Qing Hua
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His Rejected Mate, The Rival Alpha's Gamma
Werewolf My five-year contract as his placeholder Luna ended when he left me bleeding in his car to comfort the woman who attacked me.
He publicly announced my abandonment through the pack's mind-link, then stormed back to the house to accuse me of stealing a priceless necklace from her.
He felt the fated mate bond spark between us, called it a cheap trick, and threw me in a silver-lined cell when the necklace was "found" in my bag.
My mother had to trade the last relic of our fallen pack just for my freedom, and we were exiled with nothing.
His final command to me, his true mate, was to go kneel and apologize to the woman who framed me.
Instead, I severed our sacred bond. And as I stepped into exile, a rival Alpha was waiting, offering me the power to burn his entire world to the ground. His Betrayal, Her Unveiling Power
Romance Three years into the apocalypse, I thought Caleb and I were a team, a family.
Then I watched his hand stroke my younger sister Chloe' s knee, his thumb drawing slow, deliberate circles.
He' d always protected me… or so I thought, until he publicly discarded me, allowing his men to hurt and humiliate me, all while my sister pretended to be ill, framing me with a raw egg and reveling in my pain.
How could he betray me like this? How could my own sister hate me so much?
As I lay broken and humiliated, a memory flashed: Liam, the kind-faced man from another life who had always tried to save me. This time, I' d take matters into my own hands. Reborn for Her Downfall
Billionaires My wife, Chloe, swept into our grand foyer, her familiar bright smile in place, another "soulmate" in tow-a fresh-faced influencer named Daniel.
I was in my studio, painting a serene landscape, the antithesis of the chaos she embodied.
She had a new project: Daniel needed my art studio, the only sanctuary I had left in our gilded cage, for his "content hub."
"You said you wanted a clean slate for Daniel," I told her, my heart a hollow ache, as she beamed, thinking I was finally being "reasonable."
In my last life, I had fought, pleaded, and eventually broken, losing my studio, my art, and then everything.
Chloe, oblivious, wired me a fortune-pocket change to her, but to me, seed money for her demise.
I saw the number on the screen, a grim smile touching my lips.
Little did she know, this wasn' t payment; it was her first installment on her own ruin.
I was reborn, and this time, the canvas of my life would be painted with her downfall. No More Mr. Nice Guy
Romance For eight years, I loved Olivia, a silent battle against her family's disdain for the "poor scholar" who married their heiress, especially since we remained childless.
Then, Brandon arrived-a country boy her grandfather handpicked to be the family's heir, meant to replace me. Olivia, drunk after a fight, had my replacement's child. I forgave her, blinded by love, only to find her secretly still seeing him.
The final betrayal shattered everything: Olivia sold me out to kidnappers, begging me to die in Brandon' s place to save her family's "future." Dumped in a brutal jail cell, I endured a horrific beating. The call Brandon made to my father, describing my torture, triggered his fatal heart attack.
How could the woman who once shielded me with her own body become this monster? How could she sacrifice everything for a man she claimed was a mistake? What depths of manipulation had I fallen prey to?
Lying broken and battered, with my father dead because of her choices, I finally understood. The naive husband died in that cell. And a promise was forged in fire: I would burn her world to the ground. The Mother's War
Modern My son, Caleb, lived for music. Every strum, every hum, filled our small Rust Belt home with joy. When legendary producer Anthony Lester swooped him off to Nashville, it felt like his dream was finally coming true.
Then the music stopped.
For two months, all I got were slick, pre-recorded messages and B-roll videos, until a shaky clip revealed a raw, red burn on his hand, and a terrified flicker in his eyes before he yanked it away.
I flew to Nashville, only to be branded a crazy mother and turned away from the studio by a condescending assistant. Then, a new music video teaser dropped, supposedly showcasing "authentic art," but it was my son, Caleb, being brutally beaten on camera, his genuine terror dismissed as "method acting."
The local sheriff, bought and paid for by the studio, merely smirked, telling me to take the "signing bonus" money and go home. How could this be happening? How could a mother watch her child being tortured and find every door slammed in her face, the world calling his torment "art"?
Watching his gaunt face on a live stream, pumped full of drugs, unable to remember the name of his own childhood dog, I knew the system had failed him. But they forgot one thing: I wasn' t just a cleaning lady from a forgotten town. I was the widow of Sergeant David Johns, a Medal of Honor recipient, and the Army does not forget its own. Sweet Poison, Cold Revenge
Modern My sorority sister, Brittany, always seemed like the perfect friend – sweet, glamorous, always ready with a helpful suggestion.
But that sweetness was a lie, a poison.
It started with a phony survey, then quickly escalated.
My SSN, my bank details, all stolen overnight for a "$3,000 loan" I never truly asked for.
That loan spiraled to $9,000, and soon, Brittany' s "help" forced me into something far darker – an "escort service" tied to her family's hidden cruelties.
The fabricated photos, the rumors, the shame – it all broke my parents.
Their car crash, the one that erased them from my life, was no accident.
It was the crushing weight of their daughter' s fabricated ruin, orchestrated by the girl who smiled in my face.
My rage burned even hotter than the fire in my gut when I finally collapsed, only to realize, in that fleeting moment between life and oblivion, the bitter truth: their entire scheme was illegal. Unenforceable. A sham.
Knowledge that came too late. They stole everything: my future, my family, even my last breath.
But then, my eyes snapped open. I was back. September 14th.
The day it all began, the day Brittany first whispered about that loan.
And this time, she wouldn' t just trick me. This time, I knew her game. Every single move.
My blood ran cold as her sugary voice called from the door. "Kayla? You in there?"
The nightmare was vivid, but so was my resolve.
She thought I was an easy mark. She thought wrong.
This time, I' m the one setting the trap. Disowned Heir: A Path to Vengeance
Modern My adoptive family always treated me as their golden child, until I stumbled into a dusty storage room at Grandfather Harrison's 90th birthday celebration.
There, I found it: my deceased sister Chloe' s SAT score report, showing near-perfect scores that shattered everything our wealthy New England family had ever told me about her "instability."
I innocently showed it to my father, expecting pride or explanation.
Instead, his face turned a mottled red, my mother's teacup rattled, and Grandfather dramatically collapsed right before my eyes.
Within hours, I was disowned, my entire life-my job, my funds, my home-ripped away, leaving me bewildered and clutching the damning piece of paper.
The family called me "disrespectful," my uncle called me "ungrateful," and my own mother, without a flicker of warmth, commanded security to "pack Mr. Ethan' s bags immediately."
I was thrown out, abandoned, and even brutally assaulted by my father and uncles when I tried to visit my "dying" grandfather in the hospital.
Why?
Why would a dead girl's academic scores trigger such a violent, absolute betrayal from the people who raised me?
My memories of Chloe, fragmented and disturbing, hint at a darker truth.
Then, my mother's voice, strained and chilling, revealed the real reason for my grandfather's "stroke": "He was already gone, Ethan. Two weeks ago. It was all a lie."
A cold certainty settled in my gut: Chloe's death, my family's obsession with secrecy, and my sudden banishment are all connected to a truth too monstrous to contain.
And I, the discarded son, will unearth every single buried secret at my grandfather's sham funeral. Four Years of Lies, One Life Rewound
Horror I sacrificed everything for him.
I moved from my privileged New England life to a forgotten Appalachian town, funding my fiancé Ethan Vance's dream of rebuilding his family's home.
For four years, I poured my heart into Havenwood, oblivious to the darkness brewing.
Then, with our baby growing inside me, I overheard his chilling plan: a dark ritual, the "Founders' Pact," to transfer another woman's grotesque sickness to me, securing his power through my sacrifice.
At the town festival, he revealed his true monstrosity, kicking me until I miscarried, then forcing a vile, disease-ridden draught down my throat.
My beauty faded, replaced by festering sores, and I was cast out, "The Witch," forced into isolation, realizing how every manipulation and every abuse-from servitude to branding-had been expertly designed.
Lost and dying, my grandmother's locket, my last link to my old life, burned intensely in my hand.
As Ethan celebrated his ultimate triumph, the locket sent me back: to my opulent engagement party, the pivotal day he vanished four years ago.
Now, fully aware of his vile scheme and backed by my powerful family, I will meticulously dismantle his life, brick by agonizing brick. The Heiress They Tried to Bury Alive
Modern At 19, my life was a grinding loop of diner shifts and supporting my "struggling" family for their poverty-porn YouTube channel.
Mom's cough, Dad's despair, Ethan's gambling debts – it was all grist for their online mill.
A desperate five-dollar Powerball ticket was my only sliver of hope.
I won. Five million dollars. It was our salvation.
But when I told them, expecting cheers, I got cold terror.
My 'family' didn't celebrate; they attacked me, trying to destroy the ticket and then me.
I escaped, only for them to launch a vicious online smear campaign, painting me as an ungrateful thief.
They found me at a shelter, paraded me as "troubled" for their loyal fans, and dragged me back to their nightmare.
The verbal abuse was relentless, followed by a brutal physical assault that left me broken.
"Five million?" Ethan sneered. "That's pocket change compared to what you're *really* worth to us, dead or alive."
His chilling words echoed a terrifying truth: this wasn't just about money.
Their horrific reaction, the decades of quiet cruelty – it clicked.
Why did they want me dead for a lottery win?
What deeper, darker secret was I threatening?
I knew, with a sickening certainty, they weren't my real family.
I had to uncover the truth, starting with a hidden box.
I would expose their lies and reclaim the life they stole. 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... PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega
Viane They said Omegas were born to kneel.
Elowyn Froste decided to run.
In a kingdom ruled by scent and bloodlines, nineteen-year-old Elowyn escapes the claws of an Alpha who bought her life. To survive, she cuts her hair, binds her chest, and enters Ashmoore Academy as a boy-Elyan, a fragile cadet in a world built for beasts.
Every day is a fight to hide what she is. Every night, her scent potion fades a little faster.
Then , there's Baron Ortega-the Alpha prince of RuthValis, her room mate and her temptation. Cold. Lethal. Impossible to ignore. His instincts call her prey, but something in her scent calls him home.
As the Academy spirals into chaos and war rises beyond its walls, Elowyn's lies unravel one by one. Old gods stir, rebels awaken, and a prophecy whispers of an Omega hybrid who can shatter every Alpha's throne.
And Baron... might be the key to her undoing.
In a world where scent means power and love means ruin, Elowyn must choose:
Love Baron Ortega, confess and burn the world or hide and watch the world burn.
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