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Pregnant And Rejected: The Alpha's Cruel Choice
Werewolf I gave up a prestigious scholarship to Zurich to become the architect of the Obsidian Pack, believing Alpha Emilio was my Fated Mate. I spent four years building his walls, his training grounds, and his legacy, waiting for the Mark that never came.
On the night I planned to tell him I was pregnant with his heir, he stood on the dais and publicly gave my custom-designed Luna bracelet to his mistress's son.
Desperate and heartbroken, I stepped forward to reveal the truth about our baby. Emilio didn't offer comfort. Instead, he used the Alpha Command.
"Sit down, Elana."
The force of his voice was a physical blow. It threw me off the stage and slammed me onto the stone floor. The impact didn't just break my body; it severed the life of our unborn pup.
As I lay bleeding out, Emilio didn't look at me with regret. He shielded his mistress, Hayden, from the sight of my pain.
"Get her out of here," he told the guards coldly. "If she dies as a Rogue in the woods, it’s just nature."
He thought he was discarding a broken tool. He thought I would die in the river.
He didn't know that I would wash up on the shores of the Silver Alps.
He didn't know that their Alpha, the most powerful wolf in Europe, had been admiring my designs—and me—from afar for years.
Three months later, I returned to the Obsidian Pack.
I didn't come back to build his walls. I came back to tear them down. The Fiancé Who Left Her To Die
Romance The first sign I was going to die wasn't the blizzard. It wasn't the bone-deep cold. It was the look in my fiancé's eyes when he told me he had given my life's work-our only guarantee of survival-to another woman.
"Kelsi was freezing," he said, as if I were being unreasonable. "You're the expert, you can handle it."
He then took my satellite phone, shoved me into a hastily dug snow pit, and left me to die.
His new girlfriend, Kelsi, appeared, wrapped snugly in my shimmering smart blanket. She smiled as she used my own ice axe to slash my suit, my last layer of protection against the storm.
"Stop being so dramatic," he told me, his voice full of contempt as I lay there freezing to death.
They thought they had taken everything. They thought they had won.
But they didn't know about the secret emergency beacon I had stitched into my sleeve. And with my last ounce of strength, I activated it. Viper's Kiss: A Wife's Revenge
Modern The phone call came on the hottest day of the year. My son, Leo, was locked in a scorching car by my husband' s stepsister, Casey, while my husband, Coleman, stood by, more concerned about his vintage Mustang than our barely conscious child.
When I shattered the window to save Leo, Coleman forced me to apologize to Casey, recording my humiliation for public display. I soon discovered his chilling secret: he married me only to make Casey jealous, seeing me as nothing more than a tool in his twisted game.
Heartbroken, I filed for divorce, but their torment escalated. They stole my company, kidnapped Leo, and even orchestrated a venomous snake bite, leaving me for dead.
Why did they hate me so much? What kind of man would use his own son as a pawn, and his wife as a weapon, in such a cruel charade?
But their cruelty ignited a cold fury within me. I would not break. I would fight back, and I would make them pay. From Shadows, A Queen Reclaims Her Reign
Romance For years, I secretly bankrolled my father's extravagant lifestyle. I was the silent founder of King Ventures, the source of his immense wealth, but I preferred to live in the shadows.
But at the opening of a gallery I owned, his fiancée, Kesha, publicly accused me of being a gold-digger trying to crash the party. She had me brutally beaten by guards and locked in a dark storage room.
I called my father for help, but my calls went straight to voicemail. He was at the event, living off my generosity, and he chose to ignore me.
He sided with her, later telling her I was a "deranged stalker" and that he had no daughter. He had chosen his new life over his own blood.
The man whose entire world I had built, whose reputation I had protected, had just thrown me to the wolves. The love I had for him shattered into a million pieces.
Standing bruised and bloodied in the penthouse I paid for, I interrupted his party and made a single call in front of everyone.
"Initiate Project Phoenix. Seize all assets. Leave him with nothing." Too Late For His Apology
Billionaires The night my high school sweetheart was supposed to propose, a future version of him appeared and ordered him to choose another girl. He claimed our love would bring ruin. And Joshua, the boy who promised me forever, believed him.
He began choosing her over me, again and again. He chose her fake panic attacks over my real terror, hanging up on me as I begged for help while being cornered in a dark alley. He left me there, alone and defenseless.
The final betrayal came when he agreed to let thugs give me a "warning" to stay away.
While he was at the hospital comforting her, I was being brutally beaten in a locked room, my bones broken on his command.
The boy I loved, my protector since childhood, had let them destroy me.
I sent him the photos of my battered body with a final message: "We're done." Then I booked a one-way flight to another country and vanished, erasing every trace of the girl he once knew. He Saw Her, Not His Wife
Romance My husband of three years, tech mogul Harrison Lang, has severe face blindness. So I became a brand, not a wife, wearing only blue and Chanel No. 5 so he could recognize me.
But at a party in Cannes, I watched him walk through a crowd of hundreds and embrace his mistress, Kassie, with a look of pure joy. He saw her instantly.
Later that night, I was mistakenly arrested. I screamed his name for help.
He looked right at me and told the police, "I don't know her."
He left me to rot in a French jail cell, claiming he didn't recognize me without my "uniform."
But how could he see her in a gold dress, yet not his own wife being dragged away? It wasn't his illness; it was his heart. It had learned her face, but never bothered with mine.
Now, years later, he' s had me arrested again at my own art show. But as the cuffs click shut, an old fire captain steps forward. "I was at the wildfire that caused his condition," he tells the police, looking at Harrison. "And I know the girl who saved his life."
Then, he points directly at me-at the star-shaped scar on my wrist. Replaced Bride, Vengeful Heart
Romance It was supposed to be my vow renewal, a key PR event for my husband Angel's mayoral campaign.
But when I woke up from a drug-induced haze, I found him at the altar with his mistress.
She was wearing my wedding dress.
I watched from a hidden balcony as he slid the ring he’d given me onto her finger in front of the entire city's elite.
When I confronted him, he told me his mistress was pregnant and that he’d drugged me because she was “unwell” and needed the ceremony. He called me a useless housewife, then laughed and suggested we could raise his and Faith's baby together.
Seven years of my life, my strategies, and my sacrifices had built his empire, and he tried to erase me with a single glass of champagne.
But when I met him at the courthouse to finalize our divorce, he showed up feigning amnesia from a car accident, crying and begging me not to leave him on our “wedding day.”
He wanted to play games. I decided to write the rules. Beyond Biology: A Woman's Revenge
LGBT+ My brother, Kevin, just got the bizarre diagnosis.
He had a fully functional uterus.
I, a bio-ethicist, saw it as a severe medical condition, but Kevin, fueled by delusion, declared himself the "next step in human evolution."
My mother, Eleanor, encouraged his madness, seeing it as a shortcut to our family's inheritance.
When I tried to intervene, to warn them of the dangers, Kevin sneered, "You' re just jealous. You' re a woman, so you can' t stand that a man can do your one job better than you. You' re obsolete."
My mother agreed, validating his cruel words.
I pushed back, trying to get the hospital's ethics committee involved, arguing Kevin wasn't psychologically fit.
They found out.
I walked into our family home that rainy night, and Kevin, encouraged by my mother, attacked me with a heavy glass trophy.
The last thing I saw was the trophy swinging down towards my face.
Then, darkness.
And then… light.
I gasped, jolting awake in my own bed, my body whole.
My phone buzzed.
The date confirmed it: three years before my murder.
Three years before Kevin's "miracle."
A slow, cold smile spread across my face.
They had killed me once for being an inconvenience.
This time, I would be the architect of their destruction. Betrayal's Echo: A Husband's Reckoning
Modern The air in the bank was cold, a stark contrast to the warm spring day outside. I shifted, the familiar ache in my leg a dull reminder of my past, as the teller tapped at her keyboard.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hayes," she said, "I can't seem to find a joint account under that name for you."
I frowned, "That's not possible. It's a joint savings, with my wife, Sarah Hayes. We've had it for years."
"I see a Sarah Hayes," the teller replied slowly, "but the account lists her as Sarah Miller. And you are not listed as a signatory."
Miller. The name hit me like a physical blow.
My former commanding officer. The man whose orders had sent my team into an ambush, ending my career and leaving me with a leg full of metal.
My world tilted as I stumbled out of the bank, clutching a phone that shook in my hand. Then, I heard her voice, bright and cheerful.
"Liam! Honey, is everything okay?"
"I heard your voicemail, Sarah." My voice was eerily flat.
Silence. Then, a choked sound. "Liam... I can explain..."
"No," I cut her off. "There's nothing to explain. I just called to say... congratulations."
I hung up, the emptiness inside me starting to fill with a purpose I hadn't felt since I wore the uniform. They thought I was a broken man, a harmless relic. They were about to find out how wrong they were. My Sister's Betrayal, My Alpha's Love
Werewolf My sister, Molly, and I stood on the choosing day, a second chance after our parents died and we were thrown into a strange Appalachian community.
I' d lived this before; Molly, consumed by envy, had murdered my ten Beta children and then pushed me off a cliff.
But now, I was back, the phantom pain a cruel reminder, only to see her clinging to the arm of Ryan Fowler-the man who had made me a matriarch in my first life.
Molly' s eyes gleamed with triumphant recognition; she remembered too, thinking she' d stolen my destiny.
Her twisted game escalated when, before I could even make my choice, she orchestrated a public accusation against me.
She framed me for adultery, twisting a secret from her own past into a brutal lie that ended with my fur torn from my skin.
Disgraced and denounced as a "slut," I was banished to the unforgiving wilderness, sent to what everyone believed would be my death.
The wolf-kin, once a powerful choice, turned his back, leaving me to face a world filled with feral, exiled kin far more dangerous than any political rival.
How could my own sister, reborn with me, be so intent on my utter destruction?
Why did she not learn from her own miserable fate in our last life?
Did she truly believe her wicked schemes would bring her power, even at the cost of my very life?
Cast out, alone, and heartbroken, I still carried the chilling secret of Ryan' s true nature and the curse Molly had unwittingly invited into her life.
But this time, I wouldn' t just survive; I would make sure she regretted every single move she' d ever made against me. The Bait
Modern My wedding rehearsal dinner was supposed to be the perfect start to my future with Ethan.
But then, a text from my sister Chloe, "Surprise! Got an earlier flight!" and just like that, my entire family, including my fiancé, walked out on me.
They left me alone, humiliated, to pay for the abandoned dinner.
It worsened. That night, despite my shellfish allergy, I was forced to cook Chloe her favorite risotto, my hands blistering, while they celebrated her.
Then, when Chloe had a severe allergic reaction to nuts I' d unintentionally left out, my mother slapped me accusingly.
My own family, and Ethan, branded me a jealous monster, willing to harm my sister.
But the final blow came when I overheard them.
My marriage to Ethan? Just a "strategic move" to keep him, Chloe' s long-time crush, trapped in our family' s orbit.
I was bait. My entire life, a calculated chess move.
The love I craved, the respect I yearned for, was a lie.
That night, something inside me broke, and then rebuilt.
I quietly submitted my application for a federal clerkship in D.C.
Then, I packed my bag, left a life of lies, and never looked back. Their Fall, My Rise
Young Adult I had my life meticulously planned: top grades, intense training, a clear path to the U.S. Service Academy.
My future was a beacon, a reward for years of unwavering dedication.
But then came the devastating twist: Mark, my childhood best friend, and his conniving girlfriend, Tiffany, decided my ambition was a threat to their own twisted narrative.
They systematically sabotaged my critical fitness test and derailed my SATs, watching my dreams shatter with chilling indifference.
My carefully constructed world collapsed in an instant.
I was plunged into years of soul-crushing dead-end jobs, a life of grinding poverty, and the bitter taste of shattered potential.
The final, brutal act of their cruelty came during a chance reunion: cold fury from Tiffany, an almost apologetic glance from Mark, then the hired thugs, the balcony, and the irreversible fall.
I lay dying, haunted by the crushing weight of their malice.
How could the people I once trusted engineer such a complete and utter destruction of a life?
The raw injustice burned hotter than any pain, leaving me with a desperate, unanswered question: Why them, why me?
But instead of oblivion, I was hurled back.
The familiar scent of lavender, the drone of a lawnmower, the calendar screaming August 10th.
Three months before my future was stolen.
Seventeen again, with the searing clarity of what was to come.
And then I saw them.
Mark' s cold, assessing eyes told me he knew.
This wasn't a do-over; it was war. My Father's Stolen Heart
Modern My father, a respected ethics professor, looked peaceful in the mortuary.
But then, a chilling detail: a fresh, surgical scar beneath his collar.
They said car accident, but his heart was gone.
The truth shattered me: his heart, transplanted.
To my best friend, Chloe, who was pregnant.
And the consent signed by Ethan, my fiancé.
When I confronted him, Ethan just shrugged, called it "practical."
He even suggested my father's death was a "fortunate coincidence," and I should just get over it.
He had the audacity to propose I become the baby's nanny.
Then he locked me in a dark room, calling me "hysterical."
My father' s heart, stolen and beating in my best friend' s chest.
Carrying my fiancé' s child, conceived in betrayal.
The cold I felt in the mortuary was nothing compared to the ice forming around my own heart.
Did they really think I would accept this, quietly become their hired help?
They had awakened something buried deep.
My "normal" life was over.
I escaped, found a burner phone, and dialed a number I swore I' d never call again.
"Marc," I whispered, "I need your help."
My past was about to become their nightmare. Her Husband's Legacy: A Widow's Justice
Modern Maria Rodriguez, a Marine widow, lived a quiet life, scrubbing floors to support her artistic teenage daughter, Sofia. Every penny, every sacrifice, was for Sofia. But in a town run by the wealthy, Sofia's very existence was a target, constantly shadowed by Maria's quiet fear.
Then the phone call came from Mercy Hospital, tearing Maria's world apart. Sofia had been brutally beaten, her face a pulped mask, bandages covering half her small body. Through choked sobs, Sofia whispered the name that confirmed Maria's deepest dread: "Chad Henderson."
Chad's father, Mr. Henderson—the man who "owned this town" with his private security force—showed up at the hospital, not with apologies, but with a sneer and a check, trying to buy Maria's silence. He dismissed Sofia's assault as "boys will be boys," his cronies, including the town's police chief, enabling him. Sofia, terrified, begged Maria to "just let it go." But it was too late. Sofia died days later, her vibrant spirit extinguished.
The world tried to erase Sofia's murder. The police called it an "accident," Henderson's lawyer offered more blood money, even suggesting "other children." Maria's pleas for justice were met with shrugs, scorn, and terrifying intimidation by Henderson's goons. Miguel, her hero Marine, had died for his country, yet his widow and daughter were denied the most basic justice in their own backyard. The silence was deafening, the injustice infuriating.
But as Maria clutched Miguel's Navy Cross and Sofia's innocent photo, a desperate, terrifying resolve hardened within her. Memorial Day was next week, a public event where Henderson would undoubtedly be polishing his image. This time, Maria wouldn't just clean floors. She would expose the truth, even if it meant shattering her last fragile peace. 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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