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Betrayed for a Mistress: The True Alpha Rises
Werewolf For five years, my husband Damian fed me a bitter daily "tonic," claiming it was to help my fragile health.
He told the entire pack I was a "withered wolf," too broken to shift and too barren to give him an heir.
I believed him, until the new nanny walked in wearing my silk robe, smelling of my perfume and his sweat.
Damian didn't even try to hide it.
He demanded I sign a check to support his mistress's five children, sneering that since my womb was a "graveyard," I should pay for his legacy.
He planned to humiliate me publicly at the Medical Summit, using me as a case study of failure to legitimize his illegitimate brood.
But he made a fatal mistake. He thought I was too weak to check the books.
My loyal Beta brought me the truth just hours before the speech.
The tonic wasn't medicine; it was Wolfsbane, designed to suppress my Alpha wolf.
And the infertility? It wasn't me. Medical records proved Damian had a vasectomy weeks before our wedding.
He had been poisoning me and gaslighting me for half a decade to steal my fortune.
I injected a dangerous stimulant to clear the fog and crashed his stage.
I didn't just expose his sterility to the world; I stripped him of his rank and exiled him as a Rogue.
As security dragged the screaming traitor away, a scent hit me—thunderstorms and raw, terrifying power.
Alistair Finch, the most dangerous Alpha on the coast, rose from the VIP section.
He walked straight to me, sparks flying as he touched my skin.
"He is nothing," Alistair growled, pulling me into his arms. "And you are finally Mine." Marrying The Wounded King: My Ex's Regret
Mafia I stood in the center of the rose garden, convinced the Underboss of the East Coast was finally going to defy his father and put a ring on my finger.
Instead, Desmond walked toward me holding another woman's hand.
"Dallas," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This is Chelsea. My fiancée."
He told me it was just business, a merger to secure shipping routes. He expected me to stay in the shadows as his mistress, his "pet canary."
When I refused to be his dirty little secret, his family sold me like cattle to Kennedy Simmons, the crippled Don of the West Coast, just to get rid of me.
But the ultimate betrayal happened the night before I left.
On the family yacht, Chelsea pushed me overboard. I screamed for help in the freezing dark water.
I watched Desmond dive in.
I reached out for him, but he swam right past me.
He chose to save his wealthy fiancée, the "asset," and left me to drown.
In that moment, the girl who loved him died.
I realized his brother Antone, who I thought was my friend, was just a stalker using me to get close to Chelsea. I was nothing but collateral damage to the people I had worshipped.
I didn't die that night. I boarded the plane to Seattle with a frozen heart.
They thought they were selling me to a monster. They didn't realize they were handing me a King.
The next time the Morgans saw me, I wasn't their victim.
I was the woman coming to burn their empire to the ground. Too Late, My Mafia Heir Ex
Mafia My fiancé of seven years, the heir to a mafia dynasty, claimed amnesia three weeks before our wedding, forgetting only me. Then I overheard him laughing on a video call, calling it the perfect "hall pass" to sleep with an influencer before he was tied down.
He flaunted his affair, abandoned me with a broken arm after a staged car crash to save her from a scratch, and planned to leave me homeless. He called me his "property," a doll he could play with and put back on the shelf when he was done.
He thought I’d be waiting for his "miraculous recovery." Instead, I disappeared, leaving behind his ring and a simple note: "I remember everything. Me too." She Refused to Get Back Together with the Guy She Loved
Modern Lanny experienced his first overwhelming desire; in a haze, he ended up in bed with Belen.
Over the next three years, though he never confessed his feelings, he became intensely obsessed with her body.
Belen believed that with time she could win his heart, but instead received the news of him dating the other girl.
"I've been pursuing her for a long time, and she finally agreed to be my girlfriend," Lanny said, looking into her eyes. "Let's not keep in touch anymore."
Belen granted his wish and disappeared completely.
But Lanny regretted his decision, desperately searching the world for her.
He knelt before her in abject humility and pleaded, "Belen, come back to me, please?" The Fake Death Plot
Modern The ninety-ninth time I tried to kill myself, I was sent to the hospital. For seven long years, I had lived in a fog of grief, believing my husband, Ethan, had died in a fiery car crash.
But then, in that sterile white room, I saw him. Ethan. Alive, vibrant, and kissing Olivia Hayes, his former sister-in-law, who cradled a prominent baby bump. Their child.
In that instant, the truth crashed down on me. There was no crash, no death. He had abandoned me to elope with Olivia, living a happy life while I wasted away: my hair turning gray, my wrist scarred with 300 marks for every missed month, while he cried with joy over her pregnancy.
My world went black. When I came to, I was back in time, seven days before our first wedding anniversary. Ethan stood before me, his eyes filled with intoxicating adoration, murmuring sweet words. Yet, the image of him kissing Olivia, the name "Olivia Hayes" flashing on his phone, burned in my mind. He left me to check on her, claiming she was unwell, while I knew the truth. I was blindsided by my trust.
I thought of what he put me through, what he planned to do to me. The betrayal felt like a gaping wound.
I looked at him, then called my brother, David. "I want to come live with you abroad," I said, my voice cold. "And David, could you please help me arrange something? I need a body. A fake one. I want to give it to Ethan on our wedding anniversary. Seven days from now." His Wife, The Starved Dog
Billionaires The screen on Ethan's phone glowed, showing a missed video call from his sister, Sarah. He swiped to check the voicemail, but it wasn't a message; the call had connected, and his phone had recorded what happened next.
The shaky video revealed his sister' s office, but a woman he didn't recognize, Jessica Riley, sat in Sarah's chair, laughing with his brother-in-law, Mark Thompson, as they mocked Sarah's supposed foolishness.
Then the camera moved, revealing Sarah herself, curled on the floor, her hair matted, clothes in rags, a metal chain around her neck, and an empty dog bowl beside her. Jessica cooed, "Time for dinner, sweetie," kicking the bowl, while Mark dropped bread, saying, "Eat up, doggy." Ethan watched in horror as his brilliant sister scrambled for food like a starved animal.
A cold rage seized him, cracking his phone screen, and with a dangerously calm voice, he called his assistant: "Get the jet. We're going home. Now."
Landing in the US, Ethan found his childhood home overgrown and dreary. Kicking the door open, he discovered Sarah chained to a radiator, skeletal and terrified, whimpering at his approach. This was his sister, treated like an animal in her own home. Mark, Brenda, and Jessica appeared, feigning concern, claiming Sarah was "unstable" and producing forged medical diagnoses, trying to dismiss the horrific scene with a piece of paper.
Ethan' s control finally snapped. He knew Sarah' s strength, her intelligence; this cruelty was inflicted upon her. He watched as Mark, arrogant and unrepentant, tried to silence Sarah's weak confession of forced signatures. When Mark raised a hand to strike her, Ethan intervened, his grip like steel, "Don't you ever touch her again." Mark spouted lies, accusing Sarah of ruining the company, blaming her for the bruises and injuries that covered her body.
The scene escalated as Ethan, blood boiling, called his assistant, David, who arrived with a team of men. He ordered Mark, Brenda, and Jessica secured, stating, "You are a parasite, Mark. And you own nothing," before hitting him. Mark, still defiant, claimed control of Hayes Innovations and the board.
Ethan calmly directed David to search the house for evidence, then gently unclipped Sarah, scooping her into his arms. She was light as a child, trembling, whispering, "He'll hurt you. He'll hurt us both." Ethan vowed, "He has no idea what I'm capable of." He saw the raw marks on her neck, fueled by fresh fury. Sarah huddled in his jacket, whispering how Mark had gaslighted her with fake videos.
Ethan knew the videos were lies. Kneeling, he gently told her, "We're going to your office." When she panicked, terrified of Jessica, he reassured her, "It's time for everyone to see the real CEO of Hayes Innovations." With a flicker of her old self, an almost imperceptible nod, she agreed. He left the villains secured, telling David to find every piece of evidence they had used against her. Holding Sarah's hand, he led her out, ready to fight. My Identity Was Stolen
Horror The last thing I felt was the pillow smothering my face, the cheap floral scent filling my lungs as my struggles grew weaker.
Through the ringing in my ears, I heard Ms. Davis' s chilling hiss: "You crazy girl, how dare you disrupt the young lady' s party! I' ll kill you!"
She wasn' t lying. My life, so bright just hours before, was ending in a dark, dusty storage room.
It all began on my graduation day, Sarah Miller, the valedictorian, standing on stage. But when I arrived at my family home for the lavish celebration, the doors were shut, my key wouldn' t turn.
Inside, through the window, I saw Emily Davis, my guardian' s daughter, wearing my dress, accepting congratulations from my friends, being called by my name.
A cold wave of nausea washed over me. I pounded on the door, screaming, "Let me in! I' m Sarah Miller! That' s an imposter!"
No one believed me. They saw a frantic, disheveled girl and a poised, elegant young woman inside. Ms. Davis slapped me, shrieking, "How dare you disrupt the young lady' s party! I' ll kill you!"
They dragged me away, threw me into a windowless storage room, and locked me in. Hours later, Ms. Davis returned with a pillow.
"You just couldn' t leave it alone, could you?" she whispered. "You make too much noise."
Then, she pushed it down.
My consciousness dissolved into suffocating blackness.
Then, I gasped, shooting upright. Sunlight streamed through a familiar window. I was in my bed, in my room at the Davis house.
My heart pounded. The floral scent was gone. No pain, no darkness.
My phone rang, a shrill, insistent sound. The screen lit up with a date. It was the day my college admission results were announced.
I wasn' t dead. I was back. The Truth She Died To Tell
Romance I escaped after three years, coughing up blood, only to be diagnosed with terminal lung cancer.
Returning home, I found my house the same, but a sheriff' s car was parked outside, and a folded document, my death certificate, was handed to my husband, Ethan.
Inside, the smell of my stew filled the air, but my daughter Molly called Ethan' s sister-in-law, Debra, "Mom."
Ethan, seeing me, erupted in cold fury, throwing a letter at me, claiming it was from me, saying I' d run off with a trucker, and demanded to know why I' d crawled back.
He shoved me into the cold mudroom, treating me like trash, while Debra, with fake pity, watched.
Later, as Ethan silently applied burn cream to the blisters Debra accidentally caused, he asked if the life I chose was worth it.
Despite having the chance to reveal I'd been held captive by Debra's cousins for three years, I looked at his hardened face and the shadow of Debra, and lied, saying leaving him was the best decision I ever made.
My daughter Molly, coached by Debra, then falsely accused me of pushing her, shattering Ethan's last shred of faith and earning me an immediate "get out of my house."
But at the clinic, the doctor who diagnosed my cancer cut my pant leg, revealing not only a new broken bone, but old scars, malnutrition, and a fresh burn, telling Ethan, "These are signs of long-term abuse and neglect, Mr. Scott, not a life of ease."
This moment of doubt in Ethan's eyes, fueled by the doctor' s words, ignited a flicker of hope that the truth might finally emerge. When Love Became a Lie
Modern The biting Appalachian cold bit at Ethan as he siphoned gas from an old man's truck, a desperate act to get medicine for his feverish girlfriend, Jocelyn. He risked everything, driven by love and a sense of duty, even enduring public humiliation and losing a priceless family heirloom when caught.
But as he stumbled back to the volunteer house, shattered by the day's events, he heard laughter from inside. "Did he really fall for it?" Jocelyn's voice, sickly sweet and mocking, echoed, followed by Caleb's gleeful confirmation about their "game." His sickness, his humiliation, his love – it was all a cruel bet, a series of pranks to win Caleb back.
The world collapsed. The girl he' d risked everything for had orchestrated his downfall, twisting his concern into a weapon against him. His heart, once filled with genuine care, curdled into a cold, hard knot of disbelief and betrayal. How could someone he loved so deeply be capable of such calculated cruelty? What kind of monster plays with another's trust and life just for a twisted game of revenge?
He wouldn't just leave. He wouldn't just suffer. With a quiet, steely resolve that replaced every ounce of his former pain, a new plan formed in his mind. He would turn their cruel game on its head. Disowned, Disabled, Dangerous
Billionaires My engagement party was just one night away.
A celebration of big money, big families, and my upcoming marriage to Izzy Hayes.
But first, a "surprise" at a remote pump house, arranged by Izzy and my supposed brother, Liam.
When I arrived, there was no Izzy, no Liam, just shadows.
Then came the blows.
Blinding, searing pain, and the sickening crunch of my Achilles tendons.
I woke up in a hospital, weak and blind, my legs burning with infection.
Through a medicated haze, I heard my own mother, Eleanor, casually discussing amputating my legs.
"Do what you must," she said, her voice devoid of warmth.
"He won't be needing to carry on the Vance name anyway."
She and Liam were plotting, gloating about securing the Vance empire, about how I, her own son, would no longer be a problem.
The cold certainty hit me: this barbaric attack, my disfigurement, it was their doing.
My home wasn't a homecoming; it was a death trap.
Rage, pure and cold, flooded me.
Then I learned my kind father, Marcus, who secretly saved Eleanor's life with his kidney, was now being tortured at Victor Sterling' s "wellness retreat."
Drugged and slowly dying from organ rejection, all part of their larger conspiracy.
They stripped me of everything, but they underestimated my will to fight.
Feigning unconsciousness, I fumbled for my hidden burner phone.
This was just the beginning. Mariah's Web: A Sister's Cruelty
Romance For years, I sat in the front pew of our small-town church, completely devoted to Pastor Caleb Thorne.
He was everything-handsome, charismatic, his words making God feel close. I lived for his smile, for any small chance to be near him.
Then, one Sunday, Caleb dropped a bomb: he was engaged to Mariah, my cold, calculating stepsister.
My world shattered. In a moment of sheer desperation, I foolishly vandalized his car.
But what followed was far worse: Caleb orchestrated a twisted 'miracle,' declaring it a sign from God that I was his true partner. I was trapped in a nightmare marriage.
Nine months pregnant, I overheard Caleb' s chilling whisper to Mariah, her accomplice: 'Make sure it doesn't survive.' My own husband and stepsister, plotting to murder my child.
They sneered at me, planning my next humiliation: I' d be forced to work off my 'sins' in a dirty bar, every penny I earned going to them.
My baby died.
My heart was ripped open.
How could the man I loved, the man who claimed God led him to me, be such a monster? How could he and my stepsister be so utterly heartless?
But in that despair, a flicker of defiance sparked.
With a kind nurse' s help, I faked my own death, escaping their clutches.
Years later, as Anna, I' m building a new life and awaiting a new beginning.
Caleb thinks I' m gone.
He thinks he won. He' s about to find out how wrong he is. The CEO's Secret Family
Romance Five years ago, I married Marcus Thorne, a powerful tech CEO. I cherished a fragile hope for our future, despite losing our first child and my father' s sacrificing his health to save Marcus' s life.
That hope shattered at his company' s biggest gala. A young intern, Chloe, visibly pregnant, seized the microphone and triumphantly announced, "Marcus and I are expecting a child."
The humiliation was absolute, but Marcus swore it was a drunken mistake. Yet three years later, I discovered he' d built a secret family with Chloe – not one child, but three, with another on the way. He dared to tell me, "I need heirs, Elara. You can' t provide them," as if I wasn't carrying our miracle baby.
The very next day, Chloe, at his urging, hit me with her car at the airport. Marcus watched me bleed, then ripped my medical consent forms, sneering, "She doesn' t deserve to be saved." I lost our baby. Hours later, my father, whose life Marcus had once owed him, died while Marcus threatened his ventilator.
How could my husband betray me so utterly, then inflict such unimaginable cruelty? My world, already scarred, was utterly destroyed. The raw grief, the agonizing injustice, threatened to consume me.
But as I stood on a hospital rooftop, ready to end it all, a voice pulled me back. Liam. He once told me he owed me his life. Now, it was time for him to save mine, and for me to reclaim every piece Marcus had stolen. The Ninth Chance: A Wife's Deadly Secret
Billionaires Life in the Hayes mansion was a glittering facade, but my ninth pregnancy held a secret, a glimmer of hope powered by an unseen System.
I' d lost eight babies, each a piece of my soul, clinging to the promise that this ninth, this final hope, would finally grant my escape from this gilded cage.
Then, a whispered conversation in the dead of night shattered every illusion: my loving husband, Ethan, calmly admitting to engineering eight miscarriages, viewing them as 'necessary accidents' to secure 'our' child's rightful inheritance with his pregnant mistress, Chloe.
The gold-plated walls of my marriage crumbled around me, each 'accident' a deliberate act of murder, his every tender gesture a calculated lie designed to destroy me, culminating in his brazen offer to adopt his mistress's child, the very heir he'd killed mine for.
Was I truly so broken, so naive, that he expected me to quietly raise the very child conceived on the graves of my lost babies, accepting this ultimate betrayal as a 'new beginning'?
A cold, burning rage replaced the grief in my heart, fueling the realization that my System-granted escape was no longer just for the baby, but a fight for my very soul against this calculating monster.
He thought his carefully orchestrated scheme had entrapped me forever, but as the System's countdown ticked, I began to meticulously craft my own escape, not just from his gilded prison, but from his very existence, ensuring his world would burn just as mine had. At the Gala, My Wife Became a Stranger
Romance Ethan Miller poured his heart and soul into supporting his wife, Izzy, a struggling artist, and their little daughter, Lily.
Then, a dazzling charity gala ripped his world apart when he discovered Izzy wasn’t a struggling artist but Isabella Vance, a ruthless heiress, who mocked his naivete and called him a mere "interlude."
The woman he loved turned monstrous, plotting to use their innocent daughter, Lily, as a bone marrow donor for her old flame Julian’s son, forcing Ethan to donate his own rare blood under threat of homelessness. Even after Julian's son pushed Lily, fracturing her skull, Izzy twisted the knife, forcing Ethan to apologize, then secretly ordered kidnappers to “cancel his ticket”—meaning kill him and Lily—when they failed to extort her, resulting in Lily’s arm being brutally broken.
How could the woman he adored, the mother of his child, be so utterly devoid of empathy, so cruel and calculated, turning their entire marriage into a twisted performance?
Shattered and with Lily gravely injured, Ethan made the only choice left: he severed ties with the monster, filing for divorce and escaping with his daughter to the quiet refuge of his parents' home, determined to build a life free from Izzy’s dark machinations. 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? 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.
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. 
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