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Rejected the Heir, Claimed by the Alpha King

Rejected the Heir, Claimed by the Alpha King

I was supposed to marry Aaron, the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, and finally have my fairy tale. But right before our Unity Celebration, I caught him buried between my stepsister's legs in our bridal suite. When I refused to bind my soul to his at the altar and exposed his betrayal, my world completely shattered. My own mother called me a crazy, wolfless bitch and disowned me on the spot for ruining a political alliance. Aaron publicly humiliated me, screaming that as a wolfless Omega, I should have been on my knees thanking him for the chance to be his breeding mare. Driven to absolute despair by the betrayal of everyone I trusted, I tried to jump off a freezing roof. But a pair of strong arms pulled me back from the edge. In the dark, a stranger consumed my grief, wrapping me in a terrifyingly dominant scent of cedar and leather, making me feel an intoxicating mate bond I thought I was incapable of having. I thought it was just a desperate, one-night mistake to make me forget. But the next morning, when I went to the Blackwood estate to return Aaron's gifts and leave as a Rogue, a suffocating aura filled the room. The man who stepped between me and my furious ex-fiancé, the man whose marks were currently hidden beneath my clothes, stared at me with glowing golden eyes. "Get your hands off her." He was Kaelon Blackwood. The supreme Alpha King. Aaron's father. And he had just locked the door, declaring that I belonged to him.
The Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Mate

The Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Mate

"Put it on," my stepbrother Brendan commanded, his eyes cold. He was forcing me to wear the silver bracelet his fiancée, Chloie, had bought to mock me. "It will burn me," I pleaded, clutching my wrist. "Stop acting like a fragile human," he snapped, his Alpha tone vibrating through the room. "Do not be ungrateful to your future Luna. Build a tolerance." Under the weight of his command, my trembling hands clasped the metal. The smell of singed hair and cooking skin filled the air immediately as the silver seared a ring into my flesh. Brendan watched my agony without a flicker of remorse, then turned to leave with Chloie, leaving me sobbing on the floor. He was my fated Mate, the boy who once took a dagger for me, but now he called me a "defect" because I hadn't shifted. He destroyed my childhood treasures in a trash compactor, paraded his lover in front of me, and told the pack I was a diluted bloodline who would break under pressure. He thought I was trapped, a weak Omega with nowhere to go. He thought I would stay and watch him marry another woman in three days. But he didn't know I had a secret burner phone hidden under the floorboards. Or that my biological father, the Alpha King of the rival Sunfire Pack, was sending a private jet for me. On the night of the Blood Moon, right before he was crowned King, I didn't just run away. I mentally grabbed the silver cord connecting our souls and snapped it. When the crushing pain of the severed bond hit him in the middle of his speech, he finally looked for me. But I was already gone, ready to awaken the legendary White Wolf he never deserved.
Forsaken by the Pack, Claimed by the Alpha

Forsaken by the Pack, Claimed by the Alpha

For three years, I have not known true sleep. As an Omega, my only purpose was to be the Soul Tether for our comatose Alpha. A blood rune carved into my spine kept his soul anchored to the living world. If I fell into deep slumber, he would die. But the pack's future Luna, Selene, despised me. Wielding her father's political influence, she breached my warded sanctuary, claiming I was a fraud draining the pack's wealth with a fake magical bond. While my healers were dragged away by her personal guards, she forced deadly Wolfsbane poison down my throat. "Dig out the root of that ugly scar," she commanded the surgeon. As my body violently shut down from the poison, they carved the magical rune right out of my neck with a burning silver scalpel. I screamed as the silver melted my flesh. The pack warriors just watched, mocking the absurd idea that a lowly Omega could hold an Alpha's life. They didn't care that I had sacrificed my sanity and endured endless exhaustion for him. As the brutal extraction snapped our tether, the agonizing wail of the Alpha's dying soul echoed through the medical tower. I fell into a freezing darkness, certain we were both dead. But when I finally opened my eyes days later, I wasn't in the afterlife. The Alpha had awakened, his god-like golden soul projecting over my bed. And he had just sentenced Selene's entire bloodline to death for touching me. The reckoning had begun.
Second Chance To Love Again

Second Chance To Love Again

Issahill Morbelle is an orphan who is hated and mistreated by her Alpha grandfather. Sold to another pack as a slave, her life becomes more miserable. But the story takes a slight twist when the infamous and ruthless Alpha Logan of the Nightshade pack can't stop thinking about her. She was the subject of his countless sleepless nights. His lustful desires had led them into a night stand, a night stand Issahil took too seriously and thought Alpha Logan was her mate. All her hopes were however shattered when the Alpha chose her cousin as his mate, over her. She was angry and heart broken and was forced to run away into the depths of the dangers of the thick Southern forest, where Alpha Matthias found and rescued her, but trouble just had to sprout. She was humiliated again and was forced to run away. After roaming about and experiencing the harsh conditions of the wood, she was kidnapped for sale but was rescued by a Good Samaritan, Williams Bradt. But alas, trouble just had to sprout. Logan, the same Alpha who had humiliated her six years ago, the same fated mate who had rejected her, came back for her. While Issahil was in the hands of her captives, William was restless. He was determined to save her and when he did, a fierce battle broke out which revealed to Issahil that he was actually a werewolf. But this William wasn’t just a werewolf and a Good Samaritan, he was someone more than that. And Issa found a mouth dropping truth about him and the circumstances around her life. What is this truth?