Yi Yanni
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Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Alpha King
Werewolf My fiancé returned from the front lines as a celebrated war hero, and the entire estate was buzzing with excitement.
But he didn't come back alone. He walked into the drawing room fingers laced with a fierce female general.
In front of all the servants, he publicly broke our engagement.
"The war changed me. I need a true warrior by my side, not a porcelain doll," he announced coldly.
His mother then demanded I swallow the humiliation gracefully and leave my massive dowry behind to fund their lavish, debt-ridden lifestyle.
In my past life, I was too weak. I cried, begged, and let them drain my family's wealth.
I watched helplessly as they used my gold to build their glory, while my uncle was killed and my entire family was dragged into absolute ruin.
They thought I was just a stepping stone they could discard and leech off forever without any consequences.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the drawing room on the exact day he brought his new lover home.
Instead of fainting in despair, I smiled and calmly wished them well.
Then, I immediately ordered all my businesses to cut off the Terrell family's funding, packed up my dowry, and rode straight to the Royal Court.
This time, I chose to be the express train sending them to hell. The True Heiress Makes Her Spectacular Comeback
Modern I was adopted by the wealthy Sterling family ten years ago, believing I finally had a real home.
But on the night of my sister Serena's Ivy League celebration, I realized my "loving" adoptive mother was the one who pushed me into the freezing Hudson River.
They didn't just steal my perfect SAT score to secure Serena's future. They had drained my biological parents' trust fund to cover their failed business ventures. When I crashed the ballroom dripping wet, exposing a brutal boat propeller scar on my shoulder, my adoptive father publicly called me a delusional, ungrateful orphan. My adoptive brother even tried to violently attack me in my own bedroom. They wanted me dead just to protect their stolen wealth and fake reputation.
I gave them ten years of my life, yet they traded my survival in the freezing currents without a second thought. I couldn't understand how a family could be so monstrous, smiling for the cameras while leaving me to drown in the dark.
"The Sterlings adopted you for a charity board seat, but you are the direct descendant of the Astor family."
Hearing the truth about my real bloodline from the man who rescued me, my heart turned to ice. Now, stepping into the VIP hospital room with my silver needles to save my dying biological grandfather from a corrupt doctor, I made a vow. I am dropping the Sterling name forever, and I will take everything from them. Sent to Die: The Defiant Luna's Revenge
Werewolf Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."
The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.
Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."
I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.
Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.
To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.
As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.
Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.
The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.
But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.
Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.
I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.
And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.
"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.
"I believe you're sitting in my seat." My Brother's Betrayal, My Lover's Lies
Modern I thought my life was perfect. I had a loving boyfriend of five years, Jaxon, and was getting ready to celebrate my brother Hanson' s wedding. I even picked out the perfect cream-colored dress for the rehearsal dinner.
But that perfect world shattered when I found Jaxon in the parking garage, tangled up with my brother' s fiancée, Karla. They had been having an affair for three years.
When I tried to expose them, they twisted the story, painting me as a jealous liar trying to ruin the wedding.
My own brother, Hanson, believed them. He slapped me across the face, his eyes filled with hate.
"You stay away from this wedding," he snarled. "If you try to ruin this, I swear, I will make you regret it."
Jaxon just stood there, choosing his mistress over me, watching as my own family turned on me.
They thought they had broken me, casting me out as the crazy, unstable sister.
But as I fled that night, I made a vow.
They would all pay. And I would be the one to collect. Invisible Wife, Undying Love
Billionaires For ten years, I was the invisible Mrs. Perry, the woman everyone mocked for clinging to a man who openly despised her. They called me pathetic, a social climber with no self-respect.
But they didn't know the truth. My devotion wasn't for Cameron; it was for his brother, Jessie, the man I truly loved, who supposedly died a decade ago. My ten-year pact to protect Cameron for Jessie was almost over.
Then, Cassandra Foreman, Cameron's ex and the woman he still loved, made a comeback. She was in an accident, and Cameron was ready to risk his life to save her. I stepped in, donating my rare blood, collapsing from the effort.
Cameron never came to my side. Instead, he brought Cassandra home, ordering me to care for her. She tormented me, framing me for her self-inflicted injuries, and Cameron, blind with devotion, punished me. He threw me out in the rain, accused me of trying to kill her, and even tried to drown me.
Why did I endure this humiliation? Why did I stay, even when he told me he would never love me, even if I died for him?
Because I had a promise to keep. But now, the promise is fulfilled. I' m going to find Jessie. Their Lamb Becomes The Storm
Romance For seven years, I thought I was their cherished princess. My father had adopted seven boys to be my guardians, my "brothers," and I was happily engaged to their leader, Julian, the man I'd loved my whole life.
That illusion shattered when I overheard him confessing his true plan to Lily, the girl I had treated like a sister.
"Once I marry her and secure the O'Hara estate, everything will be ours," he said, his voice cold. "She's just a means to an end."
Their betrayal didn't stop there. Days later, they tried to kill me. In our family's ancient wine cellar, a place of history and pride, they sabotaged a rack holding a multi-ton oak barrel. Lily gave the order, and another of my guardians, Ryan, carried it out. The barrel was meant to crush me, to make my death look like a tragic accident. They hadn't just broken my heart; they tried to break my bones.
I realized they were all in on it. The seven men sworn to protect me were a pack of wolves, and I was the lamb they were fattening for the slaughter, all for the sake of their manipulative queen, Lily.
They thought I was a fragile doll they could easily discard.
But my father once told me, "An O'Hara is never a victim. We are the storm." At my 21st birthday party, the night they tried to humiliate me in front of the world, I decided it was time to show them all what a storm really looks like. Betrayed Bride: His Cruelest Debt
Romance My wedding to the brilliant surgeon, Dr. Kason Ortiz, was postponed again. For the fifth time. This time, it was a car accident, a suspicious one, just like all the others.
Then, I overheard Kason and his ambitious resident, Jaye Hinton, talking. The "accidents" weren't accidents at all; they were meticulously planned acts of sabotage by Kason to avoid marrying me.
He was doing it to repay a debt: his father's debt to mine, who took the fall for his family's legal scandal. Kason, the man I loved, was systematically hurting me, hoping I'd break and call off the wedding myself.
The betrayal cut deeper than any physical injury. My father, who sacrificed his freedom for the Ortiz family, had unknowingly bound me to my tormentor. Kason even used my father's life as leverage, leading to his death in prison.
He then allowed Jaye to "accidentally" destroy my father's ashes and deliberately damage my vocal cords during surgery, leaving me voiceless and broken.
Why was he so cruel? Why did he hate me so much? What kind of man would destroy everything I held dear just to escape an obligation?
But I wouldn't be his victim. I would not be his debt. I would be free. My Wife, My Best Friend, Their Deceit
Romance My best friend Kevin invited me to his dad' s 60th birthday, a big celebration because his dad had terminal cancer. My wife, Olivia, couldn't make it; she was on a two-week work trip in Europe, a crucial conference for her career.
But when I arrived at the party, I saw Olivia, kneeling before Mr. and Mrs. Miller, performing a "daughter-in-law tea" ceremony, dressed in a way I' d never seen. Then I heard Kevin' s relative say, "Kevin is so lucky. His fiancée is just wonderful." Fiancée. The word crushed me.
Olivia' s practiced smile froze when she saw me. She pulled me aside, whispering, "Ethan, what are you doing here? It's not what you think." Kevin then appeared, claiming it was a "little white lie" for his dying father, wanting to see him settled. Olivia eagerly agreed, pleading with me to keep quiet, "just for today."
They stood there, my wife and my best friend, united in their deceit, asking me to participate in my own humiliation. A cold clarity washed over me. "For your dad's dying wish? Does his dying wish also include a grandchild to complete the 'four-generation' picture? Are you pregnant, too?"
The air turned to ice. Olivia recoiled, then feigned outrage, calling me "cruel." Her gaslighting was instant. Later that night, I went home to retrieve belongings and found them passionately kissing on my couch. "It's... it's not what it looks like!" she gasped, but I pulled out my phone, recording, "Save it for the judge. I want a divorce. And I'm keeping the dog." Marriage of Deceit: A Father's Return
Billionaires The smoky air of the private club was my weekly escape, a poker game with the only family I had left after my life fell apart.
Then a sharp knock on the door, uncharacteristic and unwelcome, shattered the peace.
It was my daughter, Emily, standing there, dressed in expensive clothes that screamed wealth but fit her poorly, her face a mask of impatient demand. "Are you Liam?" she asked, her tone sharp.
The name "Emily" hit me like a physical blow. Not the sweet girl with pigtails I remembered, but a cold stranger who now sneered with her mother' s malicious confidence.
She was getting married, she announced, but her intent wasn't sharing joy. It was a thinly veiled directive, a command for me to be present for the "family's image."
The look of disgust in her eyes, a mirror of my ex-wife Sarah' s, confirmed it. She saw me as a pathetic relic, just as Sarah had poisoned her mind into believing I was an unfit father, a failed businessman, the reason for all their problems.
My heart, long numbed, flickered with a bitter anger. The sheer audacity, the entitlement-it was all Sarah, channeled through the daughter I no longer knew.
"I don't," I told my friends, eyes hard. "Not anymore." But as I said it, a new thought began to form. A wedding was a public affair, a stage. Maybe it was time to collect a debt. Betrayal's Embrace: Frozen in Love
Romance The charity auction was supposed to be my triumph, a celebration of my late father' s legacy.
Instead, it became the shocking public display of my fiancée, Olivia, seven months pregnant with my best friend Mark' s child, brazenly bidding against me for my father' s most prized work.
This wasn' t their first betrayal, or their second. I had forgiven Olivia endlessly, only for her to smash my heart and trust into a million pieces.
I proposed a separation, seeking one sliver of dignity, but Olivia brought Mark to live in our home and shredded the agreement, claiming I was still hers.
Then, the inconceivable happened. Mark poisoned Olivia' s unborn child and framed me, leading to her miscarriage and my imprisonment in our wine cellar.
Chained and freezing, I overheard Olivia and Mark engaging in muffled intimacy just outside my icy prison.
"Ethan," Olivia whispered, "This really is… the last time."
Those words, that betrayal, extinguished the last spark of my existence. I froze to death, a statue of despair in my own wine cellar.
My soul watched as Olivia discovered my frozen body and unleashed a terrifying retribution, torturing Mark to his death in a hospital morgue.
But even with my revenge served, her desperate pleas for me to "come back" held no sway.
I had been trapped for too long.
It was time to finally be free. Chloe Vance's Reckoning
Romance My phone buzzed against the polished wood of my desk, a low, insistent hum, but I didn' t need to look. I knew it was Mark, calling about Ethan.
He was on the roof of The Onyx, threatening to fly. And of course, Sarah was there, his childhood sweetheart, the constant shadow to our sham of a marriage.
Humiliation was a familiar fire, but tonight, it burned hotter. This public spectacle was designed to hurt me, a transaction gone wrong-my life for my family's legacy.
My brilliant, tech mogul husband, the man I' d married because he looked exactly like Leo, the boy I'd loved my entire life, lay there, groaning in pain. He' d risked it all for her.
The doctor said it was just a superficial burn, but my obsessive need for a full scan revealed his injuries were minor. That last flicker of desperate, projected love for a dying man, it simply vanished.
He hadn't been my dying love, and I had been a fool.
I walked out of that hospital, leaving him bewildered. Three days later, I handed him the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT." He thought I was bluffing, that I wanted more money.
"I just want to be free," I told him, the finality in my voice unmistakable. But he refused. He told me I was stuck with him, the real him, for as long as he wanted.
He thought he could break me, but he had no idea who I was. I would not hide, and I would not cower. I was Chloe Vance, and this was just the beginning of my fight. The Phoenix Bride: Call and Lie
Romance It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. My wedding to Liam Vance, the tech mogul, a man I loved and trusted with my whole heart.
Then, a text from an unknown number shattered my perfect world: a photo of a woman's hand, a massive diamond ring mirroring mine, resting on his custom wedding suit sleeve. The message: "Is this the wedding dress you designed for me? It's beautiful, Ava. Liam is a lucky man."
My blood ran cold as I recognized Chloe, Liam's "terminally ill" ex-business partner, reflected in the photo. He had been spinning elaborate lies, claiming to comfort her in her final days, while he was secretly planning a wedding with her, using our venue, on our day. Every hushed phone call, every late night "crisis" at work – it all clicked into place. I was just a naive fool, part of his elaborate facade.
The white roses he' d sent me that morning wilted, mirroring my dying love. A smudge of Chloe's garish pink lipstick on his suit sleeve, brought into my studio, was the final insult. Anger, cold and sharp, replaced my heartbreak.
He called, spinning yet another lie about a server meltdown, postponing our wedding. But as I listened to the string quartet playing in the background of his call, a new, dangerous resolve hardened within me. He wanted a wedding that day? Fine. He was going to get one. But it wouldn't be his. I was going to rewrite the entire script, and it would be a masterpiece of public humiliation. The Heiress Who Took Over Her Kidnapping
Romance I was a desperate ex-Marine, my sister Lily' s life hanging by a thread, her experimental treatment demanding a quarter-million dollars I didn' t have.
My solution? Kidnap tech heiress Clara Hayes, but instead of the terrified victim I expected, she calmly asked, "You're Leo Maxwell, right?"
She then mocked my amateur ransom note, took over raising the demanded five million dollars, and used her own phone, completely exposing my incompetence.
Then, during a storm, her bipolar disorder spiraled into a terrifying depressive episode, forcing me to call her psychiatrist, only to inadvertently attract the real fugitive, "Viper," to our cabin.
Trapped between my unpredictable captive, her compassionate doctor, and a violent armed criminal, my desperate plan to save Lily had become a nightmarish, impossible situation.
Just as Viper prepared to kill me, Clara shielded me, taking a bullet that, along with her emergency SOS, brought the police finally ending the chaos and unexpectedly opening a new, hopeful-and utterly insane-path for us both. The Million-Dollar Escape
Romance I was a struggling musician in Brooklyn, barely making ends meet.
Then I found Vic, an amnesiac girl with wide, scared eyes, and my world changed.
We shared instant noodles and cheap wine, her laughter filling my cramped studio.
She believed in my music, even when I didn't, and her gift of my grandmother' s vintage guitar pick became a symbol of our pure, impossible love.
But then, Vic remembered her past.
She transformed into Victoria Ashford, a cold, sharp heiress, returning to her glittering world.
The woman who once fussed over my paper cuts now looked at me with polite indifference.
Our profound connection was replaced by her mother' s demands and Spencer Hayes, her new, polished fiancé.
I became her humiliation, a relic from a life she disavowed.
At a lavish gala, she dismissed my pain when Spencer' s friends deliberately crushed my guitar hand.
The hand I needed for every note, every chord, now irrevocably damaged.
My music, my livelihood, my very soul, was shattered as she stood by, unmoving.
How could the girl who understood my deepest dreams become this calculating stranger?
How could she watch my life' s passion be destroyed without a flicker of remorse?
The truth was colder than any winter: she saw my suffering as mere inconvenience.
Then, her mother offered me a million dollars to disappear.
A breakup fee for a love she never recognized.
I took it, not as defeat, but as the only way to escape the golden cage and rebuild.
I left, determined to forge a new path, far from the echoes of what we once were. The Man Who Truly Saw Me
Billionaires For fifteen years, my life revolved around Ethan Hayes.
I sacrificed everything to follow him to New York, even changing myself because he liked "no-fuss" girls.
Our marriage, he said, was just a practical arrangement for his company's IPO.
I worked tirelessly as his Director of Operations, always hoping he'd truly see me, love me back.
Then Chloe Vance arrived.
She swiftly sabotaged my crucial investor presentation, leaking intimate photos, and Ethan publicly blamed me, his wife, to protect her.
Hours later, I found Chloe wearing my robe, spraying my perfume, as Ethan laughed and still called me "buddy."
The divorce papers he'd given me on our wedding night felt terrifyingly real.
The final betrayal came when Chloe forced me to eat a super spicy dinner, knowing my sensitive stomach.
Ethan threatened my team's funding if I refused.
Doubled over in pain from acute gastritis, I called him, begging for help.
He hung up to rush Chloe, who had a twisted ankle, to the ER.
Later, after a horrific skiing accident I thought I wouldn't survive, I lay broken in the snow and asked him, "What am I to you?"
His chilling reply: "Right now? A liability."
Then the clinic confirmed the devastating truth: due to the fall, I had miscarried our child.
His child.
The man I had loved for fifteen years, the man who coldly abandoned me in my darkest hour, didn't even know.
Didn't care.
That was the turning point.
The delusion shattered.
The woman who clung to hope was gone.
I signed the divorce papers, not with sorrow, but with profound clarity.
My true friend, Liam, was there to pick up the pieces, ready to help me build a new life, finally free. You might like
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. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. The Alpha'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. 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." Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King
Krystal Contract Marriage+Kickass Heroine+Hidden Identity+Regret
For two long years, Aria Smith devoted everything to Ethan Holt, convinced she was his beloved Luna and his fated mate.
Until a trip to replace her lost marriage certificate shattered every lie.
Ethan had never loved her. Her closest best friend Clara was his real destined mate. The adopted son Aria had raised with all her love for two years was actually their biological child.
Before she could process the brutal truth, a sudden call overturned her whole life. She was not a lonely, powerless human orphan as she had always believed. She was the sole legitimate heir to Vincent Smith's staggering cross-realm fortune, inheriting his massive business empire that dominated both human and werewolf worlds.
Her heart completely broken, Aria made her choice without hesitation.
"I am single. Legally, I have never been anyone's wife."
She cut off all ties with the Silver Creek Pack and stepped into her rightful identity as a billionaire heiress overnight.
Ethan and Clara mocked her relentlessly. They believed the helpless human orphan could never survive outside the pack, and she would soon come crawling back begging for forgiveness.
They never foresaw the day they met again.
When Aria returned, she was no longer the humble, gentle human Luna who lived for Ethan. She stood powerful, wealthy, and untouchable, holding unmatched commercial power that shook the entire werewolf realm.
And right by her side stood a dominant, peerless Alpha King-someone far more powerful than Ethan could ever dare to rival, ready to burn the whole world down for her revenge. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. 
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