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Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Luna

Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Luna

On Ivy's wedding day to her fiancé James, Alexander, the ruthless Lycan King feared throughout the kingdom, storms in, tears her from the altar, and forces her to be his wife. Blinded by his belief that Ivy is responsible for his fiancée's death, he vows to make her pay. "You destroyed the love of my life," he snarls. "So it's only fair that I destroy yours." --- However, as their marriage unfolds, Ivy looks nothing like the schemer Alexander expected. Her gaze is too clear, too steady. And the harder he tries to hate her, the more his actions betray him. When Ivy is publicly shamed at a royal banquet, Alexander is the last person she expects to come to her defense. "You're my mate, little liar," he growls. "No one gets to hurt what's mine but me." When Ivy is struggling to afford her mother's lifesaving surgery, she discovers Alexander has already covered the cost. And when she learns that James, whom she once trusted with all her heart, had betrayed her long before their wedding ceremony, Alexander should have taken pleasure in watching her break. Instead, the enemy who once swore to destroy her is the one who holds her together while she falls apart. Alexander blames it all on the mate bond. Anything but love. So why, when Ivy finally escapes him-when Alexander believes her dead and lost to him forever-does the monster who once ruled with an iron fist... kneel? --- Three years later, when Alexander discovers Ivy is alive, a little boy stands beside her. The moment Alexander appears, Ivy tightens her grip on the child's hand. Alexander doesn't care who the child's father is, all he knows is that he will stop at nothing to win Ivy back. But Ivy has built a life without him, and he can do nothing but wait outside her door like a supplicant awaiting mercy, begging for a single glance. This time, Ivy is no longer a woman he can command to stay. This time, the choice is hers. And if the Lycan King wants his Luna back, he'll have to grovel and pray she chooses him.
From Hidden Scars to Lycan Queen

From Hidden Scars to Lycan Queen

For sixteen years, I was the cherished noble lady of the Powers Werewolf Manor, spoiled and treasured by everyone around me. But a sudden truth shattered everything I had-I was not of Powers bloodline. After the truth came out, all the love and favor that once belonged to me was completely taken away. The Lord and Lady Powers poured all their tenderness on Corie, their long-lost biological daughter. For Corie's sake, the people who had once doted on me stood by coldly as she framed me and got me wrongfully accused of crimes. They stripped me of my noble status and exiled me to the brutal Blackore Mines, where I was enslaved for three entire years. No one cared for me, no one asked after my wellbeing. Three years passed in the blink of an eye. The Powers couple, who had abandoned me cruelly, came crying to me to repent. "Kara, we were wrong. Come home with us." My arrogant and domineering elder brother Aden knelt outside my small cottage all night, begging me in a low, humble voice. "Kara, can you forgive me?" Derrick came to me covered in fresh, hideous unhealed scars, worn out from endless hardships. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret and longing. "Kara, I'm sorry. Be my mate again." But my heart had died long ago, buried in those endless dark torments and repeated desperate disappointments over the three years. Feel anything for them? I let out a cold laugh. My heart had long withered and turned to dust, without a shred of warmth left. Later, I met someone who loved me wholeheartedly and unconditionally. He protected me at all costs and gave me a peaceful, joyful life I had never had before. Watching me live a happy and stable life, all those who had hurt and wronged me could only stand far away, too timid to take a single step closer. Drowned in remorse and cowardice, they lived in fear that one day, they would even lose the right to watch me from afar for the rest of their lives.