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The Alpha's Barren Luna: Erasing The Mate Bond
Werewolf I was the Weaver, the only wolf capable of knitting the spiritual wards that protected our billion-dollar empire. But to my husband, the Alpha, I was just a piece of malfunctioning tech.
Ten years ago, I crushed my spine and destroyed my womb pulling him from a burning car. Now, because I couldn't give him an heir, he treated me like a ghost in his own home.
The breaking point wasn't the affair. It was seeing Brendan, the man who once told me "Alphas do not kneel," drop to one knee on a public sidewalk to tie his pregnant mistress's sneaker.
He touched her stomach with a reverence he had never shown me.
That night, his mistress sent me a video of them together, captioning it: He's painting the sky for our son. What did he paint for you? Nothing. Because you're barren.
I realized then that a divorce wouldn't free me. He would never release his most valuable asset. The Mate Bond was a chain, and as long as my wolf lived, I was his prisoner.
I didn't want his money. I didn't want an apology. I wanted total erasure.
So, I bought a forbidden potion called Tabula Rasa. It doesn't just wipe your memory; it dissolves the wolf spirit with acid and severs the soul-tie.
I rigged the estate's defense wards to self-destruct, melted my Luna ring into a lump of slag, and drank the poison.
When Brendan finally rushed home, terrified by the collapsing wards, he found me standing over the shattered vial.
He screamed my name, trying to use the Alpha Command to make me submit.
But I just looked at this weeping stranger with calm, human eyes and asked, "Who are you?" My Cruel Ex-Husband Demands A Remarriage
Mafia I spun the dial on the hidden wall safe, expecting to find the Glock 19 Aiden insisted I keep.
Instead, I found a ledger proving my husband, the Mafia's most feared Enforcer, was funding a secret family with my dead father's money.
For seven years, I had been his obedient doll. I cleaned the blood off his knuckles and justified his violence.
But the ledger showed he had siphoned my entire inheritance into a trust for a child he had with his brother's wife.
When I tried to leave, his mistress framed me as a spy.
Aiden didn't ask for proof. He didn't hesitate.
He dragged me to a damp warehouse, hooded me, and beat me until my ribs cracked.
He left me to rot in the dark, ignoring the diamond bracelet on my wrist—the very one he had gifted me the day before as a symbol of his "ownership."
He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die in that basement, a silent collateral of his rage.
But he made a fatal mistake. He left me alive.
I escaped through a ventilation grate and ran straight to the one man Aiden feared most: his sworn enemy, Jensen Levy.
"Make me a weapon," I told him.
Two years later, I walked back into Aiden's office.
Not as his battered wife, but as the CEO of the corporation that had just bought his empire's debt.
He looked at me with horror, realizing the ghost he created had come back to burn him down.
"Hello, Aiden," I said, pressing a high-voltage tactical pen against his chest.
"You're trespassing." My Billionaire Husband's Deadly Betrayal
Modern My husband, tech billionaire Amir Carter, was a god in Chicago. For five years, he was the perfect husband, and I, a pediatric doctor, believed I had finally tamed the infamous playboy.
But when my brother Keon needed an urgent heart transplant, everything fell apart. The donor Amir found was a young singer-exactly his type.
On the day of the surgery, as my brother was dying, I found my husband comforting her.
"Don't pressure her, Blake," he said. "She's delicate."
Then the call came. My brother was dead. Amir didn't even notice, annoyed that I was stressing out his new project.
He pushed me down a flight of stairs, crashed his car into my taxi to protect her, and gave her the last gift my brother ever made for me.
He saw me bleeding on the floor and walked right past, his only concern for the woman who let my brother die. My fairy tale was a lie. I was just another one of his seasonal projects, now completed and discarded.
He took everything from me. So I signed the divorce papers, refused his millions, and vanished. Now, he's left alone with the truth: he killed my brother, and he didn't even know it. Don't Cry Now, My Heartless Ex-Husband
Modern The smell of leaking gasoline burned my nostrils, but the cold look in my husband's eyes hurt worse.
Trapped in the overturned car, I watched Jacob reach in. He didn't reach for me, his wife. He unbuckled his mistress, Cassandra, shielding her head with a tenderness he never showed me.
He walked away, leaving me to burn.
I survived, but at a brutal cost. My right hand—the hand that played Chopin—was crushed into a useless claw.
Jacob didn't apologize. Instead, he moved Cassandra into our home. He let her wear my diamonds, mock my injuries, and burn my sheet music.
When I tried to expose her embezzlement, he called me unstable. To punish me for "betraying the family," he dug up my mother's grave and threw her ashes into the sea.
That was the moment the wife died, and something else was born. He thought he had buried me under the weight of his cruelty. He didn't realize he had planted a seed.
I staged my death and vanished into the snowy streets of Vienna.
Five years later, I am a world-renowned composer, and Jacob is a ruined man in a wheelchair, begging for a forgiveness I no longer have the energy to give. Burning His Empire For My Sister
Romance My sister died because my husband' s mistress needed the helicopter for her dog. I called him, begging him to send his medevac chopper. He promised it would be there in thirty minutes.
It never came. As my sister' s heart monitor flatlined, I saw the reason on Instagram. His mistress, Brooklyn, was posing with the helicopter, thanking my husband, Jax, for saving her Pomeranian who ate some chocolate.
When I confronted him, he chose her. He pushed me, and after the car crash that followed, he rescued her from the wreckage while leaving me bleeding in the back.
At the hospital, he played the hero for the news, but the final blow came from my lawyer. Our five-year marriage was a fraud; the license was fake.
So I disappeared. Now, two years later, I' m back. He built an empire on my back, and I' m here to burn it all to the ground. Signed Away: A Life Unbound
Romance The printer hummed, spitting out the last page of the asset transfer agreement for a company I' d spent five years building with my husband, Liam. Five years of a marriage that was now just ash.
My phone buzzed. It was Dr. Alex Chen. "Chloe, are you sure about this? There are other ways." His voice was gentle, the same way it had been for years, trying to hold me together. "No, Alex," I replied, my voice hollow and distant, "There' s no other way. Not for me."
He was sick, he didn't know what he was doing. But I was sick too. Sick of waiting for a man who no longer existed, a man who, two months ago, drugged me with potent sleeping pills so he could go out with his ex-girlfriend, Sophia. Because of that, his mother, Liam' s kind mother, died alone. He admitted it without a hint of guilt.
My heart finally turned to stone. The love I had clung to, the hope I had nurtured in the dark, it all died with her. For five years, I had cared for him, run our tech company, the one we built together, while he slowly disappeared. His memory didn't just fade; it rewound. He was twenty-one again, and dating Sophia Reed.
Now, I was just a means to an end. The woman who paid the bills so he could shower Sophia with gifts, the woman who ran the company so he had a fortune to offer his college sweetheart. I had spent the last two months meticulously preparing for this. Every share, every asset, every dollar in the company was being transferred to him. I was leaving him with everything. And I was leaving him.
I gave him the papers. He barely glanced at them, his thumbs moving across his phone. "What is it? More boring company stuff?" he asked. "Can't you handle it?" I pointed to the signature lines. "It's an asset transfer. It's all yours now. Just sign, and it's done." In his current state, he didn't even notice the divorce papers tucked at the bottom of the stack. He just wanted to get back to Sophia.
"Hey, Soph," he answered, his voice dripping with affection. "Yeah, I' m on my way now. Just had to sign some stuff here for… her." He didn' t even use my name. "No, it' s great news. I basically own the whole company now. We can buy that beach house you wanted. Yeah, the one in Malibu." He walked out the door, still laughing about all the things they were going to do with the money I' d signed over to him, without letting me tell him his mother was dead.
The door clicked shut behind him. When Love Makes Her Sick
Romance Sophia was the love of my life, but my affection literally made her sick.
For three agonizing years, every "I love you," every tender touch, brought on nausea, paleness, and a mad dash to the bathroom.
I tried everything-different cologne, a changed diet-but the only trigger was my unwavering love for her.
I was living in a special kind of hell, believing my love was her poison.
The final straw: our third anniversary. I planned a romantic evening, hoping things had changed.
But when I whispered, "I love you," she ran, violently retching in the bathroom.
Later that night, I overheard her tearfully tell her childhood friend: "His love is suffocating me. It' s a physical thing. It makes me sick."
My heart shattered; my affection was her torture.
I packed my bags, ready to leave, ready to finally free us both from this agony.
But then, the unimaginable happened.
Sophia got into a car accident.
She was rushed to the ICU, clinging to life.
And then her aunt called, revealing a devastating truth that turned my world upside down.
It wasn' t disgust.
It was love, too powerful for her traumatized soul to bear.
My love wasn' t poison; it was the cure she was too afraid to take.
I raced back, fueled by a terrifying hope.
But would it be too late? Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart
Romance The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me, a cruel reminder of my last moments.
Just hours after giving birth, my stepsister, Emily, forced poison down my throat, her beautiful face twisted in a triumphant smirk.
My husband, Mark, stood by, his hands pinning me to the hospital bed, his eyes cold and indifferent as life drained from mine.
They told the world I died of childbirth complications; a tragic accident.
Emily and Mark built their perfect family on the foundation of my unmarked grave.
But then, a violent gasp jolted me awake.
I shot up in bed, my chest heaving, the scent of antiseptic replaced by cool air and familiar sunlight.
I wasn't dead. My body was unblemished, my stomach flat.
I was back in my old bedroom, a month before they framed me, a month before I was forced to marry Mark.
Rage and betrayal solidified within me-not a fleeting flame, but an unshakeable stone.
"Is everything ready for tonight?" my stepmother, Mrs. Davis, whispered downstairs, her voice sharp and calculating.
"The drug is in the drink," Emily replied sweetly. "Once Chloe has it, we get her to the hotel room. A few photographers, a 'concerned' call to the Wilsons... and her reputation will be ruined forever."
Their plan, so wicked and perfect, was laid bare, just as I remembered. Frame me, ruin me, force me into marriage, then erase me entirely.
But this time, I knew their game.
And this time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would be the one setting the board. Betrayal's Sting: Her Own Path
Young Adult The university library hummed with the quiet hum of panic on the last day for college applications.
My finger hovered over the 'Submit' button for Caltech, my dream school, when I heard him.
Liam, my best friend since childhood, was laughing with his friends, his voice cutting through the silence.
"Chloe' s going there. She' s an art major, and she' s kind of nervous about being in the city alone. Someone' s got to look out for her."
Then the words that shattered everything: "Ava? It' s fine. She has my account password. When she sees I' ve changed my mind, she' ll follow suit. She can' t live without me anyway."
My breath caught.
He hadn' t just broken our decade-long promise of attending Caltech together; he expected me to abandon my own future, my father' s legacy, like a pet.
He truly saw me as an extension of himself, not a person with my own dreams.
The casual cruelty stung, deeper than any physical pain.
How could he so easily dismiss everything we' d planned, everything I was, for a new girl he barely knew?
Had our shared dream, the very foundation of my future, been nothing but a fleeting whim to him?
The betrayal was absolute, the humiliation searing.
I had built my world around a promise that, for him, was apparently disposable.
But then, a cold anger washed over me, stronger than any hurt.
He thought I couldn' t live without him?
He had no idea.
With a steady hand, I clicked 'Submit' on my Caltech application, forging my own path, free from his shadow. Seven Days to a Kiss
Fantasy My husband, Ethan, and I had a simple rule for our five-year marriage: we could have affairs, but our mansion was off-limits. It was our only sanctuary.
Then, on my birthday, he broke it.
He walked in with a girl named Tara, who looked disturbingly like my deceased sister, Gabrielle. Without even looking at me, Ethan' s voice cut through the air: "Jocelyn, I want a divorce. I' m going to be with her."
A strange calm settled over me.
I should have felt the familiar sting of betrayal, but I felt nothing.
Perhaps because two days earlier, I died. On our fifth anniversary, a truck swerved, and I died on impact. Yet, my soul, consumed by obsession for Ethan, refused to leave, binding me to this world. That' s when Papa Legba, a spirit of the crossroads, appeared.
He offered me a deal: seven days to get a true kiss from Ethan, and my life would be returned. Fail, and my soul was his.
I knew it was impossible; Ethan had never kissed me with genuine emotion. But I accepted. Now, watching my husband replace me, I was already on day two.
"Ethan, please. Just one kiss," I begged, but he scoffed, "I only kiss women I love."
Then, he kissed Tara deeply, passionately, right in front of me. The pain was so sharp, it felt like I was dying all over again. I was trapped, a phantom in my own life, with a magical red thread on my wrist visibly fading, signaling my impending eternal demise. And no one, especially not the man I loved, believed me. The Unseen Genius: A Family\'s Ruin
Modern I finally won. First place in the state math decathlon, the key to the gaming PC my family promised.
But when I walked through the door, my savings were gone, spent on ridiculously expensive lacrosse gear for my adoptive brother, Caleb, who was expertly faking devastation over a lost game.
My father scoffed, calling my victory "showing off" and my computer "stupid," while my mother and sister rallied around Caleb, reminding me of "the rule" – I was never to outshine him.
Then, at dinner, they ignored my severe dairy allergy while meticulously catering to Caleb's, leading to him faking a fall and accusing me, prompting my family to unite against me, forcing a hollow apology, and culminating in my sister throwing my backpack out the front door, effectively banishing me.
It was clear: in their eyes, I was merely a guest, a problem to be managed, and my achievements were just an inconvenient truth.
But as I walked away into the night, a quiet resolve solidified: they wanted a failure, and I would give them one – on their terms – while secretly building an empire they knew nothing about. Unwanted Pet, Undeniable Power
Romance My life was a meticulously groomed arena, flawless and secure, all thanks to Ethan Blackwood.
He rescued me, an orphaned girl clutching a lead rope and a trembling colt, after the fire took my parents and everything else.
He was my protector, my world. I believed he loved me unconditionally.
Then, the faint, expensive scent of Isabelle Thorne' s jasmine perfume clinging to his suit.
A physical manifestation of the lie he lived.
I pulled away from his embrace, the disgust a physical thing in my throat. He wasn' t just unfaithful; he saw me merely as a "talented little charity case," a prized pet.
The final blow came not from him, but from his perfect, polished mistress.
Isabelle Thorne herself sought me out, her cold smile dripping venom.
She mocked my past, confirmed Ethan' s dismissal of me, then, with a sneer, snatched my mother' s sunstone locket from my neck, deliberately breaking its delicate chain. It fell to the dusty stable floor, mirroring my shattered heart.
How could I have been so blind? So utterly devoted to a man who saw me as nothing more than a plaything, a controllable asset? The humiliation burned, making me feel physically sick.
My mother' s locket, my last tangible link, lay shattered like my trust, like my perception of my former savior.
I scrubbed my skin raw, desperate to wash away his touch, his scent, his betrayal.
I fled to Serenity Peak, determined to heal and find myself. But my quiet retreat detonated into a fierce quest for justice when a kind vet mended my broken locket.
He revealed a hidden compartment, and inside lay my mother' s secret journal, detailing not only the lost art of breeding Sunstone Stallions, but hinting at a ruthless man who coveted their work, a man who haunted their lives.
My escape was no longer just about healing; it became a quest to unravel a terrifying truth and reclaim everything I had lost. Second Chance, First Strike
Fantasy The scratchy lace of the pillowcase was the first sensation as I woke up, followed by the blinding Texas sun through thin curtains.
My heart hammered. This room. I knew this room.
It was the historic Texas ranch B&B, the very place everything in my previous life went horribly wrong.
I was breathing. Alive. Yet, I vividly remembered my death: exploited and fatally harmed at an awful "wellness retreat."
A jolt went through me. My phone confirmed the terrifying truth: I was back.
Back at the very start of the family reunion, on the infamous day of the stolen locket.
My own mother, Brenda, with her constant excuse of "I was only trying to help!" had systematically dismantled my life.
She' d framed me for theft, costing me a major promotion and my reputation.
She' d replaced my blood sample, leading to a false illness diagnosis that torpedoed my executive career.
Her relentless "help" had driven me to financial ruin and ultimately, to that fatal retreat.
Years of her suffocating "good intentions" had paved my road to hell, culminating in a betrayal that cost me my life.
The sheer injustice of it, the constant erosion of my autonomy and future, was a torment that lasted until my last breath.
But now, I was back. And this time, things would be profoundly different.
A cold, clear idea sparked, promising a future where her "help" would finally be her undoing. The Unkillable Truth
Horror My quiet dorm room shattered with the phone call that ripped my ordinary life apart.
The police officer's grim voice delivered the unthinkable: my father, brother, and grandmother were deceased, and my own mother, Eleanor, was apparently their killer, now vanished.
I abandoned university, returning to a house haunted not by ghosts, but by the unbearable silence and the world's cruel whispers of "The Miracle Cure Murders."
They painted my mother, who'd miraculously recovered from a rare disease, as a monster who slaughtered her family.
But none of it made sense; I knew only love in that house, and the inexplicable violence left me desperate for answers.
For three years, I obsessively replayed the security footage, consumed by the incomprehensible truth.
Then, a tiny detail emerged: my mother took nothing but Grandma Rose's vintage lace wedding dress, the one meant for me.
This specific dress, a coded message in the chaos, sparked a desperate plan.
I would stage a public wedding, an irresistible trap, to finally lure the vanished killer back and uncover the impossible truth. The Bellucci Bride's Vengeance
Mafia The air was thick with the scent of lilies and impending death in Don Tony Marino's master suite.
As his daughter-in-law, I was expected to maintain composure, a mask I wore expertly through the hushed murmurs of the family.
But nothing could prepare me for the scene that unfolded before my eyes.
My husband, Sonny, burst into the death room, dragging a garish woman with too much makeup.
His frantic shouts echoed: "Pop, I' m in love! This is Luna. I want an annulment from Izzy!"
He declared his intention to marry this gold-digger, shattering our family's most crucial alliance with my father, Don Marcus Bellucci.
A betrayal so audacious, it nearly brought the dying Don back to life in pure rage.
The shock reverberated through the hushed capos and family gathered outside the door.
Sonny, blinded by obsession, publicly shamed me, calling me cold and calculating.
Then, Luna, the parasite, offered her "brilliant" plan to save the family: an outdated cryptocurrency money-laundering scheme.
A plan so simple, so fatally flawed, even street dealers knew better.
My heart ached, not for Sonny, but for the profound disrespect shown to my family, to the very alliance cemented by my brothers' sacrifice.
How could he be so foolish? So reckless?
Was this truly the end of everything our combined families had built, all for a cheap Vegas grifter?
But as Luna babbled, a quiet, cold determination ignited within me.
I calmly exposed her amateur scheme, revealing its fatal flaws for everyone to hear.
In that fraught moment, a dying Don Tony Marino looked at me not as just an ally's daughter, but as the only one capable of confronting the chaos.
Little did I know, this public humiliation was just the first tremor.
The true reckoning for our family, and the rise of a new era, was about to begin. Don't Take The Test
Sci-fi It was SAT day, a pivotal moment, when a text from my brother Michael – vanished three years ago – shattered the calm: "Don't take the test!" My stomach twisted. He' d resurfaced. But how?
Then, my world truly fractured. My 'Mom' entered, her smile unsettlingly wide, her familiar mole bizarrely on the wrong side. Her reflection in the mirror seemed to melt. My 'Dad' also felt wrong, his touch cold, wearing a hated rival's jersey. These weren't my parents. My home, my family, had become an unnerving performance.
As they subtly pressured me towards the exam, even Michael's best friend, Ethan, joined their unsettling charade. A mysterious 'Dr. Reed' called, claiming Michael was dead, that I was hallucinating his texts, suffering from PTSD. They presented a fake funeral video with glaring inconsistencies.
Was I insane? Was my grief twisting reality? Deep-seated defiance screamed no. Only a single, secret promise, known just to the real Michael and me, could slice through this elaborate deception. I texted him, and his perfect, instant reply confirmed it. This world was a meticulously crafted lie. Michael was alive, trapped somewhere. I had to break free, through every twisted layer of illusion, until I hunted down the true mastermind. My freedom, and Michael's, depended on it. And I was ready to crash this reality. My Formidable Beggar Husband
Romance Here’s the translation of your text into English:
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Andrew became the top scholar of the nation, and immediately turned his back on me, becoming Krista's subordinate. Krista, jealous of Andrew's lingering feelings for me, forced me to become a prostitute in front of everyone. The countless stares and curses from the crowd made me lose all hope of living. Just as I was about to end my own life, a beggar reached out to me.
"Don't seek death; I want you," he said. He draped his tattered robe over me and took me away. Krista sat high on her platform, laughing mockingly: "A bitch is well-suited for a beggar; a match made in heaven."
The beggar held me tighter and whispered, "Next time we return, take their heads as your bride price..." I thought this was just empty comfort, but to my surprise, he donned silver armor and led an army of 150,000 to come and fight...
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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. 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? 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? 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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