Anastasia Paige
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Forsaken By The Alpha: The Wolfless Mate's Revenge
Werewolf For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two." The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Heir
Billionaires Fiona Ferguson was trapped in a cold, transactional marriage with billionaire Holland Montgomery just to save her dying grandmother.
On their wedding night, he didn't touch her. Instead, he slammed an emergency contraceptive pill onto the vanity, accusing her of drugging him to secure a ring.
She swallowed the bitter pill to appease him. But weeks later, a routine medical checkup revealed the impossible: she was four weeks pregnant. Her grandmother's herbal anxiety medication had secretly neutralized the contraceptive.
Terrified of his ruthless temper, Fiona hid the pregnancy while enduring his constant humiliations. When her grandmother's life-saving heart transplant was suddenly bumped for a VIP patient, Fiona swallowed her pride and begged Holland to use his hospital board influence.
He didn't even listen. Instead, he pulled out a black American Express card and threw it across his massive desk.
"Name your price," he sneered, treating her desperate plea for a life like a cheap shakedown. "One million? Five? Let's just put a number on it."
Staring at the heavy black card, something inside Fiona finally shattered. She had taken his pills, endured his family's mockery, and let him treat her like dirt—all to keep her only family alive. But he truly believed her soul had a price tag.
A chilling calm washed over her. Without touching the card, she looked the billionaire dead in the eye with profound contempt.
"I regret the day I ever met you," she said, her voice like ice. "As soon as the surgery is over, we are getting a divorce. And I am walking away with absolutely nothing." The Chef's Lie, Her Scars
Modern My husband Collin and I were Chicago' s culinary power couple, but our perfect life was a lie. To win the coveted Golden Spoon award, he brought in a protégée, Casey-a woman who looked just like me, twenty years younger.
Then I overheard his sickening plan. He would use my talent to win the award, securing our empire. After that, he' d set Casey up as his adoring mistress in Europe.
"I get to have both," he bragged. "The respectable chef wife, the passionate, adoring mistress. It's perfect."
He publicly humiliated me, abandoned me after a kitchen fire left my arm scarred, and painted me as a jealous, unstable woman when I caught them together. He thought I was too devoted to our restaurant, too blinded by love to ever see his betrayal.
He was wrong.
The final straw wasn't his affair, but his cruelty. After he left me bleeding on the street to rush Casey to the hospital for a minor scratch, I finally saw the truth. I would not just leave him. I would vanish, erasing myself from his life so completely that he'd be left with nothing but the ashes of the empire I built. From Ruin, A Family's Rebirth
Modern The hum of my hydroponic pumps was the sound of success, a constant thrum in the Harmony Springs warehouses I' d brought back to life.
I was Ethan Miller, the tech kid who' d poured every fortune back into this dying town, promising jobs and prosperity.
Then the celebration died the moment the angry shouts from outside drowned out the pumps.
A mob, half the town, stood in my gravel lot, their faces twisted with an anger I couldn' t grasp, led by Chad Thompson, a man I' d hired, trusted, and considered family.
"There he is! The millionaire!" someone screamed, and the wave of accusation focused on me.
Chad laughed, a short, ugly sound. "This is a town meeting, Ethan. You' re the guest of honor. We' re tired of you getting rich off our backs."
They called me a parasite, a thief, accusing me of exploiting them, despite the jobs I'd created and the wages I'd paid.
They saw my success and interpreted it as a betrayal.
They demanded an insane increase in rent, 50,000 dollars per warehouse, and 20% of my company' s profits, with Chad as chairman.
It wasn't about money; it was about control.
"No," I said, my voice quiet but final. "I will not be extorted."
The shouts became threats, a violent crescendo. "Get out of our town, you thief!"
Then, the first rock slammed into the metal siding of my warehouse.
They swarmed, shattering windows, overturning equipment, trampling my plants into mud.
My dream, my life' s work, was being systematically destroyed by the very people I had come home to save.
My wife, Sarah, and daughter, Lily, arrived, just as a brute backed out of the warehouse, nearly hitting Lily with a metal shelf.
I lunged, taking the blow myself, crumpling to the ground as Lily screamed.
Chad smirked over me, "Looks like you had a little accident."
Sarah' s fury erupted. "You! He treated you like a brother! He came back to this dead-end town because he believed in it!"
The betrayal solidified into an icy resolve.
"They can have it," I rasped, defeat in my voice. "They can have this whole damned town."
But they weren' t getting my technology.
That night, under the cover of darkness, I orchestrate a silent, complete extraction, leaving Harmony Springs with nothing but an empty shell, unaware of the financial trap I laid. Unloved Daughter, Unbreakable Spirit
Young Adult After three years away, the day finally came: my parents and little sister were coming home.
My heart pounded with a desperate hope, imagining the hugs and loving welcomes I' d missed.
But when they arrived, their eyes went straight to my doll-like sister, Brittany, leaving me, Chloe, standing invisible in the doorway.
"You' ve gotten so… big," my mother, Sarah, stated flatly, her gaze making my simple clothes feel cheap and ugly.
Brittany' s innocent-sounding jab, "Mommy, she looks like a country girl," was met with my dad' s chuckle and my mom' s tired smile, twisting a knife in my chest.
What followed was a slow, agonizing realization: I wasn' t a daughter, but a utility.
My hands bled from endless chores, yet my mother dismissed it as "attention-seeking."
I overheard my father declare my future: stuck in our small town, running the family store, "good enough for her."
Then came the slap-a public humiliation, a burning sting on my face for a spilled candy jar worth mere cents.
Their casual cruelty overshadowed any physical pain, confirming I was nothing more than a nuisance.
My grandmother, the only warmth in my world, held me as I sobbed.
"Some people are just not meant to be in your heart," she whispered, her words a bitter truth.
I tried again, making my mother a birthday cake with my own saved money, only for her to call it "ugly" and knock it to the floor, shattering it-and my last vestiges of hope.
The final blow came when my mother accused me of theft, hitting me so hard my head throbbed, while my father stood by.
Then Brittany ran in, crying over a scraped knee, and their immediate, doting concern made it sickeningly clear: her minor discomfort outweighed my brutal reality.
Why was their love so conditional, so utterly, devastatingly absent for me?
Why did their concern instantly shift to a superficial scrape while my pain was invisible, dismissed, or even caused by them?
How could a family be so blind, so callous, to its own child?
The answer solidified with chilling clarity: I was done trying to earn a love they would never give.
That night, I started tearing up every academic achievement, every proof of my efforts, a quiet declaration of war: I would not be their victim. His Wife's Cruel Secret
Modern My name is Nathaniel Lester, a legacy in The Directorate, a secret agency where my legendary father, "Ghost," once operated.
I chose to sacrifice a leadership career, opting for a field agent role, all to stay close to my high-ranking handler wife, Sylvia, whom I loved more than anything.
That choice shattered my world during a mission in Eastern Europe when I was captured by mercenaries, tortured, and had the crucial "Rosetta Key" cut from my arm, leaving me broken and left for dead.
My hero, Sylvia, later rescued me, but her voice from the hospital hallway - "using the mercenaries to set up Nathaniel... maybe we went too far," followed by, "Caleb needs the Rosetta Key... As for Nathaniel? He has me. That's enough" - echoed louder than any scream.
My wife, the woman I devoted everything to, and my lifelong mentor, conspired to leave me brutally maimed for a promotion for some rookie named Caleb, destroying my body, my career, and my very identity.
They systematically fed me lies, delayed my healing with fake serums, and orchestrated my public humiliation, stripping me of my clearance and painting me as a traitor just as Caleb, the one who benefited from my agony, was groomed to replace me.
How could my closest allies betray me so utterly?
What dark game were they playing, and why did my sacrifice mean so little?
Alone in that locked room, with nothing left but searing pain and raging fury, I remembered one thing they forgot: my father, Ghost, always had a contingency for betrayal.
I activated his hidden protocol, a desperate signal sent through my life force, relinquishing my old self to call the Ghost home, knowing this was either my end or my ultimate rebirth. My Wife's Faked Death
Modern At sixty-six, lying in a hospice bed, my breath a shallow rasp, I faced the end of a lifetime of thankless labor. My estranged daughter stood by, refusing eye contact, when she announced, "You have a visitor."
The door opened, and in walked a woman older, impeccably dressed-my wife, Jenny, who had supposedly died in a fiery car crash forty years ago.
She thanked me for raising Stella and caring for her parents, then offered a condescending "donation" to cover my burial costs. The betrayal, forty years old, ripped through me like a fresh wound, knowing my daughter was in on the lie, my whole life a bitter joke.
My heart seized, the world went dark, and the monitor beside my bed screamed its frantic protest.
Then, light. I gasped, shooting upright, my heart strong, my hands calloused and young. I wasn' t in a hospice; I was in my own bedroom, 26 again, clutching Jenny' s crumpled "suicide note."
She was gone, but not dead. This time, I' d make her "death" real. The Devil's Sister
Horror My name is Jocelyn Clark, or it was.
Five years ago, my husband, Ethan, sent me away, pregnant and alone, to a forgotten town.
He was obsessed with my sister, Nicole, convinced she was a fragile angel, but she was a viper.
He abandoned me, and then she had me killed.
Now, Nicole's heart is failing, and Ethan's desperate search for a compatible donor leads him back to the dilapidated house where he sent me to die.
He calls, only to have a small, trembling voice answer, "My mom? She passed away. A long time ago."
He dismisses it as a game, storms to the town, and demands to find me, refusing to believe Barney, the old sheriff, who tells him the truth: "Jocelyn is dead. She' s been dead for five years."
Ethan' s arrogance blinds him; he sees conspiracy where there is only tragedy.
He refuses to accept my death or the existence of our son, Matthew, whom he dismisses as a "bastard" and threatens to harm.
His cruel intent escalates until his men dangle our terrified son from a rooftop, a brutal ultimatum for me to reveal myself.
Just as Matthew falls, the DNA report arrives: "He' s your son!"
Simultaneously, word comes: "We found the grave... Jocelyn Clark."
The horrifying truth about my death and our child's paternity crashes down, shattering Ethan' s world.
He thought he was seeking a donor, a wife, but he was condemning his own son. My 21st Birthday: Day Of Reckoning
Billionaires My 21st birthday gala.
The grand ballroom buzzed, filled with the heavy scent of lilies.
But my eyes snapped open to my private suite; I was back.
Not in the cold, damp alley where they left me to die.
It was that day again.
Last time, my seemingly sweet cousin Chloe stole my bespoke gown, publicly humiliating me.
My charming fiancé, Ethan, watched, then sealed my fate.
My own brother, Marcus, ravenous for power, colluded with them.
They engineered my ruin, aligning with Viktor Rostova's Apex Global, swallowing our family empire whole.
My father, the Senator, fell mysteriously ill, then was cruelly silenced.
The memory of their betrayal, cold and hard, was a raw wound.
How could the people I trusted most destroy me so utterly?
Their 'revenge' for one public embarrassment had cost me everything.
But this time, I knew their every move.
This time, it would be different.
I stood, calm and steady, ready to dismantle them piece by piece.
The first move? My true dress.
Then, a reckoning for every single one of them. From Sugar Baby to Heiress
Young Adult At seventeen, my world was simple, filled with summer heat and the promise of graduation, all centered around my wild first love, Jax Carter.
But his family's money whispered through town, a power that turned to poison when his twisted need for revenge against my mother crippled my ten-year-old brother, Miguel, and left me pregnant and abandoned.
My comfortable life vanished overnight, replaced by the relentless burden of Miguel's medical bills, forcing me into the humiliating role of a "sugar baby," enduring leering old men just to survive.
Eight years later, I walked into a charity auction, a sea of tailored suits and glittering gowns, only to see him across the room: Jax, now a successful architect, thriving, untouched, with a beautiful fiancée by his side.
His presence, a stark contrast to my daily struggle and the constant reminder of my brother' s shattered future, ignited a cold, burning rage so deep it threatened to consume me.
When fate, or perhaps karma, brought him back into my orbit, terminally ill and desperate for a relationship with Mateo – the son he never knew he had – I saw my chance.
He wanted redemption and believed I offered forgiveness, but every kind word, every tender touch, was a meticulously crafted lie, a performance designed to lure him into my trap.
I would use his guilt, his vast wealth, and his desperate hope for a cure to secure everything for my brother and son, then deliver a truth so brutal it would obliterate him.
This wasn' t a second chance; it was the ultimate, calculated payment for a debt he owed, ensuring he would finally pay for the ruin he caused my family, even if it meant destroying myself in the process. The Harrison Heir's Vengeance
Billionaires My Austin estate, usually a haven of quiet luxury, felt like a cage. My engagement to Brooke, stable as the family fortune, was meant to be the next logical step in a life I thought I largely controlled.
Then came the primal scream from my throat, wordless in the chill of a nightmare that suddenly, terrifyingly, became real: the heavy thud of our main gate, the crash downstairs signaling intruders, and the glint of steel.
I barricaded my mother and myself in my room, listening in horror as my sister, Savannah, dismissed Mom’s desperate pleas as "drama" on the phone, accusing me of faking it, while a knife plunged into Mom’s chest. Barely escaping with my life and a broken body, I stumbled to my fiancée Brooke for help, only to be branded a liar and brutally whipped by her, Savannah’s poisoned words already having turned her against me.
How could my own flesh and blood, consumed by jealousy for some pathetic country singer, orchestrate such a savage betrayal, painting me as the villain while my mother bled out? The burning injustice tore through me, mingling with the chilling realization that those I trusted most were the ones who condemned me.
But as the sirens approached and a call from the sheriff confirmed the bloody truth and an arrest, a new, cold resolve cemented within me: the naive boy was gone, replaced by a man forged in fire, ready to reclaim his destiny, unmask the true orchestrator, and dismantle the lives of everyone who dared to wrong the Harrisons. You might like
Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King
Da Lanlan For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess.
Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world.
Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna.
Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee.
Immediately after, my mother called to gloat.
"Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?"
She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue.
I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die.
But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom.
I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent.
If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one. Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Rabbit As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me.
Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King.
My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss.
His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Lycan King
Annabell Seto I was a wolfless Omega, sold to the powerful Blackwood Pack to save my bankrupt family from ruin.
But on my wedding day, as I walked down the aisle alone, my groom didn't show up.
Braden, the Alpha heir, had abandoned me at the altar. He boarded a private jet with his scentless human mistress, leaving me to face the cruel mockery of the most powerful Alphas in North America.
To clean up his mess, the Dowager Luna offered me two humiliating replacements to fulfill our sacred marriage treaty: a brute who despised me, or a trembling coward who couldn't even look me in the eye.
The pack members sneered, publicly screaming that I was nothing but "leftovers" and a rejected stray.
They expected me to lower my head, accept their scraps, and remain a pathetic pawn in their political games. They thought a fragile, wolfless girl would just break down and cry.
But a white-hot pride ignited in my soul. I refused to be their victim.
I rejected both of their pathetic options and pointed directly at the most terrifying man in the room—the Lycan King himself.
"I demand a replacement. I choose him."
I didn't just escape humiliation; I forced the ruthless King to make me his Queen.
Now, I am the Luna of the entire pack, wielding the power to control their fate, and stepmother to the coward who threw me away.
It's time to teach these beasts exactly who they are dealing with. The Moonless She-Wolf: Rejected By The Pack, Desired By The Alpha
Canal In a world where weakness could cost someone their life, Ava Grey had been born without a wolf, and all she had ever faced was rejection and suffering. Her own kind had cast her aside, and a strange scar marked her with a secret she still didn't understand.
More than anything, she had wanted to break free from it all. Then, on the night of the Lunar Gala, everything changed.
It started with a single glance. One brief encounter. A bond formed against all reason and tied her to Lucas Westwood, the Alpha of the rival pack, the very man she should've stayed away from.
Surrounded by hatred, rising conflict, and a fate she couldn't escape, Ava came to realize that what made her different wasn't a curse at all. It was a power others both craved and feared.
As tensions grew, the packs moved closer to war. Alliances began to fall apart. In the middle of it all, one truth slowly revealed itself. The real danger wasn't the monster they thought they were fighting. Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan
Kellie Brown When I woke up with a hangover, I found a handsome and naked stranger sleeping beside me.
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I'm Tanya, a surrogate's daughter, an omega with no wolf and no scent.
On my 18th birthday, when I planned to give my virginity to my boyfriend, I found him sleeping with my sister.
I went to the bar to get drunk, and accidentally had a one-night stand with the handsome stranger.
I thought he was just an ordinary werewolf, but they said he was Marco, the alpha prince and the most powerful Lycan in our kingdom.
'You slut, you're pregnant! Fortunately, Rick is kind enough to let you be his mistress and save you from shame.' my stepmother said, tossing a pregnancy strip on the table.
Rick was an old pervert. No she-wolf could keep up with his sexual demand. No she-wolf could survive with him more than 1 year.
When I was in despair, Marco came to my rescue. He got down on one knee, took out a ring and said he would marry me.
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I thought Marco married me because he loved me, but later I found that was not the truth... 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. In Bed With My Ex's Brother-in-Law
Ady Daniels He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up. and made her his wife.
On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back-humiliated, broken, and utterly alone.
Until Eric Thompson appeared.
Bella's older brother. Mark's powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city.
He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal:
A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild.
Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric's carefully guarded control unraveled-and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.
He was the one man she could never have. and the only one she couldn't resist.
But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother's bride, Elena must decide:
Is this just a contract?
Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for? 
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