Shelby Helliwell
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Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha
Werewolf Today was supposed to be the day I bonded with Donn Carlisle, the heir of the Silver Moon Pack.
For a Wolfless girl like me, it was supposed to be salvation. A name. A place. A future no one could take away.
Then, minutes before the ceremony, I heard my stepsister giggle behind the altar.
I found Donn with Brianda pressed against the ancient oak table where our vows were meant to be sealed. Her dress was hiked to her waist. His hands were on her body. And when Brianda saw me, she smiled, placed a hand on her swollen belly, and let me understand exactly how long they had been betraying me.
Donn did not beg.
He did not even look ashamed.
He only adjusted his clothes and sneered, “You’re Wolfless. You can’t complete a true bonding anyway. This was only ever a formality.”
So I burned the ceremonial veil.
When the whole pack rushed in, I expected outrage. Instead, Donn’s mother blamed me for failing to keep my own man. Brianda sobbed that they were fated mates. My own family looked ready to drag me home and bury the scandal before it stained their precious golden daughter.
They thought I would cry.
They thought I would disappear.
They forgot that a cornered woman has nothing left to lose.
That night, I walked into the empty chambers of Ansel Carlisle, the legendary Alpha everyone believed dead. I took his silver-pommeled dagger, entered the family council, and cut open my palm before them all.
“I pledge myself to the true Alpha,” I said.
If they wanted to make me a discarded bride, I would make myself untouchable.
I bound myself to a dead man and became Ansel Carlisle’s widow.
Only Ansel was not dead.
He came back from the northern border broken, unconscious, and trapped in a soul coma no healer could cure. The family called it a miracle. I called it a disaster.
Because now I am not the widow of a fallen hero.
I am the Luna of a living Alpha.
And according to the healers, I may be the only one who can wake his wolf. Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen
Mafia For seven years, I was the dutiful wife of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, enduring his coldness and his family's constant disdain.
Until a text from his new protégé lit up my phone during a syndicate dinner.
She was moving her exotic pet into my dead child's locked nursery.
When I confronted him, Dante didn't care. He publicly shattered a crystal glass just because my fingers had brushed it, treating my touch like a contagion.
His mother mocked my inferior bloodline in front of the hardened Capos, threatening to destroy my mother's diner if I didn't submit to the protégé.
Even worse, I soon discovered the devastating truth.
This very protégé had tampered with my pregnancy medication three years ago, causing my agonizing miscarriage. And when faced with the undeniable evidence, Dante still chose to protect her over our dead heir.
He thought I was just a powerless, barren civilian who would swallow her grief and bow to his mafia empire forever.
He didn't know I was actually the Boss of the Haven Syndicate—the untouchable shadow board that controlled the lifelines of his entire operation.
I stared at the man who had reduced our child's memory to an inconvenience, and calmly pulled out my phone.
"Initiate the formal severing of my marriage," I ordered my men. "We are burning his whole operation to the ground." He Rejected Me, So I Married the Lycan King
Werewolf For ten years, I was the invisible backbone of the Silver Creek Pack.
I cooked the books to hide Alpha Ethan's gambling debts. I ghostwrote the peace treaties that kept our borders safe. I warmed his bed every night, waiting for the bite that would mark me as his Luna.
On the night of our tenth anniversary, I didn't get a ring.
I got replaced.
Ethan walked into the gala with Ashley, a wealthy heiress dripping in gold, clinging to his arm.
When I tried to speak to him, he didn't just ignore me. He used an Alpha Command—a biological weapon that hijacked my free will.
"Go to the kitchen," he ordered, forcing my knees to hit the floor in front of the entire pack. "Ashley is sensitive to the smell of stress. You're ruining her night."
He humiliated me in the house I helped build. He wore the crown I polished for him, thinking I was nothing more than a glorified housekeeper he could discard at will.
He forgot that while he held the title, I held the passwords.
I didn't go to the kitchen. I went to the office.
I initiated a permanent wipe of the cloud backups, reformatted the local servers, and deleted ten years of financial strategies.
Then, I snapped the mate bond and walked out into the rain.
Three days later, I walked back into the conference room.
Ethan laughed, thinking I was there to beg for my job back.
I threw a foreclosure contract onto the table.
"I'm not here to serve drinks, Ethan. I'm the new owner of your debt. Get out of my chair." Severed Bond: The White Wolf's Second Chance
Werewolf My husband stood over our son's cold, blue body, his eyes filled with pure hatred.
"You killed him," Eli growled, using his Alpha tone to force me into submission. "You were too busy with your research to watch our heir."
I broke. I accepted the punishment. I let them drag me to the water cells where the silver burned my skin.
I let his "cousin" Kasey pour my son’s ashes into a filthy sewer grate while Eli stood by and watched, stone-faced.
He stripped me of my title, my clothes, and threw me into the Rogue lands to rot.
But in the ruins of the old temple, the Moon Goddess showed me the truth.
I wasn't the only one distracted that day.
While our three-year-old screamed for his daddy from the water, Eli heard him. He heard him, but he didn't come.
Because he was in the boathouse, entangled in the sheets with Kasey. He ignored our son's dying cries to satisfy his lust.
The pain was too much. To survive the agony, I chose the Ritual of Oblivion. I paid the ultimate price: I erased my memories of them. All of them.
Years later, as the revered White Wolf Luna, I walked down the grand staircase of the Lycan palace.
A man I didn't recognize fell to his knees in front of the crowd, weeping, clutching at the hem of my silver dress.
"Harper, please! It’s me, Eli! Remember our baby!"
I tilted my head, looking at him with polite indifference.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"I have no mate named Eli." My Escape From His Poisonous Love
Modern For seven years, my husband, Dwight, was a saint for publicly forgiving me for letting his mother die.
Today, he let my father die. And I learned his forgiveness was just a seven-year-long lie.
He refused to send a medical helicopter, choosing instead to listen to his new, twenty-two-year-old lover, Charity, preach about the universe's plan.
At my father's funeral, she crashed the service in a wedding dress, drew a clown smile on my father's face with lipstick, and announced she was pregnant.
"You're a barren wasteland," she sneered. "A broken woman he can't stand the sight of."
That's when I understood. His forgiveness was never real. It was a slow-burning revenge for a crime his own mother had orchestrated against me-a crime that left me unable to ever have children.
He thought he had taken everything from me. He was wrong. He left me one thing: revenge. And I was about to burn his entire world to the ground. A Mother's Heart, A Cruel Lie
Romance I went to the bank to set up a surprise trust fund for my twins' sixth birthday. For six years, I’d been the loving wife of tech mogul Gavyn Dunlap, and I believed my life was a perfect dream.
But my application was rejected. The manager informed me that according to the official birth certificates, I wasn't their legal mother.
Their mother was Iliana Dudley—my husband’s first love.
I raced to his office, only to overhear the devastating truth from behind his door. My entire marriage was a sham. I was chosen because I resembled Iliana, hired as a surrogate to carry her biological children.
For six years, I had been nothing more than a free nanny and a "comfortable placeholder" until she decided to return.
That night, my children saw my heartbroken state and their faces twisted in disgust.
"You look awful," my daughter sneered, before giving me a shove.
I tumbled down the stairs, my head cracking against the post. As I lay there bleeding, they simply laughed.
My husband walked in with Iliana, glanced at me on the floor, and then promised to take the kids for ice cream with their "real mom."
"I wish Iliana was our real mom," my daughter said loudly as they left.
Lying alone in a pool of my own blood, I finally understood. The six years of love I had poured into this family meant nothing to them.
Fine. Their wish was granted. Her Shattered Heart, His Cruel Betrayal
Horror My husband's pregnant mistress disappeared, and he accused me of kidnapping her.
To force a confession, he dragged a writhing burlap sack into the living room, threatening to beat the "stray dog" inside if I didn't tell him where she was.
I screamed that our son, Jalen, was inside. He just laughed, calling me a liar as he raised an iron poker.
I watched, helpless, as he brought it down again and again, ignoring my pleas.
Through the blood-soaked fabric, I heard our son's last, faint whisper: "Daddy…"
As if that wasn't enough, he then had his men drag me to a back room to punish me for his mistress’s supposed miscarriage.
They left me broken on the floor, my son dead and my soul shattered. With nothing left to live for, I threw myself into the ocean.
But I was saved. And when I opened my eyes, I made a vow. I would return, and I would drag them both down to the hell they built for me. A Jilted Lover's Triumphant Return
Romance The new house smelled of fresh paint, a fresh start for Ava Miller, a successful tech entrepreneur, her loving husband Liam, and their two-year-old son, Leo.
Her peaceful suburban dream shattered when a car pulled up, and out stepped her aunt and cousin-faces she hadn't seen since she left her old life behind.
"Ava! We heard you moved into the neighborhood! What a surprise!" her aunt chirped, her voice dripping with forced sweetness.
Her cousin' s sly glance past Ava signaled trouble: "We ran into Ethan Hayes's mother... She was saying how much Ethan still misses you."
The name hung in the air, a poisonous cloud. Ethan Hayes, her college sweetheart, the man who publicly humiliated her by announcing his engagement to another woman at their supposed engagement party.
They twisted the knife, claiming Ethan still pined for her, ignoring her cold silence, daring to suggest reconciliation.
Then came the final insult, "His mother said he' s not happy with Chloe. He' s still waiting for you, Ava."
A strange calm settled over Ava. The heartbroken girl they knew was dead.
"I appreciate your concern," Ava said, a polite, chilling smile on her face. "But I think there's been a misunderstanding."
She pulled Liam forward, her husband of two years, and gestured to Leo, playing happily in the yard.
"This is my husband, Liam. And that's our son, Leo."
Their smiles shattered, replaced by stunned silence. The image they held of her-the pining, discarded lover-crumbled before the woman she had become.
After all this time, after all she had endured, did they truly believe she was still the same person, waiting for the man who broke her?
Her past, once a painful scar, became her shield. The calm in her voice held a dangerous promise: Her life with Liam was not a misunderstanding, but a meticulously built fortress against the ghosts she had outrun. Three Years, A Shattered Reality With The Heir
Romance Three years. Three years of marriage to Olivia Reed, the woman who redefined my world.
On our anniversary, I went to sign the final papers for our joint asset trust, a mere formality.
But the city clerk told me words that shattered my reality: "According to our records, you are not legally married to Olivia Reed."
My laughter died in my throat when she added, "There is a record of a marriage for Ms. Olivia Reed... to Alex Thorne. It was filed two years ago."
Alex Thorne. My protégé. The talented young architect I'd mentored, the man I trusted after our ceremony.
The wedding certificate, the grand gestures, the vows-all lies. Every single one.
I pieced it together: Olivia's sad eyes, her whispers of a "replacement" while I was overseas, her tears and apologies for being "paranoid" about Alex when I returned.
Now, I heard her cooing to him on the phone, "To him, I'm his devoted wife. To the world, you' re my husband. It' s a perfect arrangement. I have his love and your legal status. I have everything."
Everything. And I had nothing. I was a sham. A joke.
The love I felt, a towering structure, crumbled to dust. There was no rage. Just a cold, empty void.
Then, the sculpture crashed. Olivia chose him, shielding him, letting the heavy steel frame slam into me, crushing bones.
Lying broken in the hospital, I watched her dote on him while ignoring me. I realized she had intended to erase me.
This wasn't a mistake. This wasn't an accident. This was a brutal choice, a calculated punishment.
Ethan Miller, the trusting fool, was dead.
I decided then. I wasn' t confronting her. I was disappearing. And then, when she least expected it, I would take it all away. His Cruelest Game
Romance For three torturous years, I lived as a ghost in my own life.
Haunted by the car crash I believed killed my sister, Savannah, and crippled her boyfriend, Ethan, I dedicated myself to his care.
He was my tormentor, using my guilt as his chain.
Then, one stormy night, I walked into a honky-tonk bar and heard the laughter.
It was Ethan, boasting to his friends: "Three whole years she's bought it. Wiping my ass, feeding me like a baby, all because she thinks she crippled me."
My world didn't just crack; it shattered when I saw him stand and dance.
His paralysis was a lie.
My three years of devotion, his meticulous act of revenge.
He didn't stop there.
He moved me to a dusty tack room, forced me to watch him replace my sister, and then, in a sadistic climax, lured me to a hunting cabin.
There, he and his friends humiliated me, filming my terror.
Broken, I faked my own death, escaping to Oregon, shedding my identity to become Anna.
I found love and a future, finally breathing again.
But fate has a cruel sense of irony.
Ethan, now truly paralyzed by psychosomatic trauma triggered by my "death," was sent to a clinic in my new city.
Our eyes met across a busy street, and his desperate cry, "Sarah!" tore through my new life.
He tried to control me again, but I was no longer the girl he broke.
Standing tall with the man I loved, I unleashed three years of silenced truth.
"You killed Savannah," I declared, exposing his role in her desperation.
"And the hunting cabin? You filmed that for amusement!"
He stared, utterly defeated, as the truth of his monstrous acts finally consumed him.
This time, I didn't run.
I stood defiant, free, ready to marry the man who showed me what true love was.
My past was behind me, and my own future, filled with quiet happiness, had just begun. Poisoned Love, Buried Truth
Fantasy Eight months pregnant with twins, I lived a dream on the vast Montana ranch with my loving husband, Ethan.
That dream shattered when Pastor Davies and Ethan' s "friend" Brenda Hayes poisoned Ethan' s mind, twisting my pregnancy into a "bad omen" and my babies into "another man' s."
Believing them, Ethan turned monstrous. He forced a C-section, ripping our twins from me, burying them in unmarked graves. Weak and heartbroken, I endured public humiliation, snakebites, forced confessions, and his chilling contempt, until my last breath in a freezing cellar. He believed Brenda's every cruel, manipulative lie.
How could the man I loved, my twins' father, believe such monstrous fabrications? This brutal betrayal, driven by pure malice, burned with an unbearable injustice.
But my death was only release. My spirit watched as Ethan, finally shown Brenda' s horrific deceit, plummeted into unbearable regret. He unleashed brutal revenge on those who destroyed us. While his sanity fractured and his world dissolved, I, Sarah, found peace, reunited with my beloved twins in a new beginning, leaving his tormented soul to eternity's judgment. Eighteen Again: And He's Out
Modern The acrid smell of smoke choked Sarah Miller, her leg a searing agony as flames licked at her home.
Just moments ago, her husband, Rick, had shoved her down the stairs, breaking her leg, then watched calmly as the faulty wiring he ignored ignited their house.
Trapped and engulfed by the roaring fire, Sarah screamed his name, but no answer came.
He was gone, abandoning her for worthless papers, leaving her for dead in the inferno stoked by his own negligence and rage.
Twenty years of selfless support, of being his scapegoat and bankroll, all culminated in this cruel, final act.
The betrayal burned hotter than the flames.
How could the man she sacrificed everything for simply leave her to die, blaming her even in her last moments?
The injustice, the monumental waste of her life, consumed her.
Her bitter last thought: "I wish I' d never met Rick Peterson. I wish I could do it all over again, without him."
Then, darkness.
She awoke, not in a choking inferno, but in her childhood bedroom, sunlight streaming through familiar windows.
It was 1995.
She was eighteen again, at the cusp of meeting the man who would ruin her.
Her wish had come true.
This time, things would be different.
This time, Rick Peterson would feel the full force of a woman who finally chose herself. The Architect's Reckoning
Romance I was on top of the world.
Fresh off winning the National Design Award, my future as an architect in D.C. was limitless.
Seraphina, the dazzling daughter of a Senator, was on my arm.
That night, I planned to propose.
But then came Marcus, her war-hero cousin, and everything shattered.
In front of the city's elite, Sera chose him, declaring her new path, and publicly humiliated me with a stinging slap across my face.
The next day, Senator Vance "informally" rescinded our engagement and canceled my project.
My promising D.C. career was over, replaced by an exile to a grueling, isolated project in rural West Virginia.
Broken and alone, I fell desperately ill, clinging to life in a rundown cabin.
While fighting for survival, I received their wedding announcement-a seemingly cruel final blow, a double happiness symbol that felt like a twisted joke.
I couldn't comprehend how the woman who had promised me forever could discard me so utterly, so publicly, then send a joyous wedding invitation while I lay dying.
Was I truly so worthless that I deserved this utter destruction, this banishment where no one cared if I lived or died?
But fate had other plans.
A local herbalist, Clara, found me, nursed me back to health, and saved my life.
We built a quiet, real life together, found true happiness, and started a family.
Now, five years later, a husband and father, I' m back in D.C., and the ghost of my past, Seraphina, is demanding answers. The Girl Who Forgot Love
Romance I woke up disoriented, the harsh hospital lights blinding me.
My parents, faces pale and strained, sat by my bedside.
They said I' d had a breakdown, a public humiliation at the Spring Fling. My boyfriend, Ethan. He had betrayed me.
But as they spoke, a chilling truth settled over me: I remembered the facts, but the feelings were gone.
The doctors explained it as dissociative amnesia – specifically, all emotional connection to Ethan had vanished.
He visited, demanding I "remember us," utterly confused, even arrogant, when I offered only polite detachment. His parents tried too, bringing mementos of our past.
I felt nothing but a quiet void where love, or even anger, should have been. Everyone around me was frantic for the 'old Ava,' heartbroken and distraught.
But I wasn't.
There was just this calm, unsettling emptiness, like reading a sad story about a character I barely knew.
Why was everyone else more upset about my memory loss than I was? Was I broken? Who was I without the girl who'd loved him so fiercely, only to be shattered?
Feeling like a disconnected observer in my own life, a fraudulent smile plastered on my face, I knew I couldn't pretend anymore. I needed to find out who Ava Miller was, now.
Desperate for answers, I sought professional help. And that' s when destiny, or perhaps just a very small town, intervened.
My new psychologist was Liam Walker: my kind, long-lost childhood friend, whose presence felt strangely, comfortingly like home. You might like
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. 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. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. 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. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. Rejected Luna: Fated To A Cursed Alpha
IlianaH Elena spent her entire life carrying the weight of a name nobody cared to remember. As an orphaned Omega, she lived beneath the boots of her own pack, forced to endure mockery, orders, and endless humiliation while everyone around her treated her like she didn't belong among them.
Through every miserable year, she held on to one fragile belief. Once she turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess would finally lead her to her destined mate, and that bond would become her way out of the cruel life she had suffered through for so long.
Instead, fate tore her apart in the worst possible way.
The man tied to her soul turned out to be Alpha Caleb, the cold and merciless ruler of her pack. Unfortunately for Elena, his heart already belonged to Natalie, the vicious woman who strutted around the territory as though the Luna title already belonged to her.
Rather than accepting the sacred bond between them, Caleb cast Elena aside without hesitation. In front of the entire pack, he continued to shower Natalie with affection while treating Elena like a stain he wanted erased. Within a single moment, every dream Elena had treasured collapsed, leaving her trapped in a humiliation that followed her everywhere she went.
When it seemed like there was nothing left for her to lose, another Alpha entered her life.
Davis came from beyond the pack borders, carrying rumors dark enough to make even seasoned wolves uneasy. People whispered about the curse tied to his bloodline, and many feared the destruction that seemed to follow his family wherever they went. Yet beneath the mystery and danger surrounding him, Davis offered Elena something nobody else ever had.
While Caleb chose status, power, and appearances, Davis made her feel seen. For the first time in her life, Elena began to wonder if destiny had given her another path. Maybe he was the chance she needed to finally claim the love, freedom, and strength that had always been denied to her.
Will Elena continue chasing a mate who never wanted her? Or will she walk away from the pain of rejection and embrace the man who could help her rebuild the broken pieces of her life? 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. 
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