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The Alpha's Blind Luna Is The Secret White Wolf
Werewolf For three years, I lived in total darkness, the steep price I paid for taking a poisoned silver blade to the face to save my fated mate.
Today, my sight miraculously returned. But when I rushed to his chamber to share the good news, the first thing I saw was my Alpha riding his Beta secretary on our marital bed.
I stood in the doorway, forcing my eyes to remain blank and unfocused.
Selena smirked when she saw me, deliberately releasing her sickly sweet scent to claim my territory.
"Make the blind girl get your suppressants," she mocked.
And Kaelen, the man who once knelt in the dirt and swore to be my eyes forever, actually lied about having a cold. He made me stumble across the room to fetch the potion meant to cool his sexual urges for his mistress.
Worse, my trained healer senses picked up a faint, undeniable odor clinging to her clothes.
She was pregnant with his pup.
He even hijacked my birth festival that night, filling the sky with fireworks shaped like her family crest, leaving me alone on the deck while they sneaked off to the lower cabins.
I had sacrificed my vision and my soul for a man who used my blindness to flaunt his betrayal right in front of my unseeing eyes.
I didn't cry or beg.
I quietly recorded their affair with a magic crystal, tricked him into signing a Pack Severance Pact, and threw my mate ring into the fire.
I am rejecting the bond. The White Wolf is going home. He Chose His Secret Son Over Our Unborn Pup
Romance I thought my five-year marriage to tech CEO Emilio was perfect. I was the architect of our beautiful life, putting my own prestigious career on hold to support his rise to the top.
That illusion shattered when an email flashed on his screen: an invitation to the christening of his son. A son I never knew existed, with a social media influencer as the mother.
The affair became public at a gala thrown in my honor. The little boy ran to Emilio, calling him "Daddy" and accusing me of trying to steal him away. To protect his son, Emilio shoved me. I fell, hit my head, and woke up in a hospital bed to the news that I had miscarried the baby I had just discovered I was carrying.
He never came. He left me bleeding on the floor to comfort his son and mistress, abandoning me, our marriage, and the child we lost without a second glance.
Days later, his mistress sent men to finish the job. They pushed me from a cliff into the churning water below. But I survived. I let the world believe I was dead as I accepted a prestigious architectural fellowship in Zurich. It was time for Elana Thomas to die, so I could finally live. The Switched Heiress's Stolen Life
Modern I was the long-lost heiress to the Alston family, with a loving husband, a protective brother, and two beautiful twin daughters. My life was perfect.
But the day my daughters died in a fire, the two men I loved most didn't comfort me. They protected the woman responsible-Jorja, the one I was switched at birth with.
They locked me in a psychiatric ward, claiming I was insane with grief. They said Jorja was a hero who had once saved their lives, and they would protect her at all costs.
To save my last surviving daughter, who lay in a coma, they forced me to my knees. I had to publicly confess I was an unfit mother and that my children's deaths were my fault.
But it was all a lie. They let my last daughter die anyway, diverting her doctors to treat Jorja for a scratch on her wrist.
As I walked out of the hospital, carrying my daughter's cold body, my phone rang. It was a prosecutor.
"I saw your post," he said. "Do you still need a lawyer?" The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire Heiress
Romance On the anniversary of her son's death, Audrey stood in the freezing cemetery for two hours, waiting for her husband.
Instead, his best friend showed up, claiming her husband was tied up with their daughter's emergency. But on her way home, Audrey caught sight of her husband, their daughter Willow, and another woman walking together.
She followed them to a luxury apartment that perfectly replicated her and her husband's humble first home.
Through a crack in the door, she watched her husband passionately kiss the woman.
She watched his best friend hand the mistress expensive gifts.
And she watched her own daughter happily eat cake and say, "Thank you, Mommy Kelsey."
When Audrey returned to her empty mansion, her daughter threw a massive tantrum, screaming that she wished Kelsey was her real mom.
The cruelest part was realizing the mistress was using Audrey's joint credit card to buy Willow's affection.
Her husband, her daughter, and her trusted friend had formed a flawless circle of betrayal. They were playing a happy family while she mourned her dead child alone. She had signed a brutal prenuptial agreement giving up everything for love, only to be treated like a pathetic joke.
But they didn't know the quiet, accommodating housewife was actually the hidden heir to the thirty-billion-dollar Carlisle empire.
Audrey left her diamond ring on the counter alongside a divorce settlement, activated her inheritance, and walked out.
"First step," she told her proxy. "We bleed his stock dry, and we dismantle his legacy piece by piece." The Unwanted Wife's Ruthless Comeback
Modern I woke up in a Swiss clinic with severe amnesia, having survived a three-week coma from a terrible skiing accident.
That was when I found out I was married to a ruthless billionaire named Holt Farmer. But instead of a loving husband, I was greeted by a monster who looked at me with pure hatred.
Because of my accident, his fragile mistress was being painted as a homewrecker by the media.
To save a corporate merger, my own family dragged me out of the hospital in a wheelchair, forcing me to attend a high-society gala to publicly apologize to the mistress.
When I refused and demanded a divorce in front of the cameras instead, my brother violently shoved my wheelchair into a marble pillar, fracturing my spine.
When I finally made it back to my parents with a broken body, they didn't even ask if I was hurt.
"A PR disaster. That's what you are."
My father looked at me coldly, only worried about the failing stock price, while my mother told me to take the settlement money and disappear forever.
I finally understood that to my husband and my blood relatives, my life was worth less than a corporate contract.
I didn't shed a single tear. Sitting alone in the dark, I dialed the number of the most feared divorce attorney in New York.
"I don't want his money. I want to dismantle them all." I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife
Mafia I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm.
My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles.
Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me.
He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised.
Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress.
That betrayal was just the beginning.
When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate.
He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride.
He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die.
He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast.
I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned.
Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place.
I stopped waiting for him to come home.
I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night.
Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake.
But he's too late.
Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises.
He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen. Rejected Love, Contracted Life
Romance My 22nd birthday was supposed to be perfect, the night I finally confessed my love to Ethan Vance, my guardian and the only family I had left.
I found him in his study, surrounded by the familiar scent of old books and leather, but his smile vanished as I told him, "I want you, Ethan. Not as a guardian. Not as a father figure. I'm in love with you."
His words, sharp and dismissive, cut me deeper than any knife: "Don't be ridiculous, Ava. You're my ward. You're a child. I raised you! To even think of me that way is… inappropriate. It's wrong."
He then called in his fiancée, Brittany, a woman who seemed to glide in on a cloud of malice, and announced their engagement, telling me, "Brittany's room has the best morning light. I'm sure Ava won't mind moving to one of the guest suites."
My sanctuary, my home where I poured my dreams into jewelry designs, was being given away, just like that.
How could the man who promised to protect me, who cheered my every success, betray me so cruelly?
Left with nothing but the echoes of his rejection, fueled by humiliation and a desperate need for escape, I pulled out my phone and texted a man I barely knew: "Mr. Hayes, is your offer for a contract marriage still on the table? I'm ready." The Monster I Once Married And Loved
Horror My life was a fairy tale.
At twenty-five, I had it all: a loving husband, Liam, my childhood sweetheart, a beautiful home, massive success, and our two perfect children, Leo and Lily.
They were our everything.
The night before their third birthday, I tucked them in, their excited giggles filling the room.
Just half an hour past bedtime.
But when Liam walked in, his face was a mask of cold fury.
He dragged Leo and Lily from their beds, out into the raging blizzard, for the sin of staying up late.
"They need to be punished," he said, his voice flat, his eyes empty.
I screamed, pleaded, grabbed his arm, but he flung me away, locking me in the basement while my babies wailed outside.
Darkness enveloped me, and their terrified screams were swallowed by the storm.
I pounded on the door, begging, promising anything, until his icy voice pierced the wood: "This isn' t about you, Ava. It' s about your parents."
He unleashed a horrifying tale of my family supposedly destroying his, a twisted vendetta culminating in my children' s lives for his father' s death.
It was a lie, a monstrous fabrication, but the next morning, as I pushed past his mother and burst outside, the silence was deafening.
On the porch, curled together, lay Leo and Lily, pristine and still under a thin dusting of snow, their faces blue, their lips purple, like two broken dolls.
They were gone.
The world went black. Not a Fiancée, a Resource
Romance "What is this, Liam?" My voice trembled, my hands shaking as I held up my phone, a text exchange between my fiancé, Liam, and a nurse flashing on the screen. It screamed, "Proceed with the 400cc draw. Chloe\'s vitals can handle it. Ethan needs it."
My stomach lurched. Ethan, my beloved, sat there pale, while Liam, his best friend, dismissed my terror. "Chloe, you\'re overreacting," Liam\'s smooth voice oozed, "Ethan\'s condition is fragile. It\'s better to be safe than sorry." Safe for who? Not for me.
Suddenly, years of quiet sacrifice became a crushing weight. The dizzy spells, the constant fatigue I' d blamed on stress – it wasn' t from wedding planning. It was them. My life had been systematically drained, not by love, but by parasitic manipulation.
Then, a new text from Liam, meant for Ethan\'s mother, buzzed on my phone. "Don\'t worry, I\'ll make sure Chloe provides enough blood for the pre-wedding \'health buffer.\' We can\'t have Ethan looking anything less than perfect on his big day." A health buffer. My blood, my very essence, reduced to a cosmetic accessory for his wedding photos. I was a walking blood bag, not a fiancée.
Just as the humiliation burned, Ethan texted from the other room, unaffected: "Liam just told me I\'m feeling faint again... One more small donation before the wedding... Can you come to the hospital tomorrow?" The audacity was breathtaking.
The room spun. Black spots danced. My phone slipped, clattering to the floor. The last thing I heard was my name being called as darkness swallowed me whole. I woke to sterile white walls, a nurse informing me I was severely anemic. "You can\'t donate blood again for a very long time, if ever." It was a death sentence for my old life. And a declaration of war for a new one. I picked up my phone, ignored their frantic calls, and dialed my friend. "I'm going to find a new boyfriend." Aethelgard's Divorce
Romance The divorce papers felt heavy in my hands, a final weight after three years.
I had sacrificed everything to be the perfect wife to Liam Hayes, a genius in game design but a recluse crippled by anxiety.
I was his shield, his planner, his entire support system, ensuring every detail of his life was seamless so he could create.
But at the launch party for his groundbreaking new game, "Aethelgard's Echo," he took the stage and thanked his "muse," Olivia, the graphic designer.
He beamed at her, she blew him a kiss, and I, his wife, stood frozen in the wings, my name never mentioned.
Three years of sleepless nights, managing his panic attacks, and organizing his entire life were erased in that single spotlight.
He didn't just forget me; he publicly replaced me, reducing me to nothing more than hired help.
My face burned with a fresh wave of humiliation as whispers and pitying glances followed me.
I walked out, and no one, especially not Liam, even noticed I was gone.
I had become Eleanor Hayes, the wife of a genius, but I had lost Eleanor Vance, the architect, the person I was supposed to be.
My decision was made: I needed to be free.
Yet, when I presented Liam with the divorce papers, expecting relief, he refused to sign.
He looked at me with raw, pure panic, not love or affection, but the desperate fear of losing his unpaid, live-in assistant, his "system."
My anger snapped, but even as he violently punched a wall, breaking his hand, my conditioned reflex was to care for him.
The final, brutal blow came later when I saw him treat Olivia's tiny paper cut with more care and tenderness than he had ever shown my own shattered heart.
That was it.
The last chord of hope, the final flicker of duty, snapped.
No longer would I be his punching bag; no longer would I be invisible.
I packed the single, worn suitcase I had arrived with three years ago.
I was leaving, and this time, I wasn't coming back. You Can't Afford My Happiness Now
Romance My wedding day.
The music swelled at the Boston Yacht Club.
I stood at the altar, eyes fixed on the aisle, waiting for Sarah, my fiancée.
The woman I' d built my tech career around.
The doors opened.
There she was, beautiful, but her face was a hard mask I didn' t recognize.
She took the microphone from the officiant.
"Ethan," she announced, her voice amplified for everyone to hear.
"I can' t marry you today."
The silence was physical.
"I' m pregnant," she continued, a small, triumphant smile on her lips.
"And the baby isn' t yours, Ethan. It' s Mark' s."
Mark. Her high-school boyfriend.
A collective gasp swept through the crowd.
"But don' t worry," she added, her voice dropping intimatel, yet still heard by all.
"You' re a good man. I need that for my child. So, you wait for me. I' ll have the baby, Mark and I will get this out of our systems, and then, once my child has a stable home-your home-I' ll marry you."
She was using my love as a weapon, demanding I be her reliable wallet after she was done playing house with the man she actually wanted.
She was humiliating me in front of everyone, assuming I was that weak.
That I was that devoted.
The all-consuming fire of my love was extinguished, replaced by a profound, chilling emptiness.
I turned, walked past the shocked faces, and didn' t look back.
Hours later, a powerful man and his brilliant daughter made me an insane offer.
Marry her.
A cold, calculated business transaction to erase my public disgrace.
It was exactly what I needed. Their Love Was Poison: My Revenge Was Sweet
Modern My own mother, Brenda, killed my infant daughter using a hot dog.
What followed was unthinkable: my father, my brother, and Brenda herself spun a tale, blaming me.
They labeled me hysterical, a drama queen, an overprotective new mom with 'new-fangled nonsense.'
Brenda sobbed to the police, playing the role of a grieving grandmother, and the world swallowed her lies.
I lost my career, my life was shattered, and my husband' s desperate pleas for truth were ignored.
Drowning in despair, I sought an escape from the pain they inflicted, a final, desperate act.
How could my own family turn on me so completely?
How could their twisted 'love' and suffocating control culminate in such monstrous injustice, leaving me utterly broken and voiceless?
The betrayal was suffocating, the blame unbearable.
But then, I woke up.
Lily' s piercing cry from the baby monitor was a miracle.
She was alive, and the calendar had reset, weeks before the DUI, months before the hot dog incident.
This wasn't a replay of my nightmare; it was a terrifying, second chance.
They destroyed me once by their rules.
Now, I remember every manipulative word, every insidious act of 'care' that reeked of control.
This time, I' m playing by my rules.
And I' m coming for justice they' ll never see coming. The Price of a Pinky: A Vegas Tale
Romance Our wedding was just days away, and the $50,000 down payment for our dream home, a generous gift from my parents, was safely secured for our future.
But that tranquil vision shattered the moment I found my fiancé, Mike, in our Vegas hotel suite, his raw voice mumbling the unthinkable: "The money, Sarah. It's gone."
Every cent, wiped out in a rigged poker game set up by Rick, Mike’s own best man.
Mike was a broken man, convinced he’d ruined everything, ready to call off our wedding indefinitely.
Yet, the anger I expected never came; instead, a cold, hard resolve settled deep within me.
This wasn't just about lost money; it was a calculated betrayal, a predatory scheme against our trust and future, by someone who was supposed to be family.
How could Mike’s best friend so cruelly fleece him, seemingly out of nowhere?
He didn't know the woman now staring down her desperate groom, pulling out her high-limit emergency credit card.
I looked him dead in the eye and declared, "It's our mess now, Mike, and I'm going to deal with Rick."
Tonight, he would witness a dangerous side of me he never imagined, as a deeper, long-suppressed past resurfaced to reclaim what was ours. 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. My Luna, My Child, My Curse
FLORA PLUME Emely, the heiress of a powerful werewolf clan, wakes up one morning in the bed of her father's greatest enemy, Alpha Valentin. She can't remember what happened that night, but only weeks later, her world falls apart when she discovers she's pregnant.
Rejected by her own family and carrying the child of a rival Alpha, how is she supposed to survive as a Luna without a mate by her side?
After being cast out by her father, Emely gives birth alone to Vennen, a baby boy with striking golden eyes that reveal the undeniable connection between him and Valentin. But when Valentin learns the child exists, he refuses to claim him.
Why would an Alpha reject his own son? Was it pride, fear... or something far worse hidden beneath the surface?
Left to survive on the streets while being shunned by her own people, Emely fights desperately to protect her son as the world around her continues trying to crush them both.
But when fate finally leads her onto Valentin's territory, she suffers an even crueler blow. The man tied to her soul doesn't recognize her at all and throws her out like a stranger.
How could the person destined for her reject her so easily? And what will happen once he learns the child he keeps denying is actually his own heir?
Caught between betrayal, broken love, dangerous pack politics, wolf instincts, and the pull of the mate bond, Emely faces an impossible choice: disappear quietly... or fight for the future her son deserves.
But can a rejected Luna stand against two powerful packs and change the fate forced upon her? 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. 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. 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. 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." 
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