Clara Winter
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Clara Winter's Books and Stories
Escaping The Arrogant Alpha: The Pregnant White Wolf's Revenge
Werewolf For five years, I endured the mockery of the entire pack as the Alpha's "wolfless" contract mate, dedicating my life to raising his fallen comrade's orphaned son.
But when his pop-star true mate returned, I discovered the sick, twisted truth.
The boy I had stayed up nights nursing through fevers wasn't an orphan at all. He was the biological son of my husband and his mistress.
My husband had hidden her pregnancy to protect her career, using me as a free, disposable shield and nanny.
When the truth came out, the elders sneered, calling me a defective stray.
Even the five-year-old boy I had loved as my own pushed me away to run into his father's arms.
"Grandma said you're not my real mommy. She said Auntie Ginger is my real mommy, and you're just a mean wolfless."
My husband then ordered me to pack my bags so his mistress could take my place, yet he arrogantly refused to sign the annulment papers, wanting to keep me trapped in his territory.
Five years of endless devotion, wiped out by a handful of lies and a cheap plastic toy.
They really thought I was just a powerless, sterile maid they could trample and discard at will.
I touched my stomach, feeling the genetic signature of pure-blood twins, and pulled out my supreme diplomatic clearance pass.
This time, I wouldn't just leave. I was going to tear his empire to the ground. She Was a Joke, Now the Queen
Romance On her twenty-fifth birthday, Eveline woke up to the cloying scent of champagne and a ballroom full of contemptuous whispers.
Her adoptive sister, Ciara, was clutching her arm with manufactured tears, publicly accusing Eveline of hiring men to kidnap her and ruin the party.
Her husband, Frederick, stared at Eveline with pure disgust.
"Eveline, I never thought you were this vile."
Her biological father slammed a deed of renunciation on the table, forcing her to sever all ties with the family.
In her past life, Eveline had sobbed and begged them to believe her innocence.
But her frantic denials only earned her deeper scorn from the man she loved.
Frederick had tossed her aside, her biological family had mercilessly abandoned her, and her life was systematically dismantled piece by painful piece until she died in absolute despair.
She died never understanding why her desperate, all-consuming devotion was treated like filthy dirt beneath their shoes.
Opening her eyes, Eveline realized she had been reborn on the exact day her nightmare began.
This time, she didn't shed a single tear.
She calmly signed the divorce papers, projected the hidden security footage of Ciara paying off the kidnappers to the entire ballroom, and walked away to reclaim her true billionaire bloodline. The Disguised Girl: Captivating The Billionaire King
Romance Dasia's twin brother, Gerald, was an e-sports prodigy, the rising star of the Glory team.
But during a crucial moment, he was framed by his own teammates. They orchestrated a trap that completely destroyed his reputation and left his right hand brutally crushed.
Instead of getting him medical help, the club threw him out into the freezing rain, bleeding and disgraced. The manager labeled him useless trash and slapped him with a five-million-dollar termination fee to bleed him dry. Stripped of his pro status, the wealthy bullies at his prep school relentlessly targeted him, mocking his crippled hand and beating him down.
Dasia watched her twin brother cry in his room, his life and dreams shattered by the people he trusted. A violent, suffocating rage boiled in her chest. How could they smile while crushing his hand? Why should the victim be treated like a rotting piece of garbage while the perpetrators get rich and celebrated?
She didn't shed a single tear. She stood in front of the mirror, took a pair of scissors, and ruthlessly hacked off her waist-length hair. She wrapped her chest in coarse medical bandages until her ribs screamed, and pulled on his oversized black hoodie.
"Everything you took from him, I am going to take back with interest."
The girl in the mirror was gone. She was Gerald now. She secretly passed the brutal online tryouts for Glory's biggest rival, the elite Blackflame team, and signed their official contract. The revenge had officially begun. Runaway Lover: Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire
Romance For fifteen years, I thought my mother had died in a tragic fire.
Then the wealthy Ross family's butler knocked on my door, revealing she was alive—locked away in the psychiatric annex of their massive estate.
I rushed into the lion's den to save her, only to run straight into Graydon Ross, the ruthless billionaire CEO.
He looked at my cheap clothes with pure disgust, convinced I was a bottom-feeding scammer trying to extort his family.
"Throw this bitch out into the snow."
He ordered his armed guards to drag me away, completely cutting off my only chance to see my mentally broken mother.
But as he violently grabbed my collar to throw me out, I saw a custom eagle-head cufflink hanging from his coat pocket.
My blood turned to ice, and a wave of paralyzing terror crashed over me.
Eight months ago, I accidentally slept with a masked stranger in a pitch-black hotel room and fled before dawn.
That cufflink belonged to him.
The man who took my virginity—the Wall Street tyrant I had been hiding from—was Graydon Ross.
If he ever found out I was that woman, he would literally destroy my life.
But to save my mother, I couldn't be thrown out.
When his grandmother suddenly appeared, I dropped to the floor, exposed the dark bruises Graydon had just left on my wrists, and sobbed.
I framed the billionaire for assault to secure my place in the mansion, forcing myself to live right next door to the monster whose bed I had fled. His Ninety-Nine Betrayals, My Freedom
Modern My fiancé, a Navy SEAL Commander, postponed our wedding 99 times for my manipulative sister. For our 100th attempt, I put my foot down. This date, or no date.
He called two weeks before the wedding to cancel again. But this time, he threatened my career to force my compliance.
Then I overheard the truth. He was planning to marry my sister-a "temporary" arrangement to get her into an exclusive therapy program.
After he divorced her, he'd come back to me. I was his "certainty." His backup plan.
My own mother supported it, slapping me when I refused to play along.
"You will be a proper wife," she hissed.
I had spent five years as a placeholder, my life put on hold for their drama. I was done waiting.
I hung up the phone, canceled the wedding permanently, and volunteered for a three-year, off-the-grid assignment. But first, I took my wedding dress and a pair of scissors. My Marriage: A Million Lies
Modern My marriage to the cold New York tycoon, Eli Drake, was supposed to be an impossible love story. I was the rebellious artist who had chased him across continents, believing I' d found my soulmate.
Then I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Our three-year marriage was a lie, a charade designed to protect his fragile sister-in-law, Kala. I was just the "lightning rod," strong enough to take the hits meant for her.
The worst part? He' d secretly had a vasectomy, letting me endure his family' s scorn for being "barren" while he knew the truth all along.
It all clicked into place: the public humiliations, the framed financial crimes, the "accidents" that left me scarred. They systematically broke me, forcing me to give a piece of my own skin to heal Kala and staging a car crash that landed me in prison.
Eli' s justification was always the same: "Kala is delicate. Not like you." He thought I was strong enough to take it, that my defiance was a tool he could use.
He exiled me, thinking I was broken and forgotten. He was wrong. I reinvented myself as the celebrated artist 'Lark.' And when he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness on a global stage, I knew my moment had come. My revenge would be a masterpiece. His Mafia Princess's Revenge
Mafia My husband, Don Lorenzo Bianchi, the man who once took ninety-nine lashes for me, had just locked me in a guest room. I was four months pregnant with our child, the heir to his mafia empire.
My crime was throwing a glass of wine on his mistress, a woman he had moved into our home.
She cornered me in the garden, gloating that once the baby was born, he would give it to her to raise as her own. Later, she shoved me down the grand staircase, then threw herself down after me, screaming to my husband that I had tried to kill her.
As I lay in a pool of my own blood, Lorenzo rushed past me, scooping her into his arms and carrying her away without a single backward glance.
To force me to apologize, he had my parents brought to my hospital room and brutally whipped until they collapsed at his feet.
He was no longer the man who had 999 crystals sewn into my wedding dress. He was a monster who believed every lie she told and punished me for her crimes. How could the man who swore to love me forever become this cruel stranger?
But he didn't know the truth. Days before the fall, I had secretly terminated the pregnancy. I took the urn containing our child's ashes, filed for divorce, and disappeared from his world forever. The Alpha's Rejected White Wolf Mate
Werewolf It was the night of my first solo art exhibition, but my Alpha mate, Cameron, was nowhere to be seen. The air was thick with champagne and praise, but every compliment felt like a slap, calling me "the Alpha's mate," not an artist.
Then I saw him on the news feed. He was shielding another woman, an Alpha Female, from camera flashes. The whispers in the room confirmed it: their packs were merging, sealed by a new mating. This wasn't just him being late; it was a public execution of our bond.
His voice cut into my mind, cold and detached. "Kacie needs me. You're an Omega, handle this." Not an apology, just an order. That was the moment the last thread of hope I’d clung to for four years finally snapped.
He hadn't just forgotten me; he had systematically erased me, even taking credit for the billion-dollar app born from my secret visions, dismissing my art as a mere "hobby."
But the quiet, submissive part of me died that night. I walked into a back office and sent a message to my lawyer.
I told her to draft a Rejection Ritual document, disguised as an Intellectual Property transfer for my "worthless" art. He would never read the fine print. With the same arrogance he used to shatter my soul, he was about to sign his own away. His Obsession Became My Perfect Escape
Romance I've been married to Emit Arnold for three years. It was a shotgun wedding, forced after I woke up in his bed, drugged and confused. On that same day, the woman he truly loved died in a car crash, and I was instantly recast as the villain who had stolen her life.
Now, my adopted sister, Gigi, a hauntingly perfect copy of his dead lover, lives with us. He adores her, while my own children run past me to throw their arms around her instead.
He humiliates me in front of our family, suggesting I'm unstable and need to be sent away "to rest." The final blow came at the annual charity gala. He took the sapphire necklace he once gave me, the last symbol of a love I thought we had, and fastened it around Gigi's neck for the whole world to see.
Watching him gently brush a stray hair from her face, a gesture once reserved only for me, I knew it was over. He wasn't just ignoring our marriage; he was publicly executing it.
That night, I walked out into a raging storm. The next morning, I collapsed on a cold bathroom floor, miscarrying a child I never knew I was carrying. As I cleaned myself up, alone, I felt the last of my love die. My divorce summons was served on Gigi's birthday. His Unknowing Bride
Romance Ava Green was dying, her body failing her with terminal illness.
She returned to her hometown, seeking a peaceful end, only to confront the ghost of her first love, Liam Carter.
He greeted her with a smirk and a diamond on another woman' s finger, his words laced with venom, tearing down her childhood home before her eyes.
Liam, manipulated by his mother, believed Ava had abandoned him for money eight years prior, blind to her selfless sacrifice to save their beloved teacher.
She died, heartbroken and alone, leaving him consumed by a guilt that twisted his life into a lonely monument to her memory.
But death was not the end.
Two years later, Ava woke in a stranger' s body, a rebellious punk teen named Riley, thrust back into the city she' d fled.
With fragmented memories and a dead girl' s vengeful wishes burning on her skin, she found herself face-to-face with Liam again.
He didn't recognize her, yet offered an unexpected marriage of convenience, unknowingly fulfilling her desperate need for a way to complete Riley' s final, unfinished business while navigating a love that refused to die. 104 Sundays of Lies
Modern My world reset every Sunday, leaving me a blank slate for my loving fiancé, Ethan, and my best friend, Maria, to carefully guide.
Every week, Ethan would patiently show me home videos of our happy life, our engagement, and explain my amnesia, reassuring me of his devotion after my rock-climbing accident.
But a crude tattoo mysteriously appearing on my ankle, spelling "HE'S LYING," hinted at a truth my conscious mind couldn' t hold.
Then I found a hidden note: "THE PILLS ARE SLEEPING DRAFTS. DON' T TAKE THEM." My heart sank as I realized the "vitamins" Maria gave me nightly were keeping me trapped in this cycle.
I started pretending to take them, creeping out of bed one night to hear Ethan and Maria laughing, discussing how they were siphoning millions from my family, and planning their Bali escape.
That agonizing discovery was nothing compared to seeing them passionately kissing on the couch, my fiancé and my best friend.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage, unlike anything I'd ever felt, consumed me.
When I confronted them, Maria shoved me, sending my head crashing against the coffee table.
I woke up in a hospital, staring at Ethan, and then it hit me: the floodgates opened. Two years of forgotten betrayals, 104 cycles of lies, every single horrifying detail slammed back into my mind.
He hovered over me, thumb drive in hand, ready to reset me again.
"No," I whispered, forcing my voice to tremble. "Should I know who you are?"
Relief washed over his face. He thought I was broken again, unsuspecting.
But this time, I remembered everything. And he had no idea the game had just irrevocably changed. The Scorned Fiance: Reclaiming His Crown
Billionaires I barely had two pennies to rub together, living in a small back-house room the Petersons let me use, but at least I had Tiffany.
Tiffany Peterson, my beautiful fiancée, was my world.
That was, until she didn't come home from whatever party she' d gone to.
The next morning, Julian Astor III, New York' s notorious playboy, appeared.
He smirked, waving Tiffany's silk scarf in my face.
"Found it in my penthouse this morning. Tiffany left in a bit of a hurry. You'll be seeing a lot more of her."
Tiffany confirmed it all, not a trace of remorse on her face.
Our engagement? "A formality, darling. Julian is my future."
Later, Julian returned to my room, his goons beating my only friend, Mike, just for asking questions.
Julian then detailed intimate acts with Tiffany, twisting the knife.
When I confronted the Petersons, my adoptive parents, they sneered: "You're a nobody, Alex. An orphan we took in out of charity. You will go along with it."
My supposed family, the people who raised me, were selling me out, orchestrating my humiliation for their social climb.
My world shattered.
How could this be happening?
The woman I loved, my adoptive family, all conspiring to humiliate and discard me like trash.
Why?
What had I ever done to deserve such betrayal and cruelty?
Broken and devoid of hope, I started packing my worn duffel bag – the only thing left from my parents.
Then, something fell out: a faded photograph of a woman with my eyes, wearing a unique crescent-moon pendant.
A stranger named Chloe Vanderbilt later saw it and whispered of "a prominent family, a lost heir, connected by a crescent symbol."
Was there more to my past than I knew?
And could this secret be my only way out of this nightmare? The Genius They Cast Aside
Modern Ethan Miller' s brilliant mind offered him one dream: an elite NSA program at Stanford, a world away from his suffocating family life. But when he returned home, his mother, stepfather, and even his long-time girlfriend Sarah shockingly demanded he surrender his coveted college spot and every resource to his manipulative stepbrother, Kevin, who weaponized his fabricated illnesses.
Their betrayal quickly escalated; Gary's physical abuse, Sarah's public abandonment and her giving his precious grandmother's locket to Kevin, shattered any lingering hope. The ultimate humiliation came when Sarah, with his family' s terrifying approval, proposed a grotesque "commitment ceremony" with Kevin, expecting Ethan to offer his "blessing" as his final punishment.
How could his loving family and the girl he adored turn him into a sacrificial lamb for a calculating manipulator? Was his very existence merely a tool for Kevin' s twisted ascent, leading to nothing but endless despair? Ethan' s heart turned to a cold, empty void.
On the day he was meant to be publicly broken, Ethan silently chose a radical path: accepting a covert NSA program, effectively "dying" to his past, to forge a new life far beyond their reach. The Imposter's Game
Modern Saturday mornings were sacred, spent in my garage, polishing my cherished cherry red '69 Camaro.
My wife, Emily, had just confirmed her performance check at Sam's Autoworks before our road trip.
Life was good, almost perfect.
Then the phone rang.
Detective Rourke.
My Camaro was involved in a fatal hit-and-run, he said.
Impossible!
It was supposed to be safely at Sam's.
But according to the police, it never arrived.
At the scene, my world crumbled.
My beautiful muscle car was a twisted wreck.
Three body bags lay on the asphalt, one terribly small.
A furious crowd pointed at me, screaming accusations: I was the driver, laughing, making vile comments, fleeing the scene.
Emily arrived, her face aghast as Rourke showed her video stills of 'me' at the wheel.
"How could you?" she wailed, slapping me.
I was condemned, a monster in the eyes of the world.
My wife left me.
My parents were targeted and killed in retaliation.
I was beaten to death in prison, still grasping for answers, knowing I was innocent.
How could such a perfect frame-up happen?
What impossible force made me the culprit when I wasn't?
Then I opened my eyes.
It was Saturday again.
My clock read 8:03 AM.
I was back.
This time, even when the car was stolen despite my precautions and the accident happened again, I wasn't helpless.
With the memories of my nightmare life, and a deeper understanding of my car’s unique security, I finally had a fighting chance to reveal the chilling truth behind the monster who stole my life. Ninety-Nine Lashes: A Heiress's Reckoning
Romance To escape my suffocating family and regain my mother's inheritance, I, Ava Monroe, struck a desperate deal: forced marriage to Liam Sterling, a Texas rancher comatose from a polo accident.
But the true agony was knowing my secret crush, Ethan Hayes, my stoic head of security, was blindly infatuated with my step-sister Chloe, seeing her as an angel and me as nothing but entitled and cold.
He orchestrated my public humiliation, allowing Chloe to take credit for my good deeds and gifting her my mother's precious heirloom necklace after outbidding me at auction; he believed every one of Chloe's theatrical lies, even when she accused me of malice, leading him to directly orchestrate a brutally personal act of violence against me—ninety-nine lashes that left me physically and emotionally scarred.
How could the man I'd secretly loved be so cruelly mistaken, so completely manipulated, turning into my tormentor? My spirit, already worn by years of my family's psychological abuse, was shattered by his utter disdain.
Yet, just before my escape to Texas, I overheard Chloe's cynical confession: every lie, every manipulation, her contempt for Ethan, and her role in destroying my mother's legacy. It was the final, devastating blow that confirmed my decision to abandon my old life—and the poisonous people in it—forever. You might like
His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. 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. Reborn And Remade: The Wolfless Bride's Revenge
Mo Moqi I was the "wolfless" Omega of the Stephenson Pack, treated like garbage for twenty years.
When the wealthy Ramirez Pack offered an alliance, my adoptive family forced me to take my sister's place.
I was to be the sacrificial bride for Calvin Ramirez, a terrifying Alpha King dying from a vicious curse.
In my past life, I cried and begged them not to send me away. I blindly trusted my boyfriend, Pierce, who promised to save me.
But I didn't know he was sleeping with my sister the whole time.
Once they squeezed every drop of wealth from my forced marriage, they orchestrated my "accidental" death.
As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, I watched my sister and my boyfriend laughing over my corpse.
They mocked me for being a pathetic, useless genetic dead end.
Until the moment my heart stopped, I didn't understand why my absolute devotion only bought me a grave.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning I was supposed to be handed over to the Alpha King.
This time, I calmly looked at my hypocritical family.
"I'll do it, but I want a legally binding Pack Severance Agreement."
"And all the alliance gifts from the Ramirez Pack belong to me."
I watched their faces turn pale with sheer horror as my new power awakened.
In this life, I choose to watch them burn. 
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