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Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

"She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! What's the big deal if she wears a piece of your clothing?! When did you become such a vicious shrew?!" My Alpha mate protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had hijacked my bridal suite and put on my clothes. But that bridal suite was painstakingly decorated by me, and that piece of clothing was the sexy lingerie he gifted me for our one-year anniversary! When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me into the freezing psychiatric isolation ward. "Lock her up for five days! Let her starve in the dark until she crawls out begging for forgiveness!" He didn't know that in my past life, I died in that exact cell. I was forcefully injected with hallucinogens and chained to a bed. When a roaring fire engulfed the building, he kicked open the door, ignored my desperate screams, and scooped up his fake-crying mistress before rushing out. I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh. Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle. Five days later, he and his mistress stood outside the door, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a flawless mental health evaluation and a signed "Mate Rejection Form" right into his hypocritical face! "Keep the house, and keep the trash." I coldly watched him drop to his knees, gasping in agony as our soul bond violently severed, and then tossed three thousand dollars at his feet. "That's for the lingerie. Consider it charity." He scoffed, certain that an abandoned she-wolf would eventually starve on the streets. He had no idea that I already held the deadly secrets of his corrupt officials and used them to extort my first pot of gold. Next, I will build my own business empire, monopolize the pack's supply chain, and buy the absolute loyalty of his entire army. When his proud Alpha throne is completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite!
The Secret Alpha King's Defiant Mate

The Secret Alpha King's Defiant Mate

My fated mate, Donovan, treated our bond like a cold corporate merger. He lived in a rundown cabin, acted like a broke lumberjack, and forced me to sleep in a tiny storage closet. He kept his distance, constantly testing me with his icy stares. Then, his elegant grandmother arrived in a gleaming Bentley, completely shattering his poor-man facade. She handed me an unlimited black credit card with the billionaire Blackwood family crest. It was his ultimate test. He watched me with contempt, waiting for me to reveal myself as the greedy gold digger he was convinced I was. But the wealth felt like a weapon meant to humiliate me. I handed the black card back to him. "If this is the price of being your mate, it's a price I'm not willing to pay." I even sent him a desperate, vulnerable text, begging just for his closeness instead of his money. He never replied. His dead silence was the loudest rejection. I didn't understand why my fated mate despised me so much, or why he always assumed the absolute worst of me. With my heart completely shattered, I realized I had to fight my battles alone, especially when my ruthless in-laws tried to steal my small business. I wiped my tears and marched straight into my enemies' tech company. I was going to tear down their multi-million dollar fraud with my own two hands, completely unaware that my secretly billionaire Alpha was watching my every move, slowly going crazy with jealousy.
The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance

The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance

For five years, I poured my soul into ruling the Black Moon Pack alongside my fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But at our most sacred gathering, he publicly pulled his rogue ex-girlfriend, Faye, into his arms. "Faye is under my protection," he declared to the entire pack, using his crushing Alpha Command to force me, his Luna, to my knees. He didn't care that I had taken a silver blade for him, or that Faye was a traitor whose past defection had permanently crippled three of our warriors. He stripped me of my dignity, ordered me to accept his new partner, and left me alone in our marital suite. That night, my Mating Mark erupted into a searing, white-hot agony that made me vomit blood and pass out. I thought I was simply dying of a broken heart, until I remembered the forbidden lore of the "Fidelity Curse." The curse ensured that if one mate was unfaithful, every moment of their physical pleasure would be transmitted through the bond as pure, agonizing torture to the betrayed mate. I wasn't just heartbroken. My body was being forced to physiologically experience my husband's affair. The final, near-fatal wave of pain at dawn wasn't random—it was the exact moment they conceived a child. When Ryker walked in the next morning, smelling of her perfume, and proudly announced Faye was pregnant, he expected me to finally break and submit. Instead, I looked at the father of another woman's child and gave him a chilling smile. "I, Selene Thorne of the Winter Pack, have heard your declaration. Now get out of my sight. The war has begun."
My Husband's Betrayal: The Lost Heiress Returns

My Husband's Betrayal: The Lost Heiress Returns

After eleven years in a maximum-security black site, ex-Delta Force operator Alton Combs was paroled and exiled to a toxic Appalachian wasteland. The corrupt town mayor thought he was bullying a broken man, tricking Alton into trading his family's prime estate for a poisoned, worthless shale field. The locals treated Alton like a rabid beast, spitting on his shoes and waiting for him to rot in a collapsed cabin. But they had no idea the "worthless" land hid a billion-dollar rare-earth mineral vein. While surviving the town's hostility, Alton found a freezing baby girl dumped in a biohazard bin with needle marks on her tiny arm. He took her in, named her Eden, and built an electrified fortress guarded by a tamed mountain lion and a rattlesnake. He spent the next seven years quietly extracting the minerals to build a massive mining empire, raising the girl not as a victim, but as a ruthless apex predator. Hundreds of miles away in Washington D.C., a high-ranking Pentagon official wept over an empty grave, completely unaware that his evil second wife had ordered his infant daughter thrown to the wolves. He also didn't know the baby had been rescued by the most dangerous killing machine alive. Now, his parole was officially over. Alton handed his seven-year-old daughter an elite academy acceptance letter. "If the dogs try to bite you, you tear their throats out. I will handle the bodies." Stepping into a bulletproof Hummer, the undisputed king of the valley prepared to unleash his little wolf into the human world.
Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Alpha

Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Alpha

I went to the airport to pick up my fiancé after two months apart. Instead of a happy reunion, I found his fogged-up car in the dim parking garage.In the car, he is betraying me with my own sister. I calmly called airport security to report them for public indecency. But when my family found out, I was the one put on trial. My father, the Alpha of our pack, furiously berated me for embarrassing the family. Without a second thought, he coldly announced my engagement was cancelled and transferred to my sister to maintain their precious business alliance. My mother and my ex-fiancé shamelessly defended the affair, blaming me for being jealous. After years of being the unloved, obedient daughter, the sheer injustice of being thrown away like garbage made my blood run cold. They actually believed they could strip away my future, hand it to my cheating sister, and I would just quietly accept it. I packed my bags and walked out of that toxic house forever. To get my ultimate revenge, I approached the most feared and powerful Alpha in the city-my ex-fiancé's ruthless uncle, Alaric Charles. I proposed a contract marriage to become their aunt and take back what was mine. He agreed surprisingly fast, but right after we signed the papers at City Hall, he dropped a terrifying bombshell. "You will begin your primary duty as my wife today. You will take care of my daughter."
His Unwanted Mate: The Secret Silvermoon Heir

His Unwanted Mate: The Secret Silvermoon Heir

I used my ten-million-dollar dowry and exhausted my health to keep my mate's bankrupt pack afloat and buy life-saving elixirs for his dying mother. However, when Alpha Justin finally returned from the war, he not only reeked of another she-wolf's scent, but also slapped a Royal Decree on the table, coldly announcing that Gamma Brenna would be his "Co-Luna." His parasitic family, who had survived entirely on my blood and wealth, immediately turned on me, mocking me as a "wolfless orphan" whose family was slaughtered. "Brenna is a warrior; she doesn't have the time to raise children," Justin told me arrogantly. "So, you will act as their unpaid nanny. If you behave, I'll sleep with you just once to give you a pup as a 'consolation prize.' But my heart and body belong entirely to Brenna." They demanded I swallow this ultimate humiliation, step aside, and continue funding their luxurious lifestyle. They thought I was a pathetic, wolfless victim who would obediently act as their personal ATM just to avoid being cast out into the woods as a Rogue. They didn't know that my "wolfless" body harbored a rare, ancient White Wolf. They didn't know that Justin's so-called "heroic glory" was stolen-built on the slaughtered corpses of my family to cover up his own cowardice. And they certainly didn't know I had already visited the Alpha King. Keep your consolation prize, Justin. I'm packing up every last cent of my ten million dollars and securing my Royal Severance Decree. With the entire Royal Army standing behind me, I'm going to sit back and watch your arrogant pack starve to death.
Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan

Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Lycan

I was the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, bound in a political marriage to Alpha Jace for three miserable years. But because I was a "wolfless" runt, he never touched me. Instead, he moved his late brother's widow and her bratty son into my wing, publicly treating her as his true mate. He let her son destroy my parents' only surviving photograph and demanded I apologize to the boy. When my cruel grandmother summoned us to the Winter Solstice Conclave—a deadly trial—Jace knew I would be brutally tortured if I arrived without my Alpha. Yet, he chose to stay home to comfort his mistress over a fake stomach ache. "I never wanted a wolfless mate," he had sneered, abandoning me. He handed me over to the Blackwood Pack's Terrace of Correction. Forced to my knees, the silver-laced stone burned my flesh while the blizzard froze my blood. As my vision darkened, I realized he had intentionally sent me here to die. I had swallowed my pride for three years, hiding my true identity and the signed rejection papers I had tricked him into signing, only to be thrown away like trash for another woman's fake tears. Just as I prepared to let the darkness take me, the impenetrable iron gates of the Keep were obliterated by a massive black Maybach. Baron, my terrifying Lycan cousin, stepped into the storm and scooped my scorched body into his arms. "Short every stock tied to the Silvermoon name," he ordered into his phone, his eyes locked on my abusers. "I want Jace begging on his knees by sunrise."