Yanchi Jinzhan
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Stolen by the Lycan King
Werewolf For two years, I played the perfect, compliant Omega wife to Hayes Carlisle to maintain our Packs' alliance.
But I woke up in a dark hotel room, aching and covered in a stranger's marks, realizing I had been drugged and sold.
When I dragged myself home, I didn't find comfort. Instead, I found Hayes flaunting his pregnant mistress. He had orchestrated my assault just to frame me for infidelity, giving him the perfect excuse to dissolve our marriage and leave my family to starve. At the Pack assembly, his mistress even faked a fall to frame me for harming her baby, and Hayes raised his hand to strike me in front of everyone.
I was stripped of my dignity, left with nothing but the desperate need to recover my mother's wedding ring, which the stranger had taken. But why did the stranger's intoxicating scent of cedar and musk perfectly match Aiden Beaumont, the ruthless Lycan King and my husband's most feared rival?
Then, an anonymous call came through.
"If you want it back, be at the top floor of the K. M. Tower at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
I realized the terrifying truth. The K. M. Tower was the headquarters of the Beaumont Group. The man from that night was Aiden, and this was a meticulously laid trap I had no choice but to walk into.
I wiped away my tears, my gaze turning as cold as steel. Fine, Aiden Beaumont. His Unwanted Wife, Now Unreachable Queen
Modern Bailey, an invisible shadow to the powerful Douglas family, stood in the freezing rain, watching City Hall. For five long years, she’d been used to being forgotten. But today, her entire world shattered as her fiancé, Jameson, walked out with another woman, Haleigh, holding their fresh marriage certificates.
Jameson scooped Haleigh into his arms, treating her like fragile glass, convinced she’d saved him from a burning car five years ago. He never knew it was Bailey who pulled him from the flames, nor that Haleigh's "sickness" had left Bailey with an ugly scar from donating bone marrow, making her a mere family blood bank.
Watching them kiss, pure nausea rose from years of blame. Bailey later found a joyous celebration for Haleigh at the manor. Her wet arrival drew only cold annoyance; Jameson gave pitying instructions before all four men rushed to Haleigh’s side when she faked a cough.
Haleigh, with a sweet smile, presented Bailey a "gift"—a velvet box. Forced to open it, a venomous Brown Recluse spider dropped onto Bailey's hand, sinking its fangs deep. As white-hot agony exploded and her vision blurred, Haleigh theatrically screamed, deliberately scraping her forehead.
The men, blind with panic for Haleigh’s minor scratch, roared at Bailey, shoved her to the floor, and rushed Haleigh to the car. Left to die alone, struggling for breath as her body shut down, Bailey knew this was the end of playing their disgusting game. She had already activated her hidden trust fund, planning to buy a remote island and disappear forever. Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret
Billionaires I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir.
He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw.
I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files.
She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage.
At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot.
Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain?
Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all. The Price of Unwanted Love
Romance I fell in love with Michael, my adoptive uncle, after he took me in following my mother' s death and my father' s arrest. He was my entire world for a decade.
Then, at my adoptive grandfather's funeral, paparazzi caught us, fabricating an illicit affair that drove my godmother, Linda, to suicide.
To "atone," Michael married me, turning our home into a gilded cage. By day, I copied scriptures; by night, I was a nameless body in darkness. He forced eighteen abortions, the last nearly killing me. His voice, cold as ice, dismissed my dying plea for our baby.
He hated me. He blamed me for Linda' s death, and I, in my final moments, believed him. It was all my fault.
I woke up. It was the day of my adoptive grandfather' s funeral again. Not this time. This time, I wouldn' t be his hindrance, or the cause of his true love' s demise. I would ensure Linda and Michael had their happy ending, even if it meant my own ruin. Love, Lies, and a Platinum Card
Romance Olivia Clark, an art student, found paint a permanent part of her life, just like her love for Liam Harrison, a charming musician she believed was from modest means. She scrimped and saved every penny from multiple odd jobs, not for herself, but to buy him an expensive artificial cochlear implant for his supposed congenital hearing loss. Their love bloomed in a secret, dusty studio, a world known only to them.
But one night, while working a dishwashing shift, Olivia saw Liam flashing a platinum credit card, buying drinks for friends-a bill easily topping six figures. Then, from an adjacent room, she overheard a conversation that shattered her world: Liam was no struggling musician but a billionaire heir, using her as a pawn in a cruel game to make her wealthy friend Chloe jealous. The man she loved, the man for whom she sacrificed everything, was merely playing her.
The words, crude and mocking, hit her like a physical blow. They spoke of her as a "cheap piece of trash," a disposable "maid." Liam, silent, let them tear her down. Her hand, cut and bleeding, became a stark reflection of her internal wounds. The truth, once a blinding light, now felt like a draining life force.
How could she have been so blind? How could the man who whispered promises of marriage and a good life be so utterly heartless? Had his "love" always been a performance, a twisted game? The realization that he had seen her as nothing more than an insignificant extra, a freebie in his pursuit of Chloe, left her with a chilling emptiness.
With a newfound resolve, Olivia pulled out her phone. "I've made up my mind," she told her academic advisor, her voice firm. "I'm going to Europe." She was leaving, not just a place, but a past built on lies, ready to forge a new future, free from his deception. The Day The Elevator Broke
Romance The elevator jolted, groaned, and then stopped.
My breath hitched as the lights flickered and died, plunging me into absolute darkness and the icy grip of claustrophobia.
Frantic, I called my husband, David, for help, certain he' d be my rescuer.
Instead, his voice, impatient and dismissive, carried the faint sound of music and a woman' s laughter – Ashley, his young assistant.
"Look, Sarah, I can' t right now," he said, explaining he was taking Ashley, who was faking a cold, to get medicine.
He chose his assistant over his wife, gasping for air and pleading for help.
Then he hung up.
When I finally escaped the elevator an hour later, something broke inside me, but it wasn't my spirit.
That night, I watched him from the doorway, listening as he mocked me to his friends, assuring them I was dependent and would "come around."
The next day, a photo of him and Ashley, radiating false happiness, appeared on his social media, captioned, "So grateful for my ray of sunshine."
My colleagues whispered, friends called, but there was no anger, only a profound sense of release.
He saw me as pathetic and dependent, a puzzle he'd already solved, but he was wrong.
I packed my bags, every folded shirt a step away from him, and called the one person who still saw me as Sarah-bug.
"Can I come home?" I asked, tears of relief finally falling. The Scarf That Broke Us
Romance "Let' s get a divorce, Victoria."
It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and for the ninety-ninth time, I heard those flat, bored words from my wife, Victoria, as she dismissed me for real estate analytics on her tablet.
But then, she lowered the tablet, her beautiful, cold face mocking me: "Besides, I can' t leave you right now. I' ve been poisoned."
She claimed a "love charm" from Thailand made her obsessed with her assistant, Ryan, who was the only one who could "cure" her.
She then presented me with an absurdly expensive watch for our anniversary, a symbol of "loyalty," before calmly asking me to move out so Ryan could move in for his "treatment."
Then, I saw it: my late mother' s cherished cashmere scarf, a symbol of my last tender memory, wrapped smugly around Ryan' s neck.
It was the final cut, twisting the knife in a wound I thought was numb.
"No," I said, the word startling even myself.
I walked into a gleaming skyscraper, ready to resign, only to be told Victoria' s signature was required.
She made me kneel in a crowded, high-end restaurant, forcing me to publicly declare I wasn' t good enough for her, just to sign my resignation.
I did it.
I walked out feeling nothing but a grim sense of victory, clutching the signed paper.
Then, the world shattered when news reports surfaced, not from my new life, but of her erratic behavior, even assaulting someone who spoke ill of me.
My phone rang, "Northwood Police Department."
Victoria had filed a missing person' s report.
She had found me.
"She' s on her way to your office now, sir," the officer said, "We' re sending a car over as a precaution, just to keep the peace."
My new life, so carefully built, was crumbling before my eyes because Victoria couldn' t stand to lose control.
What would I do? The Blacklisted Boyfriend
Romance The sharp sound of a key in my own front door jolted me awake on Thanksgiving night.
It wasn't my key, and it certainly wasn't my hand.
My boyfriend Matthew' s mother burst in, unleashing a tirade about me not cooking Thanksgiving dinner, followed by Matthew himself, reeking of alcohol.
Instead of intervening, Matthew demanded an apology from me, then shockingly slapped me across the face.
He proceeded to violently drag me by my hair, throwing me out of my own apartment and deadbolting the door.
When the police arrived, Matthew and his mother effortlessly played the victims, painting me as an unstable, dramatic girlfriend.
He then cornered me, his face inches from mine, threatening to ruin my career if I dared to show the security footage of his abuse.
The officers, buying their act hook, line, and sinker, dismissed it as a "family dispute," leaving me alone, violated, and trapped with my abusers while they smirked in victory.
Bruised, humiliated, and utterly betrayed, trapped in my apartment with the very man who just assaulted me, I knew I had to escape this nightmare.
That' s when I decided, the moment I get out, I would call the only person who could truly help me: my father, Harrison Johns. When Family Betrays: A Scholarship Stolen
Modern Sarah Miller, a struggling widow in a dying Rust Belt town, clung to one fragile hope: her brilliant daughter Lily's full-ride STEM scholarship to Caltech.
It was their ticket out, a future her late war hero husband, David, would have wanted.
Then, David' s seemingly helpful brother, Rich-a man Sarah always mistrusted-offered to "streamline" Lily' s scholarship application process.
But instead of the acceptance Lily deserved, a thin rejection letter arrived, quickly followed by a public announcement: Rich' s academically mediocre stepson, Chad, had won the exact same prestigious scholarship.
When Sarah confronted Rich at his lavish party, he sneered, publicly shaming Lily and accusing Sarah of seeking handouts.
In a vile display, he snatched David's revered Distinguished Service Cross, flinging it to the ground where it shattered, scattering the emblems of her husband's ultimate sacrifice like garbage.
As Chad mocked Lily with his acceptance letter, Sarah' s grief turned to a cold, burning rage.
This wasn't just about a stolen scholarship; it was a desecration, a profound insult to David' s honor and Lily' s future.
How could family betray them so cruelly?
Then, a forgotten memory resurfaced: David' s words, "If you ever face an injustice so great, contact General Peterson. He' ll remember me. He' ll help."
Clutching David's broken medals, Sarah told Lily, "Pack a bag. We' re going to Washington."
Their fight for justice had just begun. My Amnesia Prank: His Betrayal, My True Love
Romance A minor car crash on the way home, just a fender bender, and that's when a wild idea sparked in my mind.
I decided to prank my boyfriend, Michael, by feigning amnesia.
"And who are you?" I asked, feigning confusion, waiting for him to play along.
Instead, his charming smile faltered, replaced by a calculating glint I'd never seen.
He pulled out his phone, dialed his friend Alex, and whispered, "Sarah hit her head. She' s got amnesia. You're Liam, her boyfriend. I'm Mark, your best friend."
My breath hitched.
Then, I overheard him lower his voice, "Tiffany's already texting me. She' s so much less drama than Sarah, so high-maintenance."
My heart hammered with a sickening lurch.
I was just a discarded game piece, a convenient escape for him to run off with my own sorority sister.
His betrayal was swift and brutal, a public humiliation he orchestrated with chilling ease.
But as I played along, Michael' s supposed "pawn," Alex, treated me with an unexpected, gentle kindness that completely contradicted everything Michael had said.
He didn't act like someone who found me boring.
He saw me, defended me, and his eyes held a depth Michael' s never had.
Was this simply a cruel charade, or was there an unexpected truth hidden within this deception?
They thought I was a puppet, easily manipulated and rendered clueless.
They had no idea.
If Michael wanted to play a game, I decided then and there, I would play too – but by my rules, and I would expose every single one of their lies. No Longer Their Fool
Sci-fi The music was too loud, the crowd too thick. Then came the screams, the smell of smoke, the fire. My body moved to save Chloe, a reflex from a past life I shouldn't remember, a life where her disgust and obsession with her childhood crush, Ethan, had led to my suicide. But then the cruel memories flooded back: Chloe, my girlfriend, reaching for Ethan Hayes amidst the chaos, screaming his name.
I tried to pull her away, but she shrieked, yanking free, choosing him. I let her go. Her mother publicly shamed me. Chloe and Ethan, now campus heroes, revelled in their 'tragic romance,' while my life became a living hell. Then came the bombshell: Ethan was my estranged father's illegitimate son, and they both waltzed into my exclusive robotics lab, orchestrated by him. They framed me, painted me as the jealous ex, leading to my suspension.
Why was history repeating, yet so much worse? I was the villain, they the victims, but I knew their twisted truth. Chloe's calculated manipulation, Ethan's cruel games, my father's puppetry – this wasn't just heartbreak; it was a setup designed to ruin me. My past life's pain was a shield now, a brutal teacher.
But they underestimated me. I'd been here before. This time, my eyes were wide open. A discreet security camera, a digital recorder-their every lie, their every malicious move, would be exposed. My life would be different. It had to be. I wouldn't be their fool again. 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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