Lian Lian
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The Silvered Mate: Destroyed by Her Alpha
Werewolf Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone. Husband's Lies, Mistress's Son
Modern My world crumbled when I saw my husband, Arthur, across the street with his mistress, Karin, and a son who was his spitting image. For years, he' d told me he wasn' t ready for a family. It was all a lie.
But the true horror began at my own awards ceremony.
Karin' s son, coached to hate me, rushed the stage and attacked me. The assault caused me to miscarry the baby Arthur swore he never wanted. As I lay bleeding on the stage, my husband didn't help.
He shoved me aside, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You monster!" he roared, scooping up his son and leaving me shattered in front of everyone.
Later, Karin cornered me, her voice a triumphant whisper. "I made sure you'd lose the baby." Then, she pushed me off a cliff into the churning ocean below.
But I didn't die. A fisherman pulled me from the water, broken but alive. As the world mourned the "accidental drowning" of Elenora Dawson, I made a call to the Vienna Conservatory.
"I accept." The Alpha's Regret: Rejecting His True Luna
Werewolf I sat in the Alpha suite, convincing myself I had done the right thing.
I had just rejected Alex, my fated mate. She was a weak Omega, and my pack needed a strong Luna like Iliana.
But then, I overheard my twin children whispering in the backseat of the car.
"My tummy hurts, Kenny," my daughter whimpered. "It's the special juice Auntie Iliana gave us. It tastes like fire."
My blood ran cold. I demanded a toxicology report immediately.
The results nearly brought me to my knees: Wolfsbane.
The woman I had placed on a pedestal, the woman I broke my bond for, had been slowly poisoning my heirs to clear her path to power.
I executed Iliana’s punishment and immediately turned the convoy around, racing toward the Silver Moon territory where Alex had taken refuge.
I clutched the old silver engagement ring in my sweating palm. I was the Alpha. We were fated. I could fix this. She would forgive me once she knew the truth.
But when I arrived, I didn't find a broken woman waiting for her savior.
I found a Goddess.
Alex stood on the dais, her skin glowing with the legendary bioluminescence of the White Wolf bloodline. Standing protectively beside her was Daniel Sosa, the most ruthless Alpha in the region.
I rushed forward, falling to my knees and holding up the ring.
"Alex, please! I made a mistake! Come home!"
The crowd went silent. I waited for her to cry, to run into my arms.
Instead, she looked at me with eyes devoid of love.
"You didn't just break my heart, Gavyn," she said coldly. "You broke the sacred law."
Then, she turned to Daniel.
"Watch, Gavyn," she whispered, her voice carrying on the wind. "This is what real love looks like."
She pulled Daniel down and kissed him, and the world exploded in silver light, sealing a new bond right before my eyes. The Heart I Married For
Modern For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale.
Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error.
Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter.
Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me.
Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing.
So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved. Marked for Vengeance: Back to the Cold Grave
Sci-fi "Mark, we're over." The words, simple and clean, were the hardest I' d ever spoken, yet they carried the sweet taste of freedom. After a lifetime of his smooth, confident voice, it was over. My hands trembled as I hung up, staring at my reflection in the cheap motel window-pale and thin, but with a light in my eyes I hadn' t seen in a decade.
Because this wasn' t the first time I' d lived this nightmare. In another life, just days after my brother David' s tragic death, Mark had delivered the second crushing blow: my university admission, my future, was gone. He' d proposed amidst my grief, a manipulative anchor to a broken woman. For ten years, he' d used children and false promises to keep me trapped, extinguishing my spirit until I withered and died at 32, a ghost haunting my own life.
Then, I witnessed him standing over my grave, a strange relief on his face, boasting that he' d traded my life and my brother's legacy for Emily White. Emily, who got my university slot, Emily, who built an empire on David' s invention. He never loved me; I was just a transaction.
Now, I was back, reborn in this dingy motel room, the memory of that cold grave clinging to me. Mark's frantic calls and aggressive banging shook the door. He was no longer smooth, but raw, demanding. He thought I was his grieving, pliable fiancée, to be managed.
But I crushed that old fear. I locked him out, confronting him through the chain with a truth that stunned him. My brother was dead, and I was finally thinking clearly. He' d given Emily what was mine? It was time for him to pay. This wasn' t an act of petulance; it was a promise. This time, I would save myself. From 104 Degrees to Triumph: The Wife They Tried to Kill
Romance My husband, Matthew, was on a ski trip with his mistress, and his assistant, Stella, sweetly told me the Henderson project needed sorting, fever or not.
When I tried to call in sick, Matthew scoffed, dismissing my 104-degree fever as "drama."
After eight years of being treated like dirt, humiliated and controlled by him, I calmly told him I wanted a divorce, but he only laughed, reminding me he paid for my ailing father' s expensive medical treatments.
Minutes later, a company-wide Slack poll popped up: "Is Gabrielle's divorce threat for real this time?"
Matthew voted "Fake," and my colleagues piled on with ridicule.
When I typed "It's real. I've hired a lawyer. And I quit," I knew my life was about to explode.
Still reeling, I went to the office to deliver my resignation, only to be met by Stella.
In a horrifying live company video call with Matthew, she had maintenance workers dump buckets of ice water on me, drenching my feverish body.
I collapsed, hitting my head on a glass table, and the world went black.
Waking in the ER with a concussion, Matthew stood over me, fuming about the cost and the "scene" I'd made, completely devoid of concern.
Then came the news: my father's life-saving procedure had been cancelled while I was unconscious.
It was Stella, who had used my phone to cancel it and steal the $50,000 bonus Matthew had promised me, gloating that she was Matthew' s ultimate problem-solver.
My father was gone.
Killed by their casual cruelty.
But as the raw agony tore through me, I realized something cold and clear: they had pushed me too far, and now, they would pay.
I would take nothing from Matthew but my freedom, and then I would watch their carefully constructed world burn. The Truth in the Fold: A Family's Secret
Young Adult My hands bled on the cracked asphalt, muscles burning, but I kept dribbling. This was it: my third, final shot at a basketball scholarship-my ticket out of this dead-end town and the crushing poverty that had always shadowed my life.
I' d just nailed a private tryout, the scout promising a scholarship, but my euphoria shattered the moment I unlocked the door to find my older brother, Leo, waiting in the dark with his thick leather work belt, his first strike searing across my shoulders.
My screams brought our neighbors, then my coach, Mr. Henderson, but the fear in their eyes wasn' t for me; it was for something Leo showed them on a crumpled legal document, which turned their sympathy to cold pity as they told me to give up my 'foolish dreams' and walk away.
Left bleeding and abandoned, waking in a hospital bed, Leo and Coach brazenly told Deputy Miller I was mentally unstable, hurting myself because of basketball pressure, and the same terrifying paper made the deputy' s eyes flicker with doubt-why did everyone believe these monstrous lies, what power did this paper hold?
A jolt of frantic energy propelled me, my good hand seizing the document from Leo' s jacket, and as I read the chilling words-a pact tying his freedom to my failure, revealing he was a hostage, not a villain-I knew I had to shatter my own dreams to save him. My Freedom, His Regret
Romance The cold ultrasound gel didn't dim the warmth in my heart; I was six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, a dream I’d chased for ten years with my husband, Ethan.
I drove home, convinced this daughter would finally heal our fractured marriage, my heart swelling with hope.
I found Ethan in our marital bed, tangled with an Instagram model – my world shattered.
This wasn't the first time; a flash of memory showed me screaming, throwing a vase, and then being shoved down a grand staircase in another life, losing our previous child.
But this time, a cold clarity washed over me instead of rage.
I simply turned and walked away, divorcing Ethan and his toxic world with startling speed.
My own mother dismissed his affairs as mere "needs," urging me to secure child support and prioritize their financial comfort over my pain.
Then, came the ultimate humiliation at the clinic: Ethan arriving with his new mistress, who cruelly mocked me, claiming to carry his "real heir," while his fury was aimed directly at me.
In that moment, a devastating truth became clear: to truly escape his suffocating control, to protect any future for myself, I had to make the most agonizing choice of my life.
How could I bring a child into such a poisonous legacy, a world where the man who should protect us was the ultimate aggressor?
His actions forced me to sacrifice a precious life, ripping away my choice and my daughter, just to reclaim my very freedom.
So I boarded a one-way flight to Oregon, burning every bridge to my old life, ready to rebuild from the ashes. The Night I Died, She Chose Him
Fantasy My spirit watched. That’s all I could do while my life slipped away. My eight-year-old son, Finn, begged his mother, Laura, to help me. I was gasping, mid-asthma attack.
But Laura, my wife, pulled away, eyes flicking to the door. She dismissed me as "dramatic," a lie whispered by her manipulative ex-flame, Julian Vance. He had convinced her I was faking, and she chose him, leaving me to die alone, just to meet him.
I died, but my spirit remained, a powerless anchor to our home. I watched in agonizing horror as Laura abandoned Finn, leaving him with my cooling body. When Finn, terrified and barefoot, ran for help, he found Laura laughing with Julian. She dismissed his pleas, punished him for "embarrassing" her, even wishing I would "disappear." Julian, the architect of our ruin, systematically drained our savings, gaslit Laura, and now relentlessly tortured our son. I saw him dismember my dead body, and Finn was forced to witness it all. Yet, Laura, tragically blinded by obsession, believed Julian’s every lie, ignoring Finn’s cries, his visible injuries.
How could she choose this monster over her own child, her own husband? How could her love turn into such monstrous neglect? My helpless rage was a silent scream, an agony beyond death itself.
But tethered to her madness, I couldn't rest. Until the crushing truth finally shattered her delusion, I knew my boy and I would be bound to this nightmare. Could she ever truly see the monster she embraced, and the family she destroyed? Or would we forever be prisoners of her oblivion? From Heiress to Outcast
Romance For twenty years, I lived a life of pampered luxury, the cherished heiress of the powerful Harrison family defined by our sprawling Hamptons estate, my loving adoptive parents, and my intense, often unsettlingly devoted brother Julian.
Then, a cold, thin file placed on my father’s desk shattered everything. A hospital mix-up, two decades ago. The truth hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath: the Maya Rodriguez on the report was me, and I was not a Harrison. The real heiress, Ava Sterling, was already on her way.
My world collapsed into a gilded cage when Julian, the brother who claimed to love me obsessively, refused to let me leave, physically isolating me in their opulent New York penthouse. After a shocking car accident left him with severe amnesia, I was rendered invisible to him, a "troublesome housekeeper" at the mercy of his ruthless fiancée Olivia and the cunning Ava. They unleashed a torrent of brutal torment, from physical abuse and public humiliation to being framed for theft, culminating in Julian casually condemning me to a fate worse than death.
How could the man who once fought for my affection now look through me with such blank, cold indifference? Every bruise, every psychological blow, amplified the crushing injustice of being treated as less than nothing, even as my connection to them had inadvertently saved Ava’s life. Was there truly no escape from this nightmare, no recognition of the girl he once claimed was his?
Just as despair threatened to swallow me whole, a glimmer of hope appeared in the kindness of an old friend, Noah. When they demanded my rare blood to save the very girl who tormented me, I seized my chance, offering my life force in exchange for absolute freedom. This was my final, desperate gamble: would this ultimate sacrifice allow me to finally disappear and rebuild a life far from the toxic Harrisons, or was I forever doomed to be their pawn? You might like
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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