Rafael
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The Alpha King's Hidden Wolfless Mate
Werewolf After fifteen years in the human world, I finally returned to my biological werewolf pack.
My father and stepmother thought I was just a pathetic, wolfless orphan returning in cheap clothes to beg for their charity.
The moment I arrived, they banished me to a damp, moldy servant's room. My half-sisters openly mocked my appearance and eagerly plotted to publicly humiliate my inability to shift at the upcoming full moon hunt. My stepmother, Georgiana, even held my hand with fake tears, probing to see if I remembered how she had abandoned me in the freezing rain fifteen years ago. They treated me like absolute dirt, entirely confident that they could easily crush me and control me for their own amusement.
Did they really think I was still that helpless little girl? Did they honestly believe I survived fifteen years of exile just to come back and be their victim all over again?
At the family dinner, my sister tried to shame me in front of everyone.
"I don't suppose you've ever heard of Chanel, have you, sister?"
I didn't shed a single tear or show a hint of anger.
I calmly pulled out a priceless antique compass gifted by my adoptive family, the billionaire Beaumonts.
Then, I placed my Cambridge degree and my elite analyst contract with the supernatural world's most feared intelligence agency, Aegis, right on the dining table.
Watching my abusive family's faces twist from arrogant mockery to utter, trembling terror, I smiled.
My revenge had officially begun. Broken Oath: The Surgeon's Spectacular Comeback
Mafia I am the best trauma surgeon in the New York mafia. For five years, I used my underground surgical earnings to fund my fiancé Dante's rise to Capo.
But after a grueling six-hour surgery saving his soldier, I walked out into the pouring rain to find his new ward, Sofia, sitting in my front passenger seat.
In our world, the front seat of a Capo's car is a throne that belongs exclusively to his future wife.
Yet Sofia was sitting there, wearing his tailored coat and drinking from the custom silver flask I bought him.
When I confronted them, Dante didn't apologize. Instead, he publicly humiliated me.
"Just get in the back, Serena. She is a traumatized kid having a panic attack."
He demanded I bend the knee to an associate, completely disregarding my authority and our sacred blood oath.
Sofia looked at me with wide, artfully innocent eyes, but hid a victorious smile behind my flask.
I had laundered half a million dollars to build his marital fortress. I had bought his loyalty with my own blood and scalpel.
Why was he treating my five years of absolute devotion like garbage over a manipulative girl's fake tears?
I didn't argue, and I didn't beg for his love.
I simply took off the massive diamond betrothal ring, dropped it into a biohazard bin full of clotted blood, and walked away.
If he wanted to give away my seat, I would take back my money, destroy his standing, and let the ultimate Boss of Bosses court me instead. From Drowning To A New Life
Romance On my fifth wedding anniversary, I wasn't arranging flowers; I was staging my own death.
My husband, Graham, treated me like a prized accessory, but the antique watch on his nightstand revealed the brutal truth.
It was engraved "Forever, Elia"-proof that his heart belonged to his business partner, not me.
So I vanished into the ocean, letting the world believe I had drowned.
For two years, I lived as "Anna," finding peace in a small coastal town and rediscovering my art.
But the past has a way of clawing its way back.
Elia tracked me down, storming into my pottery studio with a weapon, screaming that my "death" had ruined Graham.
She lunged, and I took the blow to protect a child.
That' s when the door burst open.
Graham stood there, frozen, staring at his "late" wife bleeding on the floor.
He fell to his knees, sobbing, begging to destroy his empire just to have me back.
I looked at the man I once worshipped and felt nothing but cold indifference.
"I loved the man you pretended to be," I told him.
"But that man never existed." The Jilted Bride's Billionaire Vengeance
Modern I was engaged to Bradly Warner, a union meant to merge our family empires. In my past life, I poured my soul into his failing company, making him a titan of industry while he treated me with cold indifference.
But a near-fatal accident gave me a second chance, flooding my mind with memories of his ultimate betrayal.
I remembered how he and my cousin, Janell, flaunted their affair, publicly shaming me while I was trapped in a loveless marriage. They stole my work, took my fortune, and left me to die alone, a fool who had given everything for nothing.
He never loved me. I was just a convenient tool, an obsession he could control and discard.
So when I woke from my coma, back at the start of it all, I made a new vow. At the gala where he planned to humiliate me, I looked him in the eye and announced I was marrying someone else. His powerful, reclusive uncle, Garrison. Heiress Betrayed: My Sweet Revenge Wedding
Modern For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big.
On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe."
Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero."
Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends.
"She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy."
Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder.
I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number.
"Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married." Shattered Crystal, Broken Love
Modern The crystal shattered, a scream tearing through the quiet afternoon.
It was followed by a tiny, terrified gasp from my four-year-old daughter, Lily.
I found her frozen in the doorway of Ethan' s study, surrounded by the glittering shards of his limited-edition crystal set.
When Ethan appeared, a cold presence blocking the light, he didn' t look at Lily or me, only the broken crystals.
"This was a gift," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "From Chloe."
Chloe Davis, his spiritual mentor, the ghost in our marriage.
"Ethan, it was an accident," I pleaded, shielding Lily.
But he ignored me, pulling Lily from my grasp. "Discipline is not a punishment. It is a teaching."
He dragged her toward the soundproof meditation room, her panicked sobs echoing: "No, Daddy! Not the quiet room! It' s dark!"
"Ethan, no! She' s terrified of enclosed spaces!" I cried, but he pushed her inside.
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing off her screams.
When he finally let me out an hour later, Lily was gone.
No pulse. No breath. Nothing.
Hours later, the TV in the living room showed Ethan on a stage, smiling, declaring his devotion to Chloe.
My heart shattered, replaced by a cold, hard thought.
I called my lawyer. "It' s Sarah Miller. Please draft a divorce agreement for me."
The doorbell rang. It was Ethan' s mother, Mrs. Hayes, offering me a staggering check for his "carelessness."
"He wasn' t careless," I said, pushing it back. "He was cruel. Your son killed my daughter."
I expected shock. I didn' t expect Chloe Davis to walk through my front door, looking like a distressed angel, instantly comforted by Ethan.
As she hugged him, she looked at me with a flash of pure, triumphant victory.
This wasn't an accident. This was an execution, and she orchestrated it.
The cold emptiness inside me ignited into a white-hot rage. Amnesia's Gift: A New Beginning
Romance The antiseptic smell was sharp, the ceiling a stark white as I blinked myself awake, the rhythmic beeping of a machine my only company.
A dull ache pinned me to the mattress, and I stared at the IV in my arm, a blank slate where memories should have been.
Then, the door swung open, and three figures walked in: my impeccably dressed adoptive parents and my effortlessly confident adoptive brother, Liam.
"Oh, for God's sake, Ethan. Are you done with this charade? Another one of your pathetic stunts to get attention," my adoptive mother, Mrs. Reed, sighed, her face a mask of weary frustration.
My adoptive father, Mr. Reed, didn't even look at me, his gaze fixed on Liam.
Liam stepped forward, a perfect blend of concern and superiority.
"I'm just worried about Ethan. He seems... confused."
Confusion turned to panic as their words landed like stones, painting a picture of a disappointing, burdensome person I didn't recognize.
"Who... who are you?" I rasped, my voice foreign even to myself.
Mrs. Reed scoffed.
"Now he's pretending to have amnesia. How original."
Then, Olivia, my wife, entered, her presence commanding, her eyes cold.
"Is he done making a fool of himself? And me?" she cut through the air, her voice frigid.
"The press is already sniffing around. 'Tech CEO Olivia Reed's husband in another suicide attempt.' Is this the life you want for me, Ethan?"
Humiliation washed over me as whispers from the hallway confirmed my role: the artist who married Olivia Reed, pitied for his pathetic attempts, rumored to be in a loveless marriage with a woman who loved his brother.
They left eventually, leaving me with the silence, the beeping, and a profound realization.
This emptiness wasn't a void; it was a blank slate.
The amnesia wasn't a curse; it was a mercy.
It was a chance to escape a life I couldn't remember, a life that sounded like a prison.
I fumbled for the phone, my finger landing on "Lawyer."
"Ethan Miller," I said, my voice stronger now, filled with a newfound resolve.
"We need to proceed." His White Moonlight, Her Broken Heart
Billionaires "Welcome home, sister," Olivia purred, her voice dripping fake sympathy, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
My stepsister. Standing at the top of the stairs in a soft white dress, looking every bit the innocent angel.
Just hours before, I' d been the picture-perfect partner to tech mogul Liam, or so the world believed. We were the ultimate power couple, but our life was a beautifully constructed lie. I was his accessory, the woman he paraded while his true affections revolved around Olivia, his childhood friend, his "white moonlight." That night, I found a silver locket, a shrine to her, inscribed: My O. My life. It shattered the last illusion.
Then, my father, seeing my broken spirit and ruined relationship, unveiled his plan: a marriage contract to the ailing Nathan for a critical business merger. A desperate escape, or so I thought.
"You knew," I whispered, rage trembling in my voice, looking at my stepmother and Olivia. "You both knew all along."
They were in on it. Olivia, my mousy, perpetually "ill" stepsister, was the architect of my humiliation, systematically undermining me, pulling her medical scares to sabotage my moments with Liam.
But Liam' s betrayal wasn' t just about Olivia. He cut off my credit cards, left me penniless, and then, after dramatically "saving" me from my father' s goons, he threw me in a holding cell at the auction house where Olivia, with his blessing, stole my mother' s last heirloom. He had used me, not as a replacement, but as a pawn in a sick game to manipulate Olivia into confessing her feelings for him.
The shock was a physical blow. My mother' s assistant confirmed it: Liam had engineered our entire relationship. I wasn't just second best; I was a calculated strategem.
Empty, hollow, and utterly adrift, I walked back into the sterile silence of our penthouse. A cleansing fire. I burned it all down. Every lie. Every memory.
"I don't know you," I told him, as the elevator doors closed.
The next day, I accepted Nathan Lawford's marriage proposal. Too Late For Your Love
Romance I was a time traveler, driven by love to 1972, spending five years as a shadow to folk singer Nathaniel Hughes, crafting his career and believing I was finally winning his heart.
But that dream shattered the night before our wedding when, in a moment of chaos, Nathaniel brutally shoved me aside to protect his childhood flame, Jennifer Clarkson.
He didn't even see the wound, a deep gash on my shoulder, as he rushed to her, his true devotion laid bare. His casual gesture threw me to the ground, but his words, "Jennifer's safety is more important," cut deeper.
How could I have been so blind, so foolish, to think I could outrun destiny and break a bond so profound? My love, my efforts, even my future knowledge, were just tools for him, eventually cast aside for the woman he truly adored.
Then, caught in an anomaly during my forced return, I plummeted from the sky, my memories shattered, landing at the feet of "The Hatchet," Andrew Scott – an unexpected savior who would forge a new empire and choose me first. The Husband's Secret Game
Fantasy My husband, Julian, a brilliant but reserved academic, and I, Eleanor, an artist obsessed with miniature dioramas, had built a quiet, seemingly perfect life together.
Until she arrived.
Isabelle Thorne, a character from an old gothic romance Julian was researching, took my body.
One moment, I was sketching a new miniature, the next, I was a horrified ghost, watching her claim my life.
She moved into my home, used my voice, wore my face, but her eyes held a cruel triumph.
She was an actress, and my life was her stage.
Helpless, I watched my husband fall deeper into her web.
Her ultimate goal? To bear Julian a child, anchoring herself permanently to our world through a twisted ritual.
The profound injustice, the sheer impossibility of it, chilled me more than the coldness of my ghostly form.
Would Julian ever see through her perfect facade?
Could anyone fight something that wasn't supposed to exist?
But Julian, my quiet, bookish Julian, began to notice.
The small slips, the missing affection.
As suspicion hardened into a terrifying certainty, he uncovered her monstrous plan.
Now, armed with forbidden knowledge and a desperate, dark resolve, Julian must play a dangerous game – to reclaim his life, avenge his love, and send this horrifying visitor back to the pages from which she spawned. A Scorned Heir's Reckoning
Billionaires Ethan Vanderbilt, a wealthy heir, was deeply infatuated with genius coder Izzy Monroe, seeing past her aloofness to a promising future.
He believed her fierce loyalty to her "brother" Leo was a sign of her good heart.
His perfect world shattered at a Hamptons gala when he overheard Izzy openly mocking him with her "Vanguard" friends.
Their true plan: to use him as a "meal ticket" for Leo, who wasn't just her brother, but her lover.
Izzy' s betrayals escalated from a deliberate boat sabotage and his public humiliation at an auction, where she used his frozen funds to buy Leo an NFT.
The ultimate insult came at his 25th birthday, when she unleashed deepfake videos to completely destroy his public image.
How could the woman he adored, the one he trusted implicitly, be capable of such calculated malice and cold-hearted deceit?
The pain of her betrayal was an open wound, fueling a relentless quest for understanding and justice.
Fueled by ice-cold rage, Ethan decided his time as a pawn was over.
With his unexpected ally, Sophia, he meticulously planned a ruthless counterattack to unveil every dark secret and ensure his tormentors faced their just, public downfall. The Woman He Couldn't Break
Modern My hands trembled, clutching the small music box that held my son Leo' s ashes, as Dean Thompson slid the divorce papers across the desk.
My husband, Mark, refused to acknowledge our boy was gone, completely convinced by my conniving sister, Laura' s, twisted tales that Leo was simply "visiting my parents."
He called me hysterical, pathetic, accusing me of inventing Leo' s death just to manipulate him, all while lavishing attention on Laura' s son, Ethan, and ignoring our child' s memory.
When I desperately needed Mark' s signature to legally transport Leo' s ashes for burial, he saw it as leverage, demanding I consent to his adoption of Ethan as a "trade."
How could he be so willfully blind, so utterly cruel, to deny our beloved child's passing and weaponize my profound grief for Laura' s selfish gain?
My heart shattered daily, not just from the immense loss, but from his relentless, unbearable dismissal of Leo and me.
Then, disaster struck: a raging fire engulfed an apartment, and in the terrifying chaos, Mark chose them again – Laura and Ethan – abandoning me to the smoke and flames, with only Leo' s music box clutched to my chest.
But amidst the inferno, I didn't die; I emerged from the ashes, a new woman, shedding the name Sarah Miller for a stronger identity: Sarah Astor.
Now, as an influential journalist, I stand ready to confront the man who broke me, to claim my peace, and ensure Leo' s memory finally finds justice. The Baby Is Gone: No 'Us'
Billionaires Sarah Miller, a brilliant software engineer, poured her genius and every last penny into rebuilding her disgraced tech mogul boyfriend, Ethan Knight.
She sacrificed everything, even her own health enduring a miscarriage, to help him rise from the ashes and build a billion-dollar empire.
But success revealed Ethan's true monstrous nature.
He brought his heavily pregnant ex-girlfriend, Jessica, home, ordering Sarah to serve her.
With his venomous mother, Eleanor, they turned Sarah' s life into a nightmare of relentless humiliation.
The ultimate public degradation came at a charity gala when Ethan, in front of their wealthy peers, ordered Sarah to kneel and polish Jessica' s shoes with a cocktail napkin.
Days later, Sarah discovered she was pregnant with Ethan's child, a secret flicker of hope.
But his cruelty knew no bounds; after physically assaulting her, he locked her in a freezing garage on a bitter winter' s night.
When she desperately revealed her pregnancy, he sneered, dismissing it as "manipulation."
Abandoned and freezing, a chilling clarity settled over Sarah.
The man she loved was gone, replaced by a monster more concerned with another woman's "important" pregnancy.
In that dark, cold garage, she made the most agonizing, yet utterly resolute, decision of her life.
When Jessica's lies finally unraveled, and a desperate Ethan, clutching Sarah's positive pregnancy test, begged for reconciliation, Sarah calmly shattered his world.
"The baby is gone, Ethan," she whispered, "I had an abortion this morning. There is no 'us'."
With that, she walked away, leaving him utterly ruined, her own path to healing finally begun. Sister-In-Law's Jealousy
Fantasy My life was woven from Montana's wind and the whisper of ancient spirits, far from Washington D.C.'s noise.
As a tribal healer, I lived connected to the land, but when my brother, Senator Julian Vance, called, his voice tight with desperation, I knew I had to go.
His wife, Vicky, was dying, and modern medicine had failed her; I came to save her, to offer healing beyond what doctors understood.
Instead, I stepped into a nightmare.
The moment I arrived, Vicky lunged at me, eyes blazing with a jealousy I couldn't comprehend.
She accused me of being a "homewrecker," her rage unchecked as her entourage joined in.
They desecrated my sacred tools, the very conduits of my power, stomping them to splinters.
My young apprentice, Lena, barely out of her teens, was mercilessly murdered protecting me.
Then, in a final, horrifying act of malice, Vicky herself plunged a letter opener into my eyes, stealing my sight; I lay there, blind and broken, my world plunged into utter darkness.
Why this monstrous, unprovoked assault?
What deep-seated rot drove a woman to such extreme, unhinged violence against the very person trying to save her?
How could such hatred be born from a false accusation?
The pain of Lena's death and my stolen sight gnawed at my soul, demanding answers.
Just as all hope seemed lost, Julian burst in, witnessing the horrific truth.
His icy fury, a Senator's power unleashed, promised swift and absolute ruin for Vicky, but as I recovered, profound inner truths began to reveal themselves, forcing me to redefine justice, healing, and my own broken spirit. The Angel Who Saved Him Twice
Mafia My name is Marcus Costello, heir to a New York crime family, and today I was meant to choose my future wife from a lineup of my elite bodyguards, the "Guardian Angels."
My mother, the Donna, sat across from me with their photos, but my mind was miles away, trapped in a dim, dusty warehouse by the docks.
I remembered the smell of stale water and fear, and the agonizing pain of my own blood.
In my first life, I chose Seraphina "Sera" Rossi, my beautiful childhood crush, Angel One.
When rivals kidnapped me, I called her, my wife, my top guard, but she dismissed me, too "busy" seeing Leo Maxwell, the man she truly loved.
She left me to be tortured for hours before a bullet ended it.
The last thing I remembered was a desperate cry: Winter "Winn" Hayes, Angel Ten, found me, fought like a demon, and died trying to shield my already broken body.
Her loyalty was a stark contrast to Sera's unforgivable treachery.
Now, I was blinking back to reality, realizing I was sent back in time, back before the betrayal, to the moment of choice.
A wave of nausea hit me as I saw Sera's arrogant smile on the top photo.
I pushed her photo aside, then another, and another, until my hand stopped on the last one, Winter Hayes, Winn.
"This one," I said, my voice steady, laying her photo on the table.
My mother was surprised, but this time, I wouldn't be a fool.
I had a second chance, and this time, I would live. Played for Fools: Our Unstoppable Wedding
Romance For seven years, I, the lead singer of "Static Bloom," harbored a secret love for our infuriatingly talented guitarist, Jack.
Thanksgiving night was supposed to be our night, with his brother Noah also nursing a long-standing crush on my ex-best friend, Olivia.
But neither Jack nor Olivia showed up where they were supposed to be.
My phone buzzed with an Instagram notification, then a shared post appeared: Jack and Olivia, arms around each other, announcing, "Finally making it official. Happy Thanksgiving! ❤️"
The photo, five years old, shattered my world, confirming years of their secret relationship and calculated deception.
Jack, who’d recycled love songs for me, and Olivia, who’d used Noah as her dutiful admirer, saw us as naive pawns in their cruel game.
Olivia later messaged, gloating and asking if I was "happy" for them, while Jack dismissed my seven years of devotion as "intense."
Noah and I met, numb with betrayal, realizing how deeply and deliberately we had been played, their arrogant triumph stinging more than the heartbreak.
The sheer audacity of their lies, the way they’d used our unwavering affection as a smokescreen for half a decade, burned with an unbearable injustice.
How could they have been so cold, so manipulative, while we poured our hearts out?
They truly believed they had won, that they were clever escaping the messy entanglements of their own making.
Then, amidst the ashes of our shared misery, Noah looked at me, a wild glint in his eye, and dropped the bomb: "Let's get married, Emily."
It was reckless, insane, gloriously petty, and the perfect chaotic revenge.
To give them a surprise they wouldn't expect, we decided to tie the knot, turning betrayal into our most unexpected love story. You might like
His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. 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. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Ghostly Mode Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall.
Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster.
Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth. Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. Unwanted By The Alpha: His Hidden Genius Mate
Jing Jing Today was my thirtieth birthday. I left work early, secretly hoping my husband, Braxton, would finally remember and celebrate with me.
But when I unlocked the door, the house was dark and silent.
Through the terrace window, I saw him and our five-year-old daughter, Bonnie, sitting happily on a picnic blanket. Sitting across from them was Danika, holding the exact chocolate lavender cake I had wanted.
"Make a wish, Auntie Danika! Daddy said all your wishes will come true!" Bonnie cheered.
Braxton looked at Danika with a profound tenderness he had never, not once, shown me.
My hands went numb, and my water glass slipped, shattering loudly on the marble floor.
The laughter outside stopped. Braxton stepped inside, frowned at the broken glass, and pulled out his phone.
"Mrs. Sullivan, there's a mess in the living room. Have it cleaned up tomorrow."
He didn't call my name. He didn't even consider that his wife might be home. He just walked back out to his perfect family.
Standing in the shadows, I realized I was just a ghost in my own house. My husband didn't love me, and my daughter wished another woman was her mother.
The last flicker of hope in my heart completely died.
I didn't scream or cry. I packed a single suitcase, signed a divorce agreement waiving all assets and custody, and walked out to build my own tech empire.
They wanted a life without me. I was going to give it to them. Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha
Zhen Xiang "She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! What's the big deal if she wears a piece of your clothing?! When did you become such a vicious shrew?!"
My Alpha mate protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had hijacked my bridal suite and put on my clothes. But that bridal suite was painstakingly decorated by me, and that piece of clothing was the sexy lingerie he gifted me for our one-year anniversary!
When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me into the freezing psychiatric isolation ward. "Lock her up for five days! Let her starve in the dark until she crawls out begging for forgiveness!"
He didn't know that in my past life, I died in that exact cell.
I was forcefully injected with hallucinogens and chained to a bed. When a roaring fire engulfed the building, he kicked open the door, ignored my desperate screams, and scooped up his fake-crying mistress before rushing out.
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 and his mistress stood outside the door, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a flawless mental health evaluation and a signed "Mate Rejection Form" right into his hypocritical face!
"Keep the house, and keep the trash." I coldly watched him drop to his knees, gasping in agony as our soul bond violently severed, and then tossed three thousand dollars at his feet. "That's for the lingerie. Consider it charity."
He scoffed, certain that an abandoned she-wolf would eventually starve on the streets.
He had no idea that I already held the deadly secrets of his corrupt officials and used them to extort my first pot of gold.
Next, I will build my own business empire, monopolize the pack's supply chain, and buy the absolute loyalty of his entire army.
When his proud Alpha throne is completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite! The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." 
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