Superstition
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Unwanted By The Alpha, Chosen By Fate
Werewolf I was a lowly Omega mated to Caleb, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I thought I had finally found my harbor.
But when our five-year-old daughter, Aria, plunged into a frozen lake and nearly drowned, he was nowhere to be found.
He had blocked our mental link to play house with my sister's daughters at the Gamma estate.
For three days, Aria lay dying in a coma.
The trauma forced her inner wolf into hibernation. To protect her mind, it erased every conscious memory of her father—but her wolf remembered the wound. His scent was not a memory anymore. It was a scar.
When she finally woke up, she shrank away from the heavy velvet curtains.
"Mama, it smells like cold ashes in a wet hearth. Make it go away."
She was screaming in terror just smelling his lingering scent. Her mind could not name him, but her body still remembered what it felt like to be abandoned in the snow.
He had given the healing moonstones and the winter pelt he promised our daughter to my sister's twins instead.
My sister even sneered at my desperate pleas, telling everyone I was just faking the accident to get his attention.
I had spent my entire life bending my neck to the Pack hierarchy, enduring my family's disdain and my mate's cruel neglect.
But looking at my fractured child, the heavy chain around my heart simply vanished, replaced by cold iron.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love anymore.
Instead, I packed my meager dowry, went straight to the Luna Queen for a Royal Decree of Rejection, and took my daughter away to build an empire of our own. The Defective Mate's Hidden Royal Bloodline
Werewolf For years, I endured the mockery of being a "wolfless" outcast, acting as the perfectly devoted mate to Alpha Julian.
But just weeks before his Mating ceremony with the noble Isabella, I overheard him call me a mere "placeholder" and a temporary "bed warmer."
He didn't just break my heart; he crushed my dignity. He forced me to iron Isabella's wedding gowns. When Isabella faked an allergic reaction to a cake I baked, Julian didn't even investigate.
"Something made with such vile intentions belongs in the garbage, just like you!"
He roared, throwing my cake into the trash and demanding I apologize to the woman who was parading around with my stolen family heirloom.
Looking at his cold, judgmental eyes, the lingering illusion of our bond evaporated into a vast, silent wasteland. How could I have been so foolish to love a man so utterly blind?
I didn't shed a single tear.
"Consider this my apology."
I smiled, picking up a glass of ice water and throwing it directly into Isabella's perfectly made-up face.
Locked away in the Ancestral Hall as punishment, I didn't panic. Instead, I calmly began plotting with his rival cousin, setting a trap for Isabella's powerful family. I no longer wanted his love; I wanted my absolute freedom. He Rejected A Weak Omega, She Became A Goddess
Werewolf I was the lowest Omega in the Blood Moon Pack, forced to scrub greasy floors while enduring the daily abuse and kicks of the Warriors.
On the night of Alpha Kael's succession ball, the fated mate bond suddenly snapped into place between us.
The powerful, ruthless Alpha had found his destined Luna, and it was me, the dirty scullery maid hiding behind the curtains.
But the magical peace of our bond lasted only seconds before reality crashed down.
Faced with the disgusted whispers of the nobles and the political threats from his Gamma, Kael chose his power over me.
He dragged me to the center of the grand hall and publicly rejected me.
"I, Kael, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Elara, as my mate."
The violently severed bond felt like crushed glass in my lungs, snapping my soul in half and leaving me coughing up dark blood on the pristine marble.
Surrounded by mocking eyes and an unnatural chill, I dragged my broken body out into the freezing, fog-filled Shadow Forest to die.
I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess would give me a protector only to let him become my cruel executioner.
Why was I destined to be nothing more than a pathetic, disposable Omega meant to be trampled on?
But as three feral Rogues lunged to tear my throat out under the midnight moon, the searing agony in my veins suddenly vanished.
I didn't shift into a weak Omega wolf.
Bathed in a blinding, divine light, my body expanded into a towering, flawless White Wolf.
Looking at my massive silver reflection in the water, I made a silent vow.
I was no longer a servant, and I would make them all kneel. 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. 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. 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
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. 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. 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! 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 Scarred Luna: Taming The Ruthless Alpha
Kora In a world ruled by the merciless laws of werewolves, Jaselya's life had been defined by nothing but pain, humiliation, and rejection.
As the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Balak, born from a forbidden affair and marked by a hideous scar, she grew up as a slave within the Moonlight Pack. Despised by her own family, she survived in the shadows, convinced of her own worthlessness.
But everything changed when the Moonlight Pack was crushed into submission by Xaeron, a powerful and terrifying Alpha who had returned to exact vengeance for the slaughter of his family orchestrated years earlier by Balak.
Cold, ruthless, and consumed by hatred, Xaeron reduced the pack to its knees and demanded Jaselya as his spoils of war.
Overnight, the young woman became the unwilling bride of the most dangerous man in the wolf kingdom.
As Xaeron sought to break her in retribution for her father's sins, an inexplicable chemistry began to stir between them-a troubling connection that neither hatred nor vengeance could seem to extinguish.
Amid pack wars, bloody betrayals, political conspiracies, and the wounds of the past, Jaselya would have to learn to survive in the arms of a man capable of destroying her... or becoming her soft spot. 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. 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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