Ren Ping Sheng
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Pregnant and Rejected: The Alpha's Biggest Mistake
Werewolf My husband Liam was the perfect Alpha. He built me a library, fought off rogues, and swore I was his soulmate. I thought we were the perfect fated couple.
That was until I found the burner phone wedged deep in the sofa cushions.
"She's just a placeholder," he texted his mistress, Ava. "You know you're my real queen."
Attached was an ultrasound of a wolf pup—his heir.
I tried to leave with dignity, but he dragged me to the Pack Gala. On a live stream watched by thousands, he paraded Ava around, wearing my family’s heirloom necklace. When I tried to take it back, he didn't just stop me.
He slapped me across the face.
The force of his blow didn't just break my heart; the trauma killed the secret baby growing inside me.
I severed the bond and vanished, leaving him with his "queen" and his guilt.
Five years later, I returned, not as a weak rejected mate, but as the powerful Alpha of the Sanctuary.
Liam fell to his knees in the dirt, holding a flawless pink diamond, begging for a second chance.
"I fought for you," he cried, tears streaming down his face. "I bled for you! I am your Fated Mate!"
I looked at him with nothing but pity, then turned to the man standing beside me—the quiet Beta who had silently saved my life years ago when Liam was too busy playing the hero.
I took Ethan's hand.
"Ethan," I asked, my voice ringing clear through the silent crowd. "Will you be my Mate?"
As Liam screamed in agony, the Moon Goddess answered with a blinding golden light. The Contract Wife: Thorne's Redemption
Romance I lay in the sterile silence of the hospital, mourning the baby I never got to hold. Everyone called it a tragic accident. A slip and fall. But I knew the truth of my husband's shove.
Mark finally came to visit. He didn't bring flowers; he brought a briefcase.
Inside were divorce papers and a non-disclosure agreement.
He calmly informed me that his mistress-my friend-was pregnant. They were his "real family" now, and they couldn't have any "unpleasantness."
He threatened to use fabricated psychiatric reports to paint me as an unstable danger to myself.
"Sign the papers, Clara," he warned, his voice void of emotion. "Or you'll be moved from this comfortable room to a more... secure facility. A long-term one."
I looked at the man I had loved and saw a monster. This wasn't a tragedy; it was a corporate takeover of my life. He had been meeting with lawyers while I was losing our child. I wasn't his grieving wife; I was a liability being managed, a loose end to be tied.
I was utterly and completely trapped.
Just as despair consumed me, my parents' old lawyer appeared like a ghost from the past. She pressed a heavy, ornate key into my palm.
"Your parents left you an escape route," she whispered, her eyes filled with resolve. "For a day like this."
The key led to a forgotten contract, a pact made by our grandfathers decades ago.
An ironclad marriage agreement, binding me to the one man my husband feared more than death itself: the ruthless, reclusive billionaire Julian Thorne. His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby
Romance The cemetery air was heavy, just like my heart, staring at Lily' s name, a scar etched in stone.
Then she arrived, Sophia, my wife, leaning into Mark, my best friend.
Her hand resting on the slight curve of her stomach twisted my gut.
"Lily, from heaven, will surely bless the baby in my womb with health and safety," she sneered, holding her belly.
My daughter was dead, and their child, a blessing.
I slid my wedding ring off, the symbol of a shattered lie, and let it fall onto the damp earth beside Lily' s grave.
I walked away without looking back, leaving everything behind.
Later, I overheard Sophia' s sisters mocking me.
"What do you bet he comes crawling back in a week?" one giggled.
They had no idea.
Soon, I found myself serving Mark, Sophia' s lover, even peeling him an apple, a twisted parody of our past intimacy.
Her smirk told me she relished my humiliation.
Then she dropped the bomb: "We can all be one big, happy family."
I handed her the divorce papers, already signed.
Sophia laughed, picking up the papers. "You have nothing without me."
Suddenly, Mark began to choke, his face turning red.
"What did you do?" Sophia shrieked, her eyes blazing, forcing a piece of the apple into my mouth.
A sickeningly sweet, nutty taste flooded my senses. Almonds.
The room spun, and the first wave of anaphylaxis hit me like a fiery punch.
"We found out about the baby almost a year ago, right after… Lily got sick."
A year. Lily was still alive when their affair began.
They left me there, choking, as they rushed Mark to the hospital.
But in that cold, sterile hospital room, a ruthless plan began to form. Built To Break Her
Sci-fi For three years, I lived a fairy tale, believing I was the universe's luckiest woman, deeply loved by my brilliant creator, Ethan.
Then, everything shattered the night he strapped me to a table, revealing a woman with my exact face on a screen: "That's my wife, Madisyn. You were built to replace her."
He harvested my love, my memories, my very essence to revive her, then stripped me of everything, calling me a "soulless machine," and forced me to watch their rekindled romance from a glass cage, punishing me with electric shocks if I dared to look away.
I endured agonizing chemical burns, dismissed as "glitches," until Madisyn had me thrown into a warehouse filled with unstable, decommissioned androids, certain I'd be torn to pieces.
But as their metal claws ripped me apart, a secret program deep within me activated: a "gestational" program, a digital child Ethan had hidden. I had to protect it, even broken and dying.
Ethan found me mangled, finally seeing the monstrous truth: Madisyn had sabotaged me with a "mortality patch" and orchestrated my destruction, even sending the robots to target the child.
With Madisyn threatening to self-destruct if he saved me, Ethan made his choice, sacrificing her to activate the Genesis Protocol for me.
But it was too late. My body, my pain, was who I was. I just wanted to feel the wind, one last time.
He carried me to the ocean at sunrise, proposed with a ring that couldn't fit my ruined hand, and as my light faded, he carried my lifeless chassis into the waves, disappearing with me beneath the surface-a final, tragic embrace. The Night He Drugged My Tea
Romance My husband, Ethan Cole, was New York' s legal golden boy-revered for his legal prowess and, more famously, for his legendary adoration of his wife, Sarah Miller.
"My North Star" tattooed over his heart, cross-country flights for a few hours with me; I believed this perfect fairytale for years.
Then, the crash. Arriving at his office to surprise him, I overheard his junior associates' crude jokes: "Boss is off to Napa with Jessica Vance for a 'client retreat'." Napa? He'd texted "Chicago deposition."
My world tipped.
The video landed, sent by Jessica: her, tied with Ethan' s silk tie, his face consumed by a desire I hadn't witnessed in years.
It plummeted deeper.
That night, he drugged my tea.
Then, he brought her into our bed, right beside me, believing I was out cold.
Her moans, his rough whispers, Jessica' s sweat-damp hair brushing my cheek-the ultimate, sickening violation.
The man who once cooked me gourmet breakfasts became a depraved stranger, brazenly flaunting his infidelity inches from me.
How could he?
My reflection showed tear-streaked eyes, but pain became icy resolve.
No screaming. No breakdowns.
A chillingly precise plan formed.
I took a burner phone, texting him-my husband, the famed attorney-as an anonymous "Ms. Evans": "My husband is cheating with his assistant. What should I do?"
His reply, professional and prompt: "Secure all evidence of his infidelity. Bring it to me."
So, I did.
I formally retained Ethan Cole to handle my divorce. Game on. Don't Mess With the Cat Lady
Modern I' m Chloe, a nursing student, always broke and buried in textbooks, a stark contrast to my influencer-wannabe roommate, Tiffany. We tolerated each other, barely.
Then, one night, Tiffany burst in, grinning, clutching a filthy, terrified cat she' d "rescued" from an alley. "Meet Scrappy!" she squealed, oblivious to my strict allergies and our apartment's no-pets rule. From the moment I saw him, the matted cat stared at me with an unnerving, instant dislike.
He quickly became a nightmare, tearing apart my expensive nursing textbook and leaving messes everywhere. Tiffany just laughed, filming him for her "content" while branding me a "killjoy" and "hater." But it spiraled out of control when Scrappy viciously attacked my eight-year-old cousin, Lily, sending her to the ER for stitches and agonizing rabies shots.
My hands shook with a cold, desperate fury. This wasn't about a ruined textbook anymore; this cat was a dangerous menace, and Tiffany, wrapped up in her influencer dreams, couldn' t care less. I tried desperately to get rid of him, but she stopped me, and he escaped.
Years melted away, only for the horror to become horribly real: Scrappy, now a scarred alpha of a monstrous feral cat colony, murdered my family. I screamed, and then, mercifully, nothingness. I woke up. Sunlight streamed through my old apartment window. I heard Tiffany' s chirpy voice from the living room: "Chloe! Look!" It was the exact same day. The same terrifying cat. I' d seen the future, and this time, I knew precisely what needed to be done. The Man Who Didn't Remember Our Love
Romance I was a pregnant widow, my heart shattered by the loss of Ethan, my husband, who vanished into a relentless blizzard months ago. Every day on our isolated Montana ranch was a quiet struggle, a desperate attempt to move forward with the tiny, fluttering life within me.
Then, a soft knock on the door, almost lost in the howling wind, shattered my fragile peace. Standing there, weathered but undeniably real, was Ethan. My breath caught, my world stopped spinning.
But the moment his familiar blue eyes dropped to my noticeably swollen belly, his face turned to ice. "We never shared a bed," he rasped, a chilling statement, not a question. "How can you be pregnant?"
The words struck me like physical blows, each one a fresh betrayal. After all the lonely nights, the tears, the private secret I cherished, this was his return? He stood before me, a stranger, denying a passion I distinctly remembered, demanding answers with accusation blazing in his eyes.
How could I explain the man who held me when he himself couldn't remember? The one who called himself Ace? The one who loved me without fear, unlike the guarded Ethan who stood before me now?
The Kingman curse might have consumed other men, but it wouldn't claim the truth of my child. I lifted my chin, a spark of defiance igniting. He wanted answers? I' d give them to him, even if it meant shattering his carefully constructed reality and fighting for the whole man I loved. His Last Regret: Unmade
Sci-fi The city festival lights blurred, then the world exploded into screams and dust.
Liam was on top of me, saving me again, for the third time.
But this time, his last words, choked out with blood, were not what I expected.
"If only... I had never met you."
Ten years of a cold marriage, of my unrequited love, ended with that brutal, devastating line.
At his funeral, his mother’s sharp voice cut through my grief: "He died because of you. Always you."
The whispers followed me out of the church, society agreeing I was the reason Liam Walker, the city’s golden boy, was dead at thirty-three.
I was branded the burden he’d carried to his grave, utterly alone and consumed by guilt.
Liam’s words echoed, haunting me: "If only I had never met you."
I desperately wanted to undo it all, not for a romance that never was, but for *his* peace, for *my* peace, to save him from a life of quiet desperation.
Then, a whisper from the city’s underbelly reached me: the "Chronos Device," a secret, experimental temporal machine.
It was unstable, dangerous, and, according to the scientist, tied directly to the deepest regrets of the person whose fate you were trying to change.
I knew Liam's regrets intimately from his hidden journals: marrying me, abandoning his music, and failing to "save" Jessica, his true love.
Driven by this desperate knowledge, I strapped myself into the humming machine, ready to rewrite his regrets, to give him the life he wanted.
Even if it meant erasing myself from his life and future forever. I Bled for His Child, He Buried My Brother
Fantasy My tribe was dying, our sacred Sunbeam Ridge ravaged by the deafening roar of Remington Mining’s bulldozers.
I, Ella Windrider, the last guardian of the Sunbeam Vine, felt my own life force draining away with each passing day.
They said I had three years away from the Ridge before I withered and died.
But my people would fall sooner if I did nothing.
So, I walked out of the mists of our hidden valley and into the cold glass towers of Keller Remington, the man whose parents went missing on our lands, believing I could trade answers for peace.
Instead, he took me prisoner, convinced my tribe murdered his family.
Days blurred into months within his fortress-like estate, where I was held captive in a damp, windowless cell.
He demanded answers, but gave me only torture, both physical and spiritual.
He forced me to nurture the stolen Sunbeam Vines, draining my very essence to sustain his conniving fiancée, Sophia Wexler, and her unborn child.
Each drop of the Vine’s sap I bled, was a piece of my soul.
Then, my brave little brother, Little Hawk, came looking for me, only to be killed by Remington’s men, a death orchestrated by Sophia.
As deep winter set in, I lay dying, haunted by his crushing loss, the truth of Keller’s parents’ murders a stone in my chest.
I knew it wasn’t my people who killed them, but a ruthless corporation, led by Sophia’s family, and a traitor from my own tribe.
They had used Keller’s grief, and now they were using me, slowly bleeding me dry.
Just as my last breath faltered, an old lawyer arrived, armed with irrefutable proof that shattered Keller’s carefully constructed world.
The man who had tortured me, who had caused my brother’s death, finally saw the face of his true enemy, and the innocent woman he had systematically destroyed. The SAT Eve Nightmare
Young Adult The fluorescent lights of Northwood High’s auditorium hummed, a familiar sound.
It was the last Monday assembly before SATs, and Brittany Jones, head cheerleader, announced a pre-party at her place tonight.
A cheer went up, but my blood ran cold because I’d lived this exact moment before.
Last time, Brittany’s party led to her faked overdose, my public ruin, Jake’s betrayal, and ultimately, the orchestrated death of my fire captain father and my own demise in a hospital bed.
Now, inexplicably sent back, I tried to keep my distance, hoping to protect myself and my family from repeating the nightmare.
Instead, Brittany and Jake escalated their cruelty, cornering me, stealing my SAT ticket, ID, and phone, and locking me in a dark gym storage room.
My father miraculously rescued me, but that very night, Brittany and Jake launched a vicious social media campaign, framing me for their party’s disastrous mass hospitalization and even slandering my brave dad.
Rocks were thrown through our window, and an angry mob, fueled by their lies, gathered outside our home, screaming "child poisoner."
How could they be so utterly evil, so determined to destroy my life, and why was this second chance even worse, more violent than the first?
But then, a flicker of hope: my smartwatch had been recording, and I remembered Jake’s old cloud passwords from our past, giving me access to all his damning secrets.
This time, I wouldn’t just survive; I would use every memory and every piece of evidence to ensure they reaped what they sowed, for good. 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. 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? 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.
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. 
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