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Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

I was the Thornton Pack's brilliant but "wolfless" assistant, a defect they treated like a charity case. After years of letting the Alpha, Caleb, control me to prove my worth, he publicly humiliated and discarded me for a pure-blooded pack princess. Heartbroken and drunk at a bar, I accidentally bit and marked a terrifying stranger who saved me from two creeps. I woke up to find out I had drunkenly claimed Damien Blackwood—a ruthless billionaire and the apex Lycan King of the werewolf world. To prevent a pack war over the claiming mark, Damien trapped me in a two-year contract marriage, treating me like a convenient political tool. Right after we signed the papers, I got a call from the police. My little brother, Jamison, had been arrested for punching Caleb, who was bragging about ruining my dignity. At the precinct, Caleb sneered at my misery, threatening to destroy my brother's future. Seeing the fresh bite mark on my neck, Jamison exploded in handcuffs, screaming that Damien had blackmailed me into his bed to get him out of jail. I begged Damien to step outside so I could explain this horrific misunderstanding, feeling like I had sold my soul to a cold-blooded predator. But Damien ignored my pleas. He pulled me behind him, his suffocating Lycan aura crushing everyone in the room. "Yes, she was with me last night, because she is my wife." Before anyone could process the shock, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness. "And I didn't marry her to solve a problem. I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years." I stared at his broad back, my blood running cold as I realized I had no idea what kind of monster I had just bound my life to.
The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir

The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir

For six years, I played the pathetic, wolfless Omega to honor the dying wish of the late Alpha who protected me. But on our sixth anniversary, my fated mate, Alpha Kian, was photographed looking tenderly at his mistress. When he finally stormed into our penthouse, he didn't apologize. Instead, he threw a fifty-million-dollar check onto the bed. "Take the money and accept my rejection obediently, or I'll show you what happens when you defy an Alpha." To force my compliance, he terminated all trade agreements with my best friend's pack, pushing them to the brink of bankruptcy. He accused me of blackmailing his grandfather into our marriage, entirely blind to the fact that his beloved mistress was actually a banished, feral Rogue. I had spent six years swallowing my pride, drinking toxic herbs to suppress my true White Wolf scent, and enduring his absolute disgust just to keep his pack safe. Why did I bleed for a man who despised my very existence? I looked at the blood money, and the suffocating sorrow in my chest was instantly replaced by white-hot fury. I didn't take a single cent. Instead, I submitted the rejection papers myself, dropped my pathetic disguise, and walked out into the freezing rain. A towering warrior with a black umbrella dropped to one knee before me in the mud. It was time to stop hiding and return home as the billionaire heir of the legendary Silvermoon Pack.
Marked by the Absolute Alpha CEO

Marked by the Absolute Alpha CEO

I woke up with a vicious hangover in the bed of Kaelen Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha King of our city. As a wolfless Omega, I panicked and told him I couldn't be his because I had a boyfriend, Julian. But Kaelen just sneered, and hours later, I found out why. Julian had been cheating on me with the princess of the rival Thorne Pack, colluding with the very enemies who ruined my family. When I tried to run, Kaelen cut off every escape route. He branded me with his suffocating scent, tracked my every move, and threw a Mate Contract on my lap. He knew my deepest, darkest secret: I was hunting Alaric Thorne, the monster who murdered my mother. "Sign it. It's your only ticket in." Three years of my life with Julian had been a pathetic lie. I was betrayed by the man I loved and sold out to the pack that destroyed my mother. My ex thought I was just a weak, discarded Omega he could trample on. He thought I was left with nothing. He was dead wrong. I took the billionaire Alpha's pen and signed the contract, demanding a shadow team and untraceable resources in return. Tonight, at the elite charity gala, I stood draped in diamonds beside the most dangerous predator in Manhattan. Seeing my cheating ex pale with absolute terror in the crowd, I looked up into Kaelen's stormy gray eyes. "Kiss me." I am no longer the prey. I am his Luna, and I am going to destroy them all.
The Alpha's Blind Luna Is The Secret White Wolf

The Alpha's Blind Luna Is The Secret White Wolf

For three years, I lived in total darkness, the steep price I paid for taking a poisoned silver blade to the face to save my fated mate. Today, my sight miraculously returned. But when I rushed to his chamber to share the good news, the first thing I saw was my Alpha riding his Beta secretary on our marital bed. I stood in the doorway, forcing my eyes to remain blank and unfocused. Selena smirked when she saw me, deliberately releasing her sickly sweet scent to claim my territory. "Make the blind girl get your suppressants," she mocked. And Kaelen, the man who once knelt in the dirt and swore to be my eyes forever, actually lied about having a cold. He made me stumble across the room to fetch the potion meant to cool his sexual urges for his mistress. Worse, my trained healer senses picked up a faint, undeniable odor clinging to her clothes. She was pregnant with his pup. He even hijacked my birth festival that night, filling the sky with fireworks shaped like her family crest, leaving me alone on the deck while they sneaked off to the lower cabins. I had sacrificed my vision and my soul for a man who used my blindness to flaunt his betrayal right in front of my unseeing eyes. I didn't cry or beg. I quietly recorded their affair with a magic crystal, tricked him into signing a Pack Severance Pact, and threw my mate ring into the fire. I am rejecting the bond. The White Wolf is going home.