older brother, gone in a blink, left me, Ethan Miller, the last man standing and sole heir to a sprawling Texas ranch empire. The funeral dust hadn't even settled, but the vultures were already circling. My uncle, Robert, saw opportunity where I felt grief, while Governor Sterling delivered an ultimatum: secure my inheritance, or lose it to endless family disputes-by marrying within a year.
Then, my ex-girlfriend, Brittany Carter, reappeared, her sympathy dripping with a sweetness that soured my stomach. I' d foolishly held onto a flicker of hope for her, even after she' d left when my prospects weren't "shiny enough." But all my illusions shattered when I overheard her and my cousin, Dylan, plotting.
"He' s a wreck, completely clueless," I heard Britt sneer, her voice devoid of remorse. "He' s just a means to an end. Once he' s got full control, and I' ve wrapped him around my little finger, this ranch will practically be ours." My childhood rescuer, the girl I thought cared, was a calculating viper, mocking my grief, planning to carve up my legacy.
The words hit me like a physical blow. The crushing weight of fresh profound grief twisted into something colder, sharper: pure, unadulterated anger. How could I have been so blind, so stupid? How could the people closest to me betray me so utterly, so cruelly?
They clearly thought I was just a soft, grieving fool easily manipulated. But if they thought they could pick me clean, they were about to learn a harsh lesson. A fire ignited within me, burning off the sorrow. It was time to activate an old pact, one that would bring an unexpected woman into my life, and change everything the vultures thought they knew. Stolen Crown: The Heiress Reclaims
Billionaires I was Ava Chen, a senior software engineer at NovaTech Dynamics, deliberately hiding my true identity.
My secret: I was the legitimate heir to the tech giant, Chen Legacy Holdings, meticulously planning to reclaim my father' s empire after his recent death.
My engagement to NovaTech' s CEO, Mark Olsen, was simply a strategic facade.
Then Mark introduced Jess Riley, a new intern he hailed as a coding prodigy.
She was my younger half-sister, the daughter of the woman my father left my mother for-the woman who shattered our lives.
Mark, completely oblivious, assigned me to mentor Jess.
Instead, Jess constantly undermined me, taking half-baked ideas directly to Mark, who praised her "initiative."
When I submitted a professional review detailing her incompetence, Mark publicly tore it up.
He then humiliated me, promoting Jess to my Project Lead role and demoting me to junior coding, telling me to "learn a thing or two."
The ultimate betrayal came when our flagship project' s database was wiped.
Jess, feigning innocent tears, subtly framed me, and Mark, consumed by her manipulative lies, claimed she was my father' s true heir.
He pulled the server plug, screaming accusations of corporate espionage, and had me arrested on the spot.
I stood there, utterly speechless, the man I thought I loved, completely deluded, sacrificing me for her.
The faint scar on my collarbone, a memento from a childhood accident engineered by Jess' s mother, throbbed with cold fury.
They thought they had broken me.
They had no idea who they were truly dealing with.
Hours later, my discreetly retained legal team had me released, all charges dropped.
My carefully laid plans, years in the making, were now brutally accelerated.
The quiet reclamation strategy was over.
It was time for a ruthless, full-scale war to take back everything that was rightfully mine. Whose Son Is He, Really?
Billionaires For twenty-five years, I, Ethan Cole, played a role, living a life that was both a meticulous facade and a deeply personal vow.
I married the ambitious and cruel Vicky Sterling, raised our son Liam amidst the grandeur of the Sterling estate, all while a painful secret guarded a sleeping love.
But the carefully constructed charade violently erupted at a tumultuous family gathering, when Vicky' s long-time lover, Blake Hamilton, brazenly declared to our son Liam and the entire shocked clan that he was Liam' s true biological father.
Vicky, cloaked in a chilling pretense of maternal triumph, eagerly corroborated this lie, ruthlessly branding me as an infertile man unfit to lead, and immediately demanded a divorce alongside my complete expulsion from the family, our home, and the vast Sterling Global Enterprises.
The avaricious Sterling relatives, like a pack of circling vultures, openly salivated, anticipating my public humiliation and utter financial ruin, convinced their moment to seize power had finally arrived.
Blake even brought in a previously hidden young man, Brandon, presenting him as yet another son to solidify their treacherous claims and further dismantle my reputation.
Everyone present expected me to shatter, to burst into despair, or to desperately fight for what they believed was slipping away, but I remained unnervingly composed, a faint, almost imperceptible smile hidden in my eyes.
How could a man, seemingly losing his wife, his son, his legacy, and his entire standing, react with such profound and unsettling serenity?
What deeply buried truth, what meticulously orchestrated plan, could possibly endow me with such unnatural calm in the face of what appeared to be total annihilation?
In a move that genuinely shocked them all, I readily accepted their terms of divorce, but then countered with an unthinkable proposal: all parental assets, from all parties claiming parenthood, would be irrevocably transferred to Liam before any DNA test was conducted.
They believed they had finally cornered me, celebrating what they presumed was my desperate surrender, but they had instead unwittingly stepped directly into the intricate, long-forged trap I had patiently waited twenty-five years to unleash. Beyond Forgiveness: Ethan's Return
Billionaires For years, I'd tolerated the cold indifference and escalating humiliations, living solely for my five-year-old son, Leo. My wife, Vicky, a powerful CEO, and her trainer-lover, Bryce, had turned our lavish home into my gilded cage.
Then, Bryce, with a smirk, accused me of attacking him, and Vicky, utterly convinced, chillingly announced their "game" for Leo – a "child safety monitor" to "teach me a lesson."
I rushed to Leo's room, finding him whimpering, terrified, the "monitor" a torturous device scarring his tiny arm. I called Vicky, begging her to stop; her voice, laced with contempt, dismissed Leo’s agony as "melodrama" before she hung up.
Leo didn't make it. And as I grieved, Vicky, far from remorseful, shattered his urn and ground his photo under her heel, her lover at her side. My own parents, worried about their business funding, only demanded I "fix things" with Vicky.
My world, once tethered to Leo, was utterly destroyed. How could my wife, my family, inflict such unspeakable pain, sacrificing my child for ambition and lies?
That night, as Vicky and Bryce celebrated Leo's "elimination," something inside me snapped. I faked my own death, resurfacing with a new identity, a new ally, and a singular purpose: to make them pay, to turn their glittering empire to ash. Fate's Bet: My Unwanted Tycoon Husband
Modern Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian.
Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!"
The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle!
Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm.
"No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied.
Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!"
Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet.
That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan.
However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!" 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. 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? Mated to My Fiancé's Rival Alpha
Lila Silvia lost everything in one night-her parents,her trust,and her mate. Coming home from their funeral,she found her "fated"partner,Zack,tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I need variety,"he said,smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him-and turned to someone far more dangerous.
"I need help,"she whispered.
Sherman leaned closer,his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help,little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you."
Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother,Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty,vengeance,and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free-and as their bond deepens,truths unravel.
Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war?
Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down?
When love,betrayal,and bloodlines collide,how far will one omega go to save her family-and destroy the mate who broke her soul? Shunned By An Alpha, Cherished By A Lycan
Baby Kemo Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything... 
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