Jiuye Fenglin
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Rejected By Him Claimed By Another
Werewolf I was the Alpha's Fated Mate, but for five years, Jerrod treated me like invisible trash while showering my adoptive sister with love.
When a pack of crazed Rogues attacked us, my mate didn't hesitate. He shifted into his massive dire wolf form and shielded my sister, leaving me completely exposed to the lethal claws.
I was torn apart and left bleeding out on the cold pavement while he frantically comforted her fake tears. I barely survived thanks to a passing Alpha. But when I dragged my broken body back to the pack, my sister deliberately poured hot potion on her own arm to frame me. My adoptive parents and the Pack Elders dragged me to the council hall. They stripped me of my only sanctuary and ordered me to publicly kneel and repent to the Moon Goddess for my "infidelity."
I looked at the people who were supposed to be my family and my mate. They watched me with cold, satisfied eyes, willing to drive me to my death just to protect a lying hypocrite. The sacred mate bond I once cherished was nothing but a sickening joke.
I didn't kneel to the Goddess. I knelt facing the door, severing the last thread of affection I had for this hellhole.
"From this day forward, my life or death is no longer yours."
I stood up and walked away, vowing to return all this pain to them a thousand times over. Reborn Mother: The Billionaire's Ruthless Bride
Billionaires In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire. Fired By The Father Of My Child
Romance Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim. A Billionaire Heiress From The Ashes
Modern My husband, Deegan, plunged a needle into my heavily pregnant belly. He said it was a mild sedative to "slow things down." The truth was a brutal betrayal.
His brother's widow, Karmen, was also due, and her son had to be born first to secure the family inheritance. He was sacrificing our child for money.
He locked me in a panic room, leaving me to suffer through agonizing contractions alone.
His sister found me, not to help, but to kick me and let her venomous snake sink its fangs into my arm.
As I lay bleeding out, my baby dying inside me, he had all the life-saving medical equipment moved to Karmen's private clinic, leaving me with nothing.
He called me a manipulative actress, a gold-digger trying to steal the inheritance. The man who swore to protect me left me to die on a cold floor, choosing a birthright over his own child.
But I didn't die. My billionaire father saved me, and I was reborn from the ashes of my grief. Years later, when Deegan stormed into my boardroom, convinced he could drag his "dead" wife home, I looked at the pathetic man he'd become. I slowly pulled the wedding ring from my finger and let it fall to the floor.
"The woman who loved you died that night." My Sister's Betrayal, My New Life
Modern I thought my partner Brayden and I were building an empire together. He was my rock, my partner in life and business, the man who understood my ambition to save my family's restaurant.
But one night, I woke up to his laughter mixed with another, sickeningly familiar voice-my little sister, Holly. They weren't just having an affair.
I listened from the shadows as they plotted to steal my restaurant, my recipes, and my entire life's work.
They mocked my dreams of starting a family, dreams Brayden had always dismissed with me. Holly was pregnant with his child, and they planned to rebrand my legacy as their own, leaving me with nothing.
The two people I trusted most weren't just stealing my future; they were erasing my past. They saw me as a fool, too blinded by loyalty to see their betrayal.
They were right about one thing: the Clare they knew was about to disappear. But not in the way they expected. I made a call to a controversial neuroscientist, ready to undergo an experimental procedure to erase my memory, change my identity, and orchestrate their complete and utter ruin. Revenge Is Sweet When Love Dies
Romance I gave up a life in London for my high school sweetheart, Blake Shaw. He repaid me by leaving me to be trampled by a panicked crowd while he saved another girl. That was just the beginning.
His obsession with being a hero to the fragile transfer student, Kris Gray, became a slow poison. He abandoned me during dates, gave me food I was deathly allergic to, and ignored my screams for help when I was assaulted. Each time he chose her, it was another cut, until I was raw and bleeding.
The end came when he believed her most vicious lie.
He looked at me with cold certainty as he called the police, framing me for a crime I didn't commit.
I watched from the back of the cop car as he held her, the hero protecting his damsel from the monster he had made me into. My love didn't just break that day; it turned to dust.
My family wiped the charges and put me on the next jet to London. I never looked back.
Until now. Five years later, I'm back, and Blake is about to learn that some choices come with consequences you can never outrun. Heartbreak, Betrayal, and Billion-Dollar Revenge
Romance After two years of brutal IVF treatments, I finally held a positive pregnancy test in my hand. I was the brains behind our billion-dollar tech company, and this baby was meant to be my greatest joint venture with my husband, Harden.
Then an anonymous text arrived. It was a video of Harden kissing an Instagram model, his hand high on her thigh. A second text followed: a bank statement showing he'd stolen millions from our company to pay for her.
I decided to go to the company gala and use my pregnancy to save us. But his mistress, Celine, showed up first, also claiming to be pregnant.
In front of everyone, my mother-in-law embraced her, calling her the true mother of the next heir. She gave Celine the family necklace she had refused to let me wear on my own wedding day.
Later, Celine shoved me. I fell, and a searing pain shot through my abdomen. I was bleeding on the ground, losing our miracle baby. I begged Harden for help.
He glanced at me, annoyed. "Stop being so dramatic," he said, before turning his back to comfort his mistress.
But as my world went dark, another man ran to my side. My biggest rival, Atticus Rios. He was the one who scooped me into his arms and raced me to the hospital.
When I woke up, the baby gone and my world in ashes, he was still there. He looked at me and made an offer. An alliance. A chance to take everything from the men who wronged us and burn their empires to the ground. The Wife Who Buried Our Child
Romance The rain fell on my daughter Lily' s tiny coffin. She was only six. I looked for my wife, Sarah, but she wasn' t there; everyone said she was overcome with grief.
But when I returned home, I heard her voice from the patio. She was smiling, talking to her ex-boyfriend Mark, purring, "It's done now. She's gone. Her birth was an accident anyway. A mistake that tied me down for six years." Then, she uttered the words that shattered my world forever: "The trip to Switzerland wasn't for some new miracle treatment... It was for euthanasia. It was quicker that way. Cleaner."
Just hours after burying our child, Sarah and Mark were laughing in my living room, celebrating her death as "a special occasion." The house, once a home, now felt like a tomb of lies. My daughter' s room was eerily empty, every trace of her existence erased, as if she had never lived.
I was living in a nightmare. My wife, the mother of my child, betrayed and murdered our daughter, then tried to erase her memory from our home. The woman I loved was a monster, celebrating her freedom from a child she called a "burden."
A cold resolve filled me. I packed Lily' s few remaining treasures, left Sarah and her lover, and drove to our secret clubhouse. I wouldn't let her erase Lily. This wasn't over. My fight for justice for my daughter, for her legacy, had just begun. Erased, Not Forgotten
Fantasy I died in Montana, exiled to a sanatorium by my husband, the President, who called me "unstable" because a broken heart dared to challenge his polished image.
One moment I was staring at a cracked ceiling, the next I was a ghost, bound to my husband, Julian, watching him sign documents in the Oval Office, oblivious to my spectral presence.
He had no idea I was dead, no idea I was trapped, a silent witness to his new life with Savannah Reed, his predatory mistress, who now occupied my White House, my roles, and even my family's legacy.
My very existence was being systematically erased – my name scorned, my achievements dismissed, and soon, even my beloved son Leo's resting place was threatened by their callous ambition.
How could the man I built, the man I loved, betray me so completely, framing me for a scandal I never committed, mocking my grief, and now plotting to defile our son's memory?
But even in death, a truth demands to be heard, and soon, the empire Julian built on lies began to crumble, promising a reckoning that would either free my soul or drag him into the abyss he created. Pampered by the Ruthless Boss: A Deceptive Sweetness
Mafia My last memory was the smell of ancient celluloid in a 21st-century archive, then a sharp chest pain. I woke up to the stench of gin and stale perfume, trapped in a stranger's body, in 1920s Chicago. My own mother, a faded vaudeville dancer, sold me to a notorious gang boss, Artie Gallo, for a sapphire cloche hat.
I found a flicker of connection with Leo, the kind projectionist, and risked everything to steal medicine for the starving poor. But when Artie discovered our secret, Leo, the only person I' d dared to trust, pointed a trembling finger at me. "She made me do it." The betrayal was a physical blow, worse than the whip that lashed my back in Artie's cursed cellar.
They threw me back in my room, broken and left to fester. The film, my last connection to my old life, gone with him. My body healed, but my soul was twisted into something cold and hard. How could he? How could the one pure thing I found in this nightmare turn out to be the cruelest blade?
When I finally emerged, adorned in garish makeup and a deceptively sweet smile, the old Clara was gone. I would become the woman Artie wanted, the woman this brutal world demanded. And I would make sure everyone who ever wronged me paid the price, even if it meant burying every last piece of my humanity. Their Betrayal, Her Billions
Sci-fi My world was a bland digital prison, my consciousness shunted into OmniVerse after their "Full Dive VR Consciousness Upload" experiment went belly-up, leaving me stuck in a hideous default avatar.
I streamed as SeraphSix, a voice of calm in the chaos, but I was constantly battling the insidious rumors calling me a "catfish" and a fraud.
Rival streamer JessiByte, more cleavage than content, fanned those flames, and "KevlarKing," my biggest tipper, arrogantly challenged me to turn on my face cam for a pathetic five hundred dollars, clearly wanting to impress her and humiliate me.
He'd even stooped to leaking a blurry, out-of-context screenshot of my plain default avatar, trying to make me look bad.
The constant accusations, fueled by their jealousy and entitlement, were draining.
Living as merely a voice behind a mask, fighting off attacks from those who sought to expose me as a "fraud" because my forced avatar didn't match the allure they imagined from my voice and intellect, felt like a constant insult to my true self.
My real life had been about beauty and presence; this default skin was a torment, and the whole situation entirely unfair, festering with cold anger.
Why was I stuck fighting in this superficial world that judged only surface, while my intellectual contributions were dismissed? Why did they so desperately want to expose a "plainness" that wasn't even mine?
Just as I prepared to end another exhausting stream, a private notification from the System flashed: "Host compensation protocol initiated. Restitution package available. Replicate original biometric signature onto current avatar?"
My breath caught.
My real face. The one I thought I' d lost forever.
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His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. 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. Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. His Unwanted True Mate Is The Secret Pack Heir
Dashing Wave Rider I was lying in the cold delivery room, enduring the agonizing contractions of giving birth to twins.
When I desperately called my fated mate, Alpha Dixon, to tell him the babies were coming, his voice was like ice.
"Let my assistant handle it. Don't call me again."
He hung up, abandoning me for another woman's laughter in the background.
He left me to give birth completely alone, treating me like a pathetic, disposable Omega.
He had even threatened that if I didn't sign the mate rejection papers, he would take my children away forever.
I thought my life was shattered by the man who was supposed to protect me.
But a routine blood test by the hospital's Healer revealed a shocking truth.
I wasn't an orphaned nobody. I was the long-lost pureblood White Wolf heir of the legendary Beaumont Pack.
Within hours, my true family—a powerful Alpha father, a Luna mother, and three fiercely protective brothers—rushed to my side, wrapping me in the absolute authority and wealth of the world's strongest Pack.
Backed by my new family, I summoned Dixon to the Pack Council to formally complete our rejection.
I watched his arrogant face as the clerk asked if I accepted his rejection.
But just as I opened my mouth to sever our bond forever, Dixon froze.
He was hit by an urgent mind-link, and his cold confidence instantly shattered into pure, unadulterated panic.
"We're not done!" he snarled, fleeing the hall before the ceremony could end.
I stood there, staring at the door. What on earth did that mind-link say? From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. 
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