Qing Jiu
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The Weak Omega's Secret: Rise of the Alchemist
Werewolf For nine hundred and eighty-six nights, I was exiled to the guest room while my husband, Alpha Corbett, let his dead wife’s sister sleep in our master suite.
He claimed Ivana needed his pheromones to sleep. I was just the glorified janitor in my own pack.
But the breaking point wasn't the neglect. It was the macaron.
"Eat it," Corbett ordered, holding out the green cookie. "Show me you accept my apology."
"I'm allergic to pistachios," I whispered. "I'll die."
He didn't listen. His eyes flashed red.
"Eat it."
The Alpha Command seized my motor functions. My hand moved against my will, shoving the poison into my mouth.
As my throat instantly swelled, I tasted the metallic tang of Wolfsbane. Ivana hadn't just ignored my allergy; she had laced it.
I collapsed on the kitchen tiles, clawing at my windpipe, turning purple.
From the living room, Ivana let out a fake, high-pitched shriek. "Corbett! My anxiety! It's coming back!"
Corbett looked down at me, convulsing and suffocating on the floor. Then he looked toward the living room.
The choice took him less than a second.
He physically stepped over my dying body.
"Hold on, Ivana! I'm coming!" he cooed, leaving me to die alone on the cold grout.
I managed to jam an EpiPen into my thigh, gasping as air forced its way back into my lungs.
As I lay there shivering, I didn't feel sadness. I felt clarity.
I dragged myself to my studio, packed my research, and sent a single email.
To: The Royal Lycan King.
Subject: I accept.
By the time Corbett realized Ivana was a fraud pregnant with another man's child, I was already gone.
And when he finally came begging on his knees, he found me in the arms of a King who would burn the world before he let me bow. The Love Built On Silent Lies
Modern For ten years, my world was silent. Bryan was my protector, my voice, my everything, shielding me from a world I couldn't hear after my parents died saving him.
But when a new girl, Astrid, arrived and started a cruel war against me, I suddenly regained my hearing-only to discover the horrifying truth. Bryan wasn't my protector; he was the mastermind.
"He loves seeing you squirm," Astrid sneered, her voice a venomous whisper I could now hear perfectly. "He told me he gets off on it. He hates your blank face."
Their twisted game was to make the "emotionless Elinor" cry. My pain was their entertainment. The boy I trusted, the family I loved-it was all built on a foundation of guilt and deceit.
He thought I was a silent, helpless victim he could control. He thought I would endure his betrayal forever.
He was wrong.
So, I jumped from the third-floor window, orchestrating a public "suicide" to expose their crimes. As the world erupted in chaos and his perfect life shattered, I knew my real story was just beginning. Her Revenge, His Undying Love
Romance My fiancé, Liam, told me to sign a document to save his family's company.
It was a false confession, pinning a hundred-million-dollar mistake on me. A mistake his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, had made.
When I refused, he showed me a live feed of my mother in her hospital bed. Her life-saving cancer treatment was funded by his family.
He smiled, his thumb hovering over an icon on his phone. "One call, Ava. The funding stops. Her treatment is over."
Later, after I signed, he locked me in a lab that caught fire. He thought I was trying to sabotage Chloe.
As I pounded on the door, choking on smoke, he stood on the other side, comforting a perfectly fine Chloe. He looked at me, trapped and burning, and shouted, "This is your own damn fault. I'm disappointed in you, Ava."
He left me to die.
But I survived.
When I woke up in the hospital, I made a single call to my hacker contact.
My message was one word: "Execute." The Price of Betrayal: A Husband's Revenge
Modern My life, once a meticulously designed blueprint, began its demolition on the eve of my wedding. I was Ethan Miller, an architect on the verge of having it all, returning home to celebrate with my fiancée.
Instead, I found her in our bedroom with my best man, a scene that shattered everything. Fleeing into the night, a car blared, then metal met bone, and blinding pain consumed my right arm.
I woke in a hospital, my dominant hand irreparably damaged, my career as an architect declared over. The world celebrated my tragedy; my fiancée and best man married in my place, turning my life into a public spectacle of pity and gossip. The pain in my chest eclipsed the physical agony as my identity crumbled, rendering me a broken man, a backdrop for my betrayer' s rising star.
I spiraled, questioning the point of it all, refusing to eat, to heal, to exist. My professional talent, the very core of my being, had become a burden, a target for those who sought to elevate themselves on my ruins.
Then, in my deepest despair, Olivia Chen, my betrayer's best friend, appeared as my savior. She became my devoted wife, meticulously managing my recovery, holding me through frustrated tears, and becoming the anchor in my new, quiet life. Until a Tuesday. When I returned home early, the words from the sun-room sliced through the quiet, words spoken by Olivia and my physical therapist.
"You arranged for him to be hit by a car for Mark Davis."
"Yes."
My world collapsed again. The woman who saved me, who spoke words of love, was my captor. She had orchestrated my accident, meticulously sabotaged my recovery, all to ensure Mark Davis's success. It wasn't love; it was a cage, a beautifully crafted prison designed to keep me broken, a pawn in their twisted game fueled by her obsessed ambition for Mark. Every tender touch, every encouraging word, a calculated lie. My love, her most effective weapon.
How could I have been so blind? How could the woman I trusted with my broken heart be the architect of my ruin? Was there any truth to anything she ever said? This betrayal, so absolute, left me hollow, yet a cold clarity began to form. I was done being a victim. When Love Kills a Future
Romance My world with Chloe revolved around our eagerly awaited baby, our future taking happy shape with every nursery plan.
An Instagram tag from her popped up then, a seemingly innocent ping.
I opened it, and the image delivered a brutal, physical blow, vaporizing my reality.
Chloe lay pale but smiling in a hospital bed, holding hands with her ex-husband Mark, in the bed beside her.
The caption read: "This time, I'm choosing to be brave for love."
My mind reeled: a bone marrow donor?
Where was our baby?
Comments hailed her a hero, oblivious to the life she'd just ended, never telling me.
She returned, demanding comfort, yet casually dismissed my silent agony over our lost child.
Her shocking nonchalance toward our baby' s life ignited a silent, seething rage deep inside me.
I finally grasped that my unwavering kindness had enabled her, teaching her that monumental betrayals carried no real consequences.
How could she expect recovery meals after such a horrific, selfish act?
Staring at the stranger in my wife's eyes, the illusion shattered.
"I want a divorce," I declared, beginning my fight to reclaim my shattered life. The Fiance's Betrayal: A Sister's Fury
Modern After years hidden away, recovering from the fire that stole my old life, my meticulously crafted new identity as Ethan White was finally ready for a fresh start in Chicago, a surprise apartment from my sister, Sophia, waiting.
But the key had barely turned in the lock when men burst in, led by Sophia’s fiancé, Rick Harrington, who saw not a brother returning home, but a stranger to be eliminated.
Fists flew, bones crunched, and the man who was supposed to be my future brother-in-law sneered about Sophia’s "pet project," convinced I was just some con artist.
Every desperate plea for my sister to recognize me, every mention of my true name, Evan, was met with another blow, another sneer, my new face cementing their conviction that I was an imposter.
Even Mac, Sophia's head of security who’d known me since I was a kid, only saw a trespasser, his eyes blank with no recognition despite my desperate cries.
As darkness swallowed me, battered and unrecognizable, the cruel irony was a bitter taste: the new identity Sophia had painstakingly crafted to keep me safe was now the very thing sealing my doom at the hands of her own fiancé.
How could the security measures meant to shield me become the weapon used against me by the one person I was supposed to trust, the one who was about to marry my sister?
Little did Rick know, a shattered phone with a single photo and a mother's heirloom would soon unravel his web of lies, bringing Sophia face-to-face with the brother she thought was safe, and unleashing her terrifying fury for justice. 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.
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? 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 Paid the Alpha King for One Night
Rabbit For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous.
Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate.
I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry.
The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother.
He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement.
Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse. 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."
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.
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