Xin Zhi
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The Neglected Luna's Ultimate Rejection
Werewolf For three years, I was the Luna of the Carlisle pack in name only, bound to an Alpha who treated me like inherited furniture while giving all his warmth to another woman.
When my car was run off the road by rogues and I lay bleeding in a ditch with a shattered ankle, I called him for help.
He coldly told me not to be dramatic and hung up because he had to pick up his favorite, Sloane, and her son.
After that, his cruelty only escalated.
He let Sloane use his sacred family heirloom to celebrate her birthday, eating the very cake he knew was my favorite.
When my mother fell into a critical coma, he ordered her to be kicked out of the prime healing chamber just so Sloane's mother could have it.
He even stole my family's sacred, ancestral architectural designs and handed them to Sloane on a silver platter to launch her new career.
I had swallowed my pride when he flaunted his affection for her, and I bit my tongue when he left me to die.
But how could he desecrate my bloodline's legacy and endanger my dying mother, dismissing my heritage as a mere pack asset to be bought off with a check?
The pain that had been burning me alive finally turned into cold, hard resolve.
I marched straight into his office, looked the powerful Alpha King dead in the eye, and spoke the ancient words he never thought I would dare to say.
"I, Evelyn Crane, demand The Rejection." The Ruined Heiress's Vengeful Comeback
Modern Three years ago, Collette was framed in a vicious drug and sex scandal by her half-sister. Her father didn't ask a single question before banishing her to the gutters of Europe.
She clawed her way back to New York for revenge, willingly becoming a disposable, cheap toy for the city's most dangerous billionaire, Hartwell Lara, just to use him as her weapon.
But Hartwell’s heart belonged entirely to his delicate future wife, Isabell. When Collette nearly died of severe pneumonia on a freezing balcony, Hartwell left her bleeding and alone to patiently peel apples for Isabell. Isabell then barged into Collette's hospital room, maliciously tore her life-saving CFDA design sketch to shreds, and brutally slapped her own face.
"Collette... why are you being so mean to me?!"
Isabell screamed, collapsing to the floor just as Hartwell violently pushed the door open. His dark eyes locked onto Collette, filled with the same absolute, chilling disgust her father had shown three years ago.
Why was she always the one thrown away like garbage? Why did her own blood family destroy her, and why did the man she surrendered her dignity to trample her last hope for a liar?
Staring at her ruined life's work beneath Isabell's designer shoes, the tiny crack of warmth Hartwell had left in Collette's heart froze completely. She didn't bother to explain or beg. She just smiled her signature empty smile, ready to burn the Norris family and the Lara Empire to the ground. Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife
Romance I placed the positive pregnancy test on the black marble island, expecting at least a flicker of emotion from my billionaire husband.
Instead, his assistant dropped a thick divorce agreement right on top of it.
"Laelia is back in New York," Alistair said, his eyes completely dead. "This two-year game is over. Get rid of it."
He ordered his private security to book an abortion clinic for that very night.
To protect my unborn child, I fled through a freezing maintenance shaft and threw myself off a snowy cliff into a rocky ravine.
When I woke up battered and bruised in the hospital, I faked a miscarriage, hoping he would finally let me go.
Instead of an ounce of pity, he choked me, called me a vile creature, and had his guards throw me out into a deadly Manhattan blizzard in nothing but a thin hospital gown.
As the hypothermia set in, I remembered my father jumping off a Wall Street high-rise, driven to bankruptcy by the very man who just left me and his own blood to freeze to death.
For two years, I had played the submissive stand-in wife, mapping out every vulnerability in his empire, but I never expected him to be this ruthless.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness in the snow, a black Maybach skidded to a halt in front of me.
Inside sat Silas Rhodes, Alistair's biggest corporate rival.
I dragged my battered body up and offered him the ultimate weapon to burn my ex-husband's empire to the ground. A Stolen Future, A Secret Bride
Modern My husband, Bennett, and I were New York's golden couple. But our perfect marriage was a lie, childless because of a rare genetic condition he claimed would kill any woman who carried his baby. When his dying father demanded an heir, Bennett proposed a solution: a surrogate.
The woman he chose, Aria, was a younger, more vibrant version of me. Suddenly, Bennett was always busy, supporting her through "difficult IVF cycles." He missed my birthday. He forgot our anniversary.
I tried to believe him, until I overheard him at a party. He confessed to his friends that his love for me was a "deep connection," but with Aria, it was "fire" and "exhilarating."
He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
And he certainly didn't know I had just made a call to a service that specialized in one thing: making people disappear. Unwanted Wife: Dancing With The Blackwell Devil
Modern I was the invisible daughter of the Graves family, a living ghost in a house of gold. On the morning of my half-sister Brittny’s wedding to the terrifying Elliot Blackwell, I watched from the shadows as she escaped, leaving behind a ruined reputation and a bankrupt legacy.
The panic in the foyer was a masterpiece of dysfunction. My father and stepmother realized their social ladder was burning to ash, and they only had one card left to play to save their fortune.
"We promised them a bride," my stepmother whispered, her eyes settling on me like a butcher assessing a spare piece of meat.
They didn't just want to sell me to the Blackwells; they planned to trigger a legal clause to steal my late mother’s multi-million dollar trust fund the moment I said "I do." I was being traded like a commodity to cover my father’s gambling debts, forced to marry a man the world whispered was a cold-blooded monster.
To them, I was a sacrificial lamb, a spare part used to fix a broken machine. I stood there, listening to them plot my ruin, and I realized that in this house, blood wasn't thicker than water—it was just another currency.
How could my own father sign away my life for a merger? Why did they think I would go quietly into the arms of a man who looked like he had just walked off a battlefield?
But they didn't know I was the one who orchestrated Brittny's escape. As the armored Blackwell motorcade smashed through our front gates like a strike team, I didn't cry. I walked into the parlor with a transfer protocol of my own, forcing my father to return every cent of my inheritance before I ever touched that white silk dress.
Elliot Blackwell didn't come for a wedding; he came for a head. When he gripped my chin, his eyes dark with a terrifying, predator-like clarity, I didn't flinch.
"You're not the bride I paid for," he growled.
"I'm the one you're getting," I whispered back. The game was just beginning, and for the first time in my life, I was playing for keeps. Trapped By My Sister's Billionaire Fiance
Billionaires I am a struggling ballet dancer drowning in medical debt to keep my comatose mentor alive.
To save my career, I was forced to attend a private VIP club to appease a wealthy donor who had assaulted me, but when he tried to humiliate me, I desperately begged a mysterious billionaire in the shadows for help.
He saved me, only to lock me in his Maybach and declare that I was now his prey. I barely escaped into the rain that night. But the nightmare had just begun. The next day, I discovered this ruthless tycoon, Cornell Knight, was actually engaged to my estranged sister. When I visited her penthouse, he secretly dug his foot into my injured ankle under the coffee table while playing the perfect fiancé. Later, he cornered me in the elevator, threatening to unplug my mentor's ventilator and ruin my sister's life if I exposed him. He cloned my phone, isolated me, and even bought a Michelin-star restaurant just to watch me suffer from his private suite.
"You're my prey, little swan, and I always collect my debts."
I was suffocating under his absolute control. Why was a man who had the entire world at his fingertips so obsessed with torturing a penniless dancer?
Looking up at the mirrored ceiling where I knew he was watching, I finally stopped shaking. Since running away was impossible, I had to find a way to destroy him first. Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: Now Shine
Modern My mother was dying, her last wish to see the man I'd secretly married three years ago. But as I frantically called his phone, which went straight to voicemail, he was busy marrying my childhood rival in a lavish ceremony right outside the hospital.
He publicly denied knowing me, his wife of three years, the secret benefactor who built his entire tech empire from the ground up.
To humiliate me further, he allowed his new bride to broadcast a video of my deepest, most private trauma to all their wedding guests, dismissing my pain as "gossip."
My mother died heartbroken from his betrayal.
But they made a fatal mistake. They thought I was just a poor, pathetic wife they could discard.
They didn't know I was the anonymous, globally feared tech mogul they'd been trying to impress all along. And I just gave my second-in-command a single order: "Burn it all down." His Faked Infertility, My Sweet Revenge
Romance I made my husband, Damian, the youngest Chief of Surgery in the country. I built his career from scratch, defying my own family to marry him.
Then, he asked me to give our au pair a six-figure salary and a company car.
He called me a cold-hearted bitch when I refused, claiming she was a poor single mother of five. But I saw her wearing my missing diamond bracelet and carrying a Chanel bag worth more than my car.
He flaunted their affair at a professional conference, calling me a "worthless capitalist princess" while she played the victim.
For years, I'd spent a fortune trying to cure his infertility. It was our secret pain. Now, he was using it to justify his affair with a "hyper-fertile" woman he claimed could give him the sons I couldn't.
As he stood on stage for his keynote speech, ready to accept an award, I walked past him to the podium. I had my own presentation to share with the live-streamed global audience-a slideshow of their eight-year affair, complete with hotel receipts and bank transfers. Dying For Her Love, Again
Romance The funeral director droned on about casket options, but Ethan Miller' s gaze was fixed on a TV screen showing Olivia Hayes, his Olivia, preparing for a lavish wedding.
Just this morning, he' d been released from a clinical trial, given weeks to live-his body failing from experimental drugs.
He was planning his own funeral, while she was planning her perfect life with another man, Daniel Stone.
Three years ago, he' d shattered their world, staging a cruel breakup with a hired actress, making Olivia believe he was a gold-digger who never loved her.
He watched her drop his engagement ring into a glass of wine, her eyes burning with hate.
It had to be this way; he had to destroy their love to save her life, to force her to accept an organ transplant.
Now, broke and dying, he tried to sell a painting of her, a last desperate act to repay kindness, but instead, he was humiliated by Olivia and Daniel, accused of being a thief, and left bleeding on the lobby floor.
He was the villain in her story, despised for a secret sacrifice no one knew.
Olivia dragged him to her mansion, forcing him into a claustrophobic shed, taunting him, and making him toil as a servant at her engagement party.
He served champagne at the celebration of the life he' d given up for her, enduring the ultimate torture.
When she confronted him, he delivered the final blow, denying any love, cutting her completely free.
He sealed his fate, his death, making it his last gift to her.
But a car crash swiftly brought Olivia to the brink of death once more, her transplanted kidney failing.
With agonizing clarity, Ethan knew the horrifying truth: he was her perfect match, the ultimate price for the survival he' d signed away.
He raced to the hospital, his dying body fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline.
"Use me," he rasped, his voice steady.
He whispered his desperate confession into her ear on the gurney beside her, a truth she might never wake to hear.
Olivia woke to whispers of an anonymous donor, Daniel' s lies, and a persistent unease.
The puzzle pieces clicked into place: his feigned cruelty, the shed, the rain, and his final whispered words.
Ethan wasn' t a monster; he was a martyr, and he had sacrificed everything for her.
Fueled by grief and rage, Olivia exposed the corrupt pharmaceutical CEO who orchestrated Ethan' s fate.
But the victory was hollow; it wouldn't bring Ethan back.
She stood at their dream cottage, the deed in her hand, the truth a crushing weight.
"My death. Now we' re even."
His words, echoing in her mind, ignited a stark realization.
With tears streaming, she made her final choice: to join him, completing their tragic love story on her own terms. Her Betrayal, My Freedom
Modern My wife, Sarah, started acting strange about a week ago.
She was walking on eggshells, her smile never quite reaching her eyes.
Then came dinner, where she sprung it on me: "I was looking online and found a great clinic that does comprehensive health check-ups. They have a couples' package."
It sounded reasonable, but the forced casualness in her voice made my stomach tighten. We were both in perfect health.
I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw not concern, but a desperate, calculating fear.
"Sarah, what' s this really about?" I asked, and the pretense of a normal dinner shattered.
She confessed, not with words, but with a flinch: this was about Mark, her childhood sweetheart, who was dying and needed a kidney.
The "comprehensive health check-up" was a screening – for me.
"He' s not my ex-boyfriend!" she cried. "He' s my friend! And I' m just asking you to get tested. That' s all. It' s just a blood test. It' s not a big deal."
Not a big deal? My body, my organ, reduced to a spare part.
Then came the ultimate bargaining chip: "If you' re a match… and if you decide to do it… I' ll do anything. We can finally start our family. We can have a baby, just like you' ve always wanted."
The baby I wanted so desperately was now a reward for donating my kidney to the man she truly loved.
In that moment, I saw her with soul-crushing clarity. Her priority wasn' t me. It was him.
My parents, her unwitting accomplices, had already been brought in. My mother, trembling, begged me to go. My father simply said, "Son, listen to your wife."
I was trapped, but I refused to be just a means to an end.
When I signed that non-disclosure agreement, forced by threats against my aging father, I was bleeding, desperate, and completely broken.
But when I saw Sarah and Mark, pregnant, together in the hospital hallway, something cold and clear ignited within me.
They thought they had won. They thought I was broken and silent.
They were wrong. Goodbye, Brother, Forever
Romance My whole life, I believed in a quiet promise: that the boy my parents took in, Daniel, the brother I never had, would one day be my husband.
I spent years capturing his every moment through my camera lens, building a portfolio that was less art and more a diary of a love I thought was undeniably mutual.
That belief shattered the moment he walked in with Sarah, a woman who radiated polished beauty that instantly made me feel clumsy and plain.
"Ellie, meet Sarah," he beamed, a joy I'd never seen directed at me, "my fiancée. Your future sister-in-law."
Sister-in-law. The word seared into me, branding a permanent boundary on the future I'd painstakingly built brick by brick.
He was my protector, yes, but I realized too late he was protecting a sister, not a future wife.
The ice spread through my veins, but the worst was yet to come.
Sarah, sweet as syrup, accused me of assault, even tearing our childhood photo, a treasured irreplaceable, right in front of Daniel.
He didn't hesitate; he chose her, his face a mask of cold disappointment as he told me, "Maybe this shouldn't be your home."
My world fractured, yet in the wreckage, a chilling clarity emerged: I wouldn't fight for a love that didn't see me, or a home that no longer welcomed me.
I would leave, taking my photography and my broken heart to Europe, to build a future that was entirely my own, a life without him. Decade Long Project and Her Revenge
Modern For ten years, I poured my life, my youth, and every cent into building a tech empire with Alex. My desk, once beside his in the CEO' s office, was now a cramped corner, and my new job? Fetching coffee for his pregnant fiancée, Emily, who' d been with the company barely six months.
Then came the brutal blow: Alex announced their engagement, glowing beside Emily, never once meeting my eyes. The next day, I was demoted to "Executive Assistant." My core designs for our decade-long project were presented to the board, but I wasn' t invited. Emily emerged, feigning sympathy, telling me Alex found my work "amateurish" and that the project had "evolved under her direction."
That night, I quit, taking my secret AI chip blueprints with me, the ones Alex knew nothing about. He scoffed, "She\'s nothing without me. She\'ll be back begging in a week." He had no idea what was coming.
Weeks later, at the annual tech gala, Alex cornered me, demanding the blueprints, accusing me of theft. Emily, ever the victim, tried to orchestrate a severe allergic reaction to humiliate me, but in a twist of fate, she triggered it on herself. As chaos erupted, security stormed in, targeting Alex' s company, and a chandelier crashed. Alex, with Emily in tow, fled, leaving me for dead.
Injured and abandoned, I limped out, but Alex reappeared, cradling Emily, his eyes alight with murderous rage. He ordered his men to strip me in front of hundreds, exposing every scar from the battles I' d fought for him. As Emily feigned a worsening condition, he ordered my rare blood type to be forcibly harvested, seeing me not as a person, but a walking blood bag. I blacked out, believing he'd finally succeeded in destroying me.
But the real story was just beginning. I woke up, not broken, but reborn, ready to claim a future where Alex was nothing but a painful, distant memory. When the Angel Sings Again
Fantasy On our tenth wedding anniversary, I believed I would finally become a true wife to Pastor Caleb Hughes, the man I dedicated my life and my "Voice of an Angel" to.
But as I approached his study door, I heard voices that shattered my world.
His mistress, Maria, demanded my voice for her unborn child, and Caleb agreed to steal it through a "medical procedure" after a staged accident.
My blood ran cold, realizing my decade-long marriage, my faith, my entire life, was a calculated lie to steal my sacred gift.
The next morning, humiliation became physical torment as Caleb paraded Maria as the "First Lady," giving her my mother's heirloom locket and watching impassively as my voice, my very essence, was brutally taken.
My loyal friend, Debra, rushed to help, only to be thrown against the marble stairs by Caleb' s guards, dying for trying to save me.
What monster plots such a betrayal, then callously lets my only friend die for it?
In my desperation, I signed divorce papers in my own blood and leaped from the bell tower, seeking an end to the unbearable pain.
But I didn't die; instead, I woke in a hidden convent, discovering my "angel voice" was actually a birthright, a divine power to heal and to judge.
Now, as the Matriarch of the ancient Cantors, I will return to claim justice and unleash my reborn voice upon those who stole everything from me. The Guardian of the Curse
Fantasy My family has a secret, a curse: our condemnations come true.
To protect everyone, I chose silence, living as a janitor, assumed to be mute.
My wife, Nicole, a ruthless pharmaceutical heiress, married me only because her superstitious grandfather believed a "silent man" would protect their fortune.
I accepted my humiliating role for my devout mother, who just wanted to see me settled.
Then, my mother, trying to help a pregnant Nicole, baked her a pecan pie-a seemingly innocent act.
But Matthew, a family protégé now Nicole' s lover, intercepted the pie, knowing he had a deadly nut allergy.
I tried to warn him, but my silent throat failed me as he took a bite, then collapsed in agonizing anaphylaxis.
Nicole screamed, pointing a trembling, accusatory finger at my mother, who stood frozen with terror.
The next day, Nicole ordered my frail mother taken to a state nursing home with a dark reputation, dismissing my desperate plea as an accident.
When I confronted Nicole at Matthew' s hospital bedside, she scoffed, revealed my life was a charade based on a fortune teller's whim, and had her bodyguards brutally beat me.
As I lay broken, years of silence shattered, and a raw condemnation tore from my throat: "May you lose what you love most and live a life of bitter loneliness."
This curse, a power I had tried to bury, was now loose, and it was only the beginning of their downfall. My Husband's Funeral, My New Beginning
Modern My husband, Andrew, told me he was dying from an inoperable brain tumor, then drove his car off a pier, a grand gesture to spare me, his unassuming librarian wife, from a long, painful goodbye.
In my first life, I believed him.
I jumped into the freezing bay, screaming my secret – I' d just won ten million dollars in the Powerball, enough to save him.
But his eyes met mine in the dark water, cold and calculating, utterly devoid of hope.
He didn't swim to the surface; he swam to me, his charming smile replaced by a grimace of pure greed.
He held my head under the water, stealing my life and my fortune as my lungs burned.
Then, I woke up.
I was back on the pier, the screech of tires echoing, Andrew' s car once again sailing into the bay.
It was happening again, but this time, I knew.
My love for him had drowned, replaced by a cold, hard resolve.
He wasn't taking anything from me ever again.
This time, I was the one in control, and I started to scream, not from grief, but from a white-hot rage ready to burn down everything they had built. The 100th Goodbye
Romance Ethan Miller, a meticulously dedicated executive assistant, harbored a quiet, consuming love for his brilliant, cold CEO, Seraphina Croft, for a decade, meticulously executing their long-standing, seemingly playful pact: he would propose 99 times, and on the monumental 100th attempt, she promised to finally say yes.
On the highly anticipated 100th proposal day, standing hopeful and alone on the iconic steps of the New York Public Library, Ethan didn't receive a message from Seraphina; instead, his phone exploded with viral images showing her radiant and passionately kissing her trendy fitness influencer boyfriend, Chase Dubois, at a Silicon Valley gala.
Left utterly humiliated and publicly scorned, Ethan became an overnight internet sensation, dubbed "The Library Groom," a pitiful figure against the grand facade as speculation, pity, and cruel mockery flooded online forums about the woman who had so callously stood him up.
His heart, which had swelled with unwavering hope through countless rejections, now reeled from the brutal reality: was his decade of silent devotion and tireless support nothing more than a convenient tool for her public image, a disposable accessory to her soaring career?
As a violent thunderstorm mirrored the turmoil within, and Seraphina then casually suggested a "101st proposal" purely to fix her tarnished PR, Ethan, finally seeing her true manipulative nature, made a decisive, life-altering choice: he severed all ties, resigned from AuraCorp, and vanished into the pouring rain, determined to build a new life from the ashes of his shattered love. The CEO Who Forgot His Savior
Romance Seven years ago, I secretly gave Michael, my then-boyfriend, a life-saving kidney.
I faked a cruel betrayal, vanishing to manage my deteriorating health and mounting medical debt, ensuring his future.
Now, I watch him, a celebrated CEO, accept an award on TV.
My old phone buzzes.
It's him.
"Seven years," he says, "you chose money over me. Any regrets?"
My bitter laugh is my only reply, as I clutch my $2000 overdue dialysis bill.
Weeks later, we collide at a clinic.
He's vibrant, with a new fiancée, Jessica.
I, frail and scarred, try to ask for a loan.
His fiancée, Jessica, stages a fall, scattering my medical reports at his feet.
He reads my kidney failure reports, sneering, convinced I'm faking for cash.
At a gala, he forces me to chug a bottle of whiskey for thirty grand.
I comply, knowing it's poison.
I collapse, vomiting blood, the room erupting.
Everyone sees the greedy ex getting her comeuppance.
The internet savages me, labeling me a gold-digger.
Yet, the vitality in his stride – that was my sacrifice.
The man I saved now believes I’m faking illness, mocking my pain.
As I lay dying, my best friend finally cracks, screaming the truth: "She gave you her kidney, you bastard! That anonymous donor? That was Emily!"
His face, once sneering, turned to horror.
But would this revelation be enough to save me, or would his ultimate atonement demand an even greater sacrifice? You might like
His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." 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." 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. 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. Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. 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. His Unwanted True Mate Is The Secret Pack Heir
Dashing Wave Rider I was lying in the cold delivery room, enduring the agonizing contractions of giving birth to twins.
When I desperately called my fated mate, Alpha Dixon, to tell him the babies were coming, his voice was like ice.
"Let my assistant handle it. Don't call me again."
He hung up, abandoning me for another woman's laughter in the background.
He left me to give birth completely alone, treating me like a pathetic, disposable Omega.
He had even threatened that if I didn't sign the mate rejection papers, he would take my children away forever.
I thought my life was shattered by the man who was supposed to protect me.
But a routine blood test by the hospital's Healer revealed a shocking truth.
I wasn't an orphaned nobody. I was the long-lost pureblood White Wolf heir of the legendary Beaumont Pack.
Within hours, my true family—a powerful Alpha father, a Luna mother, and three fiercely protective brothers—rushed to my side, wrapping me in the absolute authority and wealth of the world's strongest Pack.
Backed by my new family, I summoned Dixon to the Pack Council to formally complete our rejection.
I watched his arrogant face as the clerk asked if I accepted his rejection.
But just as I opened my mouth to sever our bond forever, Dixon froze.
He was hit by an urgent mind-link, and his cold confidence instantly shattered into pure, unadulterated panic.
"We're not done!" he snarled, fleeing the hall before the ceremony could end.
I stood there, staring at the door. What on earth did that mind-link say? 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. 
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