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Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract

Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract

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.
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.
Betrayed by My Alpha, I Chose the Hidden King

Betrayed by My Alpha, I Chose the Hidden King

I funded my husband Keaton's rise to power, believing we were building a future together. Then one night, I found him with his supposedly grieving, widowed sister-in-law on the hood of his car. The betrayal should have destroyed me. But what truly broke me was the little girl climbing out of the backseat, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and calling him, "Daddy." When I confronted him, Keaton called me a jealous, hysterical Omega. My own mother, the ruthless head of the Beaumont family, didn't ask if I was hurt. She ordered me to endure it. "You show grace. You forgive. You maintain stability. That is your duty." If I dared to sever the marriage bond, she would strip me of my title, my fortune, and every protection my name had ever given me. That night, I had a vision of the future. I saw myself chained in a dungeon, forced to swallow liquid silver while a pregnant Carolyn smiled down at me. Keaton stood beside her as the new Regent, wearing the power I had bought for him, and told me my family had signed my death warrant willingly. That was when I finally understood. I had never been a beloved daughter. Never a cherished wife. I was a political asset waiting to be slaughtered. When I woke with the phantom burn of silver still in my throat, I did not scream. I did not beg. I did not cry. I signed the order to freeze every dollar of my dowry Keaton had touched. He thought I was the pawn. This time, I would be the one writing the death warrants.