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He Rejected Me, So I Married the Lycan King

He Rejected Me, So I Married the Lycan King

For ten years, I was the invisible backbone of the Silver Creek Pack. I cooked the books to hide Alpha Ethan's gambling debts. I ghostwrote the peace treaties that kept our borders safe. I warmed his bed every night, waiting for the bite that would mark me as his Luna. On the night of our tenth anniversary, I didn't get a ring. I got replaced. Ethan walked into the gala with Ashley, a wealthy heiress dripping in gold, clinging to his arm. When I tried to speak to him, he didn't just ignore me. He used an Alpha Command—a biological weapon that hijacked my free will. "Go to the kitchen," he ordered, forcing my knees to hit the floor in front of the entire pack. "Ashley is sensitive to the smell of stress. You're ruining her night." He humiliated me in the house I helped build. He wore the crown I polished for him, thinking I was nothing more than a glorified housekeeper he could discard at will. He forgot that while he held the title, I held the passwords. I didn't go to the kitchen. I went to the office. I initiated a permanent wipe of the cloud backups, reformatted the local servers, and deleted ten years of financial strategies. Then, I snapped the mate bond and walked out into the rain. Three days later, I walked back into the conference room. Ethan laughed, thinking I was there to beg for my job back. I threw a foreclosure contract onto the table. "I'm not here to serve drinks, Ethan. I'm the new owner of your debt. Get out of my chair."
Rejected Omega: Awakening of the Legendary White Wolf

Rejected Omega: Awakening of the Legendary White Wolf

I was the lowest Omega of the Silver Moon Pack, treated like dirt and expected to scrub floors while Liam, the new Alpha, prepared for his succession ceremony on my eighteenth birthday. At the stroke of midnight, the fated mate bond suddenly struck us. The future Alpha was my destined mate, but instead of accepting me, he looked at my dirty clothes with pure disgust. He publicly rejected me in front of hundreds of pack members and visiting delegates. "I cannot be tied to a weak, pathetic Omega," he declared, pulling the Beta's daughter close. I was forced to accept the rejection, the snapping bond tearing my soul apart. No one offered help as I convulsed on the floor. I underwent a torturous first shift and was thrown out into the freezing snow like garbage. I thought my life was over, condemned to die alone. But when I looked at my reflection in the frozen pond, I froze. I was a flawless, glowing White Wolf—a legendary bloodline thought to be extinct for centuries. How could a worthless Omega like me possess the sacred power of the Moon Goddess? Before I could process this, a terrifyingly powerful man stepped out of the dark woods. It was Alpha Kael of the ruthless Blood Eclipse Pack, a monster known for wiping out entire bloodlines. He draped his heavy coat over my shivering body, and a new, fiery mate bond instantly ignited in my chest. "Found you," he whispered, his eyes turning pitch black. "My little white wolf."
The Substitute Bride Who Stole the Alpha's Cold Heart

The Substitute Bride Who Stole the Alpha's Cold Heart

For eighteen years, the Sinclair family kept me locked in their attic, treating me worse than a stray dog while their precious daughter lived like a princess. Then, they suddenly barged into my room with a desperate demand: I had to take her place and marry Alpha Brandon Ewing. He was known across the Dominion as a disfigured, crippled monster who would undoubtedly torture and kill a wolfless Omega like me within a week. The Sinclairs didn't care. They planned to let me die, then extort his pack for compensation in the name of grief. When I arrived at the Alpha's magnificent estate, his staff immediately tried to humiliate me. "Latecomers must enter through the servants' passage," the head housekeeper sneered, pointing to a rusted dog door. The elite guests laughed, waiting for me to break down in tears and crawl on my knees. They all thought I was just a pathetic sacrifice, a weak pawn meant to be broken and discarded by everyone. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. I didn't cry. Instead, I calmly extorted twenty million dollars from the Sinclairs, walked up to the Alpha's impenetrable iron gates, and ripped a one-ton granite statue from the ground. With a single swing, I smashed their grand entrance to pieces. I stepped over the ruins, ready to show my terrifying new husband exactly what kind of beast he had just married.