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Luna, the White Wolf, is reborn.
Werewolf I hid my identity as the Alpha King's daughter just to be Santino's perfectly submissive Luna.
I thought deep love would be enough. I was wrong.
Three years into our marriage, Santino brought a pregnant woman into our pack compound, and even gave my late mother's necklace to his mistress.
I tried to argue, to make him respect our marriage.
But he said, "Without my protection, you are nothing."
I played the harmless, weak Luna for so long that he actually thought I was a helpless Omega.
Santino wants a war? Then I will give him a war.
"Damian," my mind was made up as I awakened the Royal Guard, "destroy everything."
Santino could certainly start the fire. But when the war ends, only I can decide.
By the time he regrets it, it will be too late. The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love
Modern For eighteen years, I endured the Miller family's constant comparisons and casual neglect, trying desperately to earn their love.
Then the DNA results came back. Their biological daughter, Joella, returned home, and they threw all my belongings onto the front lawn like trash.
"The DNA results came back this morning. You're not our daughter."
My adoptive mother looked at me with the detached appraisal of someone viewing a piece of furniture that no longer fit the decor.
They didn't just kick me out. As I picked up my worn suitcase, they demanded I fulfill an ironclad marriage contract with the legendary Blackwood family to save their failing corporation.
"You were always a placeholder, Chloe. Like a dress worn by mistake. Now, the rightful owner has come to claim it."
Joella smirked triumphantly from my old bedroom window, while my adoptive father screamed that I was a jinx and a curse who owed them my life.
I looked at the three of them—a perfect, complete family. After a lifetime of craving their approval, the last thread of hope finally snapped, replaced by a cold, hard fury.
Why should I let them use me one last time when they had treated me like a counterfeit part for eighteen years?
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and sent a single encrypted message to pull all funding from their corporation.
As their phones began to ring frantically with the news of their sudden bankruptcy, a man wearing a Patek Philippe watch bowed deeply before me.
He was here to take me back to my real parents—the legendary Beaumont family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful bloodlines on the planet. Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir
Romance My father was marrying a gold-digger, the mother of my cheating ex-boyfriend.
To end the charade, I crashed their luxury wedding with a ten-foot funeral wreath.
In front of hundreds of elites, my father slapped me across the face, calling me a vicious bitch while his new wife smiled in victory.
I triggered the estate's fire system to ruin them, but a terrifying stranger in the VIP section bypassed my military-grade hack in seconds.
He was Kavon Velasquez, a dangerous billionaire heir who had been missing for twelve years.
Instead of exposing me, he shielded me from my father's second blow.
When my pathetic ex tried to drag me away, I grabbed Kavon and kissed him to humiliate my ex.
I shoved a $500,000 check into Kavon's pocket as hush money and left.
I thought that was the end of it.
But why did this apex predator move into the penthouse right next to mine at 2 AM?
Why did he violently crush my ex's face the next morning just for grabbing my arm?
"She is my woman. If you ever come within ten feet of her again, I will bury you."
I didn't understand why a man with lethal skills was suddenly hunting me.
Then I found out he had just blackmailed my father with undeniable proof of corporate money laundering.
His demand wasn't money. It was me.
He ordered my father to announce our engagement by tomorrow sunset, and this dangerous game officially began. His Debts, My Sweetest Victory
Modern On our eighth anniversary, I found my husband on a tropical beach with his junior employee. A photo on social media showed them with a diamond ring he' d bought with our company' s money, captioned: "Paradise found with my forever love."
But the moment he truly broke me was when I told him I was terminating the pregnancy and needed him there. He laughed.
"You think I'm going to play along with your pathetic games?" he sneered, before rushing off to comfort his mistress.
Later, in the hospital corridor, after I had gone through it all alone, he finally fell to his knees, crying and asking about "our baby." But it was too late. He and his mistress had already killed my child.
So I played the part of the grieving wife. While he begged for a second chance, I quietly transferred millions to my name, gathered every last piece of evidence of his affair, and served him the final divorce papers, leaving him with nothing but a mountain of debt. Our Love, Our Mutual Destruction
Modern I was dying of cancer when my destructive ex, Brooks Ferguson, returned to Seattle. The first thing he did was demolish my late father's record store.
But his new fiancée, Grace, delivered the final blow. With a vicious smile, she cornered me and poured my mother's ashes onto the filthy street.
I snapped. I rammed my vintage Mustang into her convertible-twice. I woke up in the hospital, coughing up blood, just in time to see Brooks on the news.
"When I find her," he snarled to the cameras, "I' m going to enjoy breaking every single bone in her body."
He had no idea the cancer, accelerated by his cruelty, was already killing me.
He wanted my body? Fine. I refused all treatment and arranged for the hospital to call him. My final revenge wasn't to fight him. It was to die and make him claim the corpse of the woman he destroyed. The Billionaire Who Lost His Sun
Romance I was arranging lilies for my engagement party when the hospital called. A dog bite, they said.
My fiancé, Salvatore Moretti, was supposed to be in Chicago on business. But he answered my frantic call from a ski slope in Aspen, with the sound of my best friend, Sofia, laughing in the background.
He told me not to worry, that my mother’s injury was just a scratch. But when I got to the hospital, I learned it was Sofia’s unvaccinated Doberman that had attacked my diabetic mother. I texted Sal that her kidneys were failing, that they might have to amputate.
His only reply: “Sofia is hysterical. She feels terrible. Calm her down for me, okay?”
Hours later, Sofia posted a photo of Sal kissing her on a ski lift. The next call I got was from the doctor, telling me my mother’s heart had stopped.
She died alone, while the man who swore to protect me was on a romantic vacation with the woman whose dog killed her. The rage inside me wasn't hot; it turned into a block of ice.
I didn't drive back to the penthouse he gave me. I went to my mother’s empty house and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. To my estranged father, a man whose name was a ghost story in Salvatore’s world: Don Matteo Costello.
“I’m coming home,” I told him.
My vendetta wouldn’t be one of blood. It would be one of erasure. I would dismantle my life here and disappear so completely, it would be as if I had never existed. His Betrayal, My Second Chance At Life
Billionaires The bank manager looked at me, professional calm masking his judgment.
"I'm sorry, sir, the transaction has been declined."
I knew why. The primary card on my account, the unlimited Black Card my parents had given me, was being bled dry by the two people I trusted most.
It wasn' t just the extravagant five-thousand-dollar handbags or the lavish weekend getaways. It was the crushing betrayal when I overheard them in Sarah' s apartment, my girlfriend laughing as my best friend, Mike, mocked my naivety.
"Liam is so boring. So naive. He just hands over his money like an idiot," Sarah giggled.
"He is an idiot," Mike' s voice oozed contempt. "But a useful one. As long as he keeps paying, you and I can have anything we want."
My world shattered. I stumbled away, heart pounding, the bitter taste of their deceit overwhelming me.
Two days later, at our usual campus coffee shop, I confronted them. Sarah' s face twisted in fury, Mike' s feigned concern turning to a calculated smear campaign. They gaslit me, painting me as the crazy, jealous boyfriend, publicly humiliating me until I ran.
That night, Mike lured me to a cliffside lookout. He pushed me. I remembered the sickening crunch of rocks as I fell, seen his empty eyes as he drove away. The police called it suicide.
But I wasn't dead. I was back. Waking up in my own bed, three weeks before my murder.
This time, the ending would be different. This time, I was in control. When The Tesla Called
Romance The automated call from the Tesla came at 10 PM, shattering the illusion of my perfect life with Ryan.
"A collision has been detected. The registered owner, Ryan Scott, may be unresponsive."
I rushed to the ER, dread gripping my heart, only to find him on a gurney, pale and sweaty.
But he wasn't alone; Sylvia, his brother's widow, was clutching his hand, looking disheveled and frantic.
Then, my childhood friend, Dr. Andrew Lester, delivered the chilling truth: "There was no collision. Mr. Scott experienced... an acute allergic reaction. Anaphylaxis."
A severe latex allergy, exacerbated by "strenuous physical activity."
The words hung in the air, heavy and obscene; the pieces clicked into place with sickening finality.
It wasn't a car crash.
It was sex.
In his car.
For seven years, I had downplayed my family's wealth, my education, my ambitions, all to prop up the myth of the "self-made" Ryan Scott.
For this?
His blatant lies the next morning, about "bad shellfish" and needing me to pick up his impounded Tesla, were a cruel joke.
The car reeked of stale champagne and cheap perfume, brazenly displaying a high-heeled shoe and a torn silk blouse; his contempt for me was physically manifested.
But their sick game was about to change.
When Andrew, my childhood friend, quietly appeared at the impound lot, I made my decision.
"The marriage. With your family. I told my father yes."
My path was set: cold, clear, and utterly decisive. The Sentence That Killed Them All
Horror My younger brother, Jayden, was perfect. Until the day we found him on the lawn, a serene smile on his face, after he jumped from our roof. My world shattered.
Then, the true horror began. My grandpa, followed by my dad, then my mom – all took their own lives, one by one. The only link? A single, mysterious sentence whispered by my dying mother, a secret from Jayden' s suicide note that tormented them beyond reason.
Our house became a tomb, my life a waking nightmare of unanswered questions and profound grief. Why would they choose to die? What cryptic words could compel such an unthinkable end for an entire family? The police were baffled, the town whispered.
I was left alone, haunted by the enigma consuming my loved ones. But as I unearthed my mother's hidden journal, the truth unraveled, revealing a cosmic twist of fate so cruel, so devastating, it transcended mere tragedy. It was a sin, a terrifying cycle of revenge, betrayal, and a secret that would make anyone question reality.
Now, with the full, horrifying truth laid bare, my path is clear: I will make the monster responsible for this unbearable suffering pay, ensuring his torment far exceeds the peaceful deaths my family chose. His Twisted Mercy
Modern They dragged me from the wild mountains after twenty years, back to the cruel polished world of the Winstons, where my only solace was Fang, my beloved coyote.
On my wedding night, I thought I had found salvation with Ethan, my fiancé, but then I overheard his cold, horrifying plan: Fang, my last link to home, was to be brutally killed and his organs harvested for my sister, Chloe.
The next morning, Ethan feigned grief, but I saw the truth in his eyes, and later, the sickening proof: Chloe, vibrant and healthy, parading in a custom coat made from Fang' s precious fur.
How could the man I loved, my supposed savior, conspire in such a monstrous betrayal, reducing my wild companion to a mere commodity, a cruel trophy?
Fueled by an ancient, consuming rage, a primal instinct for vengeance ignited within me, and I knew I would never be caged again. The Coma King's Secret Bride
Billionaires My little brother, Leo, was dying, dependent on a miracle surgery our family couldn't afford.
My only hope was my five-year relationship with Ethan Vanderbilt, the wealthy heir - a relationship I' d clung to despite his growing cruelty.
Then, he called me to his penthouse, not for reconciliation, but to introduce Isabella Romano, his new, stunning fiancée.
"You were always a bit... much, Mia," he sneered, discarding me for an "upgrade."
Public humiliation followed, as society pages lauded their perfect match, branding me the desperate ex.
My own father, desperate for Leo' s life, told me I should have "tried harder."
Our last hope seemed to vanish.
Just when I thought I was at rock bottom, Ethan' s ruthless uncle, Charles Vanderbilt, offered a bizarre lifeline: full funding for Leo' s surgery.
The catch? I had to go to a remote Vermont clinic and act as a discreet observer for his "comatose" brother-in-law, Marcus Thorne.
Spy on a dying man for the family who' d just ruined me? Why me? What dark secrets was I being forced into?
It felt like a devil' s bargain, a humiliation worse than anything Ethan could inflict, and I couldn't ignore the chilling sense of injustice.
But for Leo, I' d do anything.
So I packed my bags, leaving everything behind for that bleak, uncertain future in Vermont.
I expected silent days watching a still form, but the "comatose" Marcus Thorne wasn't so comatose after all.
And the very first thing he said to me wasn't 'hello,' but, "As I recall, Mia Hayes, you were my first kiss." His Hidden Heir: The CEO They Cast Aside
Billionaires I was Ava Miller, a former foster kid desperate for a fresh start.
My new job as companion to the intimidating Mrs. Eleanor Davenport seemed like my escape.
But Eleanor had a hidden agenda: she wanted me to 'manage' her powerful grandson, Ethan.
Desperate for the promised money, I followed her subtle instructions, which shockingly escalated one night.
Pressured to 'help him unwind,' I used a sleeping powder, leading to an encounter I never anticipated, a desperate, morally compromising act.
I soon discovered I was pregnant.
Eleanor swiftly paid me off, telling me my 'services were no longer required' before Ethan's arranged engagement.
I was discarded, used, and heartbroken, forced to flee and struggle raising my son, Leo, alone, far from their opulent world.
How could they manipulate me like that?
The shame burned, but so did a fierce determination.
I vowed Leo and I would never be discarded again.
Years later, just as I' d built a peaceful life, fate delivered a stunning twist.
I was Ava Sterling, the lost heir to a tech billionaire, now CEO of a global empire, finally independent.
But then, Ethan Davenport walked back into my life, his eyes widening as they landed on Leo.
He saw his own face in my son and demanded answers.
This time, I wouldn't be silent. I would unveil the brutal truth, fight for my son, and for myself. From Burger Barn to Billionaire's Trap
Young Adult I was just Emily Miller, stuck in a Rust Belt town, working at Burger Barn, with only my Ivy League dreams and a worn-out textbook to escape my indifferent foster parents. My entire future depended on a scholarship.
Then, the unthinkable happened. The Waltons—the billionaire supermarket magnates—appeared. They claimed I was their long-lost daughter, genetic proof in hand, complete with a dazzling lifestyle upgrade and a campus heartthrob fiancé, Blake. It should have been a dream come true.
But as they spun their heartwarming tale, shimmering, intrusive messages popped up, visible only to me: `>> LOL, the crocodile tears are Emmy-worthy, Marian. #FakeFamily`. These chilling "reality comment subtitles" revealed a sinister truth: the Waltons, including my "fiancé" Blake, were orchestrating an elaborate psychological "kill with kindness" plot. Their real daughter, Jessica, my academic rival, was threatened by my success, and they’d paid off my foster parents to neutralize me.
What they offered wasn't a second chance; it was a gilded cage designed to crush my ambition and ensure Jessica's ascent. Every "generous" offer, every "loving" gesture, was a meticulously placed trap, aiming to turn me into a mindless socialite. The comments were my brutal, cynical guide, exposing the true intentions behind their saccharine smiles.
Naive? Not anymore. I took a deep breath. If they wanted to play a game, I’d play along – right up to the moment I turned their own resources against them. I’d use their money for the most expensive SAT prep, feign airheadedness, and transform Blake into my unwitting assistant, all while planning my ultimate, public triumph that would expose their vile scheme to the world. You might like
Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate
Only_Shila For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me. 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. The Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King
Da Lanlan For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess.
Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world.
Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna.
Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee.
Immediately after, my mother called to gloat.
"Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?"
She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue.
I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die.
But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom.
I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent.
If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one. Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Rabbit 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.
That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." The Moonless She-Wolf: Rejected By The Pack, Desired By The Alpha
Canal In a world where weakness could cost someone their life, Ava Grey had been born without a wolf, and all she had ever faced was rejection and suffering. Her own kind had cast her aside, and a strange scar marked her with a secret she still didn't understand.
More than anything, she had wanted to break free from it all. Then, on the night of the Lunar Gala, everything changed.
It started with a single glance. One brief encounter. A bond formed against all reason and tied her to Lucas Westwood, the Alpha of the rival pack, the very man she should've stayed away from.
Surrounded by hatred, rising conflict, and a fate she couldn't escape, Ava came to realize that what made her different wasn't a curse at all. It was a power others both craved and feared.
As tensions grew, the packs moved closer to war. Alliances began to fall apart. In the middle of it all, one truth slowly revealed itself. The real danger wasn't the monster they thought they were fighting. 
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