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Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Werewolf 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.
Remembered Too Late
Modern My husband, Roger Harvey, was a renowned top-tier lawyer in the industry, but he could never remember anything outside of his cases.
He never remembered my birthday or our wedding anniversary.
Every night he stood at the bedroom door and asked politely yet distantly, "Is this the one?"
He could not even remember my name or what I looked like.
To make him "remember" me, I hung our wedding photo on the wall with a label underneath. "Anniversary: May 20."
I put a nameplate on the bedroom door that read "Bedroom."
I even labeled everything in the house with sticky notes that explained in detail how to use each item and its background.
I thought it was a side effect of his high-pressure job, so I never complained.
That changed the day a multi-car pileup sent both me and his childhood friend, Sylvie Gordon, into the emergency room at the same time.
He rushed frantically to Sylvie's bedside and shouted in a clear, urgent voice, "She has tachycardia. She caught a cold last month but no fever."
The nurse handling the rescue grabbed him and asked, "Sir, your wife is also seriously injured. Does she have any medical history or allergies?"
He turned his head, looked at me covered in blood, and shook his head blankly. "I don't remember."
In that moment I finally understood. He was not forgetful. His memory was astonishingly sharp.
He simply reserved that precise, precious memory for someone else.
Everything about me he had never cared to keep in his heart.
This was a dramatic tug-of-war between love and betrayal.
It was a heart-wrenching journey of self-redemption.
Yet when I decided to leave, he was suddenly filled with panic... The Alpha's Secretly Powerful Rejected Mate
Werewolf I was the secret, wolfless mate of Aries Monroe, the powerful Alpha of the Monroe Pack.
But one night, I answered his phone and heard his mistress, Isla, triumphantly announce she was pregnant with his child.
When Aries found out, he didn't show an ounce of guilt. Instead, he formally rejected me, severing our sacred bond and leaving my soul in agony.
His mother even came to humiliate me, demanding I pack my bags to make room for his new Luna.
The next day, Isla came to my apartment to gloat. I was so sick with grief that I threw up on her dress, and she suddenly collapsed in a pool of blood, miscarrying her baby.
Aries burst through the door, choking me against the wall.
"You were jealous, so you decided to kill her child?"
He threw me in a detention cell and threatened me with a Pack trial for attempted murder unless I publicly apologized to his mistress.
He had seen the security footage. He knew I never touched her.
Yet he chose to frame his own fated mate just to give the woman he loved a perfect scapegoat.
My heart completely died in that cold cell.
I looked at the Rejection papers he forced upon me and agreed to go to the Healer's wing.
But I wasn't going to surrender. I had just accepted a top-tier cybersecurity job, and my "apology" was going to be the performance of a lifetime. Three Years Wrong: I Walked Away
Romance I pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit karaoke room. Marlee Scott's legs were casually draped across my fiance Julian Lohan's lap.
She had a lollipop between her lips, and a silver anklet with tiny bells hung around her ankle. As her foot swayed back and forth to the deafening bass, the bells chimed crisply.
When she saw me walk in, she not only did not move her legs away, but also smiled and winked at me.
"Oops, Teresa, you won't mind this, will you? I have always been a carefree person, kind of like one of the guys. There is really nothing between Julian and me. He has always treated me as a friend."
Julian was lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other hand resting naturally beside her slender ankle.
He glanced up at me but did not move.
The teasing catcalls around us were abruptly gone.
In Metropola, everyone in our social circle knew that I, Teresa Mendez, had a terrible temper, thought highly of myself, and could not tolerate even the slightest offense.
I had been born with an exceptionally beautiful face.
I was cold yet stunning. Even standing there expressionlessly under the dim lights, I was aggressively beautiful.
My personality was indeed unpleasant, but my looks made up for it.
At least that was why Julian had been chasing after me for four years. Back then, he had been so captivated by my cold but pretty face that he could even risk his life for me. We Were Simply A Transient Presence In Each Other's Lives
Romance I am Nancy Schultz. Five months into my relationship with Jere Lloyd, I had prepared two surprises for him.
The first was that I had decided to stay in the country for him.
The second was that I was pregnant.
But when I arrived at the parking lot of his company, I saw Jere, my tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, being cornered in his sports car by Nina Saunders, the most delicate-looking, beautiful woman in our company.
Nina said to him, "I know I was wrong. I regret it.
Jere, you said you would only ever love me for the rest of your life. How could you give someone else all the love that was supposed to be mine?"
My heart abruptly clenched.
Before I could react, Jere coldly pushed her hand away.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this really was just a misunderstanding and that I should trust him.
But the next second, Jere said in a cold voice, and his words stopped me from immersing myself in my illusion. "1, 000 drones for a birthday celebration, a fireworks show cost a million dollars, jewelry of a seven-figure price... You really should regret it, Nina. You should have regretted it the moment you started dating two people at once! Because all of those things were supposed to be yours!"
I froze where I stood.
I realized there was no need to tell him about the two surprises after all. Seven‑Year Fate: The Alpha Begs My Return
Werewolf According to the rules of the Obsidian Wolf Pack, if an Alpha invited an unbonded member of the opposite sex to the Blood Moon Banquet, it was equivalent to publicly releasing a courtship signal.
So when my lover, Kenton Moran, reached out to Zessia Dixon, all the mocking eyes in the crowd turned to me.
They expected me to react as I always had before—to barge in and cause a scene.
But this time, I simply stood there, watching Kenton and Zessia dance passionately, and my chest ached slightly.
Just an hour ago, the Moon Priestess had examined the dark poison marks spreading through my wolf veins and pronounced my fate.
"Norya, the Eclipse has begun to invade your heart. You can live until the next full moon at most."
For once, I didn't feel like fighting anymore. Those Seven Years Between Me and Him: From Lovers to Strangers
Romance I am Elianna Lambert. The day I received a tearful call from my best friend, Regina Haynes, telling me that her ex-husband had abused her, my boyfriend, Kristian Reynolds, and I flew back to the country overnight and rescued her.
To help Regina get even, I set aside all business interests and took every order from her ex-husband's company. Kristian also made it clear that he would have him blacklisted across the entire industry.
The day her ex-husband went bankrupt, Regina hugged me, laughing and crying at the same time.
"You two cannot fight, okay? If you break up, who am I supposed to go with?" She said jokingly.
Kristian pulled me out of her arms. "Shut up. There is no way I am ever breaking up with Elianna."
Later, I had her move into my apartment to live with Kristian and me so that I could look after her; I even arranged for her to work at my company, and encouraged her to find a new boyfriend and start a new life.
Every time Kristian would wrap his arms around me and ask, seemingly jealous, "Who is the one you really love, anyway?"
Everything was fine until I left on a three-month business trip and secured a major international deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
When I finally returned to the country, I was eager to surprise Kristian. He drove to pick me up. Out of habit, I opened the passenger-side door and was about to get in when my fingers brushed against something wedged between the seat cushions.
It was a used condom. Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex
Fantasy "She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! My heart-scale on this nightgown helps heal her! What does it matter if you lend it to her for a few days?! When did you become so vicious and cold-blooded?!"
My fated mate, the Dragon Lord, protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing draconic aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had defiled my sacred nesting chamber and put on my clothes. But I had poured six months of blood and sweat into preparing that nest, and that nightgown was embedded with his own heart-scale-the very scale he swore would protect me forever!
When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me toward the Obsidian Tower-a pitch-black prison for the insane. "Lock her up for five days! Let her sober up in the dark until she crawls out begging for my forgiveness!"
He didn't know that in my past life, walking into this tower marked the beginning of my true nightmare.
During those five days, his mistress frantically spread rumors that I had gone feral. I was eventually dragged to the execution pyre by the outraged Clan. As the flames devoured my flesh, he ignored my agonizing screams, busy comforting his fake-crying mistress.
I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh.
Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle.
Five days later, he stood outside the heavy iron doors, wearing a self-righteous smile, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a chilling declaration of a "Rejection Ritual" right into his hypocritical face!
"Keep the chamber, and keep the parasite." I coldly watched his smug smile freeze and shatter, then demanded, "Our engagement is over. Get your three million gold coins ready, Collin. That is the exact price for ending our contract and repaying my family's investments."
He scoffed, absolutely certain that a Dragonless woman would eventually become the laughingstock of high society without his protection.
He had no idea that I already held the deadly treasonous secrets of his corrupt military suppliers, and used them to extort my first pot of gold.
Next, I will build my own network, completely cut off his domain's financial lifeline, and expose his parasitic nature to the entire kingdom.
When his proud Dragon Castle is drowned in crippling debt and completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite! The Sacrifice Who Was Bound To Be The Evil Dragon's Bride
Fantasy They said the evil dragon who lived in Dragon Castle, who could change into human form, was ferocious. Every year, not a single woman who was sent to him to be his bride as a sacrifice ever came back alive.
This year, it was me, Evelyn Wills, to be the sacrificial bride.
Everyone was certain I would die.
The gates of Dragon Castle slowly opened. The man on the throne, Adrian Powell, the evil dragon himself, raised his golden dragon eyes and looked at me coldly.
The suffocating pressure crashed down on me; The color drained from my face, and I had to fight the urge to run.
He lowered his eyes and let out a cold sneer. "Nothing special about the sacrifice this year."
But the moment he turned to leave, the look of fear on my face vanished.
I pulled out my dagger and drove it straight toward his heart.
I had willingly taken the place of my adoptive sister, Lydia Wills, to be his bride just for this very moment! From Exile to Rise: the Legend of the Exiled Luna
Werewolf The oracle had once prophesied that the child in our mother's belly would be the fated Luna of the next Alpha King of the entire werewolf kingdom.
For eighteen years, everyone believed that it was me, Serena Mills.
Until at my coming-of-age ceremony, the Moonlight Stone found no wolf within me.
In an instant, I went from the fated Luna in the prophecy to the pack's greatest disgrace. And my sister, Elena Mills, became the fated Luna.
I was facing the mockery of my packmates and the cold indifference of our parents.
Even my intended mate, Augusta Hayes, the Crown Prince of the kingdom, took Elena's hand in front of everyone and declared, "Only the fated Luna in the prophecy can be my Luna."
I lost all my hope.
But just as Elena was about to put on the diadem that the Fated Luna was meant to wear at the coming-of-age ceremony, the wolf that had lain dormant inside me for eighteen years suddenly opened its eyes. After Six Years Of Lies, Both My Wolf And I Awakened
Werewolf I am Lillian Lawson. The night before my succession ceremony, I caught Erick Lawson, my mate, in bed with Misha Acosta, the priestess of Silverbeam Pack.
It was also that night that I learned the prenatal tonic I had drunk six years ago was, in fact, a Stillbirth Draught that killed my baby.
Erick had handed it to me himself.
My real child had long since died in my womb.
After I delivered the dead baby while unconscious, Erick and Misha took the baby's body away, shoved their bastard, Noah Lawson, into my arms, and murdered my father together.
So I had spent six years raising my enemies' child.
And now, they were trying to usurp my position as leader!
At the succession ceremony, Misha held Noah in front of the entire pack, sobbing that she was his real mother.
Erick stood before everyone and accused me of having no wolf, being unable to bear children, and abusing Noah for years.
Everyone demanded I give up my position.
But I simply looked at Erick, whose face showed a look of smug satisfaction, and curled my lips. "Erick, do you think you're unstoppable now?" The Summer I Stopped Sacrificing Myself For The Others
Romance My name is Allison Chapman. Ever since I found out I might be pregnant, my husband, Rocco Chapman, had developed couvade syndrome.
It was a condition in which a husband, overwhelmed by concern and anxiety over his wife's pregnancy, experienced morning sickness as she did.
My heart ached watching him vomit until he was dehydrated, but at the same time, I was thrilled by his sheer deep love for me.
Yet, when I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup, the doctor told me I wasn't pregnant and said I was most likely having a miscarriage.
I was stunned, and I didn't know what on earth Rocco's couvade syndrome was about.
I soon knew why.
The moment I stepped out of the OB's office, I ran right into the woman who was next up for her appointment.
It was my best friend, Kathryn Hopkins.
And I saw the person by her side was Rocco, the same person who had told me this morning that something urgent had come up at work and he wouldn't be able to come with me to my prenatal checkup. I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice
Romance My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file.
I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold.
Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack."
I didn't respond.
The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side.
I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives.
I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!"
The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail.
Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient.
I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing.
This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me.
It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley.
I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try."
So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City.
And I also decided to leave Jenson. The White Wolf's Requiem
Werewolf Vera Morgan, my mate's lover, said the Moonlight Power of the White Wolf's pups was pure, and that moon stones soaked in the blood from their hearts could keep a pregnancy from failing.
So Rowan Black, my mate and the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack, gave the order. I, Elara Dale, nine-month pregnant with twin babies, the Luna and a White Wolf from the Moonborn Clan, the white wolves who served the moon goddess, was tied to an operating table by the warriors, and they cut my twins out of my belly.
I was overwhelmed by the agony surging through me.
I then fell to my knees, weeping, and begged him. "The babies are premature and underdeveloped. If you take the blood from their hearts, they will die. I am the purest White Wolf of the Moonborn Clan. Take my heart instead. Please, just don't hurt the babies..."
Rowan, however, said nonchalantly, "It's only a few drops of blood. It won't kill them. Consider it penance for your jealousy of Vera."
I looked at his cold face. My wolf, Serane, let out a despairing whine.
That night, before my children could even open their eyes, their lives slipped away from the little openings on their chests.
I held my children's bloody bodies and went to Larkin Olson, the Elder of the Blackrock Pack.
"You saved me back then, and I repaid the Blackrock Pack with my Moonlight Power. My children are gone now. It is time for me to leave." Love Blossoms under the Blood Moon
Werewolf Yvette Hawthorne had strayed into werecreatures' turf, an area strictly forbidden to humans. When she woke the next morning, the doctor told her she was already one month pregnant.
She hurried home. The moment she opened the front door, her father, Brenton Hawthorne, who was an earl, coldly announced that the Travon family demanded "a pure woman," meaning her.
She froze in place.
The Travon family was an upper-class family, and its leader, Calvin Travon, was rumored to be the merciless and murderous King of the werecreatures.
"Why me?" Yvette said, her voice trembling.
Brenton did not even look at her. "Because you are the most useless one in this family."
On the eve of the wedding, Yvette's stepsister, Lena Hawthorne, discovered Yvette's secret pregnancy and choked her by the throat.
Just as Yvette believed she was about to die, the door burst open.
Someone said, "Sir Calvin Travon! What brings you here, My Lord?"
Silence instantly fell into the room.
Yvette lifted her head with difficulty and saw Calvin's golden eyes fixed on her from beneath his dark silver mask.
He stepped closer and, not trying to save her, stared directly at her abdomen and asked her in a cold voice, "Whose child is it?" Two Brothers, One Contract: I Chose My Own Heart
Romance I heard the debt collector say in a malicious tone, "One point two million dollars. If you cannot pay it back, then you will have to settle the debt with your daughter."
My father, Richard Parker, who had gambled away our lives and piled up crushing high-interest loans, clutched my hand tightly.
"Chloe, please help me. Have mercy on me!" He said pleadingly.
I'm Chloe Parker, and in that moment, my blood turned to ice. I shut my eyes in despair.
Just then, a black Rolls-Royce silently came into view.
Inside sat a man who seemed like a predator hiding itself for a hunt. With nothing more than a single glance, he made the menacing debt collector flinch.
"Sign the contract," he said to me, "or let them take you. Your choice."
He held out an agreement and two photographs. "These are my two sons. It will be your eighteenth birthday three months from now, and after that, you will pick one and be engaged to him."
His sons in the photos looked about my age, and they bore a faint resemblance to each other.
Yet one of them looked cold and distant, the other gentle and refined.
Behind me, the thugs who were brought by the debt collector were still watching us like hungry wolves. My father stood there, spineless and useless. I had no choice. So I signed my name with a trembling hand.
Yet I did not notice that the man studied my face and murmured under his breath so softly I could not hear, "She looks just like her..." 
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