Katie Oettgen
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I Rejected the Alpha Who Killed Me
Werewolf Five years ago, I tore my inner wolf out of my soul to save Alpha Floyd's life.
In return, he treated me like a "Wolfless freak" and made me a slave in my own pack.
To please his mistress, he pressed glowing coals laced with silver directly into my palms, burning the hands that had once woven protection spells for him.
Then, he watched with cold indifference as I drowned in the freezing Moon Pool, sneering that I was just "being dramatic."
It wasn't until the autopsy that he saw the surgical scars on my heart.
He finally realized I hadn't lost my wolf—I had given it to him.
Consumed by madness and guilt, Floyd sacrificed his own soul in the Silver Dungeon, begging the Goddess to turn back time.
He wanted a second chance to worship me.
When I opened my eyes, I was eighteen again, back at the Academy.
Floyd stood before me, his eyes ancient and filled with tears.
"I remember everything," he choked out, reaching for me with a trembling hand. "I came back for you, my Luna."
I looked at the man who had murdered me in the name of love.
"You think suicide buys forgiveness?"
I stepped back, grabbing the hand of the quiet Beta student he used to despise.
"I reject you, Floyd Meyers."
"And this time, I'm choosing the man who would never let me burn." His Unwanted Wife, My New Dawn
Modern For six years, I was the wife of a tech billionaire with crippling mysophobia. To my husband, Killian, I was a contaminant he was forced to tolerate for a business merger, a ghost in my own home.
But for his mistress, the influencer Isabel, every rule was broken. He worshipped her, believing she was the angel who' d saved him from a near-fatal climbing accident two years ago.
The truth was, I was the one who braved a blizzard to rescue him, suffering severe frostbite in the process. But he laughed in my face, calling me too fragile. He knelt on a filthy police station floor to touch her bare feet, yet he' d recoiled from my touch for years.
He destroyed my grandmother' s priceless locket because she wanted it. He forced me to kneel and apologize for her lies, threatening my family's company if I refused.
The final humiliation came when he publicly declared her the true mistress of the house and made me climb a dangerous, thorny hill on my injured ankle to pick roses for her.
As I stumbled back, covered in mud and blood, I felt nothing. The love I had stubbornly held onto was finally, completely dead.
I walked away that night with the signed divorce papers in my hand. My old life was over, and my fight for a new one had just begun. Neglected Wife's Bitter Sweet Revenge
Modern I was the perfect wife to my producer husband, Braden, enduring his coldness and affairs for one reason: his promise to release my late father's priceless songbook.
Then, at a crowded industry party, I watched him kiss his starlet mistress, Destany, for all to see. The humiliation made me collapse, and I woke up in a hospital bed to a shocking truth: I was pregnant.
Braden used our unborn child as a leash, playing the role of a devoted husband while secretly continuing his affair.
His mistress grew bolder, breaking into our home after taunting me with photos of her and Braden in Tokyo.
"That baby is just another obstacle," she whispered, her eyes filled with hate as she lunged at me.
In the struggle, she shoved me down our grand staircase. The fall was a blur of sickening thuds and a sharp, searing pain. I lost my child.
The one thing that had tied me to him was gone, stolen by his cruelty and her jealousy. The years of his lies and my silent suffering crystallized into a single, cold purpose.
When Braden knelt by my hospital bed, sobbing and begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I simply picked up the phone and called my lawyer.
"I want a divorce," I said, my voice like ice. "And I'm taking back everything." His Unseen Love, Her Blind Regret
Romance For five years, I was the perfect husband to my wife, Jorja. I was the man who supposedly healed her broken heart after her first love, Cale, left her. Now Cale was back, and she insisted we all have dinner together.
Suddenly, a fight broke out at the next table. A man flung a bowl of steaming hot soup, and it flew directly towards us.
In that split second, I watched my wife lunge. Not towards me, but towards Cale, shielding him with her own body. The scalding liquid hit my arm and chest, the pain searing through me.
While I gasped in agony, Jorja fussed over a tiny splash on Cale's hand.
"We need to go to the emergency room right now!" she cried, rushing him out the door.
She paused only to look back at me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "You can take a taxi to the hospital, right?"
After five years of selfless care, of giving up my art scholarship to Paris to be her live-in cure, I was abandoned, covered in second-degree burns.
As I sat alone in the ER, an email arrived. My scholarship had been reinstated. That night, I didn't go back to her house. I went to start the life she had stolen from me. When Love Becomes a Weapon
Modern The sterile air of the pre-flight briefing room chilled me to the bone.
It was the taste of betrayal, bitter and metallic, that filled my mouth once more.
Liam, my fiancé, and Chloe, his protégé, had crushed my career, my reputation, my entire life.
They had effectively killed me.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was back in the exact room, at the precise moment it all went wrong.
My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat of terror and a cold, rising fury.
"Ava, are you listening?" Mark, my second-in-command, looked at me, concerned.
He told me Chloe Vance had brought an undeclared briefcase, a "gift."
I recognized it instantly: Project Chimera, a dangerous AI prototype.
In my past life, I'd tried to protect Liam, only to have him orchestrate my complete downfall.
He' d publicly accused me of corporate espionage, painting me as unstable and emotional.
I had broken protocol for him, and he used it as a weapon.
That version of me, naive and trusting, was dead.
"You' re right, Liam," I heard myself say, my voice softening.
"A gift is just a gift. We' ll let it go this one time."
My team stared at me in disbelief.
But I wasn' t saving him.
I was giving him enough rope to hang himself.
This time, he would be the one to fall. Second Chance, Second Curse
Romance The white ceiling was unbearably familiar. I was supposed to be dead, incinerated in a lab accident ten years ago, but instead, I was back, staring at the ceiling of the hotel suite where my marriage to Sophia Hayes began.
My second chance. Instead of a fresh start, I walked into the same hollow wedding, only to be ambushed by Director Thompson. He dropped a bombshell: my marriage was a cover, Sophia was an intelligence agent, and my cutting-edge Manticore Project was the target of her operation.
Forced to play the loving husband, every affectionate gesture felt like a lie. The bitterest pill was seeing Sophia, my wife, constantly meeting with Liam Carter, my rival from a past life. I watched them in the park, saw her laugh and hold his hand, the warmth she never showed me, fueling a rage that culminated in me shattering our wedding photo.
Why was she so readily giving him what I craved? The official explanation – it was all part of the mission – felt hollow. It was a hell I' d already lived, but this time, the betrayal was sanctioned, and I was just a patriotic fool.
Then, I followed them to a clandestine meeting, only to overhear Liam demand my Manticore data. Before I could process Sophia seemingly agreeing to hand over my life' s work, I was caught in a federal sting. Liam escaped, and I was arrested for espionage, with Sophia, my own wife, claiming full responsibility and confirming I was her co-conspirator. Her complete and utter betrayal, putting me in jail, all to protect him, shattered my soul. I had traded one prison for another, a cage of unrequited love for one of national conspiracy. My second chance was quickly becoming a second curse. My Comatose CEO Wife
Romance I signed a contract to marry a comatose billionaire. It was just business-a way to save my parents from crushing medical debt. I was a broke musician, she was a famous Silicon Valley CEO, and my job was simple: act like a devoted husband while she was unconscious.
But then, a voice started talking in my head. "Ugh, this Jell-O tastes like sadness." It was her. Victoria. The woman everyone thought was brain-dead was fully conscious inside, and I was the only one who could hear her.
Suddenly, my life became a bizarre performance. I was trapped, not just by the contract, but by her relentless, snarky inner monologue. I acted out her hidden desires-eating tacos by her bedside, arguing about bad rom-coms-all while the world hailed me as the ultimate devoted husband. The fame exploded, her company's stock soared, and everyone believed the fairy tale. Except me. And her, the voice in my head.
But just as our bizarre connection deepened, just as I started to fall for the real, hidden Tori, she woke up. And she believed the worst. She saw me in a staged embrace with another woman, heard whispers of my "devotion" while she was unconscious, and instantly branded me a perverted gold-digger. After weeks of sharing her innermost thoughts, after hearing her true self, how could she believe I was the villain?
I wasn't just some broke musician anymore. I was the only person who truly knew Victoria Blackwood. So, standing there, accused and disgraced, I had a choice: walk away with the money, or fight for the woman whose voice had haunted my dreams. I chose to expose every secret, every quirk, every vulnerability she thought only she knew, hoping she'd finally see the real me. And the truth. Not His Son: The Billionaire's Fury
Billionaires My life as a self-made millionaire seemed perfect alongside my wife, Jessica, and our six-year-old son, Leo.
Then, the doctor's words hit like a brick wall: "End-stage renal disease. He needs a transplant."
My brother, Kevin, was Leo's only match.
But instead of a selfless act, he smirked, demanding my vacation home, two million dollars, and 20% of my company for a life-saving kidney.
My own father, Frank, and the rest of my family backed his outrageous extortion.
I said no. The room erupted. My wife shrieked, my father raged, and Kevin gloated, calling me a monster.
Jessica wasted no time, launching a viral GoFundMe immediately: "Help My Son When His Millionaire Father Won't."
The internet condemned me instantly, painting me as a heartless villain willing to let his child die over money.
Why would a man who built an empire from nothing risk it all, and supposedly his own son's life, for mere dollars? Was I truly the monster they saw?
They thought I was insane, blinded by greed. But as I calmly froze our joint accounts and walked into the hospital cafeteria where they were celebrating their public shaming campaign, they had no idea.
The truth I was about to unleash would shatter their world, not just mine.
This wasn't about money; it was about a deeply buried, horrifying secret I had been preparing to expose for months. Too Late, Mr. Blindness Billionaire
Romance My entire world revolved around Liam, my little brother, whose fragile life was being stolen by aggressive leukemia. My boyfriend, Ethan, genuinely loved me, but the $50,000 needed for Liam' s experimental treatment felt like an insurmountable mountain. In a desperate bid for money, I answered a seemingly legitimate ad for a high-paying personal assistant, only to step into a horrific trap orchestrated by my own manipulative half-sister, Chloe. I was brutally assaulted, drugged, and left for dead. The police report, maliciously twisted by Chloe' s connections, painted me as a "high-end call girl" injured in a "client dispute." Chloe then spun a web of lies to Ethan, claiming I' d taken the $50,000 for myself. He bought every word, his loving eyes turning into a mask of utter disgust before he walked out of my life forever, leaving me shattered and Liam still fighting for his life. How could the man who once vowed to protect me believe such monstrous accusations without question? The betrayal, the public humiliation, and the profound injustice felt like a physical weight crushing my spirit. Five years later, I had painstakingly rebuilt my life, becoming a successful tech executive in London. Then, a call from Ethan-now a billionaire-pulled me back to New York. My fragile hope for closure was brutally crushed when I found him engaged to Chloe, ready to restart their cruel tactics and drag me back into their twisted game. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would fight back. His Aunt, His Sanctuary
Billionaires For a year, I was nothing but a ghost in the Vanderbilt penthouse, Seraphina's secret plaything, her devoted bodyguard.
I loved her with a silent, burning devotion, always there, always ready to serve.
Then, as casually as she' d summoned me to her bed, she dismissed me.
Her wedding to Julian Astor was in ten days, and our arrangement was abruptly over.
The chilling indifference in her eyes was a prelude to the hell that followed.
Suddenly, I was at Julian Astor's mercy – a petty, sadistic monster who reveled in torment.
He ordered me beaten, humiliated, even forced me to kneel on scorching metal grates until my knees were raw.
I endured a public flogging, my back shredded, while Seraphina, the woman I' d protected with my life, smiled at my tormentor.
When I was stabbed protecting Julian, he deliberately shoved me into the knife, and Seraphina merely watched, unconcerned.
My unique blood, inherited from the parents I scarcely remembered, was drained near to death to save the man who tortured me.
It was then I learned the truth: my parents weren't gone in an accident.
They were murdered by Seraphina' s father, who then "rescued" me, molding me into his perfect, disposable weapon.
Every ounce of hope, every flicker of warmth I'd held for Seraphina, froze into bitter ice.
I was broken, but no longer blind.
Now, the loyal dog is dead.
From the ashes of Vanderbilt' s cruelty, The Wraith is born, and I will tear down their empire, one bloody secret at a time. The Perfect Daughter's Secret
Modern My mother, a medical examiner, sees death every day.
Yet, for ten years, she never truly saw me, not after my father' s tragic death, which she relentlessly blamed on me.
Instead, all her love was lavished upon Chloe, the perfect daughter, my shining replacement.
On my 21st birthday, Chloe sent men to abduct me.
With a phone pressed to my ear, a hiss on the other end commanded me to beg my mother for a birthday meeting.
Liv' s response was a chilling dismissal, a final accusation regarding my father' s death, and then echoing silence.
Soon after, I became a Jane Doe, dismembered and stuffed into a duffel bag, delivered directly to my mother' s morgue.
I watched, an unseen ghost, as her meticulous, gloved hands pieced together my violated body.
She didn't flinch, my own mother, just saw a case, a victim, nothing more.
Anguish, a useless emotion for a ghost, consumed me.
As Liv worked, I relived Chloe' s whispered taunts: "He always liked you best, Sarah. Even dead, he liked you best."
Chloe, the one who orchestrated my father's boating 'accident' and then meticulously murdered me, went home to my mother' s continued praise and love.
Meanwhile, I lay in pieces on a cold steel table, under my mother' s unseeing eyes.
But a small, silver dolphin pendant, my father' s last gift, sent back to my mother with a severed hand and a lock of shocking pink hair, ultimately ripped through her carefully constructed blindness.
It was a macabre gift, a final, undeniable piece of a monstrous truth linking her perfect daughter, my father' s death, and my own brutal end.
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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.
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? 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. 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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