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Marked by the Absolute Alpha CEO
Werewolf 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. Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Cousin
Modern For two years, Chloe Sullivan lived in a gilded cage, playing the perfect, quiet wife to Ryan Astor in a loveless marriage of convenience.
Until a high-resolution photo of Ryan passionately kissing actress Sienna Sterling dominated the internet.
Sienna's fans launched a digital crusade, hailing the affair as true love while viciously cyberbullying Chloe as a hollow, gold-digging obstacle.
But public humiliation wasn't enough for Ryan.
To void their ironclad prenup and leave her with absolutely nothing, he orchestrated a sickening trap.
He lured her to an exclusive club under the guise of meeting her divorce lawyer, and had a sleazy friend slip a heavy drug into her water.
"Once we have photos of her in bed with another man, she'll sign anything just to make it go away."
Chloe's limbs went heavy as the drug burned through her veins.
She was dragged down a dim hallway, shoved into a dark restroom, and felt a stranger's hands tearing at her dress.
She had endured his constant indiscretions and kept her end of their bargain, yet he was willing to completely destroy her dignity and life just to play the victim.
As her vision blurred and terror consumed her, she used her last ounce of strength to whisper a desperate plea for help.
But Ryan's perfect setup failed.
When Chloe finally opened her eyes the next morning, she wasn't surrounded by flashing cameras in a cheap hotel room.
She was safe in a luxurious penthouse, and sitting beside her bed was the one man Ryan was absolutely terrified of—the true, ruthless heir to the empire, Julian Astor IV. The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son
Modern I sat in a Louis XV-style chair that cost more than my entire education, picking at the peeling leather of my thrift-store handbag. Across the mahogany table, Council Bartlett didn't even look at me; he just checked his watch, treating our marriage like a corporate merger that needed to be finalized before the market closed.
To the world, I was a gold digger hitting the lottery, but I was actually a woman with a secret I guarded more fiercely than a state secret. I had one week to show a social worker a stable home with a husband, or they would take my four-year-old nephew, Leo, and put him back into the system forever.
The ink was barely dry on our marriage certificate when my world started to fracture. My aunt called, screaming for help as her drunk husband broke into her house, forcing me to leave my new "billionaire husband" in my cramped Queens apartment to handle a domestic nightmare with a baseball bat and pepper spray. When I returned, smelling of cheap whiskey and sweat, I found Council’s mother—the ice-cold Hortense—waiting on a video call. She didn't just want a business arrangement; she wanted an heir, and she’d already sent a box of fertility drugs to my kitchen counter to prove it.
I was living a lie in a tenement building, caught between a man who treated me like a line item and a social worker who viewed my life as a "phantom." Council was sleeping on my lumpy sofa, his expensive legs dangling off the end, while I locked the bedroom door every night. I didn't want his money; I just wanted my boy. But how could I survive a war where the enemy lived in a penthouse and the casualties were measured in custody hearings?
Just as Council saw me holding Leo and the "Ice King" finally began to thaw, his phone buzzed with an anonymous threat.
"I know you're faking it. Pay me 100k or the press gets the story."
The blackmailer was someone inside the Bartlett estate, and the "shield" I had built for Leo was about to become our cage. His Sweetheart's Cruelest Betrayal
Modern My childhood sweetheart, Bryce, swore he'd never leave me, even after he was revealed as the long-lost heir to the Larson crime family. He was my home, my future, my protector against his ruthless new world.
Then my sister, Diana, reappeared as the polished daughter of a rival Don, and he fell for her instantly.
When Diana was "poisoned," Bryce didn't hesitate. He ordered doctors to take my blood for the antidote, a rare transfusion that could kill me.
When she framed me as a rat, he had me thrown in a cellar. There, I was beaten, branded like an animal, and left for dead.
The man who swore to protect me had me tortured and broken, all for his new love.
His final act was to marry me off to a powerful stranger, a political move to get rid of me.
But as the black armored car carried me to my new life, he finally came chasing after me, begging for forgiveness. I looked at the man who destroyed me and delivered my final vow.
"My name is Callie Benton. And you, Bryce Larson, are nothing but a stranger from a life I no longer remember." The Twin's Last Martian Wish
Modern For five years, I played the part of the devoted wife to a billionaire who despised me. I endured his coldness, his public affair with his mistress Gisele, and every humiliation he threw my way. All of it was a performance, a long game for one single purpose.
On our fifth anniversary, the day my contract ended, I finally collected my deceased fiancé Julian's ashes. His last wish was to have them scattered on Mars, a dream only accessible to me through my marriage to his identical twin brother, Clayton.
With my mission accomplished, I asked for a divorce. But Clayton, the man who had ignored me for half a decade, refused. He laughed, then kissed me with a brutal possessiveness I' d never felt before. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered. "You're mine now."
He dragged me from our sterile penthouse, his eyes burning with a terrifying obsession. He offered me a real marriage, a child, a future I never wanted. He couldn't understand that my heart had always belonged to his dead brother.
When I finally revealed the truth-that our entire marriage was just a means to fulfill Julian's last wish-he didn't let me go. He broke. He abandoned his mistress, begged, and even kidnapped me, convinced he could force me to love him.
"You'll learn to be mine," he snarled, his sanity unraveling as he held me captive on his private jet. "We'll have children. They'll bind us together. You'll never leave me then."
But he was wrong. This wasn't the story of a woman won over by a monster's late-blooming love. This was the story of my escape, and I was finally ready to be free. The Price Of Unspoken Love
Romance Six years ago, I destroyed the only man I ever loved to save him. Today, he walked back into my life to take the only thing I have left.
I was dying of leukemia, with only months to live. My only wish was to spend that time with my daughter, Kenzie. But I was being sued for custody by my deceased husband's sister, who demanded a fortune I didn't have.
Then, the opposing lawyer walked in. It was Bryan Flores.
He stood by, his face a mask of indifference, as his client slapped me across the face. He threatened to take my daughter, calling me an unfit mother.
"Sign it," he said, his voice like ice. "Or I will see you in court, and I will take everything from you. Starting with your daughter."
He didn't know Kenzie was his child. He didn't know I was dying. He only knew he hated me, and he now had a new family with the very woman whose family had destroyed mine.
I had sacrificed everything to protect him, pushing him away with cruel lies so he could have a future. But my sacrifice had turned him into a monster, and he was now the weapon being used to destroy me completely.
To save our daughter, I gave up my life-saving treatment money and sent her far away. As he celebrated the birth of his new child on the floor above, I died alone in a hospital bed.
But I left him a letter. A letter that would burn his perfect world to the ground. Betrayal's Embrace: A Wife's Vengeance
Modern The call came at dusk: my brother, Ezra, had been in a motorcycle accident. The doctor, his voice chillingly calm, said he needed immediate surgery.
Then came the news that shattered my world: his leg was amputated. The surgeon, Dr. Kaitlin Russo, cited "complications," but I, an investigative blogger, smelled a lie. It wasn't a complication; it was a botched procedure.
My exposé went viral, detailing her negligence. And then, it vanished—scrubbed from the internet. My husband, Hayden Bridges, a titan of Silicon Valley, was suddenly unreachable. My sister, Ivy, disappeared from her apartment, leaving behind nothing but a set of muddy footprints and a scent of fear.
I found Kaitlin admiring a new diamond bracelet, a smirk playing on her lips. "Hayden takes very good care of me," she purred. The truth hit me like a physical blow. My husband wasn't just her powerful backer. He was her lover.
He forced me to issue a public apology to Kaitlin, making me watch a live video feed of Ivy, terrified and weeping in a dark room. "She's safe," he promised, his voice cold as ice, "as long as you drop this." I had no choice.
But my choice meant nothing. Ivy was tortured by Kaitlin's monstrous brother, Kyle, and died in my arms. Days later, Ezra was found dead in his hospital bed. In the desolate quiet of my grief, a new, cold purpose ignited within me. They had destroyed my family. I would burn his empire to the ground. Beyond Death: A Wife's Return
Fantasy Chloe Miller and Blake Harrison were husband and wife, a title that masked three years of mutual hatred and separate beds.
Then, a gang abducted and brutally murdered Chloe.
But instead of peace, she woke to the Grim Reaper' s voice: "Ms. Miller, you have desires you have not resolved. You cannot be reborn yet."
She was granted ten days to return to life and fix her problems, or risk eternal damnation.
Chloe returned to find Blake celebrating her "death" with her adoptive sister, Amelia Miller, the woman Blake truly loved.
Blake, believing her to be a manipulative ghost, grabbed her throat.
"You have the nerve to come back!" he snarled.
He thought she faked her kidnapping, mocking her with twisted accusations alongside Amelia and her parents.
Chloe, overwhelmed, saw the prayer beads she' d gotten for Blake during his accident, a symbol of her wasted devotion.
Her past devotion felt like a torment now, a chain she needed to break.
She pulled the beads from his wrist, scattering them, severing their hold.
"I' m tired, Blake," she said, her voice clear and firm. "Let' s get a divorce."
His eyes widened in shock.
He refused.
He' d always refused.
But this time, Chloe wasn' t fighting for him.
She was fighting for herself.
She was finally ready to rewrite her own story, leaving behind the shattered pieces of her past. A Mother's Fight For Her Daughter
Young Adult Sarah Miller poured her heart and soul into creating the perfect launching pad for her daughter, Emily-a cozy apartment near university, smelling of fresh paint and new beginnings.
She envisioned a safe space for Emily to flourish, a place where her bright, kind daughter could study and grow into the amazing woman she was meant to be.
But that peace shattered within three days when Emily' s voice, broken by sobs, revealed a nightmare: her best friend Ashley' s family had invaded the apartment, pushing boundaries, eating their food, and leaving a trail of disrespect.
Worst of all, Ashley' s brother had crept into Emily' s room at night, watching her sleep and whispering unsettling words, only for Ashley to dismiss it as a joke.
Sarah' s blood ran cold when she heard the terror in Emily' s voice, caught between fear and a desperate plea to avoid a scene.
How could a supposed best friend allow such a violation, turning kindness into an open invitation for chaos and harassment?
Driven by a mother' s primal fury, Sarah walked into her daughter' s apartment, witnessing the wreckage of their new beginning-stale smoke, greasy food, and a smug intruder.
The complacent smirk of Ashley' s brother, coupled with his callous remark about Emily being "high-strung," ignited a firestorm in Sarah.
She saw red and acted, a resounding slap echoing through the ruined living room, setting the stage for an inevitable confrontation.
This was no longer just about boundaries; it was about reclaiming sacred ground and protecting her daughter' s sanctuary.
With that decisive blow, Sarah declared war on anyone who dared threaten her child' s peace, peace she had worked her entire life to provide. Rose Garden Revenge
Modern For ten years, I, Eleanor Vance, played the perfect wife, silent and supportive, while my celebrated architect husband, Robert, built his monuments of glass and steel-and enjoyed a revolving door of ninety-nine mistresses.
But the real crack in my meticulously constructed facade came when his latest, Liam, moved into our guesthouse and began digging up my most cherished possession: my rose garden, a sacred memorial to the two children we lost.
Not only did Robert permit this desecration, but he publicly humiliated me, praising Liam as a "dazzling talent" at a lavish party more extravagant than our wedding, while our social circle whispered and pitied me. The ultimate blow came when he used the memory of our dead children as a weapon, ordering me to kneel before Liam.
How could he so casually dismiss my grief, my sacrifices, and the sacred space I carved out of our shared tragedy? How could a man I loved with every fiber of my being tear down my very soul for an empty imitation of a past ghost?
In that shattering moment, as a cruel smile spread across his face, I knew my love for him was finally dead; and Eleanor Vance, the dutiful wife, chose to embark on a radical, irreversible path to reclaim her life, her dignity, and her legacy, planning a public, messy fight he wouldn' t see coming. Not His Second Choice Anymore
Romance I woke up in 1982, my 22-year-old body buzzing with memories of a 72-year marriage to Mark Johnson.
This was my second chance.
Today was the day Mark proposed in our past life, and my heart beat with familiar hope, ready to relive our perfect love story.
I found him at the town gathering, my heart leaping.
But he wasn't looking for me.
Instead, Mark went straight to Bree Thompson, his confident smile fixed on her.
Then, loud enough for everyone, he asked her out.
My treasured memory, my entire hope, shattered instantly.
That perfect marriage, all those cherished moments, felt poisoned.
He was reborn too, and he clearly wanted someone else.
Public humiliation, malicious accusations, and finally, deliberately snapping my guitar string right before my talent show performance-his cruelty knew no bounds.
My beautiful past was ruined.
Was our entire 72-year marriage a lie?
Was I just a convenient second choice?
The rage and disbelief at this changed man consumed me.
Why was he so intent on destroying me?
Why did he hate the life we' d built?
The confusion was a constant ache.
But defiance sparked.
I sang acapella, winning a demo deal.
Enraged, Mark dropped his charade, spewing venom about how I'd held him back.
"We're done!" I declared, finally seeing the selfish parasite he always was.
This was my true second chance: to embrace my music, my freedom, and my own splendid future. Not Your Diner Girl Anymore
Young Adult For two years, I, the quiet girl from the town' s greasy diner, nursed a secret, pathetic crush on Ethan Hayes, our school' s golden boy and star quarterback. He embodied everything I admired, a perfect hero from a storybook.
Then, one day, I collapsed at a noisy pep rally, and when I came to, he was kneeling beside me, offering a hand, his voice laced with concern. But a chilling, disembodied voice pierced my mind – his actual thoughts: "Ugh, she' s always staring. So clumsy. Probably smells like that greasy diner her parents own."
The boy I' d idolized, the kind, perfect Ethan, was instantly replaced by a sneer I hadn't seen but had devastatingly heard. His disgust became a physical weight, overshadowing the relentless bullying from Brittany, his queen-bee friend, which he passively allowed. The final blow came when I was publicly accused of cheating on an exam, and he, the one person who knew Brittany' s true intentions, remained a shameful, silent observer.
How could my hero be such a snob, such a coward, letting me be publicly ridiculed and unjustly branded a cheat? The overwhelming unfairness of it all ripped through me, leaving me shattered and utterly alone.
But in that deepest pit of humiliation, a scorching resolve ignited within me. I decided then and there to turn all that pain into raw fuel, to outwork everyone, especially him, and secure my escape to a future where my worth wasn' t dictated by their petty judgments. Unmasked: The Grieving Husband
Billionaires For four years, I' ve played the part of Alex Miller, the broken, grieving husband of powerful CEO Cassandra Davenport.
She believed she "saved" me after my sister Sarah's tragic DUI.
But the truth was a horror: Sarah wasn't just in an accident; Cassie, her brother Dylan, and even my ex-fiancée executed a calculated plan to harvest her organs for Dylan.
Cassie then married me, thinking my grief would ensure my silence and control.
Every feigned hug, every comforting word, every moment of pretend devotion was a step in my meticulous hunt.
I used my honed cybersecurity skills, patiently navigating their labyrinthine lies, gathering the cold, hard evidence of their depravity.
They thought I was docile, a puppet on their strings, completely unaware of the raging storm building beneath my placid facade.
The injustice of Sarah's stolen life, and their smug impunity, fueled every waking moment.
Tonight, with the irrefutable evidence of their conspiracy and their global organ trafficking rings finally secure, my pretense shatters.
This isn' t a story of healing; it' s a meticulously planned detonation.
The Davenport Foundation' s lavish awards gala, their shining hour, is about to become the stage for their very public downfall. His Wedding Day, Her Dying Wish
Romance I was dying. Late-stage cystic fibrosis. Months, maybe a year. My last wish? To finish my art installations and reconnect with Ethan, the man who once promised me forever.
But Ethan, now a renowned architect meticulously planning his life with perfect fiancée Sophia, wanted nothing to do with my "chaos." I blackmailed him with his father's dirty secrets, forcing him into a 60-day contract to help my art. He dismissed my fading health as "drama," relentlessly judging me.
Sophia publicly humiliated and framed me, and Ethan chose her every time, even sending thugs to "scare" me away. On his wedding day, a desperate old acquaintance fatally stabbed me. I died alone, my final cries for connection misunderstood as manipulation, my love overshadowed by public shame.
Why did he hate me so much? Why couldn't he see beyond the chaos to the dying woman begging for a final human touch?
It wasn't until my death, when Ethan found my hidden journals and saw the truth of my terminal illness, that he understood. Crushed by regret, he dismantled his life, realizing the love he'd denied. Years later, inexplicably drawn back into his orbit, I met him again. Not as Ava, but as Mia. My soul, reborn, for a second chance at a love he never truly let die. The Lover Who Broke My Soul
Romance I opened my eyes to a miracle: A second chance. Reborn into my past life, I knew I was meant to cherish Ethan Cole, the husband I’d scorned, the man who’d loved me silently and died for my sake. This time, I vowed to be the wife he truly deserved. For a few precious weeks, there was hope; he, too, seemed reborn, gazing at me with cautious affection.
But then Sophia Vance appeared, and everything shattered. His eyes, once full of tender light, turned relentlessly cold. He began to inflict systematic cruelty, using Sophia as a pawn in a twisted game of "testing" my love.
He coerced me to sacrifice my dying mother for Sophia’s sibling, subjected me to public humiliation, and threatened me with physical harm. When my mother’s life and my own reputation weren't enough, he targeted my deepest fear: threatening my parents’ lives unless I confessed to Sophia’s absurd lies. My desperate love for him withered under this relentless onslaught, replaced by a chilling terror.
How could the man who died for me become such a monster? Was this his perverse way of making me pay for my past sins? Or had his own reborn hope curdled into a devastating, calculated revenge? The man standing before me was a stranger, inflicting unimaginable cruelty, and I was trapped.
I knew then: I wouldn't break. I would escape his torment. My only choice was to fake my own death, leaving him to his own regret and finally reclaiming my freedom. 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. Forsaken By The Pack, Destined For The Lycan King
Escritorapalacio 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. Rejected Luna: Fated To A Cursed Alpha
IlianaH Elena spent her entire life carrying the weight of a name nobody cared to remember. As an orphaned Omega, she lived beneath the boots of her own pack, forced to endure mockery, orders, and endless humiliation while everyone around her treated her like she didn't belong among them.
Through every miserable year, she held on to one fragile belief. Once she turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess would finally lead her to her destined mate, and that bond would become her way out of the cruel life she had suffered through for so long.
Instead, fate tore her apart in the worst possible way.
The man tied to her soul turned out to be Alpha Caleb, the cold and merciless ruler of her pack. Unfortunately for Elena, his heart already belonged to Natalie, the vicious woman who strutted around the territory as though the Luna title already belonged to her.
Rather than accepting the sacred bond between them, Caleb cast Elena aside without hesitation. In front of the entire pack, he continued to shower Natalie with affection while treating Elena like a stain he wanted erased. Within a single moment, every dream Elena had treasured collapsed, leaving her trapped in a humiliation that followed her everywhere she went.
When it seemed like there was nothing left for her to lose, another Alpha entered her life.
Davis came from beyond the pack borders, carrying rumors dark enough to make even seasoned wolves uneasy. People whispered about the curse tied to his bloodline, and many feared the destruction that seemed to follow his family wherever they went. Yet beneath the mystery and danger surrounding him, Davis offered Elena something nobody else ever had.
While Caleb chose status, power, and appearances, Davis made her feel seen. For the first time in her life, Elena began to wonder if destiny had given her another path. Maybe he was the chance she needed to finally claim the love, freedom, and strength that had always been denied to her.
Will Elena continue chasing a mate who never wanted her? Or will she walk away from the pain of rejection and embrace the man who could help her rebuild the broken pieces of her life? 
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