Qing Bao
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The Rejected Luna: Rise of the White Wolf Queen
Werewolf As the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I thought my Fated Mate bond with Alpha Liam was unbreakable.
That was until Ava Sinclair walked into the banquet hall, pregnant, and Liam used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees in front of the whole pack, choosing his mistress over me.
The violence of his rejection didn't just break my heart; it killed the unborn pup I hadn't even told him about yet.
When I tried to escape the toxicity, Liam hunted me down and chained me in a dungeon with silver cuffs, desperate to keep me as a "backup" while he played house with Ava.
It took him two years to realize Ava was carrying a rogue's bastard, not his heir.
Suddenly, the arrogant Alpha was the victim, kneeling in the dirt at the Solstice Festival, offering me a massive diamond ring and begging for a second chance.
He thought he could buy forgiveness. He thought I was still his broken little wife.
But I didn't reach for the ring.
I turned to the female warrior standing beside me—the one who had lifted a collapsing stone pillar to save my life while Liam was busy destroying it.
I interlaced my fingers with hers and looked down at my ex-mate.
"You ask why I choose her?" I said, my voice ringing across the silent plaza.
"Because while you were building my cage, Liam, Seraphina was becoming my sky." The Vengeful Heiress: Claiming Her Billionaire
Romance After my mother passed away, my stepfather and his daughter took over our home and erased my existence. I was the only true heir to my mother's legacy, but I was pushed out.
Five years later, I saw my stepsister trending on social media. She was flaunting the "Star of the Ocean"—my mother's seven-million-dollar sapphire necklace that mysteriously vanished from our family safe right after the funeral.
I flew straight back to New York and crashed my stepfather's high-society birthday gala.
When I publicly pointed out the stolen necklace on my stepsister's neck, my stepfather grabbed my arm, his fingers digging painfully into my skin.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't ruin my party!" he growled, his face flushed with fury.
He turned to the crowd with a fake smile. "It's just a misunderstanding between sisters. A simple family spat."
My stepsister hid behind him, clutching my mother's necklace, playing the terrified, innocent victim while the crowd whispered about my dramatic return.
It was sickening. They had stolen my mother's company, looted my inheritance, and expected me to stay quietly in the shadows while they climbed the social ladder using my family's blood and sweat.
Did they really think I was still that helpless, grieving girl they could easily manipulate?
I shook off his hand, pulled out the original certificate of authenticity from the auction house, and calmly dialed 911.
"Yes, officer. I want to report a grand larceny. The thief is right here." The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate
Modern Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room.
Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art.
The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature.
"You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly.
Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls.
Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards.
When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor.
She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life.
Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier?
Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire?
Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch.
And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow.
The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate. Her Final Act of Vengeance
Modern My husband, Conrad, pulled me from the abyss after my brother died, saving me when I had nothing. He promised to protect me forever. But for ten years, his endless affairs and cruel mind games have been a slow poison, leaving me with a terminal illness and a broken spirit.
The final blow came on our tenth anniversary. He gave my gift-an emerald necklace I' d dreamed of since our honeymoon-to his mistress, Aubrey.
But that wasn't enough. He then gave her the last piece of my brother I had left: his final symphony. She scribbled on the pages, used them as a coaster, and called his life's work "garbage."
As my body failed, I realized the man who swore to save me had weaponized my deepest traumas to destroy me. My love curdled into a cold, quiet rage.
Now, drowning in guilt, he has destroyed Aubrey to atone for his sins. He kneels by my deathbed, begging for forgiveness, promising to do anything to earn it.
He has no idea my final act of revenge requires his absolute devotion.
And his life. His Life Hung By My Hands
Modern My fiancé and my cousin destroyed my life. Their betrayal led to my mother's suicide and my grandmother's death. They framed me for arson, and I went to prison.
Three years later, I' m a trauma surgeon. The ER doors burst open, and there he was, carrying her in his arms. She was pregnant, and she was bleeding out.
He begged me to save them.
"Save her, Alana. Please. Save them both."
Then he accused me of wanting revenge, his eyes filled with hate.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
The man who took everything from me was now on his knees, his world depending on my skill. I was the only one who could save the woman who stole my life.
I did my job. I saved them both. But as I walked out of the hospital that night, his car was there, blocking my path. This wasn't just a chance encounter. He was back to reclaim what he thought was his. My Perfect Marriage, His Deadly Secret
Romance For three months, I was the perfect wife to tech billionaire Axel Delacruz. I thought our marriage was a fairy tale, and the welcome dinner for my new internship at his company was supposed to be a celebration of our perfect life.
That illusion shattered when his beautiful, unhinged ex, Diana, crashed the party and stabbed him in the arm with a steak knife.
But the real horror wasn't the blood. It was the look in my husband's eyes. He cradled his attacker, whispering a single, tender word meant only for her:
"Always."
He stood by as she held a knife to my face to carve off a beauty mark she claimed I'd copied from her. He watched as she threw me into a kennel with starving dogs, knowing it was my deepest fear. He let her have me beaten, let her shove gravel down my throat to ruin my voice, and let her men break my hand in a door.
When I called him one last time, begging for help as a group of men closed in, he hung up on me.
Trapped and left for dead, I threw myself out of a second-story window. As I ran, bleeding and broken, I made a call I hadn't made in years.
"Uncle Francisco," I sobbed into the phone. "I want a divorce. And I want you to help me destroy him."
They thought they married a nobody. They had no idea they'd just declared war on the Wallace family. My Alpha's New Luna: Stolen Life, Forsaken Mate
Werewolf After five years trapped in a cursed slumber, I finally woke up. The first thing I did was follow the scent of my mate, my Alpha, Kaelen.
I found him in his office, kissing another woman—a mousy Omega I barely recognized. He told me she meant nothing, that she was just there to soothe his grief. Like a fool, I believed him.
But when I went to the pack's Hall of Records, the elder told me I had been declared legally dead three years ago. The petition was signed by my own parents and executed by Kaelen. He had already chosen a new Luna: her.
My own son told me I should have stayed dead. He said the other woman was nicer and should be his mother.
Then, the woman who replaced me tried to kill me, pulling me off a cliff into a raging river. Kaelen dove in, swam right past my outstretched hand, and saved her.
Lying paralyzed in a hospital bed, I was forced to listen as Kaelen used his Alpha's Command to order a blood transfusion to save her life. He never even asked who the donor was. He just demanded they drain my life to save his chosen mate.
As my life drained away, I saw my entire family—my mate, my parents, my son—gathered around her bed, a perfect picture of happiness. That's when I finally understood. Waking up was a mistake. My only path forward was to disappear and pray they would never find the ghost I was about to become. Love Lost, Life Fading
Romance Ava Jenkins stared at her reflection in the darkened bus window, a stranger looking back. Her fiery red hair and loud clothes screamed for attention, but inside, she carried a secret heavier than a brick: Idiopathic Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension. Her heart was failing, and there was no cure. She just needed to see him, Liam Hayes, her distant uncle, one last time.
Her world shattered when his mother, Martha, slammed an engagement announcement into her chest: Liam was marrying Chloe, Martha's own daughter. The boy who had once comforted her with candy at her father' s funeral, who had been her sole source of light, was now lost to her-and worse, he didn't even remember her.
Desperate, she confronted Liam, only to be met with cold disdain. He pushed her away, repeatedly, with cruel words, accusing her of being pathetic, attention-seeking, and a disgrace. Even when her beloved Grandma Rose lay dying due to Martha's greed, Liam, a renowned lawyer, chose to represent Martha in court, effectively sending Ava to prison, crushing her last shred of hope.
Liam's constant rejection and disbelief-even when she told him she was dying-left her utterly bewildered. How could the person she loved most, the one who taught her kindness, become so full of hatred and indifference towards her? Why did he believe everyone else but her?
Lying in a hospital bed, medically paroled and close to death, Ava made a final, heartbreaking decision: she would let Liam believe he had saved her out of guilt, giving him a clean conscience, and then slip away quietly, finally finding the peace he had always denied her. Revenge On My Deceptive Bride
Xuanhuan The cold prickle of the lethal injection syringe was my last sensation.
Then, I gasped, choking on air, my lungs burning as I shot upright in my own bed.
It was the morning of the day my life ended the first time.
Framed for a brutal hit-and-run, I' d watched my family crumble and my fiancée, Chloe, look on with pity-filled eyes.
Now, the date on my phone confirmed it. I was back.
A soft knock, and Chloe stood in the doorway, smiling.
Her presence, once comforting, now sent a jolt of pure fear through me.
I remembered the courtroom, her sorrowful gaze-it felt like a prelude to my personal hell.
"Leo, you awake? I made breakfast."
Her voice dripped with concern, a perfect performance.
My instinct screamed: change everything.
I told her I wasn' t feeling well, cancelling the fateful drive.
Her smile flickered, a micro-expression of annoyance I' d missed before.
Hours later, I heard her hushed voice from the living room, tight with frustration.
"No, he didn' t go," she hissed. "The point is to ruin him, whether he' s on the coast road or sitting on his damn couch. Find another way."
My world tilted. The woman I was to marry was plotting my destruction.
The cold dread of betrayal numbed me, then a white-hot rage ignited.
I bolted, my mind a blur. I had to run, to put distance, to survive.
But she was standing there, a fresh smile on her face.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
I pushed past her, fumbling with the lock, her voice calling my name echoing like a curse.
I ran until I hit the street and called my best friend, Matt.
He picked me up, confused but loyal.
I told him Chloe was setting me up, omitting the rebirth.
"Chloe? She adores you. Maybe you misunderstood."
"I didn' t misunderstand, Matt! I heard her. She said, 'The point is to ruin him.' "
He believed me, taking me to his apartment, the safest place on Earth.
I hoped I had dodged the bullet.
Then the news broke.
"Police in Oceanville are searching for a suspect in a violent hit-and-run that occurred just an hour ago on Seaside Boulevard."
My blood froze. Seaside Boulevard was nowhere near the coast road.
But the face on the screen was mine.
LEO VANCE. Wanted. Dangerous.
My beer bottle shattered.
"Leo," Matt whispered, his face pale. "What the hell is this?"
Confusion turned to anger. "You lied to me! You were driving! You involved me in this!"
The sirens wailed. They had found us.
Just like before. The trap wasn' t a location; it was a narrative.
And it had snapped shut around me again. From Devoted Wife To Indifferent Stranger
Romance The official report said my husband, Liam, a heroic smokejumper, died saving me from a wildfire.
Pregnant and heartbroken, I tried to end my life, only to wake in a hospital bed, the world a muffled blur of pain and grief.
Then, a voice cut through the fog – Liam's. He was alive, outside my room, telling a buddy the "story was solid" and everyone thought he was dead. My world didn't just burn; it was pure, calculated arson.
I heard him choose Claire, his twin brother's fragile fiancée, over me, his pregnant wife, dismissing my suffering with a chilling "Ava has Noah.
She has her family. They'll take care of her." He planned to assume his deceased brother's identity and money, all for her.
The man I worshipped, the hero, was a cold, calculating stranger who had discarded me and our unborn child for another woman.
Every memory, every shared dream, turned to ash in that hospital room.
Lying there, the old Ava died. A new one was forged in betrayal and ice, and the first act of this new woman was to accept my childhood friend Noah's long-standing marriage proposal, right under Liam's nose. The game was far from over. A Scholar's Fury: The Road to Justice
Young Adult Jessica Peterson, my classmate and rival for that scholarship, smiled her fake bright smile and invited me on a weekend trip. I was top of my class, but finals had me wound tight, and a break sounded too good to pass up.
One too-sweet soda later, everything went black. I woke up on a stained mattress in a dilapidated farmhouse, the air thick with mold and fear. Not a relaxing getaway, but a nightmare. My "friend" Jessica hadn't just abandoned me; she' d sold me to the brutish Miller family as a forced bride, all for a broken-down pickup truck and a job for one of their leering sons.
My pleas were met with kicks and sneers. When I tried to escape, I was dragged back, bruised and battered. A passing neighbor dismissed my desperate cries for help, thinking I was a delirious runaway, disbelieving me because of my mud-streaked, disheveled appearance. Even my own cousin, who briefly heard my muffled screams, was fooled by the Millers' slick lies. My academic future, my university dreams, all seemed destined to turn into an endless nightmare in this backwoods hell.
How could Jessica, my childhood friend, trade my entire life, my freedom, for a rusty old truck? The sheer, horrifying injustice of it was a bitter, burning rage in my gut. Why me? Why this?
But then a flicker of recognition cut through the despair. This place, this county, was my Grandpa John' s homeland – where he was Sheriff for forty years, where his name still carried immense weight. With that realization, a new strength surged. I might be trapped, but I was Sarah, Sheriff John' s granddaughter. And if I could just get a message out, everyone who wronged me-Jessica, her family, and the Millers-would regret it. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. You might like
The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. The Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate
Only_Shila For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me. That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King
Da Lanlan For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess.
Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world.
Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna.
Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee.
Immediately after, my mother called to gloat.
"Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?"
She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue.
I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die.
But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom.
I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent.
If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one. 
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