Lan Lan
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Rejected By My Fated Alpha: Rise Of The White Wolf
Werewolf After seven days of high-intensity border patrol, it was already midnight when I finally dragged my exhausted body back to the pack castle.
I reached out to push the heavy oak doors.
But the magical scent-ward sparked and burned my frostbitten fingertips.
Access denied.
I thought I was just too tired and my spiritual energy was unstable, so I tried a few more times.
Still rejected.
I tried to use the Mind-Link to contact Zane, but he blocked me.
I stood in the freezing blizzard, shivering uncontrollably.
My wounds from fighting three rogue wolves were still bleeding, staining the white snow beneath my boots.
Until ten minutes later, Vivian, his irreplaceable first love, walked up the stone steps.
She was holding a bottle of elf-berry wine, wearing a luxurious fur coat.
The scent-ward glowed softly, recognizing the absolute Alpha privilege Zane had given her.
It allowed her to pass effortlessly.
I followed right behind her.
The moment I stepped inside, a magical confetti spell exploded right in my face.
Glittering dust covered my mud-caked, blood-stained armor.
The pack members in the hall burst into roaring laughter.
The tables were littered with ale bottles, and cake was smeared on the stone floor.
And the white wolf-skin rug I had hand-woven for our nesting den...
It was trampled into a messy, dirty rag, soaked in cheap wine.
Zane sat on his carved throne, holding his phone, laughing so hard he could barely sit straight.
"Who told you to only care about border patrols these past few days and ignore your Alpha?"
"Now you know what the cold treatment feels like."
I stood at the door, saying nothing.
Today, I fought off three rogue wolves. My wounds were still throbbing with agony.
I hadn't eaten a single bite, and my boots were soaked in freezing mud.
Tomorrow at dawn, I had to report the defense strategy to the Pack Elders.
But right now, I had to clean up this massive, humiliating mess.
Seeing that I didn't chase after him and playfully argue like I used to, Zane's face darkened.
"Who are you giving that dead attitude to?"
"It's just a little joke. Why are you getting so boring?"
He let out a cold, arrogant sneer, fully believing he had me completely under his control.
"If you can't stand it, we can just break the mate bond."
I thought about the new scent-ward access.
The one that even Vivian knew, but was deliberately kept a secret from me.
Suddenly, I didn't even want to take another step into this suffocating room.
"Fine, let's break it." Unwanted Fiancée: The World's Coveted Hidden Queen
Modern I came down from my secluded mountain sanctuary to settle an old engagement contract with the wealthy Travis family.
But the moment I walked in, the Travis patriarch threw a $500,000 check at my feet, telling me to crawl back to my backwater town and stop leeching off his son, Cam.
To them, I was just an unwanted country girl in a cheap cotton dress.
Cam even drove his Ferrari onto the sidewalk, trying to run me over while screaming that I was a parasite trying to extort them.
When that failed, he grabbed a jagged piece of metal and tried to stab my sister's throat to force me to submit.
"Nobody humiliates the Travis family and walks away!"
He laughed, boasting that his family's money owned the law in Chicago and that he could bury me alive.
They thought I was a helpless nobody they could abuse and discard at will.
They didn't know I was the sole heir to the Dragon Sovereignty, trained in lethal martial arts.
And they certainly didn't know that my sworn sisters were a Wall Street billionaire venture capital queen and the city's top surgeon.
I didn't take their insulting check. Instead, I wrote "VOID" across the contract myself.
Then, I snapped Cam's arm, handed the dashcam footage to the police, and sent the arrogant heir straight to a holding cell.
Just as the Travis family desperately tried to save him, my encrypted satellite phone buzzed.
The mother who raised us at the orphanage had vanished, and the clues pointed straight to the city's dark underbelly.
This time, I was going to tear down anyone who stood in my way. Chasing My Exiled Secret Baby Mama
Romance Danika Brewer was the adopted daughter of a wealthy family, but she was treated worse than a stray dog while their newly found biological daughter was pampered like a princess.
After a drunken mistake on her forgotten birthday, Danika discovered she was pregnant.
To protect the family's pristine reputation, her adoptive parents ordered her to abort the child immediately.
The doctor explicitly warned them that due to her severe blood condition, the surgery carried a massive risk of fatal hemorrhaging and permanent infertility.
But her parents didn't care if she died on the table.
"Sign the paper right now, or I'll throw you onto the street to starve!"
Forced onto the freezing operating table, Danika fought like a cornered animal, escaping the hospital with the help of her younger brother.
In retaliation, her parents froze her trust fund and exiled her to a decaying manor in the Swiss Alps to rot.
Right before she was kicked out, the biological daughter faked a fall, smiling secretly as their father slapped Danika across the face one last time.
Looking at the family that had raised her for twenty-two years, every illusion of love died in Danika's heart.
Why was her life and her unborn baby's life worth less than their fake social standing?
Boarding the one-way flight to Europe, Danika touched her flat stomach and made a cold vow.
She would survive, protect her child, and return to New York to make them pay tenfold.
Meanwhile, the ruthless billionaire who fathered her baby had no idea a storm was coming. Bound By The Tycoon's Dark Love
Modern Chloe Sullivan finally thought she had escaped her high school nightmare. She was a successful Manhattan corporate lawyer, celebrating a massive case win.
But the lounge lights flickered, and there he was. Axel Sinclair, the billionaire who had relentlessly controlled her ten years ago. He hadn't just found her; he had secretly bought her apartment building just to ambush her in her own hallway.
The nightmare escalated instantly. The police refused to help, terrified of the Sinclair name. He cornered her at work, forcing her law firm to make her his personal counsel by threatening to destroy her colleagues' careers. He tracked her phone, monitored every bite of food she ate, and even bought entire restaurants just to control her diet. When the stress made her physically collapse, his bodyguards threw her into an armored car equipped with military signal jammers.
"Your life is mine. I don't give you permission to die."
Ten years of running, studying, and building an independent life, all shattered in a matter of days. How could the American justice system she dedicated her life to be so utterly useless against one man's capital? Why was he so sickeningly obsessed with her that he would manipulate all of New York just to cage her?
As she woke up in a private hospital bed, heavily sedated and physically trapped in Axel's arms, Chloe realized a terrifying truth. He was changing his tactics, wrapping his violent madness in a suffocatingly gentle package. The physical hunt was over, but her desperate war for survival had just begun. Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis
Billionaires I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs. The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red
Modern Harlene was locked out of her own family's estate in a freezing blizzard, still trembling from a severe panic attack.
Her mother delivered a cold ultimatum through a security screen: attend her golden-child sister Estella's award gala, or lose her medical funds.
To make it worse, her ex-fiancé, Dennis, had chimed in to call her embarrassing and pathetic.
At the gala, Harlene was treated like a diseased outcast.
Dennis fiercely protected his new lover, Jailyn—the very woman who had stolen Harlene's designs.
But the ultimate betrayal came when Estella flaunted a silver-embroidered antique dress.
It was Harlene's grandmother's dress, her only pure memory of love, handed over to the enemy as a trophy.
When Harlene demanded answers, her own father slapped her across the face in front of the press, just to protect their pristine image.
They had stolen her career, her fiancé, and her inheritance, all while branding her the crazy, unstable daughter.
The sheer hypocrisy and cruelty finally severed the last thread of her sanity.
Why should she play the silent victim while they played the perfect family?
Instead of crying, Harlene smiled.
She drew a hidden dagger, slashed the antique dress to ribbons, and dragged Estella and Jailyn to the center stage.
Standing under the blinding spotlight with a bloody blade, she looked out at the terrified crowd.
"The Beaumont family is done hiding," she declared into the microphone. "Tonight, the curtain falls." The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback
Romance Ansley was banished to Europe for five years by her powerful adoptive family. She only secretly returned to New York to save her dying best friend’s bankrupt tech startup.
But to save her friend, Ansley had to unlock her frozen trust fund, instantly alerting her terrifyingly controlling adopted brother, Emery.
Trapped in his penthouse, Ansley overheard the horrifying truth. Her parents didn't banish her because she was a burden. They sent her away because Emery's sick, suffocating obsession with her was threatening his billion-dollar arranged marriage.
Desperate to escape his golden cage and save her friend's stolen life's work, Ansley sought help from the ruthless CEO of Aegis Group, Darius Woodward. Instead of looking at her data, Darius humiliated her. He mocked her cheap suit, told her she didn't even know how to beg properly, and threw her out into the freezing rain.
Sitting in her soaking wet clothes, Ansley realized that in this city of glass and steel, genuine effort meant nothing against raw power. She was entirely powerless against these apex predators.
But she was done crying, and she was done hiding.
Ansley threw her wet suit in the trash, slipped into a stunning silk dress, and walked right onto Emery's luxury birthday yacht.
As the socialites who ruined her life five years ago stared in shock, she took a slow sip of her martini.
"I'm not the same girl you chased out of town." The Innocent Traitor: Dying for the Alpha's Sin
Werewolf After waking up from a five-year coma, I expected a warm embrace from my Fated Mate, Alpha Caleb.
Instead, I was greeted with disgust.
Standing beside a woman named Hailie, Caleb accused me of being a traitor. He claimed I had sold pack secrets and faked my coma to escape punishment.
My own brother, Fitz—the boy I had sacrificed my wolf spirit to save—stood by and let them condemn me to protect his own stolen power.
My life became a living hell.
Caleb locked me in a sauna filled with toxic Wolfsbane vapor.
He burned my skin with silver-laced water while Hailie laughed.
And finally, he watched me fall from a roof, leaving me to die broken and alone on the concrete.
It was only after my death that he discovered the truth: Hailie was the real spy, and I was innocent.
Consumed by guilt, Caleb burned to death beside my coffin, praying for a second chance.
The Moon Goddess heard him.
Time rewound. Caleb woke up back to the day I opened my eyes.
This time, he banished Hailie instantly.
He treated me like a fragile treasure, filling my room with roses and vowing to protect me from the world.
He thinks he has been given a miracle to fix his mistakes. He thinks he can make me fall in love with him again.
But there is one thing my "perfect" mate doesn't realize.
I didn't lose my memory in the reset.
I remember every single way he killed me. From Mafia Pawn To The Don's Queen
Mafia It wasn't a gun, but the pen in my hand was going to end my life just the same.
Liam, the man I was supposed to marry in a month, pointed to the tablet on his desk. It showed a live feed of my mother’s hospital room.
"Sign the confession, Ava," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Take the fall for the embezzlement. Or the funding for her ventilator stops in ten seconds."
My heart hammered against my ribs. The crimes weren't mine. They belonged to Chloe, his mistress. But Liam Valenti, the Underboss of New York, was sacrificing me to save her.
"She's fragile," he said casually, adjusting his silk cuffs. "She can't handle prison. You're strong. You'll survive."
With tears blurring my vision, I signed the document. I signed away my career as a lawyer and my freedom to save my mother.
Liam snatched the paper like a prize. He didn't offer comfort. He just smirked.
"Good girl. The wedding is still on, of course. You'll look beautiful in the ankle monitor."
He walked out to celebrate with his mistress, thinking he had won. Thinking he owned me.
But he forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just his fiancée. I was the one who laundered his money. I knew where every body was buried—literally and financially.
The moment the door clicked shut, I stopped crying. I pulled out a burner phone and opened an encrypted app.
I wasn't going to jail. I was going to war.
I typed three words to the one man Liam feared most.
"Execute Protocol Zero." The Three-Year Lie: A Wife's Vengeance
Modern My husband, Edgar, and my mentee, Amelie, betrayed me. He staged a car crash that left me with amnesia, then held me captive for three years, convincing me he was my protector.
Meanwhile, Amelie stole my identity, my family's fortune, and became the new "Elise Everett." My parents died of grief, believing I was dead.
A slap from Amelie shattered the lies, and my memory came flooding back. I learned the horrifying truth: my perfect life was a prison built on my grave.
Forced to play the part of a broken, amnesiac lover, I endured their cruelty, secretly gathering evidence of their crimes.
I overheard Edgar confess everything-the crash, my parents' deaths, his plan to keep me as his "obedient pet" forever.
He wanted to parade his new wife at his birthday gala, a final humiliation for me.
So I offered to plan the party for him. He thought it was a gesture of love. He had no idea I was planning his downfall. His Lies, My Unbreakable Heart
Young Adult My future was a single, glowing line on a computer screen, a nearly perfect SAT score promising MIT and a clear path to my AI dreams. The world felt bright, simple, and entirely within my grasp.
Then the doorbell rang. It was Jake, my childhood best friend, looking disheveled and heartbroken, muttering that he had "bombed" his scores and was "not getting in anywhere that matters." He begged me, citing our childhood promises, to abandon my Ivy League ambitions and go to the state university with him.
But as he laid on the act, my laptop pinged. A tagged photo on Emily Chen's Instagram showed Jake triumphantly celebrating his 1450 SAT score, directly contradicting his tearful performance. He was accepted to CIT, a top tech school, and had obviously lied to manipulate me. The performance was flawless, the lies seamless.
My voice was quiet, dead. "You got a 1450." His face froze, the grief replaced by panic, then anger. He tried to grab my laptop, shouting that I was ruining everything. Just then, an email from our school confirmed his score. My friendship with Jake, twelve years in the making, was dead.
Suddenly, a new email popped up. This one from Emily. Attached were encrypted files: chat logs, emails, audio recordings. Their plan wasn't just to steal my AI. They were planning a hostile takeover of Alex Turner's company, Eos Dynamics, using my work as the weapon, framining him for corporate espionage. The sheer audacity of their continued deceit, even after all I knew, left me seething. They wanted to play games? I'd play. Betrayed By Love, Reclaimed My Life
Modern I drove to my father's mansion, divorce papers on the passenger seat, ready to tell him about my broken marriage. But voices from his study stopped me cold.
My stepmother' s pleased tone and my father' s soft replies revealed a horrifying plot: they had orchestrated my forced marriage to David, drugging him and luring me there, all to seize my mother' s company, Miller Corp.
My own father had sold me for a company. The man who orchestrated my five years of misery also murdered my mother. My world shattered. Grief turned to rage. I confronted David, only to find him with my stepsister, Samantha. He ripped up my divorce papers and choked me, accusing me of using him.
My own husband, the one person I thought I could rely on, stood by as my father beat me. He let me risk my life to save his mistress. He let me lose our baby. After all that, they offered me a divorce, believing they had won.
Why did they hate me so much? Why was I, his wife, continually punished while his mistress was doted on? What dark secret bound them all to this twisted game, and what was truly at stake?
But they underestimated me. I refused to be a victim. I would reclaim my mother' s legacy, expose their crimes, and make them pay for every tear, every betrayal, and every loss. The Miller Curse: A Broken Vow
Romance "No." The word fell like a stone in our perfectly proper living room. Thirty years old in two months, and the Miller Curse loomed-marry or face ruin. My parents, desperate, had arranged my marriage to Ethan Black, my childhood sweetheart.
But the perfect picture shattered. I found out Ethan, the man I was supposed to marry, had been having an affair with Sarah Jenkins, my ambitious young intern whom I had personally mentored.
The final insult came at a high-profile gala. Ethan took the stage, and with a smile, proposed to Sarah using a priceless architectural sketch-a design I had always adored, a symbol of our shared dreams. He then soft-talked Sarah, telling her she understood him better, and kissed her passionately while the room erupted in applause around me.
He walked right past me, leaving me humiliated, shattered, and utterly alone in a room full of pitying and scornful eyes. My world tilted. How could the man who promised me everything publicly choose another woman, and use my memories to do it?
But when he cornered me afterwards, offering to keep me as his secret mistress, his words twisted the knife. He even used the Miller Curse against me, threatening to destroy my career. That was when I knew: I wouldn't just walk away. I would rebuild. On my own terms. Her Betrayal, My Cold Resolve
Sci-fi The rain fell, cold and miserable, at my six-year-old daughter Lily' s funeral. My world had shrunk to a muddy patch of grass, as I numbly watched her tiny white casket lowered into the ground.
The one person who should have been by my side, my wife Sarah, was conspicuously absent. I'd told everyone she was too overwhelmed, but a chilling doubt was already taking root.
Back at our opulent mansion, I found Sarah not grieving, but on the phone with her ex-boyfriend, Mark. Her voice was light, cheerful, as she casually uttered words that shattered my reality: "Lily was an accident. I never wanted a child. And with her illness… I took care of it."
Then came the brutal confession: "The trip to Switzerland wasn' t for some miracle cure… It was for euthanasia. Now we can finally be together, Mark. No more secrets. No more baggage." My beautiful daughter, my brave girl battling for life, had been murdered by her own mother, who now mocked me, calling me a "leech" for spending "her family's money" on Lily's "treatment."
How could she? How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, commit such an unspeakable act and then gloat about it? My grief turned into a cold, hard resolve.
I knew then what I had to do. I would use my life's work, my groundbreaking Regenesis technology, to strike back at the people who stole everything from me. Betrayed Heart, Culinary Rise
Young Adult The scent of rosemary and garlic used to be my comfort, a promise of a future I was meticulously crafting. My Ashton Culinary Academy application, almost complete, sat waiting for my signature dish video.
Then, my step-sister Brittany waltzed in, phone already recording. "Welcome back to the 'Ultimate Prank Challenge' !" she announced, her cruel smirk widening. This wasn' t my audition; it was my entry for her "Worst Chef Wannabe" contest.
Laughter erupted, sharp and loud, from her clique, including Liam, my childhood friend, who just stared at his shoes. They'd "accidentally" spilled water on my application. My meticulously written essays blurred into meaningless inkblots. My chance was gone.
They hadn't just destroyed my dream; they' d turned me into a prop in their game for social media likes. The reflection in the oven showed their triumphant faces, a circle of hyenas enjoying their kill, while I was a ghost in my own kitchen. The warmth was gone, replaced by the sting of betrayal.
My mom' s voice later confirmed: Ashton had withdrawn my application. No anger, no sadness, just a factual pronouncement. She didn' t ask what happened, or if I was okay. I was just a problem to her.
They wanted peace? Fine. I would find my own way, with people who actually respected me. I was done understanding. The Woman Who Moved On
Modern It was my 28th birthday, spent alone in a lavish mansion, a single cupcake my only company.
My husband, Ethan, a media mogul, saw me as little more than a convenient accessory, oblivious to the aggressive brain cancer secretly consuming me.
So I signed the divorce papers, faked my own demise with my best friend' s help, and vanished, releasing him from a marriage he barely acknowledged.
He went on to pursue his college sweetheart, thinking himself finally "free" – but soon, his perfect life unraveled as he realized the vacuum I' d left, plunging him into a torment of regret as he believed I was dead.
Months later, I woke up in a different hospital, given a second chance at life by an experimental treatment and a caring doctor, but with no memory of my past, particularly of Ethan, the man I' d loved in secret.
My new doctor claimed to be my loving husband, and together we built a beautiful life, complete with a joyful daughter, while Ethan desperately searched for the "dead" wife he never truly saw.
Now, imagine his raw despair when he finally finds me, radiant and thriving, only to hear me say, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know you," embracing my new family and utterly refusing to let his painful past haunt my hard-won peace. You might like
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." 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. 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. Rejected By My Betrothed, Claimed By The Warlord Alpha
Liz Nozick I was born a wolfless cripple in the Richmond Pack, but by royal decree, I was engaged to the kingdom's Champion Knight, Emory.
During the winter banquet, my half-sister Dessie suddenly tilted backward into the royal ice pond, screaming that I pushed her.
In my previous life, I reached out in panic to save her, only to be dragged down and framed for attempted murder.
When Emory dove into the freezing water, he swam right past my sinking body to rescue her instead.
Once ashore, my own father and my betrothed ignored my desperate pleas.
They branded me a vicious, jealous traitor.
Emory publicly broke our engagement to marry Dessie, while my father threw me to the executioner to wash away the family's shame with my blood.
Until my head was on the chopping block, I didn't understand.
Why did my own family want me dead just because I had no inner wolf?
Why did the knight who swore to protect me conspire with my illegitimate sister to destroy my life?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the snow-dusted terrace, right as Dessie was setting up the exact same trap.
"A wolfless cripple like you should crawl back to the gutter," she whispered, falling backward.
This time, I didn't flinch or beg for help.
Instead, my fingers shot out like iron clamps, grabbing her wrist, and I dragged her into the freezing depths with me. The Blind Alpha's Rejected White Wolf
Mu Hui Xin On the day I swallowed the lethal poison, my blind Alpha husband was accompanying his adopted sister to her prenatal checkup.
For three years, I ruined my face and crippled my wolf to act as his secret blood bag, absorbing his deadly silver toxicity.
Yet, upon hearing of her pregnancy, he brutally forced himself on me to vent his manic rut. And the moment she whined for him, he abandoned me without hesitation, leaving me bleeding and shattered on the cold floor.
"Take the money and keep out of her sight." He sneered, throwing a black card at my battered face to buy my dignity.
He didn't know I was dying.
I didn't cry or argue. I calmly signed the mate rejection papers and swallowed a forbidden neurotoxin that induces absolute physiological death.
A month later, his sight was finally restored.
But instead of the devoted Luna he loved to torture, he found only a withered, stiff corpse on the bed.
The ever-arrogant, ruthless Alpha completely shattered.
In the dead silence, he fell to his knees and crushed my lifeless body into his arms.
He pressed his quivering lips to mine, desperately sinking his fangs into my freezing scent gland as he sobbed in absolute agony: "Stop sleeping, Gianna, I can finally see you... I'll pay you back with my life, just don't throw me away." 
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