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The Rejected Wolfless Returns As The Masked Surgeon
Werewolf I was the biological daughter of the Alpha, but because I was wolfless, my stepmother and half-sister treated me like a filthy stain on our noble bloodline.
When they discovered my secret pregnancy, my half-sister Isabell framed me, claiming I was carrying a Rogue's bastard.
I desperately begged my fiancé, Preston, to save me, but he just looked at me with cold, clinical disgust.
"We're over, Kaela. My mate cannot be a disgraced woman carrying another man's child."
He broke our engagement on the spot and announced he was marrying Isabell instead.
My own father, the Alpha, signed my exile decree without even hearing my side of the story.
My stepmother smiled triumphantly as she forced lethal Wolfsbane down my throat to abort my baby.
Then, Isabell took a silver blade, carved my face to the bone, and severed my tendons before dumping my ruined body into the deadly Rogue Barrens.
Lying in the freezing mud, bleeding out in the dark, I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could sanction the murder of my child, or how easily the man I loved could throw my life away.
But they made one fatal mistake: the poison didn't kill my babies, and the Barrens didn't kill me.
Five years later, I returned to Nocturne City as "The Surgeon"—the most exclusive, powerful doctor in the territories.
Looking down at Isabell as she begged on her knees for me to cure our stepmother's terminal illness, I smiled behind my silver mask. Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire
Modern Ciara had just found out she was exactly six weeks pregnant. Overjoyed, she immediately dialed her billionaire husband, Alexzander, to share the news.
But before she could speak, a chaotic crash echoed through the phone, followed by his raw, panicked roar.
"Ellie, hold on!"
Stunned by his desperate tone for another woman, Ciara didn't notice the heavy medical cart hurtling towards her until it smashed into her body.
Covered in blood and clutching her cramping stomach in the emergency room, she fought to stay conscious.
Suddenly, Alexzander rushed past her stretcher. He was frantically carrying Elliana—the heiress he claimed was just a legal obligation.
He was so consumed with terror for Elliana that he didn't even glance down to see his own wife lying there, broken and bleeding.
When Ciara later demanded a divorce, he trapped her against the sofa, his eyes cold and calculating.
"Without my trust fund, you will lose everything. Are you truly prepared to throw away such privilege?"
For four years, Ciara had endured the mockery of high society, believing his cold demeanor hid a deep love for her.
But as she sat in their massive penthouse with a broken arm, she realized she might just be a cheap placeholder in his golden cage.
When he finally returned, swearing on his empire that Ciara and the baby were his only priorities, Ciara stopped fighting.
She stroked her stomach and accepted the truce.
But the naive, trusting wife was dead. She would stay, but the moment she caught him in another lie, there would be no more tears—only absolute destruction. The Price Of His Choice
Modern My husband Elliott and I were expecting our first child. Then his ex, Kenya, showed up, claiming she was dying and had his secret son. He chose her.
I watched him play happy family with her while I sat alone at our baby' s ultrasound. Later, her son pushed me so hard I nearly miscarried.
In the hospital, she sent me a picture of my late father' s locket, shattered, with a text saying Elliott called it "junk."
When I confronted her, Elliott violently threw me out of her room.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he roared. "She' s fragile!"
He was protecting the woman who tried to kill our baby, and calling me the monster.
He held me prisoner in our home, parading his new family in public while I was erased. He thought I was too weak to leave, that I' d just accept my new place.
The night of their lavish "Welcome Home" party, while the city celebrated his touching love story, I walked out the front door and never looked back. Beyond Broken: Finding Her Peace
Romance The headline screamed from the society page: CEO Michael Sterling' s Protégé, Chloe Davis, Flaunts Baby Bump. Five years of marriage, yearning for a child, shattered in an instant. Michael, my husband, promised it was a mistake, a drunken night he barely remembered. He knelt, he cried, he pleaded, and I, God help me, chose to believe him. He vanished Chloe Davis from our lives, and for three years, we were happy.
Then came the news of a riot, Michael unreachable. I flew halfway across the world, frantic, only to find him in a quiet suburb, holding a child with his dark hair and blue eyes, another clinging to his leg. Standing beside him, heavily pregnant again, was Chloe Davis, looking at him with adoration as he smiled a truly happy smile I hadn' t seen in years.
He saw me, his smile vanishing. On the silent ride back, he told me to accept them. His heirs. And since I couldn't give him a child, Chloe would come home, posing as a nanny. My hand instinctively went to my purse, clutching the pregnancy test I' d taken that morning-two pink lines, a miracle I' d been waiting to share. I snapped it in two; he didn' t even ask what it was.
At the private terminal, Chloe, feigning terror, shrieked I was trying to harm her and her children. Without explanation, Michael slapped me hard. I stumbled, fell, and felt a warm wetness spread beneath me. Blood. "Michael," I choked, "the baby…our baby…please, help me." He sneered, "You' re pathetic, Olivia. There is no baby." He turned his back, leading his perfect family away, leaving me bleeding on the airport floor.
In the hospital, he brought Chloe, ensuring she got the best care, accusing me of faking for attention. When I hemorrhaged, he panicked, but the final blow came when Chloe staged another fall, crying I' d hit her. Michael, already enraged, punched me in the stomach. An explosion of pain, and then, the last bit of warmth left my body. My baby was gone. He had killed it. But what about all the years I' d sacrificed for him, including my first child and my mother? Her Vengeance, His Broken Heart
Modern They called me Liam Miller, the luckiest man in New York City.
My son, Leo, was the center of my universe, and my wife, Sarah, seemed to worship us both.
Our perfect life shattered one rainy day on the highway, a blinding flash of light, twisting metal, and then, nothing.
I woke to the sterile whiteness of a hospital room, a rhythmic beep the only sound, Sarah by my side, her face pale, her grip tight.
"Leo," I rasped, the word a physical wrench from my raw throat. "Where' s Leo? I need to see my son."
Her face crumpled as she squeezed my hand, "There was an accident. He… he lost too much blood, honey. He died at the scene."
The world spun into a gray vortex; panic choked me, then, mercifully, blackness.
The next time I woke, I heard voices near the door-Sarah and the attending doctor.
"Ms. Jenkins, your son could have been saved, but why did you…?"
Sarah' s response was chilling, utterly devoid of emotion, "Liam Miller' s son, from the day he was born, was meant to save Alex' s daughter."
Alex? The name struck me as foreign, out of place.
"If he lived," Sarah continued, her voice like ice, "how could I legitimately take his organs? I' ve supported Liam and his son for years; now it' s their turn to repay me."
The words struck harder than the truck, poisoning every memory, every cherished moment.
The private island, the Fortress of Solitude – all a lie, a calculated investment, my son a resource, his life a debt she had come to collect.
The grief didn't vanish; it transformed into a cold, hard resolve.
My body was broken, but my mind had never been clearer.
She wanted repayment? Fine.
I would give her what she wanted. Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance
Billionaires The sterile smell of the hospital room was the last thing I remembered.
Cancer had eaten away at me, my career crumbled, my fortune gone.
Then I saw them: my perfectly made-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen son, Billy, standing by my deathbed.
"Just sign the papers, Mark," she' d said, her voice devoid of warmth, talking about my last company shares for David' s "venture."
David. The man she' d been sleeping with for years, Billy' s biological father.
I remembered the fake charity events, the money diverted, my childhood home sold to cover his gambling debts.
I remembered how she' d helped my mother take her car to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sarah laughed, confessing to tampering with the brakes.
"She never liked me anyway," she' d whispered, her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does he look anything like you? You pathetic idiot."
The monitor flatlined as Billy turned away in disgust and Sarah smiled, victorious.
My life had been a lie, a crushing weight of betrayal.
Then, I gasped.
The air was clean; I was in my living room, strong and healthy.
Across from me stood Sarah, looking exactly as she did ten years ago.
"Mark," she said, her voice sharp and final. "I want a divorce."
The words echoed. I was back at the starting point of my nightmare, but this time, I wasn't the naive husband.
I knew every detail of the fire, and a strange, shimmering number hovered above her head: [$8,150,432]. It was her net worth.
Then David walked in, and above his head glowed a stark, alarming red: [-$20,789,140].
I could see what people were worth. I was reborn, armed with the truth, and this time, the ending would be different. From Blame to Beloved
Romance I'm going to die soon.
That thought wasn't sad, just a simple fact as I called a late-night radio show, dedicating a song to my husband, Liam.
Liam Hayes, the man who saw me only as a constant reminder of the car crash five years ago, the one that put his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, in a coma and left me severely injured.
He blamed me, never outright, but in every cold glance, every clipped word, every night he spent at her hospital bedside instead of home with me, his wife.
When Chloe miraculously woke, he seized the opportunity, serving me divorce papers right there, in her hospital room, in front of her triumphant face, sealing my fate.
And Chloe's cruel revenge didn't stop there; she was setting my mother's home ablaze when she died in a police chase, and Liam, consumed by grief, still chose to believe her lies, accusing me of murder.
Even from my hospital bed, dying from a mysterious illness that was a direct result of that initial crash, my love for him was so absolute I took the blame, confessing to a crime I didn't commit, just to protect my mother and salvage the last shred of his peace.
But now, years later, a miracle returns Liam to the day before our wedding, haunted by the future he unknowingly destroyed, armed with the truth, and a burning desire for a second chance. His Penance, Her Peace: The Quiet Atonement
Modern The day my son, Leo, was born, my $50,000 life savings, carefully scraped together since I aged out of foster care, vanished.
My boyfriend, Ethan, Leo' s father, convinced me to transfer every penny for his "European residency," a supposed investment in our future.
Hours after Leo' s birth, hormonal and exhausted, I foolishly gave him my nest egg, believing his promises of a brighter tomorrow for our new family.
But then, Leo was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, needing immediate, experimental treatment costing hundreds of thousands.
When I begged Ethan for the money back, his handsome face twisted with contempt, claiming it was "invested" and gone.
He scoffed, accused me of trying to "trap him financially," then threw the few hundred dollars he had at me, humiliating me in front of our landlord.
After our son tragically died in my arms in a public hospital, I found Ethan celebrating, buying an expensive sculpture with a wealthy old flame.
That' s when I overheard the sickening truth: my love, my life, my son's existence, had all been a twisted, cruel bet to him.
What kind of monster would gamble with a new mother' s love and a baby' s life?
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he kicked me, slamming me against a table, sending Leo' s fragile ashes spilling across the floor.
That very kick stole my ability to ever have another child, leaving me with nothing but the dust of my son and a searing rage.
Broken but alive, I eventually built a new life, found true love, and against all odds, conceived a new child.
But the real question is, what became of the man who took everything from me, and can true redemption ever be found after such monstrous betrayals? The Billionaire's Stolen Bride
Billionaires Ava Thompson flew back to San Francisco from rural Montana, ready to pick up her life where it left off five years ago.
Her top priority: finalizing her wedding to Ethan Sterling, the scion of a powerful tech empire.
Their union was the next logical step, a pre-planned event, fully approved by her Senator parents.
But at the opulent wedding planner' s office, a chilling truth shattered her world.
Ms. Albright, beaming professionally, casually mentioned, "We planned his wedding… to Ava Thompson. The Senator' s daughter. It was three months ago."
Ethan Sterling was already married, to an imposter using Ava' s exact name and identity.
When Ava confronted him at his Silicon Valley mansion, he dismissed her without a second thought.
Through an intercom, the man she loved declared, "I don' t know what she' s talking about. She' s probably just some deluded fan. Get rid of her."
The words "deluded fan" hit Ava like a physical blow, stripping her of dignity, her identity, and her future.
She stared at the gate, her fiancé denying her very existence, cold and dismissive.
How could this happen? How could someone simply take her life, and the man she was supposed to marry betray her so completely?
But as humiliation threatened to overwhelm her, a cold fire ignited deep within.
If Ethan Sterling had decided she didn' t exist, she would make sure he felt her existence.
And she would make him pay for every lie, every stolen moment, every penny an impostor spent in her name.
Starting now. They Broke Her, I Broke Them
Horror My twin sister, Olivia, lay terrifyingly still in a hospital bed, her pale face a stark contrast to the sterile white sheets.
An IV dripped fluid into her arm, and chillingly, thick bandages covered her wrists, a silent testament to her desperate act.
She had tried to end her life, driven to the brink by the relentless, sophisticated cruelty of Brittany and her followers at Northwood High School.
Their audacious arrival at the hospital, complete with smirks and chilling taunts, twisted the knife deeper into our family' s raw wound.
My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, stood helpless, their attempts to rid us of the tormentors dismissed with scornful indifference.
When the police finally arrived, their response was infuriatingly inadequate: a dismissive "warning" for minors, prioritizing Brittany' s influential family over Olivia' s shattered life.
Then, the ultimate humiliation struck: a raw, brutal video of Olivia's locker room torment, her clothes torn and her pleas mocked by Brittany's cruel laughter, exploded across social media.
My fragile sister, seeing it, whispered that she was "so weak," her spirit visibly drained from her eyes.
A mere warning for such psychological torture, for driving my twin to attempt suicide, was a grotesque joke in their broken system.
But a familiar darkness, a dormant, predatory instinct I had suppressed for years for Olivia' s sake, began to stir within me.
Olivia had always been my anchor, soothing this other side, but now, she was the very reason to unleash it.
That night, I made a decision that would redefine everything: I was going to Northwood High.
They thought they knew Olivia Peterson – but they had no idea who was truly coming for them.
They had broken my other half; I would break them in return, and the Peterson family had unique ways of ensuring justice. Married To A Ghost: The Twin's Legacy
Romance My name is Sarah Vance; I'm an architect, happily married to Michael, and our childfree life was perfect.
Then, a call to my prestigious alma mater, Kingswood Academy, to help my cousin with admissions, shattered everything when the admissions officer claimed a six-year-old boy named Ethan Vance was registered as our son.
Michael vehemently denied it, blaming corporate sabotage, but my unease deepened, leading me to a Kingswood parents' orientation where I confronted a woman named Olivia, who then calmly asserted she was Michael' s wife and mother to Ethan, leaving me stunned in front of a judging crowd.
As Michael' s own sister, Chloe, and his powerful mother, Eleanor, publicly sided with Olivia, cruelly shaming me as unstable and barren, I stood there humiliated, frantically grasping at my shattered reality, wondering who this boy was and how my perfect life had become a catastrophic lie.
Just as despair threatened to consume me, Michael arrived, and witnessing his mother's cruelty, he finally roared the impossible truth: Olivia was his identical twin brother David' s widow, Ethan was David' s son, and Michael had been living a torturous double life to protect their family empire, forcing us to rebuild our lives from the ruins of a monumental deception. Her Father's Medal, Her Own War
Young Adult My life was finally looking up. The email glowed on my phone: "Congratulations, Sarah Miller!" – a full scholarship to a top university, my ticket out of our small town and a way to honor my parents' memory. My sister, Emily, who' d been my rock running our family diner, Miller' s Plate, since Mom and Dad passed, screamed with joy with me.
But our joy shattered when Mark Henderson, the spoiled son of the town's most powerful developer, swaggered into Miller's Plate. He and his thugs brutally assaulted Emily, leaving her broken and our diner in ruins, just because she refused to sell our land.
The nightmare deepened at the police station. Chief Williams, clearly in Art Henderson' s pocket, dismissed it as a "mutual altercation" and advised me to take their dirty money. Then, my scholarship was mysteriously rescinded, erasing my future. My home was savagely vandalized, and our beloved cat, Patches, was found dead, a cruel message pinned to his collar: "Next time, it' s you." Every lawyer turned me away, and our once-supportive neighbors, cowed by the Hendersons' influence, looked the other way.
I felt utterly crushed, alone against an empire of corruption and violence. My sister lay critical in the ICU, our home was a wreck, and they' d taken everything. What else was left for them to destroy?
Amidst the wreckage, I stumbled upon my late Marine father's old footlocker. Inside, I found his Medal of Honor. "Semper Fi," he used to say – Always Faithful. A desperate, impossible hope ignited: if the local system was broken, maybe his military family, General Peterson, could remind them what justice truly meant. I clutched the medal, buying a bus ticket to Camp Lejeune, ready for the fight of my life. You might like
Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Ghostly Mode Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall.
Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster.
Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate
Only_Shila For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me. Forsaken By The Pack, Destined For The Lycan King
Escritor apalacio I was born to be Alpha Damien Carlisle's fated Luna.
Instead, I lived like a stray dog in his pack.
For one year, I watched everyone worship Lilith Vance, his fragile first love, while they mocked me as the barren mate he was too ashamed to mark.
Then I learned the truth.
His mother had been forcing brutal fertility herbs into my body.
His sister threw an illegal sterility poison at me.
And Damien, my own mate, had been secretly lacing my food with wolfsbane contraceptives for months.
When I confronted him, he did not deny it.
"I couldn't let you get pregnant," he said coldly. "If Lilith found out you were carrying my heir, the shock might kill her."
I finally understood.
I was never his Luna.
I was his bloodline. His legal womb. His family's insurance policy.
The moment Lilith coughed up blood, Damien abandoned me without looking back.
So I ran to the capital and begged the Alpha King to grant me a formal Rejection.
He threw my petition away unread.
My mate had poisoned me.
My pack had betrayed me.
And the King himself refused to free me.
Fine.
If the law would not save me, I would save myself.
In my past life, I had been a healer no one believed until it was too late. This time, I remembered everything.
In seven days, at the Royal Hunt, the Alpha King would drink a silver poison designed to kill even a Lycan.
No royal healer would be able to save him.
But I would.
I packed my surgical kit, disappeared into the city slums, and prepared the only cure in the kingdom.
When the King lay dying, he would finally listen.
And the price of his life would be simple.
My freedom. The Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." 
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