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Unwanted By The Alpha Heir, Marked By The Northern King

Unwanted By The Alpha Heir, Marked By The Northern King

I had been courting the Alpha heir for two years, waiting for the day he would finally propose and make me his Luna. But instead of a ring, he calmly informed me that he was using my family's massive financial donation to buy a noble title for my cousin, Carson. "Carson needs this title to be a suitable match for my future mate," he said, expecting me to gratefully accept being relegated to the shadows as a secondary mate. When I returned home, my own father and grandmother didn't defend me. They praised Carson and demanded I accept the humiliation, claiming my mother's vast merchant wealth belonged entirely to their Pack. When my mother and I refused to yield, my father threatened to sever their mate bond and exile my brother and me as hunted, Packless Rogues. For eighteen years, my family's consortium had funded their lavish lifestyle, yet they treated us like nothing more than a vault to be plundered. The man I loved and the family I trusted were willing to destroy my life and my mother's dignity just to feed their own greed and arrogant pride. I didn't shed a single tear. I immediately initiated the liquidation protocol, recalling every asset we had ever loaned them and stripping their grand manor bare to the walls. Then, I packed a priceless mythril sword and sent a letter to the one man who could help me crush them all: the ruthless Wolf of the North.
Mated To My Ex's Alpha Boss

Mated To My Ex's Alpha Boss

I thought my boyfriend of two years, Cain, and I were building a future together. But while he was away on a business trip, his lawyers kicked me out of our apartment into the freezing rain. He texted me that it was over, claiming we "weren't from the same world." I soon found out why. That very night, he was hosting a lavish engagement party, marrying Isolde Silvermane, a powerful billionaire heiress. When I crashed the heavily guarded estate to confront him, he looked at me with absolute disgust. "You were just a stepping stone. Did you honestly believe I could ever love someone so profoundly human?" After I threw a glass of champagne on his custom suit, his face contorted with feral rage. He had his guards drag me away and lock me in a cold, metal cage in the cellar like an animal. I had given him two years of my life, only to lose everything—my home, my dignity, my future—in a single night while he celebrated his new dynasty. I had nothing left, but the burning hatred in my chest made me want to see his arrogant face crumble. Then, the terrifying head of the Silvermane family—Isolde's brother, Lycan—unlocked my cage. Instead of punishing me, he looked down at me with piercing silver eyes and offered a chilling deal. "Be my personal assistant. From a position at my side, you will have a front-row seat to watch him grovel." I accepted. It was time to make Cain regret the day he ever crossed me.
The Unwanted Historian: Claimed by a Better Alpha

The Unwanted Historian: Claimed by a Better Alpha

He told me his Inner Wolf was dormant. He claimed he couldn't feel the Mate Bond, that divine connection the Moon Goddess gifts to us. I believed him. For years, I waited in the shadows, protecting his secret, convinced my Alpha was just broken. But the truth revealed itself in the middle of a fire. During a rogue ambush, an explosion threw me into a ditch. My ankle was crushed in a hidden poacher’s trap, the silver teeth searing my flesh like acid. I screamed for him. Ethan sprinted through the smoke. He stopped, looking down at me. He saw the trap. He saw the blood. He saw the silver burning me alive. Then he looked at Chloe. She was sitting on the grass nearby, clutching a tiny, insignificant scratch on her forehead, wailing like a child. He didn't hesitate. Not for a heartbeat. He turned his back on me. He scooped Chloe up in his arms, cradling her like she was made of precious glass, and ran to safety. As the flames licked closer to my trapped leg, his voice cut through the Mind-Link, cold as a winter grave. "You are too weak, Ava. You don't deserve to be my Luna." He wasn't dormant. He never was. He just didn't want me. I didn't die in that fire. I dragged myself out, leaving my love in the ashes. The next morning, I limped into the Pack Hall. My leg was a ruin, but my mind was clear. Ethan sat on his throne, Chloe smirking on his lap. He looked at me with annoyance, expecting me to beg. Instead, I stood tall, letting my own wolf rise. "I, Ava Miller, reject you, Ethan Reed, as my mate."