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He Broke the Omega: The White Wolf's Revenge
Werewolf For two thousand, five hundred and fifty-five days, I breathed air filtered through silver vents. Silver is poison to our kind, yet my Fated Mate, Alpha Dante Moretti, personally drove me to that prison and locked me in hell for seven years.
He did it to protect another woman.
When I was finally released, gaunt and broken, Dante didn't offer an apology. He offered excuses. He claimed it was necessary to save Chiara, the delicate "golden child" who supposedly saved his life years ago.
But it was a lie.
I was the one who had drained my veins until I went into shock to save him, while my parents handed the credit to Chiara. Now, back in the manor, I was forced to watch my mate feed her grapes and comfort her fake distress.
My parents called me a "soulless waste" and demanded I annul our engagement so Dante could mark Chiara. They thought I was a weak Omega they could discard.
They didn't know that the silver hadn't killed me; it had forged me. They had no idea that the "runt" they abused possessed the blood of the White Wolf, the most powerful creature in our history.
When the truth finally shattered their lies, Dante crawled to me, bleeding and begging on his knees in a hotel hallway. But I didn't feel triumph. I felt nothing.
"I, Alessia Salinas, reject you, Dante Moretti."
I walked away from the Alpha who broke me, leaving him to scream into the silence of a severed bond. Reborn Heiress: My Family's Bitter Karma
Fantasy On my eighteenth birthday, the celestial pact hiding my aura finally expired. I stood on the rotting steps of the trailer, watching my foster family celebrate my eviction like they’d won the lottery. Brenda threw a liability waiver at me to sign, ensuring I’d never ask for a dime of their welfare checks again. Worse, her daughter Regina stood there smirking, flaunting the heirloom emerald bracelet she’d stolen from my secret stash—unaware it was a spiritual artifact soaked in fifty years of blood magic. "Consider it payment for room and board, freak," Regina sneered, forcing the silver band over her wrist. They thought they were discarding a burden. They didn't realize I was the only dam holding back a tidal wave of their own bad karma. As I signed the papers, voluntarily severing our ties, the air pressure plummeted. The bracelet began to constrict like a snake, turning Regina’s flesh a necrotic purple as the protection I offered vanished. Before they could scream, a matte black helicopter bearing the Sterling Industries crest descended onto the muddy lawn, blowing their plastic lawn chairs into the neighbor's yard. A man in a bespoke charcoal suit stepped out, ignoring the filth to bow before me. He looked at my terrified foster family and announced, "We are here to retrieve the Sterling heiress." I smiled at Regina, whose arm was already beginning to rot, and whispered, "Keep the bracelet. You'll need it to pay for the amputation." Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Vengeance
Modern I married Edwardo Steele out of a debt of honor, secretly loving the man who treated me like a contaminant. For three years, he weaponized his severe OCD against me, recoiling from my touch while I walked on eggshells in our cold, sterile mansion. My foolish hope for love died the night I saw him at a hotel fire, holding his mistress, Cassie, with a tenderness I had never known.
He didn't just cheat; he destroyed me. He framed my brother, leaving him permanently disabled, all to protect her. Then, at Cassie's birthday party, he played our private video for everyone to see, a final, public humiliation.
The man I sacrificed everything for had chosen a liar over me, and I was left with nothing but shame and a broken family.
But in the depths of my despair, I discovered two things.
First, I was pregnant with his child. Second, my brother had found a secret that could bring Edwardo's empire to its knees.
I made an appointment to end the pregnancy. Then, I planned to use that secret to end my marriage. The Scientist He Erased Returns
Modern For ten years, I was the silent engine behind my fiancé, the celebrated genius Dr. Alston Scott. I dedicated my life to our research, pouring my soul into a breakthrough that would change the world.
But when that breakthrough finally came, he stole it. He put his new protégé's name, Kiara Gamble, on my life's work.
At the annual colloquium, to shield Kiara from plagiarism accusations, he publicly dismissed my decade of research.
"She performed some preliminary data collection," he announced to the entire institute.
In that moment, I understood. I wasn't his partner; I was a tool. A convenient, disposable part he was now replacing. My family had already cast me out for losing my "golden ticket," and now, the man I loved had erased my professional existence.
So after he tried to silence me with a kiss, I slapped him, walked back to my lab, and deleted everything. Every file. Every piece of data from the last ten years.
Then I booked a one-way ticket to the desert. Choosing The Forgotten, Finding My King
Modern For five years, I was blindly devoted to my fiancé, Austen Griffin. My family's power was the only reason he was about to be named heir to the entire Griffin fortune.
But on the night of the announcement, he arrived late with my sister, Dennie, a fresh hickey on his neck. He cornered me, demanding a prenuptial agreement.
"No shared accounts. No shared bedroom. And no questions about my life," he whispered. "You get the name, I get my freedom."
In my past life, their public betrayal broke me. He used my love to secure his power, then cast me aside, leaving me to die alone while he and my sister enjoyed the fortune I handed them.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the gala, moments before the decision.
This time, when the family patriarch asked me to name my choice, I looked past Austen' s triumphant smirk and smiled.
"I choose Kolton Griffin," I announced, my voice clear and cold, selecting the crippled, forgotten cousin he despised most. She Returned: A Mafia Boss’s Nightmare
Mafia The man who swore he would burn the world down for me has been married to another woman for three years. I found out the day I was finally discharged from the Swiss clinic he'd sent me to.
I flew home to surprise him, only to discover my release was a year overdue. He had forged my medical reports, painting me as a fragile, broken thing just to keep me locked away while he built a new life.
His new wife, Isabella, hit me with her car. He defended her, calling me hysterical. She stole my art portfolio and claimed it as her own, and he forced me to take the blame to protect his family's reputation.
She even killed her own puppy to frame me. While I jumped into a freezing river to retrieve my father's medallion that she'd thrown in, he stood on the terrace pointing out a meteor shower to her.
The final betrayal came when Isabella faked her own kidnapping and named me as the culprit.
I didn't understand. This was Dante Moretti, the Devil of the East Coast, my guardian, the man who had sworn to be my shield. Why was he letting this woman destroy me piece by piece?
Believing I was the kidnapper, he had me tied to a helicopter, dragged across a field, and left me for dead. But I didn't die. I survived. Five years later, I have a new name, a new life, and a husband who loves me. And today, I just ran into Dante on the street. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost. From Savior To Scapegoat
Billionaires For nine years, I poured every ounce of myself into building a life for Chloe, the girl I rescued from the streets, even secretly sacrificing all my personal savings and hiding my identity as the heir to the Miller Group just so she could achieve her dreams.
Then, she graduated, landed a prestigious job, and looked me in the eye at our wobbly kitchen table: "Ethan," she said, her voice flat. "I want a divorce."
She claimed we'd grown apart, that I was "still me" while she had changed, dismissing our entire history as a mere "survival pact." She shoved divorce papers at me, demanding a "clean break" with the cold efficiency of a corporate cut, then walked out to her new life, leaving behind the untouched steak I' d cooked-her favorite. Later, I found brand-new, expensive men's shoes hidden in her closet, clearly not for me, another man' s size.
The realization hit me: this new life she spoke of wasn't just about career. It had a name: Brendan. The very man I' d seen her kissing on a snowy street, laughing as she called our home "pathetic." My heart, which had endured her constant complaints about our small life, now burned with betrayal and confusion. How could she so easily discard nine years of unwavering devotion, reduced to a transaction?
But the ultimate insult came when Chloe tried to manipulate me one last time, offering a "second chance" at our marriage-if I "fixed" things, if I got Brendan, the man she' d chosen over me, his job back. That' s when I dropped the bomb: "I paid her," I revealed, "I took the last five thousand dollars from our house fund, money I earned working nights in a freezer warehouse, and I paid her to walk away so that you could have your dream job." Her world, built on my silent sacrifices, crumbled, leaving her exposed and desperate. I walked away, finally free, leaving her to face the consequences of her choices as winter' s first snowflakes fell, washing away the last traces of a shattered dream. The Disgraced Heiress: A Love Lost
Billionaires The day my college entrance exam results came out, my entire wealthy family was on their knees, not for me, but begging for forgiveness. For years, they had seen me, Ava Stone, as nothing more than a lazy, incompetent disgrace, believing my adopted sister, Chloe, was the true prodigy.
My tech-mogul grandfather decided to host a "Startup Pitch Competition," a high-stakes game between Chloe and me, to see who could secure the most venture capital. The winner would get a ten percent stake in the Stone family's main tech conglomerate. But it turned into a public execution for me.
My parents, disgusted by my "laziness," bet three of their tech incubators on Chloe. My brother wagered ten data centers. Even my fiancé, Liam Miller, put up a brand-new AI patent, declaring to reporters and distinguished guests that I was "truly uninspired" and "guaranteed to lose," deeming me a disgrace to the Stone name.
To their shock, I announced I'd match their bets, wagering my entire family inheritance, an offer they eagerly accepted, scrambling to put up almost everything they owned. My parents called me "crazy." My mother linked arms with Chloe, saying, "If it weren' t for Chloe, you' d drive us all crazy."
My heart turned to ice as I watched them, hoping to rid themselves of me for good. They conveniently forgot Chloe had taken my place years ago, framed me repeatedly for her misdeeds, and was even secretly having an affair with my fiancé, Liam.
Liam, eager to please Chloe, publicly crushed my deceased foster mother's modest necklace-my most precious possession-under his heel, sneering, "I, Liam Miller, would never marry a failure like you. Our engagement is over." My own mother slapped me for my tears, calling the necklace "cheap" and declaring I was "no Stone."
As I was assaulted, restrained by bodyguards, and forced to watch a live stream of my robotic dog, Buddy, being tortured at a recycling plant-a "piece of junk," as my mother called him-my father kicked me, demanding I apologize. Amidst the chaos, a voice cut through: "The college entrance exam results are out!"
Everyone swarmed around Chloe, celebrating her supposed triumph. Chloe smiled mockingly, "Ava, it' s finally time, isn' t it?" But it was my smile that unsettled her. Liam, eager to secure his future, dropped to one knee, proposing to Chloe, "Marry me, Chloe." The crowd roared, taunting me with my supposed failure.
The notary announced Chloe's score: 702, second in the state. My family erupted in cheers, showering Chloe with praise and assets. Chloe gloated, "You bet your inheritance, but you're just a stepping stone for me. You're nothing but a clown."
Then the notary announced my score: "Ava Stone, total score 748, first in the state for science. And also the national top scorer for science in this year's college entrance exam." The room fell into a terrifying silence.
My mother's triumphant smile froze. Liam' s hand, hovering over a money transfer, paralyzed. Chloe snatched at the tablet, screaming, "Impossible! She partied every single day!"
The notary calmly stated, "Miss Ava Stone wins all the wagers placed in the prize pool." As I pulled out my competition awards and university acceptance letters under my real name, the lights dimmed. Surveillance footage played: Chloe cheating on her exam, Chloe framing me. Every lie, exposed.
Grandpa, watching from upstairs, confirmed I had been faking incompetence all along. He then delivered the final blow: his paternity test from twenty years ago confirmed Chloe was not his granddaughter. Chloe had manipulated everyone, replacing the true Stone heir-me.
With my family' s assets now mine, and Chloe and her mother exiled, I reclaimed Buddy from the recycling plant, converting it into an animal rescue center. On Christmas Eve, I hosted a quiet dinner with the children from my foster home and the kind housekeeper who had secretly helped me.
Months later, I restructured the Stone Group, clearing out those who had conspired against me. Liam, facing bankruptcy, tried to crawl back, but I made him pay every outstanding debt. My father and brother became ghosts in the mansion, stripped of their power.
Grandpa then revealed everything: my foster mother, a nurse, had saved me from my biological mother' s machinations years ago, protecting me while Grandpa secretly supported us, waiting for the perfect moment for me to return and reclaim what was mine.
My future stretched out, clear and open. I was ready to walk it, a tribute to my foster mother, a promise that I would build something good, something that would last. When The Victim Becomes The Predator
Romance My cousin Liam has a hobby. It' s ruining my life.
Every time I found a girl I genuinely liked, he' d swoop in, charm her, and orchestrate a public, humiliating breakup.
For years, I played the victim, internalizing the laughter and pity, dismissed by my mother as merely "jealous."
But this time, with Chloe Jenkins,
I wasn't just waiting for the storm.
I built it.
I watched as Liam Davis, parasite extraordinaire, took the bait.
He flaunted Chloe on social media, convinced she was another notch on his belt, funded by his ex-wife Sarah' s endless alimony checks.
Then, Sarah revealed Liam was living on borrowed time, off credit cards in her name.
It was all a carefully laid trap, and he walked right into it, dragging Chloe and himself into a spiral of fraud and deception.
He showed up at my door, a ghost of the man who terrorized my youth, wild-eyed and desperate.
"You set this all up," he snarled as two menacing figures dragged me into a black SUV.
He threw the first punch, my head snapping against the window.
This wasn' t just about humiliation anymore; it was about survival.
But Liam forgot one crucial detail: I wasn' t the only player in this game.
And as his broken body plunged into the dark water, pulled down by the very current he created, I finally understood.
Freedom wasn't a gift.
It was a weapon, forged in years of pain, and wielded with precision. A Steel Mill Daughter's Vengeance
Modern The doorbell rang, a cheerful chime that felt utterly out of place, ushering in my mother-in-law, Eleanor, unannounced.
Her unusual warmth and compliments were a warning, a performance leading up to her real ask.
Then, over dessert, she dropped the bombshell: a request for a $250,000 "loan" from my disabled father' s settlement to fund my brother-in-law' s extravagant wedding.
My father's money was for his life-long medical care, sacrificed from a lifetime in the steel mills.
I refused, unleashing years of suppressed anger against her family' s disdain for my working-class roots.
But the true betrayal came later, a phone call from a real estate agent asking to schedule a viewing for my house, which my husband, Kevin, had secretly listed for sale.
He was planning to liquidate our home, our future, to fund his family' s delusional prestige.
The shock, the raw devastation of his betrayal, quickly morphed into a cold, precise fury.
He thought I was a naïve, hardworking girl he could easily manipulate.
He had no idea I was about to weaponize a secret I had meticulously guarded for our entire marriage: his infertility.
I decided, then and there, he would learn what it truly meant to lose everything. The Gilded Cage I Escaped
Billionaires The media called my wedding to Damian Blackwood a modern Cinderella story.
They didn' t know it was a gilded cage, and I was the bird about to be locked inside.
As I stood in my bridal suite, my sister Jessica walked in, her husband Leo trailing behind.
Her eyes raked over my expensive dress, and a look of pure acid twisted her face.
"It should have been me," she hissed, her voice low and venomous.
Then, with a wildness I hadn' t seen, she whispered, "You stole my life, Amy."
Something sharp and cold pressed into my stomach, a silver letter opener.
Warmth bloomed across my white dress as my legs gave out, and darkness swallowed me.
I died, bleeding on the floor, the last thing I saw Jessica' s horrified face.
But then I woke up, not on the plush carpet of a Hamptons bridal suite, but in my childhood bed, years earlier.
The lumpy mattress, the stained floral wallpaper, the year on the calendar-it was all wrong.
Then Jessica walked in, wearing that cheap dress, with the same resentful ambition in her eyes.
She knew.
She was back, too, and declared, "This time, the life of a billionaire' s wife is mine!"
I knew how that story ended.
Let her have him. The Unwanted Husband's Comeback
Modern Our startup, Veridian Capital, was supposed to be our shared dream-Sarah's and mine.
I poured my life, my family's money, everything into it, even as a mysterious, chronic fatigue consumed me.
Tonight, at the annual gala, Sarah, now CEO, was radiant.
Then, on stage, she didn't just announce a new strategic business partner.
Her voice, filled with sickening pride, declared they were expecting a child.
With him.
My blood ran cold as the room erupted in whispers.
She looked at me, the man she' d called her husband, and spat, "This is your fault! Your debilitating negativity! Your lack of vitality!"
After I demanded a divorce, her new "partner," a supposed Italian Count, brutally attacked me in our apartment, leaving me broken and bleeding.
I lay there, ribs cracked, utterly bewildered.
But the true horror hit harder than any fist: My sister, a tough US Attorney, later confirmed that my mysterious illness – the very fatigue Sarah used to justify her betrayal – wasn't natural.
It was a slow-acting poison, meticulously administered over two years.
By Sarah.
The woman I loved, the partner I built everything with, had systematically poisoned me to take my company, my life, and replace me.
And now, she was about to learn that Michael Holloway, once discarded and broken, was finally free.
And I was coming for everything she held dear. Killed By Love, Reborn By Fate
Romance My name is Luna Boudreaux. They call me the Oracle. For generations, my family, the Boudreaux, has served the powerful Devereaux dynasty. Our sacred duty: activate the Legacy Locket to choose the next Devereaux heir, who then marries me. Today was that day, the Locket ceremony, set to fulfill our destiny.
But this wasn't my first time. In my previous life, I fell desperately in love with Beau Devereaux. He was handsome, charming, everything I thought I wanted. Blinded by adoration, I committed a terrible sin. I used forbidden Boudreaux magic, a profound spiritual sacrifice, to force the Locket to choose him. I gave him everything – my family' s power, our wealth, and my entire heart.
The moment he ascended, he turned into a monster. He sneered, "What Oracle? Just your desperate trick to marry me." He annulled our marriage, annihilated my family' s reputation with twisted lies, blamed us for an "accident" he orchestrated involving his obsession, Chantelle Dubois. He stripped us bare. And then, he had me killed.
To my dying breath, I couldn't comprehend how a love so fierce could transform into such cold-blooded cruelty, or why I' d been so profoundly, fatally wrong. But then darkness lifted.
Now, I'm back. Same place, same moment, a terrifying second chance. Beau can have Chantelle. I won' t interfere. This time, the Locket will choose truly. Fate will decide. And maybe, just maybe, I' ll uncover why, in a future vision, Beau Devereaux was on his knees, begging me to marry him instead. MIT's Secret: The Billionaire's Daughter They Didn't Want
Young Adult I was just a grease-stained mechanic, happily working with my adoptive dad in rural Nevada, on the cusp of starting my engineering journey at MIT on a full scholarship.
Then, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up, and out stepped a woman claiming to be my biological mother, Eleanor Vance, revealing an 18-year-old hospital mix-up during a chaotic wildfire.
Suddenly, I was thrust into the opulent world of the Thorne family, where my biological father, Richard, and his entitled son, Ethan, made it abundantly clear I was an unwanted outsider, doling out belittling gifts and thinly veiled insults.
At their grand charity gala, Richard and Ethan orchestrated a public humiliation, aiming to shame me in front of their elite circle, leaving me burning with indignation and confusion over their blatant hostility.
But what they didn't foresee was my tech-billionaire boyfriend, Sam, along with his incredibly influential parents, crashing their party, turning their calculated attack into a spectacular downfall that exposed not just their schemes, but a multi-layered, decades-long conspiracy of baby swaps and deceit far beyond a simple hospital error. My Fiancee's Audacious Demand
Romance My bachelor party in Vegas was supposed to be a modern celebration of love, a joint affair with my brilliant, beautiful fiancée, Sophia.
But the flashing lights of the club turned into a blinding nightmare when her "gay best friend," Julian, drunkenly screamed that he was the father of her unborn child, revealing a betrayal that shattered my world.
Sophia, utterly cold, confirmed it, then had the gall to demand I still marry her, raise Julian's baby, and even ordered me to retrieve her overnight bag from his lavish penthouse where I found her already moved in, curled in his lap, sharing an intimacy she'd denied me for years, as they mocked my shock and called me "insecure."
The woman I'd chased for years, the Ivy League intellectual, stood there with her lover, confidently outlining a "modern compromise" where I was a mere placeholder, discarding five years of our life together with chilling condescension; how could I have been such a fool?
Just as despair threatened to consume me, a drunken call from my long-lost college friend, Chloe, brought an unexpected confession of love and a radical offer: "What if I married you instead?" In that moment, a desperate, defiant spark ignited, steering me toward an improbable new beginning away from the toxic wreckage. The Love He Couldn't See
Romance My lungs were failing, but my music was finally taking flight.
I was a dying folk singer, determined to record my father's unfinished songs – a legacy.
A grant from the prestigious Astor Family Arts Foundation felt like a miracle, a chance to complete my final masterpiece.
Then, the “miracle” became a nightmare.
The foundation was run by Ethan's family—my ex-fiancé's.
And then *she* crashed into my world: Bella Thorne, America's sweetheart pop star, Ethan's new, very public girlfriend, announced she'd "collaborate."
It wasn't collaboration; it was a hostile takeover.
Bella and her producers butchered my raw sound, demanding synths and demanding co-writing credits on my father's decades-old lyrics.
They wanted to make it "pop," to erase me.
Bella's cruel jabs became relentless, each comment a tiny cut.
My health, already fractured, spiraled with the stress—coughing fits, nosebleeds I desperately tried to hide.
Ethan, the man I once loved, stood by, a silent, unreadable observer, always by *her* side.
He watched my spirit being systematically dismantled.
Then, in a moment of manufactured fury, Bella "accidentally" slammed my father's vintage guitar to the floor, splitting it in two.
The guitar wasn't just wood; it was my soul, my last connection to him.
Bella then posted a tearful video, portraying herself as heartbroken, casting *me* as the volatile drama queen.
The internet, fueled by carefully leaked old photos of Ethan and me, branded me a gold-digging manipulator, faking my illness for attention.
Even Ethan, seeing Bella's performance, was convinced.
He texted, offering to "replace" my irreplaceable guitar, further proving he never truly understood.
I was dying, fighting for my art, and the world thought I was faking.
How could he be so blind?
With trembling fingers, I deleted Ethan's contact.
My legacy, my final gift, was being ripped apart, but I wouldn't let them silence the truth in my music.
I had to protect it, even if it cost me everything. You might like
Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Rabbit As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me.
Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King.
My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss.
His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
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. 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.
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? My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife
Rabbit "Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment.
As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire.
The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die.
She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate?
Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."
Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy
Syliva.D All my life, I've been the backup daughter. My sister Beatrice got everything-love, attention, the golden child treatment.I got leftovers and reminders I wasn't good enough.
Until I discovered Niall,gorgeous Alpha from the neighboring pack,was my fated mate. Finally, my turn to be chosen.
God, I was naive.
Four years of engagement hell.Bleaching my hair to suit his tastes. Squeezing into tight dresses, playing his personal maid-only to hear I'd make a better servant than mate.
All because his heart belonged to my sister.
That night,I accidentally knocked over their picture frame. He slapped me. Hard. Said I'd never measure up to her.
So I slapped him back, tore up their photo, and accepted rejection.
I thought it was over. Until I caught them at the club, laughing about how pathetic my four years of trying had been. The whole engagement was their sick game.
Drunk and furious, I did something reckless with my mysterious neighbor. Alpha Hudson -face carved by gods, danger in every perfectly tailored line.
Most importantly, he's my ex's nemesis.
So? Best sex of my life.
I thought it was a one-night stand to forget.
Wrong Again.
He's richer than Niall, more powerful than my family, and infinitely more dangerous.
And he's not letting me go.
This time, I won't be anybody's second choice. 
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