Yue Rujing
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Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Werewolf I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. His Walking Blood Bank: The Unwanted Wife
Romance For three years, I played the perfect wife to billionaire Delano Gates, hoping my quiet devotion would eventually melt his frozen heart.
On our third anniversary, he stood me up. Instead, I received an anonymous text with screenshots of his chat with his mistress.
The messages revealed a sickening truth: my rare Rh-null blood was the only reason he married me.
I wasn't his wife; I was a walking, breathing blood bag to keep his true love alive.
When I handed him the divorce papers, he tore them to pieces.
"I will not agree to a divorce until Fanny's condition is completely stable. You're not going anywhere."
He threatened to bankrupt my father's sinking company if I dared to leak the truth.
Then, he locked me inside his sprawling estate, placing guards at every door and confiscating my phone.
He even ordered professionals to manage my diet and sleep, just to ensure his 'blood source' remained healthy.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, my three years of love reduced to a mere medical supply for another woman.
Did he really think his cruelty and wealth could force me to be her literal lifeline forever?
Staring at the newly barred windows, I picked up a sharp silver letter opener.
Without hesitation, I slashed it across my own wrist.
If spilling my own blood was the only way to trigger a medical emergency and open those iron gates, then I would gladly pay the price for my freedom. Too Late For Regret: The Betrayed Heiress
Romance Chloe Montgomery was supposed to marry Devon Hale, the man who faithfully stood by her when vicious rumors ruined her reputation five years ago.
But while trying on wedding gowns, she overheard a conversation through a cracked door that shattered her world.
"Paid the guy to spread those rumors, tank her reputation. Made her look like damaged goods no one else would touch."
Devon was the one who destroyed her. Worse, he was only marrying her now to drain her trust fund to save his company, while secretly having an affair with her sister, Olivia. When Chloe confronted her family, her mother slapped her across the face and kicked her out. Days later, Olivia taunted Chloe with the truth, then deliberately threw herself into the freezing Hudson River, dragging Chloe down with her.
Devon dove into the icy water without a second thought. But he swam straight past Chloe, hauling her fake-sobbing sister to safety and leaving Chloe to drown in the black depths.
As her lungs burned and the darkness closed in, a soul-crushing despair washed over her. How could five years of supposed adoration be a calculated lie? Why did her own blood hate her enough to watch her die?
But she didn't die. Pulled from the abyss by a Wall Street titan who publicly exposed their lie, the last shred of Chloe's fragile heart turned to steel. She went home, threw her diamond ring into the garbage disposal, and prepared to burn Devon's life to the ground. The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback
Romance Six years ago, I was driven out of Manhattan with nothing but the clothes on my back.
My two-year-old son, Alex, was dead, and I was branded the monster who killed him.
My husband, Corwin, threw me away without a second glance, choosing to protect his new fiancée—my cousin Evelina, the real murderer.
When I finally returned to their elite engagement party, everyone thought I was still that pathetic, broken woman.
Evelina dug her acrylic nails into my skin, warning me to stay away from her man.
Corwin looked at me like I was rotting garbage.
To publicly humiliate me at their private yacht party, he forced me to drink three full bottles of neat whiskey in front of the city's elite.
"For every drop you spill, I add another bottle," he commanded coldly.
I drank until my stomach tore open, collapsing onto shattered glass and coughing up dark red blood while they watched with predatory joy.
They thought they had won. They thought I was finally destroyed.
They didn't know the trembling hands and the terrified tears were all a carefully calculated act.
I wiped the blood from my chin and smiled.
I didn't come back to this city to clear my name or beg for forgiveness.
I came back to drag every single one of them to hell. Allowance, Lies, and a Secret Ex
Modern My husband, Jerrold, rushed out for an emergency IT call, leaving his phone behind. A bank alert flashed across the screen: a $2,500 mortgage payment to his ex-wife, Jackie Reid.
My heart sank. For five years, he' d told me his take-home pay was only $4,000 a month, and I struggled to cover our family' s expenses on the meager $1,200 allowance he gave me.
When I confronted him, he stammered excuses, and his parents, who knew all along, defended his 'obligation' to his past.
But the lies ran deeper. I soon discovered his real income was over double what he claimed, and our entire five-year marriage was built on a foundation of deceit to pay for his guilt over cheating on his first wife.
He had me clipping coupons and telling our son, Leo, 'no' to simple treats, all while he secretly funneled $150,000 of our money to his ex. He wasn't just lying; he was stealing our future.
That's when I stopped crying and started collecting evidence. I hired a lawyer and walked into that courtroom ready to take back every penny he stole from me and our son. When Dead Husbands Walk Again
Horror The day Michael Miller came back from the dead was a Tuesday. I was in my home office, the one that used to be his, when the doorbell rang, followed by a commotion downstairs. A man' s voice, familiar yet chillingly out of place, echoed through the house.
It was Michael Miller, my husband, whose funeral I' d attended three years ago. He stood there, healthy and tanned, not alone. A blonde woman clung to his arm, and beside them, two children with his dark hair and pale blue eyes stared up at me, their faces hostile.
"Ava," he said, his voice smooth, as if he' d just returned from a business trip. "I' m home." He introduced the woman as Chloe Davis and the children as Jasper and Ruby, explaining casually that he had faked his death to escape crushing debts. He expected me to accept them, to move into a guest room, to welcome his new family into our home.
His mother, Eleanor, and siblings, Sarah and Ben, burst in, not with shock, but relief, claiming amnesia had kept him away. They sided with him, Eleanor even suggesting I move to the guest cottage. The family I had tirelessly saved from ruin, the company I' d rebuilt from scratch after his "death," now saw me as an inconvenience, a lingering ghost in my own life.
I thought of the child we were supposed to have, the one I lost due to the stress of saving his company, of dealing with his fake death. The painful memory of my miscarriage, alone in this big, empty house, while he was off starting a new life, a new family.
Then, Chloe' s son, Jasper, kicked my shin and called me an "old witch." Chloe giggled. The dam holding back my buried grief and rage shattered. I looked at their arrogant faces, their triumphant sneers. They had no idea who I had become in the fire of his betrayal. They didn' t know the thriving Miller Corp was no longer theirs. It was mine. Playing Their Game, Winning My Life
Billionaires The exclusive bar hummed with the city' s elite, and from my secluded booth, I had a perfect view of my brother, Ethan, and my fiancé, Noah, holding court at the bar.
They were betting on me, on my future, confident I was a nervous wreck after a minor accident, completely unaware I was meticulously listening to every word.
I had been back with the wealthy Smith family for six months, a life everyone envied: a mansion, endless credit, an influential fiancé.
But it was all a charade; beneath the surface, I was nothing more than their pawn, their trophy, targeted by my brother' s arrogance and my fiancé' s oppressive control, while the adopted daughter, Chloe, simmered with resentment.
I was a victim, a fragile damsel in distress. Everyone saw it but me.
I watched them, learned their weaknesses, and then I orchestrated my own engagement to Noah, making him believe he was securing the true heiress, all while pulling his strings.
They were consumed by their petty rivalries, completely blind to the game I was playing, a game where their arrogance was my ultimate weapon.
Their bet on me was just the beginning; I was playing for a much bigger prize.
With chilling precision, I created scenarios, fanned their egos, and subtly moved them into positions where they would self-destruct, all while I appeared to be the struggling, innocent girl.
I was merely the quiet, fragile girl they thought they were protecting.
They talked about winning, but they had no idea they were already losing.
The truth was, I wasn't just in the game; I was the game master, and they were all about to find out exactly what happens when you underestimate a Smith. Poisoned Prophecy
Fantasy My mother, Evelyn, was born deaf-mute, burdened by an ancient prophecy: she would speak three times, and disaster would follow each utterance.
I, Sarah, grew up under this constant, quiet dread.
The first words came when I was a teenager, a rough whisper to my father, David: "Don't go, David."
Hours later, he plunged from our high-rise balcony, an "accident" that shattered our lives.
But I saw the grainy security footage: Mom stood in the doorway, simply watching him fall, her face a chilling, unreadable mask.
She then vanished to her hometown, Blackwood Creek, leaving me with a growing, terrible suspicion.
Five years passed, my fiancé Mark brought a fragile peace, but Mom's cryptic second words to him at a public dinner reignited the whispers.
The next night, Mark was climbing his balcony railing, vacant-eyed, just like Dad, saved only by his parents' timely intervention.
Then, the staticky, desperate phone call: Mom's third utterance, "Sarah, listen to me. You have to get away... Mama loves you."
Her voice was raw with terror, not manipulation.
Moments later, the news screamer: Evelyn Hayes found dead, an apparent suicide in Blackwood Creek.
Suicide? After that warning, after that desperate love?
My heart screamed; the official story felt like a carefully constructed lie designed to hide something monstrous.
I refused to believe it.
My mother's last terrifying words, her love, and her impossible death demanded answers.
Blackwood Creek held those secrets, and I swore to uncover them, no matter the cost. Happily Ever After, Without You
Modern Five years ago, I drove away from Boston, vowing never to look back at the city that had shattered my world.
I had meticulously rebuilt my life in Portland, nurturing a freelance design business, a loving marriage with my supportive husband, David, and a joyful life with our son, Leo.
But a mandatory design conference now pulled me back, forcing me to confront the ghosts of a past I had believed were long buried.
The first ghost appeared in the form of Jessica Bellwether, a former sorority sister, whose familiar laugh cut through the convention center's buzz.
She approached me with that same pitying smile, mentioning "him."
"He still talks about you," she whispered conspiratorially, her words a deliberate jab.
"If you just admitted your mistake, he' d take you back."
Mistake? That singular word plunged me back into the nightmare of my own rehearsal dinner.
I was there, in a beautiful white dress, standing before two hundred of Boston' s elite, when Ethan Hayes, my fiancé, produced a sheaf of printed messages.
He publicly branded me a deceitful woman, twisting my most intimate expressions of grief for my beloved, deceased brother, Mark, into fabricated evidence of a secret lover.
Chloe Vance, his ambitious colleague, had orchestrated the deception, and he, in his blind fury and pride, had cast me aside without a single question.
My world disintegrated on that elegant ballroom floor, a public execution orchestrated by the man who had promised me forever.
How could he have so easily devoured such a monstrous lie, so readily destroying me and the memory of my brother?
The sheer unfairness and the profound pain of his betrayal had lingered for half a decade, a scar hidden beneath my newfound peace.
Now, Ethan, hearing whispers of my quiet happiness, has tracked me across the country.
He' s invaded my serene Portland life, demanding answers, accusing me of abandoning him.
His audacious presence has rekindled a righteous anger I swore I' d never feel again.
This time, I won' t just walk away; I will speak my truth, and he will finally hear the brutal reality of what he truly did. The Unseen Culprit
Xuanhuan The scent of lavender oil was thick in the air, a constant reminder of my new life as a blind massage therapist.
Years ago, while proctoring an SAT exam, my sight inexplicably vanished, leaving me to navigate a world of sound and touch.
But my quiet existence shattered when two familiar voices, brimming with arrogance, drifted in: Vic Stone, boasting about cheating, and David Miller, whispering about 'the culprit' who was 'right there in the exam room' when I went blind.
My hands froze, my heart hammering as the full, horrifying realization hit me: my tragedy wasn't a freak accident, but a premeditated attack.
My entire life, my career, my very existence, had been stolen by someone in that room.
Who was this mastermind, hiding in plain sight?
Why me?
And what did David know that he couldn't openly say?
The injustice burned hotter than any anger I'd ever known.
Before I could demand answers, a sudden, blinding pain plunged me into a different kind of darkness.
Yet, I gasped awake, light flooding my vision, back in that SAT room on the very day it happened.
I was Michael Davies, proctor, again – with a terrifying second chance to stop my own undoing, and expose the monster who stole my life. 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. 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 Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. The 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. Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate
Only_Shila For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me. 
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