Zhu Gong
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Rejected by the Alpha, Chosen by the Lycan King
Werewolf My fated mate, Alpha Caleb, finally returned from the borders after a full year.
But he didn't come back alone. He brought a fragile Omega named Selene, announcing she was carrying his pup, and ordered me to serve her.
When I resisted, he used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees.
To please his mistress, he sent my brother on a suicide mission, ordered his guards to shatter my arm with a silver rod, and humiliated my father until he threw himself onto the castle spears.
When rogues breached our estate and took Selene hostage, Caleb didn't hesitate.
"Take her. She is the Luna. A far more valuable piece of collateral."
He shoved me right into the rogue's chest to save his mistress.
A silver sword pierced straight through my heart.
As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, I didn't understand.
We had grown up together. He had sworn under the moonlight to protect me and my family forever.
Why did he destroy everything I loved for a manipulative Omega? Why did he trade my life so easily?
Opening my eyes again, the burning fever of my first Shift washed over me.
I was back five years in the past, on the very day Caleb came to my room to solidify our bond.
This time, I looked at the monster who ruined my life and spoke the sacred words of Rejection. The Jilted Heiress: Her Secret Billionaire Life
Modern I returned to the city for the only person who ever truly loved me-my dying grandfather. As the "forgettable" daughter of the wealthy Clemons family, I had spent years hiding my true identity as a world-class elite behind oversized hoodies and a silent, exhausted demeanor.
But the welcome home was a nightmare. My family made it clear I was nothing more than a parasite, unaware that I had just saved a powerful stranger's life on the train or that I was the silent partner of the very club they were visiting.
While they sipped champagne in a VIP penthouse I had secretly upgraded for them, they left me standing outside in a freezing downpour for hours. My cousin Belle recorded me, laughing as she called me a "drowned rat" for her social media followers. My father, Glyn, even sent me a formal notice revoking my access to the family trust, thinking he was cutting off my only means of survival. He had no idea my private bank account held eighty-five million dollars. The betrayal cut even deeper when I discovered the darkest truth: they were swapping my grandfather's life-saving medication for cheap generics just to pocket the extra cash.
I stood in the mud, watching the people who shared my DNA celebrate their greed while they slowly killed the man who raised me. How could they be so blind? How could they treat me like trash while they lived off the crumbs of my secret success?
"Enjoy it while it lasts," I whispered against the cold glass. I was done playing the victim and done hiding in the shadows to protect their fragile egos.
I pulled out my encrypted phone and dialed my head of security. As an armored Range Rover pulled up to the curb and the city's most dangerous man watched me from the shadows, I realized I was done being the "charity case." It was time to show the Clemons family who really owned this city. Ghost of a Wife: His Regret
Billionaires My husband, Mark Davis, a tech titan, paraded his 100th mistress, a social media starlet named Brittany, right in front of me at a high-profile gala.
"The young lady had an unfortunate accident; her dress is torn," he sneered, his eyes cold and sharp. "Chloe, lend her yours for the evening. And then take her to the suite upstairs. Make sure she' s perfectly clean."
I casually placed my champagne glass down, pulled a folded divorce agreement from my clutch, and handed it to him.
"Divorce Agreement," I stated, my voice devoid of emotion. The crowd whispered, scoffing that I'd be begging him back in days, as always. Mark just smirked, tenderly kissing Brittany's forehead, telling her, "She just needs to be reminded of her place."
He had no idea. My spirit, my very soul, had already departed. The woman he still believed he tormented was merely a shell. I was already gone. Mark was screaming at a ghost, and the foundations of his world were about to crumble. No Turning Back Now, Liam
Romance The sheets were still warm, Liam' s scent clinging to the pillows, a familiar comfort in his minimalist apartment.
This was our routine for years-best friends who' d blurred the lines into something I thought was real, a future we were building.
Then he walked out of the bathroom, casually announcing Olivia, his high school "what if," was back in town; my architectural advice, my city knowledge, repurposed for her date.
The name hit me, cold and hard, a revelation that crumbled my world: I was just a convenience, an "easy" placeholder until his long-lost love returned.
He left for Olivia' s date, leaving me shattered and exposed in his bed, the realization hitting me like a physical blow-I was simply a tool in a game I didn't even know I was playing.
The ultimate betrayal came when he and Olivia, after a car accident where he only cared for her scraped wrist, accused me of being dramatic, and Olivia herself, a toxic sweet poison, physically attacked me, turning Liam' s hatred directly on me.
"You psycho! You attacked her!" he roared, utterly convinced by her performance, telling me I was "dead to him."
My world, my love, my trust-all annihilated in one devastating night, with the final blow being his utterly blind, unwavering belief in her lies.
I watched my life with him, 20 years of friendship and love, reduced to ashes by his callous disregard and an impossible betrayal that left me no choice.
There was only one way out, one way to reclaim myself from the ruins he had created.
I booked a one-way ticket to Vienna, leaving everything behind, finally ready to build a life on my own terms, block by block, note by note, without him. The Erased Son
Billionaires I was a new dad, celebrating my son's one-month birthday at my wealthy in-laws' stunning Napa estate.
Life felt perfect, despite my manipulative father-in-law's constant urging to drink.
I woke up with a pounding headache to a nightmare: my baby boy was gone.
In his crib, lay a baby girl, a complete stranger.
My wife, Chloe, and her parents gaslit me, denying my son ever existed.
They accused me of being drunk, of rejecting my own child.
The world blurred as I was framed for the infant girl's murder.
My entire digital life was rewritten, my son's existence erased.
Labeled a monster, I was swiftly condemned and executed.
The horror was unimaginable, the confusion absolute as I died.
But then, I jolted awake, back on that same couch, the party still faintly audible.
It was happening again-the terrifying loop of my son's disappearance and my impending doom.
Was I insane, or was this a meticulously crafted, cruel conspiracy?
This time, the confusion vanished; a cold certainty set in.
I wouldn't just be a victim; I would be ready.
I would expose their twisted game, reclaim my son, and end this nightmare once and for all. Borrowed Time, Stolen Life
Modern I gave my best friend, Julian, one of my kidneys.
It was a simple decision; he was family.
Later, when my father fell ill, needing a transplant, I offered my remaining kidney, willing to risk my own life for him.
But then Chloe, my fiancée, abandoned me.
A week later, her Instagram was flooded with pictures: happy, healthy Julian, and my Chloe, married, on lavish vacations.
I was left with a dying father and crippling debt.
That' s when Vicky Hayes, a childhood friend from a powerful healthcare family, appeared, promising salvation.
She covered all the medical bills, became my rock, and eventually, my wife.
Yet, my father died after the operation, and I was left with an artificial kidney, a constant reminder of my sacrifice.
Six years of agony, six years of marriage, and I stumbled upon a conversation that shattered my world.
My father never received that kidney.
Julian didn't even critically need it.
Vicky, my wife, had orchestrated everything, a monstrous lie built on my life and my father's death.
She chose Julian over everything, over us.
The woman I loved, who saved me, stood revealed as the architect of my deepest pain.
Every day of agony, every loss, was her design.
How could I have been so blind?
My world spun, my blood ran cold, but a chilling clarity descended.
This wasn't just betrayal; this was a calculated destruction.
I grabbed my phone, pressed record, and began to plan. The Woman He Underestimated
Modern The newsroom hummed on a Monday, just another day at the Johnson County Chronicle. My husband, Mark, the owner, was supposedly on an "urgent business trip" in Springfield.
Then I saw it: his rarely used Instagram had a new post. Mark, arm around Tiffany Hayes, the new social media girl, at our local Fall Harvest Festival. Smiling, too close, sharing a cider donut. My breath stopped. He wasn't gone; he was here, with her.
I instinctively tapped 'like'. A quiet "I see you." Moments later, Mark called. Furious. "What the hell was that? Trying to embarrass me?" He snapped. He accused me of being a "jealous teenager," aggressively defending Tiffany. The next day, she publicly twisted my 'like' into a classist insult on Slack. Then Mark' s public decree: "Apologize, or you're suspended."
Suspended? From the paper I' d built for seven years? He wanted me to apologize to his mistress, who was publicly attacking me? I recalled his indifference when my throat closed from an allergic reaction, leaving me to rush to her aid. And now, he wanted me to give up six months' salary as "compensation" for her manufactured "emotional distress." The sheer audacity was stunning.
"No, Mark," I said, my voice calm. "The answer is no." My resignation email, effective immediately, hit send. Relief, sharp and clean, washed over me. This fight was already over for me. He just didn't know it yet. Beyond His Control
Romance Sarah Miller thought she had it all: her thriving Napa vineyard, a landmark deal, and Ethan Vanderbilt, her fiancé, partner in their dream.
Then Ethan vanished, gutting her family’s finances, leaving her parents dead and their legacy in ruins.
Her rescuer appeared: Julian Vanderbilt, Ethan’s alluring brother, who plucked her from a nightmare assault and offered a marriage of supposed protection.
For five years, she clung to him, finding fragile peace, until a new hope stirred—she was pregnant.
That hope shattered hearing Julian calmly plot her miscarriage, revealing her baby was just a "complication" to his true agenda with another woman.
The man who "saved" her was, in chilling truth, the orchestrator of every trauma, from the initial assault he filmed to her family's ruin.
Her entire life with him had been a meticulously woven lie, designed to break her, culminating in a second attack that cost her child and her future fertility.
How could her loving protector be the monstrous mastermind behind her complete devastation?
This agonizing realization ignited a silent, burning fury, replacing her despair with terrifying clarity.
She wouldn't just escape; she would orchestrate her own vanishing act, leaving him haunted by a ghost and a digital trail of damning evidence that would ensure his carefully constructed world collapsed in on him. 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." 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 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." 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? Reborn And Remade: The Wolfless Bride's Revenge
Mo Moqi I was the "wolfless" Omega of the Stephenson Pack, treated like garbage for twenty years.
When the wealthy Ramirez Pack offered an alliance, my adoptive family forced me to take my sister's place.
I was to be the sacrificial bride for Calvin Ramirez, a terrifying Alpha King dying from a vicious curse.
In my past life, I cried and begged them not to send me away. I blindly trusted my boyfriend, Pierce, who promised to save me.
But I didn't know he was sleeping with my sister the whole time.
Once they squeezed every drop of wealth from my forced marriage, they orchestrated my "accidental" death.
As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, I watched my sister and my boyfriend laughing over my corpse.
They mocked me for being a pathetic, useless genetic dead end.
Until the moment my heart stopped, I didn't understand why my absolute devotion only bought me a grave.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning I was supposed to be handed over to the Alpha King.
This time, I calmly looked at my hypocritical family.
"I'll do it, but I want a legally binding Pack Severance Agreement."
"And all the alliance gifts from the Ramirez Pack belong to me."
I watched their faces turn pale with sheer horror as my new power awakened.
In this life, I choose to watch them burn. 
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