The Son of Whisperwind

The Unwanted Omega: Rise Of The White Wolf

I was the brilliant mind behind the Thorne Pack's defenses, yet as an Omega, I was treated worse than a servant. My "Chosen Mate," Alpha Marcus, used my blueprints to build his reputation while I scrubbed his floors. Everything changed the day the elevator cable snapped. It wasn't an accident; it was a silver-coated trap set by Isabelle, the woman Marcus was parading around as his new favorite. As I lay in the hospital, silver poison scorching my veins, the doctor begged Marcus for the antidote authorization. Without it, my wolf would die. But Marcus didn't even look up from his phone. "Not now," he dismissed, stroking Isabelle’s hand. "Isabelle scraped her knee when the building shook. She's terrified. Eleanor is tough; she'll survive." He walked away, leaving me to endure surgery without anesthesia. I screamed until my throat bled, feeling every cut, every stitch. In that agony, the foolish girl who loved him finally died. When he returned days later, expecting me to beg for his attention, I didn't bow. I stood up, my eyes glowing with a power he had never seen. "I, Eleanor Vance, reject you." The bond snapped with a thunderous crack. As Marcus fell to his knees in shock, the door opened. Julian Croft, the Alpha King, stepped in. He looked past my ex-mate writhing on the floor, locked his golden eyes on mine, and smiled. "I believe," he rumbled, "the lady is finished with you."

The Price Of His Twisted Love

Eight years ago, my husband, Greyson, framed me for a car accident that cost me my legs, my parents, and my unborn child. He did it all to protect another woman, his political prodigy friend, Isla. He threw me in prison for three years, using my mother's fragile life as leverage to keep me silent and compliant. I was his puppet, a broken ballerina whose only escape was the phantom ache of a dance I could no longer perform. After I was released, broken and alone, he knelt before me on my comeback stage, confessing everything to a live audience. He admitted he faked the explicit photos that ruined my name and that Isla was the one who hit me with her car. He said he did it all for love, a twisted, possessive love that destroyed everything it touched. But his confession had a price. He had already killed Isla. And as he was sentenced to death, he had one last request: to see me.

He Chose Lies, I Chose Leaving

I went through many trials and tribulations and finally found my husband's long-lost younger sister. But by the time I found her, she was on the brink of death. In my haste to get her to the hospital, I accidentally crashed into a red sports car. The female driver demanded that I apologize, as well as pay a million for repair costs. I argued, "It was clearly your reckless lane changing that caused the accident. Why should all the blame fall on me? Besides, in a life-or-death situation, can't you let me take the injured to the hospital first?" The woman ruthlessly pushed me to the ground. "Shut up, you low-life! My husband just bought this car for me today, and running into people like you is such bad luck! My husband is the heir of the Blakely family, the wealthiest family in the city. We wouldn't care if it cost a dozen lives!" I was stunned for a few seconds. The heir of the Blakely family? So, this arrogant woman in front of me was my husband Nixon's mistress? Should I just walk away from his sister? But her grandfather had been desperately searching for her

From Fiancée To Fortune

Our engagement party was everything I had dreamed of, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, my heart full as I squeezed Ethan' s hand. Five years, finally official. We were the perfect couple. But then, a piercing wail shattered the perfect facade. Ethan' s ten-year-old niece, Lily, pointed a trembling finger at me, accusing me of "indecent" behavior-a simple kiss. His sister-in-law, Chloe, twisted the narrative, claiming Lily was traumatized, and shockingly, Ethan walked right past me to comfort her, leaving me humiliated and frozen. The man I was about to marry, the man who was supposed to be my partner, was prioritizing a carefully staged tantrum over my feelings, over us. When the sacred symbol of our commitment, my engagement ring, was purposely dislodged and he allowed Lily to "retrieve" it as a family ritual, I began to see the cold, hard truth: I was an outsider in his life, and he was choosing them. Then, walking into the suite that was supposed to be ours, I found it filled with Chloe and Lily' s belongings, our master bedroom claimed, and a lacy nightgown that wasn't mine. The realization hit me: this wasn't just about weakness or family loyalty; it was a deliberate, intimate invasion, a calculated act of displacement before our life even began. My entire world began to crumble as I was accused of embezzlement, my career ripped away, and Ethan called, asking me to confess to a crime I didn' t commit "for the family." Why was I the target? Why was he so willing to sacrifice me? How could the man I loved be orchestrating my downfall? The pieces clicked into place with a screenshot: Ethan had set up the shell corporation. My betrayal was a meticulously planned conspiracy to steal my inheritance. I held my head high as the police arrived to arrest me, knowing I had a fight on my hands, but I was ready.

A Debt of Time and Tears

The flickering cursor on my screen was the only constant; my life, a developer' s dream turned broke reality, spiraled with every line of code that built debt instead of worlds. My wife, Chloe, a sharp, cold woman, shared my last name but not my life, her presence in our sterile home a constant reminder of everything we' d lost. Then, a black box popped up on my monitor, a simple command prompt with a blinking green line: "Cosmic Stream Initialized. Observing Universe C-782." It showed a live feed, grainy and unstable, of a college dorm room, and in it was Chloe, ten years younger, radiating an idealism I hadn' t seen since our own college days. My fingers trembled. Was this a hack? A cruel prank? I typed a desperate message, witnessing her jump, then her young voice calling out from my speakers, "Who's there? Is this a prank?" Overwhelmed, I learned I could see and talk to her, across a decade of time. I couldn' t tell her who I was: her future husband, about to be ground to dust. No, I had to be something she could trust. "I am a System," I typed, the words feeling foreign and powerful, "A guidance protocol designed to help you achieve your optimal future." She challenged me, "Prove it." I dredged up a memory, a story about her childhood dog, Rusty, about her hidden copy of "The Last Unicorn." Her face paled, then tears welled. She believed me. This young, trusting Chloe, the one the world hadn' t broken yet, believed in me. A terrifying, exhilarating sense of power washed over me. I had a chance, a chance to undo everything. I had to start with the man who would poison her soul and my life. My first directive to Past Chloe: "A man named Mark will approach you within the week... Do not, under any circumstances, trust him."

The Price of His Ambition

The dust and the agony were my first sensations-my right leg a grinding hell, Lily clutched tight against my chest as growls surrounded us. Then, the thumping. A helicopter, David' s face. He knelt, his suit dirty, grief etched on his face as he saw our daughter, limp in my arms. I woke to the sterile hospital, a dull throb where my leg had been. And then, I heard voices from the hall-David and his mother. "The leg is gone," David said, his voice cold, stripped of sorrow. "It' s cleaner this way. She' ll live." "It solves the problem," his mother, Eleanor, agreed, devoid of sorrow. "The inheritance is secure." My blood ran cold as I heard David whisper the chilling truth: "I needed a legitimate reason to get rid of Sarah. Her injury allows me to bring Monica into the picture, making everything look legitimate." Monica, his new assistant? His fiancée? "And the girl?" Eleanor' s voice was even colder. "Lily was just collateral damage. Honestly, it' s for the best. Now, it' s just Monica' s child to think about." My heart monitor screamed. The man who had sobbed over our daughter, who had held my hand, had orchestrated this. He had fed us to those dogs. Lily was my world, sacrificed for money. The love, the trust, the family-all shattered. He hadn' t rescued me; he had inspected his work. The matriarch confirmed it: "No one will question it." This was their plan. My daughter' s death, a business solution. I was utterly alone, surrounded by monsters. Eleanor brought Monica, who beamed with practiced pity. Then David announced the final blow: "She' s pregnant." An heir. My Lily, extinguished to make way for this celebration. A raw sound tore from my throat. David rushed to me, feigning concern, reaching out. I flinched from his fire-like touch. "I want to see her," I rasped, my voice a dry whisper. "Lily," I choked out. "I want to see my baby." He hesitated, then gave in, still playing the doting husband. My agreement wasn' t a victory; it was another move in his sick game. But I needed to see my girl. The next morning, he brought a small wooden box. "This is her," he said. I clutched it, raw sobs tearing through me. He feigned sorrow, but I knew. Eleanor had chosen the park, a remote spot. A trap. I remembered the glint of binoculars on the ridge-He had watched. He hadn' t been in a board meeting. He was my enemy. And I had to survive him. Monica returned, carrying soup, her voice dripping with false care. She watched David fuss over her, then poured the soup down the sink. "You don' t really think he wants you to recover, do you?" she purred, stripping away her mask. "Your little 'injury' ... he made sure saving it wasn' t a priority." "What are you talking about?" I whispered. She ripped back the blanket. Where my leg should have been, there was only empty space, bandaged tightly. He hadn' t just let me get injured; he' d had it removed. He had dismembered me. "It' s just some dog' s ashes," Monica scoffed, gesturing to the box. "There is no body. The dogs he trained… they were very hungry." My Lily, torn apart. Buddy, our loving dog, used as live bait. My body trembled with pure, white-hot hatred. David walked in. Monica cried, "She tried to attack me!" "Why didn' t you just die in that park?" he snarled. "It would have made everything so much easier." The truth. No pretense. No grief. Just his selfish wish for my death. Eleanor entered, fussing over Monica, ignoring me. "You could have harmed my grandchild." I was surrounded: the perpetrator, the accomplice, the mastermind. All judging me. The last flicker of the woman I was died. "She won' t bother you again," David growled, leading Monica away. "The whole attack was to clear the way for you. For us. It' s tragic, it' s romantic. It' s perfect." He laid out the conspiracy like a corporate takeover. Lily' s death, a necessary plot point. My dismemberment, a convenient excuse. We were liquidated assets. A strange calm washed over me. The love was gone. The hurt transformed into something hard and sharp. He was my enemy. And I had to survive him. Monica, radiant in a new dress, taunted me. "A simple girl like me could give him the one thing you never could." I stared, my resolve firm. At Lily' s memorial, I sat numb in a wheelchair, a prop in David' s performance. In the town car home, the plan was in motion. The park ranger, already suspicious of David, had given me a burner phone. The car swerved, plunged into the ravine. Blackness. "Missing?" David roared at the scene, refusing to believe my body was gone. Days he searched, his voice raw. "She' s gone," Monica snapped, "We need to move on." "Get away from me!" he spat. Her cold cruelty finally disgusted him. The first crack. His paranoia spread. Monica, impatient, had bribed a guard to orchestrate the crash and invent an affair. "It was Monica!" the guard finally confessed. "The pregnancy… it' s fake!" David stood frozen. He had murdered his family for a lie. Eleanor slapped Monica. "You made us kill my granddaughter for nothing!" David, emotionless, ordered them taken to the hunting cabin. A death sentence. "Sarah knew!" Monica shrieked, dragged away. "She heard everything! She played you!" His show of grief, a mockery. The shame, a poison. He fell to his knees, utterly broken. He offered millions, haunted. "Please, just one more day," he' d beg, clutching Lily' s photo. But I was alive. Pulled from the wreck by a kind RV couple, three years passed in quiet peace, my past a blank. They called me Jane. Then, in Arizona, he walked in. Three years had ravaged him. Our eyes met. A lightning strike. The dogs, Lily' s face, the ashes, Monica' s taunts-all flooded back. I nearly collapsed. "Sarah?" he breathed, disbelief, hope, horror on his face. "You' re alive." I recoiled. "Don' t you touch me." "I' m so sorry," he stammered, tears in his eyes. "I was a monster." "You murdered our daughter," I said, cold. "You had my leg cut off. You are just evil." Jack, my new father, stepped in. "You need to leave." David fell to his knees. "Please, forgive me!" He held a letter opener to his leg. "A leg for a leg!" "You want to make it up to me? You can' t," I said. "Your punishment, David, is to live, every single day, with the knowledge of what you did. You will never be forgiven." I turned, walked away with Jack, and never saw him again. Months later, David Miller, disgraced CEO, drove off the same ravine. No escape. His company collapsed. Karma. I continued my life on the road. Sometimes, in the desert sunset, I feel Lily' s warm presence. She' s free. And so am I. The world is vast, and I am ready.

Free At Last, Untouchable Now

For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."

The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!

SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes

Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal

I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."