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Contract Over: I Rejected My Alpha Husband First

Contract Over: I Rejected My Alpha Husband First

When her father fled with his mistress, leaving crushing debts behind, Freya Gilbert had nowhere to turn. Crashing Alpha Jonas's welcome ceremony in desperation, she never expected to find her fated mate there. But it wasn't gentle Jonas who made her wolf howl "mate." It was the dangerous, devastatingly powerful Niklaus Lockwood. One scorching night of passion sealed her fate. Niklaus already had his perfect chosen mate, the elegant Rebekah. Unwilling to abandon his plans, he offered Freya a cold business deal: be his contract Luna for three years, play the perfect wife in public, and he'd clear her debts. When their arrangement expired, she'd accept his rejection and disappear quietly. Freya thought she could survive a loveless marriage. She was wrong. Three years later, she's fallen hopelessly for the Alpha who sees her as nothing more than a gold-digging Omega. On their anniversary night, the very day their contract expires, Niklaus chooses Rebekah. The message couldn't be clearer. But when Freya files for divorce and moves out first, Niklaus's carefully controlled world shatters. The mate bond he's suppressed for years, and he never expected his obedient, compliant wife to actually leave him. "I, Freya Gilbert, reject you, Niklaus Lockwood." The words that should have set them both free only ignite a fire that threatens to consume them both. Can a love born from a business contract survive the flames of pride and betrayal? Or will the most powerful Alpha in the territory lose his true mate because he was too blind to see what was right in front of him? When the contract ends, the real battle for love begins.
My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

At the sacred Moon Ball, I waited for the Moonstone Chalice to choose me as the Luna of Arthur, the Royal Alpha and my childhood love. But the man on the throne, who looked exactly like Arthur, used dark magic to make the silver light choose a low-level Omega named Diana instead. He then stepped down, looking at me with greedy eyes. "You will be my Chosen Mate. You will have my bed, even if you do not have the title." He wanted me as a cheap mistress just to control my family's powerful army. When I refused, he crushed the silver amulet Arthur had given me and threatened to strip my rank. Diana hid behind him, pretending to cry and apologize while stealing my rightful place. But I felt absolutely no soul connection to this man. His scent was a disgusting mix of damp earth and rot. This was not the boy who once took a silver dagger to the chest to save my life. Disgusted by the imposter, I left the castle and wandered into the market, where I saw royal guards brutally kicking a crippled, severely burned beggar. I ordered them to stop and knelt in the dirt to help the dying man. But the moment my fingers brushed his ruined neck, a violent shock of pure electricity shot down my spine. The Recognition was complete. This broken beggar with a peeled-off face was my true Alpha, Arthur. I held my fated mate tightly, swearing to make the imposter bleed for every scar on his body.
He Rejected A Weak Omega, She Became A Goddess

He Rejected A Weak Omega, She Became A Goddess

I was the lowest Omega in the Blood Moon Pack, forced to scrub greasy floors while enduring the daily abuse and kicks of the Warriors. On the night of Alpha Kael's succession ball, the fated mate bond suddenly snapped into place between us. The powerful, ruthless Alpha had found his destined Luna, and it was me, the dirty scullery maid hiding behind the curtains. But the magical peace of our bond lasted only seconds before reality crashed down. Faced with the disgusted whispers of the nobles and the political threats from his Gamma, Kael chose his power over me. He dragged me to the center of the grand hall and publicly rejected me. "I, Kael, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Elara, as my mate." The violently severed bond felt like crushed glass in my lungs, snapping my soul in half and leaving me coughing up dark blood on the pristine marble. Surrounded by mocking eyes and an unnatural chill, I dragged my broken body out into the freezing, fog-filled Shadow Forest to die. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess would give me a protector only to let him become my cruel executioner. Why was I destined to be nothing more than a pathetic, disposable Omega meant to be trampled on? But as three feral Rogues lunged to tear my throat out under the midnight moon, the searing agony in my veins suddenly vanished. I didn't shift into a weak Omega wolf. Bathed in a blinding, divine light, my body expanded into a towering, flawless White Wolf. Looking at my massive silver reflection in the water, I made a silent vow. I was no longer a servant, and I would make them all kneel.
Rejecting My Cruel Billionaire Alpha Mate

Rejecting My Cruel Billionaire Alpha Mate

For eight years, I was the secret mate of Xavier, the most powerful Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Because of my low-ranking Omega blood, he refused to mark me or make me his Luna. One freezing winter night, my disabled father traveled miles to bring me rare herbs. But Xavier forced him to stand in the biting wind for eight hours. The reason? He claimed my father's sour scent would disturb his Beta secretary, Sylvia. When I demanded an explanation, Xavier just swirled his whiskey and threw a limitless credit card at my father's face. He shielded Sylvia behind his broad shoulders, roaring that my family's filthy stench was polluting his pristine territory. He thought I was just throwing a childish tantrum to get his attention. He completely forgot that when I miscarried our unborn pup in a pool of blood, he was out attending a dinner party with that very same Beta. For eight years, I endured his volatile temper, waiting in a cold bed while he paraded his secretary around the city. I looked at the man I had loved with all my soul, and felt nothing but cold ash. Why should I remain his invisible, disposable shadow while my own flesh and blood was treated like a stray dog? That night, I packed my bags, took my father, and left his estate forever. As my dormant White Wolf bloodline finally awakened, I picked up my phone and pressed send. "I, Serena, reject you, Xavier, as my mate."
Rejected Princess, Rising From The Ashes

Rejected Princess, Rising From The Ashes

For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter. It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown. He failed spectacularly tonight. His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush. The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver. My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal. I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her. When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver. But he didn't help me. He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors. "Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission. "On your knees. Now." The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her. My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break. I looked straight into the camera lens. "No," I whispered. I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years. "Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard." Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress. He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.