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Sacrificed To The Beast: The Wolfless Mate
Werewolf On the anniversary of my mother's death, my father, the Alpha, threw a lavish wedding to marry a woman only four years older than me.
My new stepmother publicly humiliated me, stomped on my hand, and shattered the only necklace my mother left me.
When I confronted her, my father slapped me across the face and ordered me to respect my new Luna.
Heartbroken and furious, I publicly disowned them all.
In retaliation, my father sentenced me to death the very next morning.
He offered me as a tribute to the cursed Lycan King—a monster whose beast savagely tore apart every she-wolf sent to his bed.
My family watched with smug satisfaction as I was locked in an iron cage and dragged away, discarded like defective trash simply because I was born wolfless.
I was supposed to be ripped to shreds on my first night in the pitch-black castle.
But as I stood in the King's dark chamber, bracing for the bloody end, nothing happened.
The terrifying beast just sat in the shadows, staring at me in absolute confusion.
That was when the horrifying truth of his curse clicked in my mind.
His madness was triggered by the spiritual scent of an inner wolf. And I was completely wolfless.
The very defect that made my family throw me away was my ultimate, impenetrable shield.
I wasn't going to die here.
I was going to survive, use this terrifying King, and make my family regret the day they ever cast me out. Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother
Romance I went to my fiancé's hotel suite to surprise him with a Patek Philippe watch the day before our engagement party.
Instead, I found him in bed with my best friend.
Through the crack in the door, I heard them plotting to steal my family's priceless data before breaking the engagement.
I recorded their betrayal, threw the expensive watch in the trash, and went to a dark lounge to drink away the agony.
In a reckless impulse born of whiskey and pain, I pulled a domineering stranger down for a kiss and took him to bed.
But waking up the next morning, I realized the catastrophic mistake I had made.
The man emerging from the bathroom wasn't just anyone. He was Garnet Crawford, my fiancé's ruthless, billionaire older brother.
"Hello, future sister-in-law."
He smiled coldly, revealing he had used my fingerprint while I slept to steal my blackmail video.
He trapped me, forcing me to play the role of his fiancée to publicly humiliate my cheating best friend and destroy his own brother.
He moved into my apartment, blocked the exits with his bodyguards, and claimed me as his property.
I thought I was just using his power to get revenge on the two people who broke my heart.
But the next morning, the news reported my fiancé had been brutally assaulted, his legs broken in a sudden mugging.
Looking at the cold, possessive monster who had orchestrated it all, a terrifying realization hit me.
I hadn't just struck back at my betrayers-I had sold my soul to the devil. The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage
Romance For twenty years, I obeyed my adoptive family, enduring my stepsister's mockery and my parents' cold neglect.
But at a lavish hotel party, my stepsister forced a glass of spiked champagne into my hands.
As my vision blurred and a strange, creeping heat consumed my body, my adoptive mother looked at me with ice-cold eyes.
"We raised you for twenty years. It's time you paid us back."
They had sold me to a sweaty, middle-aged businessman to save their failing company. I watched the man approach with a triumphant smirk, his oily hand reaching out to claim me.
A wave of sheer nausea and profound betrayal hit me. I couldn't believe the people I called family were treating me like livestock to be traded.
Using my last ounce of strength, I shoved him away and fled down the maze-like hallway.
Terrified, dizzy, and desperate to hide from my pursuers, I stumbled into a random unlocked suite. I crashed into a tall stranger with sharp gray eyes before the world went completely black.
When I woke up, I was in a presidential suite, wearing a man's oversized silk shirt.
Sitting across from me was Damian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO and uncrowned king of Wall Street.
I thought he would hand me a check to buy my silence or throw me back to my abusers.
Instead, he looked at me calmly and offered me a deal.
"Marry me, and the Foster family will never dare to touch you again."
I looked at the marriage contract, took a deep breath, and chose to survive. Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Predator
Modern For four years, Isolde Navarro played the part of a broken, mindless doll, trapped in a severe trauma-induced haze after being brutally framed.
The charade reached its climax the night she caught her perfect sister, Angele, and her fiancé, Julian, having sex in the estate's guest room.
Instead of showing guilt, Angele violently shoved Isolde into a marble wall, laughing as blood poured down her face.
"Get her out of my sight and clean her up," Angele sneered, disgusted by her own sister.
Worse, Isolde overheard their ultimate plan through a hidden microphone: once the trust's protection clause expired tomorrow, they would declare her permanently incompetent and steal the massive fortune her mother had left her.
Her own father was fully on board, eager to lock his "embarrassing" daughter in a padded cell and freeze every cent she owned.
How could her own flesh and blood be so utterly ruthless?
They thought she was just a drooling idiot, completely defenseless against their greed and cruelty.
But they didn't know the lethal operative known as 'The Rose' had never been asleep; she was just waiting in the shadows.
With a micro-camera recording their every dirty secret, Isolde calmly wiped the blood from her face and walked out the door.
She had twenty-four hours to hijack a billionaire into marriage, trigger the trust's emergency clause, and burn her family's entire world to the ground. Discarded Fiancée: The Tech King's True Queen
Modern I returned to New York for my welcome-home party, expecting a warm embrace from Edwin, my devoted fiancé of twenty years.
Instead, his first words to me were a cold, public warning to stay away from his new girlfriend, Kacy.
He stood in my family's hotel, shielding a girl I had never even met, and painted me as a vicious, jealous bully.
"She is very sensitive, Kaitlyn. Her background is tough. Please, be gentle with her. Don't upset her."
He humiliated me in front of our entire elite circle, allowing them to mock me as the aggressive, discarded ex while he carried her away like a fragile princess.
For twenty years, I had been his loyal shadow, fixing his mistakes and loving him unconditionally.
I couldn't understand how decades of deep devotion could be instantly erased by a few crocodile tears and a manipulative damsel act.
He was absolutely certain I would throw a tantrum, cry, and eventually crawl back to beg for his attention.
But he was wrong.
He didn't know that Everett Rowe, a billionaire tech mogul, had been patiently waiting five years to marry me.
He also didn't know that during my three years abroad, I wasn't just studying art—I became "K.B.", the ruthless Wall Street predator who could swallow his family's empire whole.
I calmly pulled out my phone, ignored the mocking whispers around me, and typed a single message to Everett.
"Yes. I'll marry you." The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Cold Comeback
Modern For two years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to wealthy heir Grady Maddox.
Then I found a hidden compartment in his study desk. Inside were dozens of explicit polaroids of his adopted sister, Jasmine, and a worn leather diary.
The diary revealed the sickening truth.
"Kaya is the perfect shield. As long as I have a wife, no one will ever look too closely at me and my little Yue."
When Jasmine deliberately knocked a bowl of boiling soup onto my hand, Grady didn't even glance at my blistering skin.
He frantically checked Jasmine for nonexistent scratches and yelled at me.
"Why weren't you paying attention? Look at the mess you've made! You scared her."
He then kicked me out to our empty penthouse as punishment, only to move Jasmine in the very next day, letting her parade around in his dress shirts and giving her my favorite custom furniture.
Looking at the husband I had devoted my life to fawning over the sister he was secretly sleeping with, I didn't feel heartbroken. I just felt a deep, suffocating disgust.
I was nothing but a paper wall meant to hide their twisted affair.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love.
I simply locked him out of the bedroom, gathered my financial records, and called Manhattan's most ruthless divorce attorney.
I was securing my escape, completely unaware that Grady's estranged, terrifyingly powerful older brother had been waiting ten years for this exact moment. The Heiress's Vengeance: A Poisoned Life
Modern My doctor gave me weeks to live. But when I went to tell my family, they didn't care about my terminal cancer.
They were too busy comforting my adopted sister, Isabell, over her latest "flare-up."
They manipulated me into signing over my multi-million dollar company and my entire fortune to her.
Then, my husband announced he was renewing his wedding vows-with Isabell-to lift her spirits.
Even my eight-year-old son begged me to support them, for his "sick" Aunt Isabell.
Stripped of everything and left to die, I was a ghost in my own life, watching them celebrate my demise.
But as I collapsed in a hospital parking lot, I made one last call to the estranged best friend who had warned me about them all.
She rescued me, flew me to the world's best oncology center, and made a single promise.
"You're not dying. And when you're better, we will burn their world to the ground." Million Dollar Hush Money: I Want Divorce
Modern The silence in Sterling Manor wasn't empty; it was heavy, pressing against my eardrums like deep water. I sat on the edge of the oversized velvet sofa, waiting for my husband to return from a "merger closing" that I knew was actually a hotel room.
At 2:00 AM, a notification glowed on his forgotten work tablet: "You left your tie on my nightstand. I'll keep it safe for next time. - S."
When Ethan finally walked in, he didn't look at me. He just smelled like Serena's signature sandalwood perfume and expensive scotch. He didn't apologize for the infidelity; instead, he transferred a million dollars into my spousal account and told me to go buy some jewelry to keep my mouth shut.
I realized then that I wasn't a wife; I was an expensive placeholder. I left my ten-carat diamond ring on the foyer table and walked out into the freezing rain with nothing but a canvas duffel bag. But Ethan wasn't about to let his "ornament" escape so easily. He froze my credit cards, revoked my trust access, and used his billion-dollar influence to blacklist me from every architecture firm in New York City.
He even tracked me down to a restaurant where I was playing piano for tips, throwing a stack of hundreds at me in front of his mistress. When I still refused to crawl back to the manor, he played his final, cruelest card. He leaned in and whispered that if I didn't return to his bed, he would stop protecting my brother from a prison sentence he had manufactured himself.
I stood there shivering, realizing that every "favor" he'd ever done for my family was actually a shackle. He thought he could buy my soul, my talent, and my silence by holding the people I loved hostage. How could the man I once loved turn into a monster who viewed my life as nothing more than a line item on a balance sheet?
I looked him straight in the eye, my voice as cold as the winter air outside.
"Make the call, Ethan. Send him to jail. I'd rather visit my brother through plexiglass than spend another night sleeping next to you."
I'm done being a victim. I've just walked into the offices of Azure Architects, the only firm in the city Ethan can't bully. I'm not just going to finish my degree; I'm going to help his biggest rival burn his empire to the ground. Ninety-Nine Engagements, One Betrayal
Modern After ninety-nine failed engagements, I finally married Brooks Preston, a stoic tech mogul who seemed to be the only man on earth who found my motormouth personality "charming."
But his quiet acceptance was a lie. I was just a convenient prop, a wife he needed to hide his obsessive, incestuous love for his adopted sister, Everleigh.
When I discovered their secret and demanded a divorce, he locked me in a dark, windowless room, weaponizing my childhood claustrophobia to break me. He needed me to take the fall for Everleigh's crimes, to protect her at all costs.
He watched me scream and claw at the walls for three days, my terror a spectacle for his cold, calculating eyes. He wasn't just indifferent; he was a monster.
I didn't break. Instead, I waited. On the night of a live-streamed gala, I looked into the camera and smiled. "Everleigh, darling, congratulations. I've already divorced him. He's all yours." Chloe's Web, Liam's Freedom
Romance Today was supposed to be my fourth wedding to Chloe, my fiancée since we were sixteen.
I stood at the altar, surrounded by friends and family, the grand church filled with white roses.
But instead of Chloe, her maid of honor rushed down the aisle, clutching her phone, her face etched with panic.
Then, my phone vibrated.
A text from Chloe: "I' m so sorry, Liam. I can' t. Mark needs me. He' s at the hospital. He said he was in a car accident."
Not again. Another one of Mark' s car accident lies, the same one he used months ago.
Hundreds of eyes fixed on me, a mix of pity and morbid curiosity.
This wasn't postponement; it was a public execution.
Tears of profound humiliation stung my eyes.
My decade of devotion meant nothing; she chose her manipulative assistant over me, again.
Then, a new notification. A social media post from Mark.
A selfie. Mark, smug and triumphant. And Chloe, asleep on his shoulder, in a hotel room, not a hospital.
"Some things are worth fighting for. So happy you' re finally mine," the caption read.
Rage, hot and white-hot, surged through me.
This was a calculated, public humiliation. They weren't hiding; they were celebrating.
Then, a message request from Mark. A picture.
Chloe, asleep in the hotel bed. My wedding dress, draped over a chair in the background, a ghostly white sentinel.
He had planned this. He was taunting me.
Mark answered my call, his voice smooth and arrogant.
"We're at the Grand Star Hotel, room 1208. You know, the one right next to the general hospital. It' s so much more comfortable for Chloe to rest here while I recover from my, ah, 'terrible accident' ."
He laughed, a smug, ugly sound.
He sent another picture: Chloe' s hand, intertwined with his. My great-grandmother' s engagement ring gone, replaced by a simple gold band.
"It feels like nothing," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "You can have her."
I hung up. I left it all behind, the house, the memories, the woman.
I was free, but I had to fight to stay that way. The Scorned Husband's Vengeance
Romance My perfect life, a meticulously crafted facade, shattered the moment I walked into my lawyer' s office, signing a new will to kill the man everyone thought I was.
That night, at my pre-wedding dinner, I saw it: my fiancée, Olivia, laughing with my half-brother, Liam, his hand possessively on her back, their betrayal so blatant it stole my breath.
The pain intensified as Olivia, with a perfectly fake smile, kissed my cheek, reeking of Liam' s cologne, then dismissed the custom-made key to our dream home as "just a key," leaving me standing alone with my rejected love.
As I saw them kiss the next morning, followed by a voice recording of Olivia' s cruel laughter describing me as "poor, sad Ethan" and her "ticket" to Liam and wealth, a terrifying clarity pierced through me.
They thought I was weak, a fool to be manipulated, but the man they knew died that day; I would rise from the ashes, a new man ready to enact a revenge they would never see coming. A Second Chance at Forever
Romance The rain outside mirrored the chill in my grand, empty house, a constant reminder of how Liam, my guardian and the man I loved, had grown distant. On the eve of my birthday, he returned home, dismissing my wishes and harshly criticizing my art, his words a familiar sting. Just as his cold judgment left me reeling, a call came from the hospital: late-stage pancreatic cancer.
In that hollow silence, a flicker of hope arrived in the form of an experimental cryogenic program-a chance, however small, for a future cure. But my desperate private choice was cruelly exposed when the brochures for my "coffin-like sleeping pod" scattered across the living room floor, revealing my grim secret to Liam and his stunning fiancée, Chloe Vance, who sneered at my "morbid projects." Liam, already distant, erupted in fury, convinced I was staging a dramatic plea for attention.
Chloe, the insidious socialite who had usurped my place, spun a web of lies to solidify the deception. She faked my medical records, planting doubt in Liam's mind and confirming his belief that I was a manipulative liar inventing a terminal illness for sympathy. His anger and disgust were a final, crushing blow. He banished me from my longtime room, his disdain a heavy cloak.
How could he not see the truth? How could the man who had once been my protector, my entire world, now believe I was a vile, twisted monster? The injustice burned, transforming my grief into a quiet, icy resolve.
With nothing left to fight for, and the world stripped bare of hope, I confirmed my place in the Neptune Project: deep-sea cryogenic preservation, set for December 12th-my birthday, and his wedding day. I would disappear, quietly and permanently, leaving him to his new life, unaware of the profound lie that had shattered mine. The Scapegoat Daughter
Young Adult My brother didn't die.
He just used a hurricane to run away, leaving me to pay for his escape.
For eight agonizing years, my parents blamed me, punishing me for a "sin" I didn't commit, calling my very existence a penance for their lost golden child.
On my nineteenth birthday, I tried to break free from their toxic grip.
But as a notorious killer stalked me, I begged my father-a detective hunting this very monster-for help.
He had already broken my only self-defense, a pepper spray he'd derided as a "useless toy," and then he dismissed my desperate texts as just another one of my dramatic cries for attention.
I died because of their callous neglect, because the weapon I relied on failed me.
As a ghost, I watched in horrifying silence as they grieved for a son who was never truly gone, while simultaneously dismissing my actual death.
My dismembered body on their evidence board was just another case; my own parents were too consumed by mourning a lie to see the devastating truth of my final moments.
How could they be so utterly blind?
How could they condemn me for a lie, only to be completely untouched by my real, horrific truth?
My entire life was an inconvenience, my death an unacknowledged whisper.
But then, Ethan returned, alive, shattering their carefully constructed grief and revealing his selfish deception.
And my killer, caught by my father, delivered the final, crushing blow: a confession detailing how my parents' neglect had sealed my fate, forcing my father to finally confront his own daughter's terrifying final pleas. 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. My Luna, My Child, My Curse
FLORA PLUME Emely, the heiress of a powerful werewolf clan, wakes up one morning in the bed of her father's greatest enemy, Alpha Valentin. She can't remember what happened that night, but only weeks later, her world falls apart when she discovers she's pregnant.
Rejected by her own family and carrying the child of a rival Alpha, how is she supposed to survive as a Luna without a mate by her side?
After being cast out by her father, Emely gives birth alone to Vennen, a baby boy with striking golden eyes that reveal the undeniable connection between him and Valentin. But when Valentin learns the child exists, he refuses to claim him.
Why would an Alpha reject his own son? Was it pride, fear... or something far worse hidden beneath the surface?
Left to survive on the streets while being shunned by her own people, Emely fights desperately to protect her son as the world around her continues trying to crush them both.
But when fate finally leads her onto Valentin's territory, she suffers an even crueler blow. The man tied to her soul doesn't recognize her at all and throws her out like a stranger.
How could the person destined for her reject her so easily? And what will happen once he learns the child he keeps denying is actually his own heir?
Caught between betrayal, broken love, dangerous pack politics, wolf instincts, and the pull of the mate bond, Emely faces an impossible choice: disappear quietly... or fight for the future her son deserves.
But can a rejected Luna stand against two powerful packs and change the fate forced upon her? 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. 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. Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King
Da Lanlan For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess.
Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world.
Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna.
Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee.
Immediately after, my mother called to gloat.
"Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?"
She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue.
I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die.
But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom.
I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent.
If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one. 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." 
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