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Rejecting The Alpha Who Hid Our Bond
Werewolf For four years, I secretly cared for my fated mate, Alpha Gideon. I spent my days as a lowly Omega scrubbing floors, but my nights were spent digging for rare healing herbs to sneak into his meals.
But when the noblewoman he intended to marry publicly accused me of using dark witchcraft to seduce him, Gideon said absolutely nothing.
He let the angry mob drag me into a freezing, damp basement to scrub iron pots. He let the Elders forge my evaluations to banish me to the deadly Northern Border wasteland. Even when they publicly stripped me of my pack mark and condemned me to freeze to death as a hunted Rogue, the great Alpha just stood there in silence.
"She is nothing but dirt," the nobles laughed, while he turned a blind eye to protect his reputation.
I didn't understand. I had ruined my hands in the dangerous woods just to keep his food perfectly clean of the silver that burned our kind.
Why was I just his dirty secret? How could the strongest warrior in the North be too cowardly to defend his mate in the light?
Looking at his golden eyes one last time, the bone-deep bond in my chest finally snapped.
"I, Sophia, reject you, Gideon, as my mate."
I wiped my tears, packed my frayed linen bag, and walked out into the winter snow. This time, I chose to live for myself. The Betrayed Heiress And Her Vengeful Pact
Romance I was the perfect fiancée, engaged to Carter Sterling to save my family's failing finances. It was supposed to be the merger of the decade.
But the day after our lavish engagement party, an anonymous text shattered my illusion. It was a photo of my fiancé passionately kissing my childhood best friend, Paige, in a hotel room.
When I went to catch them, my world crumbled further. Instead of supporting me, my father threw a stack of my sick mother's medical bills on his desk.
"You will not jeopardize this merger. Do not break this engagement."
He threatened to cut off her life-saving care if I ruined the deal. I was forced to smile and play the devoted fiancée. To make matters worse, the stranger who sent me the photo—and whom I had just slept with in a moment of blind revenge—turned out to be Julian Sinclair, Carter's ruthless cousin.
I was surrounded by liars and manipulators. My father traded my mother's life for money, my fiancé treated me like a fool, and Julian used me as a pawn in his own twisted games. How could they all just use me and expect me to stay quiet?
As Paige tried to publicly humiliate me at Julian's welcome-home party, offering a toxic toast to our friendship, something inside me finally snapped.
I wasn't just going to survive this gilded cage anymore. I was going to burn their whole rotten world to the ground. A Substitute No More, A Queen Returns
Romance For five years, I was Jameson Blair's fiancée. For five years, my brothers finally treated me like a sister they loved.
Then my twin, Haleigh-the one who left him at the altar-returned with a fake cancer story. In five minutes, he married her.
They believed her every lie. When she tried to poison me with a venomous spider, they called me dramatic.
When she framed me for ruining her party, my brothers whipped me until I bled.
They called me a worthless substitute, a placeholder with her face.
The final straw came when they tied me to a rope and left me dangling over a cliff to die.
But I didn't die. I climbed back up, faked my death, and disappeared. They wanted a ghost. I decided to give them one. Ashes to Phoenix: A Love Reborn
Romance I pulled my fiancé from a car wreck just seconds before it exploded. The fire left my back covered in hideous scars, but I saved his life. For the four years he was in a coma, I gave up everything to be his caretaker.
Six months after he woke up, he stood on stage at his comeback press conference. He was supposed to thank me. Instead, he made a grand, romantic declaration to Estelle, his childhood sweetheart, who was smiling from the audience.
His family and Estelle then made my life a living hell. They humiliated me at a gala, ripping my dress to expose my scars. When I was beaten in an alley by thugs Estelle hired, Julian accused me of making it up to get attention.
I lay in a hospital bed, bruised and broken, while he rushed to Estelle’s side because she was "scared." I overheard him tell her he loved her and that I, his fiancée, didn't matter.
All my sacrifice, my pain, my unwavering love—it meant nothing. To him, I was just a debt he had to repay out of pity.
On our wedding day, he kicked me out of the limo and left me on the side of the highway, still in my gown, because Estelle faked a stomach ache.
I watched his car disappear. Then I hailed a taxi.
"The airport," I said. "And step on it." The Incubator Wife's Revenge
Modern My phone buzzed, revealing a text about a reservation at the city' s most exclusive restaurant. I thought my husband, David, was surprising me with a romantic dinner to celebrate my career success.
Instead, I walked into a party celebrating his ex-girlfriend, Jessica Lee, who was glowing and visibly pregnant. My daughter, Lily, stood by their side, looking at me with pure annoyance as David announced, "Anything for you, Jess. And for our baby."
Then, Lily chimed in, "Dad even got rid of that stupid dog you hated. He said the special stew for your pregnancy cravings needed a very special ingredient." My beloved champion show dog, Buster, was the "special ingredient."
The room went silent as I screamed, "You killed my dog, didn' t you? You killed Buster." David callously admitted it, saying, "It was just a dog, Sarah. A damn dog. It was for Jessica' s health." To my horror, Lily confirmed she had helped him, describing it as a mundane chore.
Overwhelmed, my world shattered. David then offered me money: "Go buy yourself a new one. A puppy. You' ll forget all about Buster in a week." The insult, so profound, jolted me into clarity.
I pushed his hand away, the money fluttering to the floor, and declared, "I want a divorce, David." The Comeback Queen
Romance For three years, I' d been Noah' s on-again, off-again girlfriend, believing his rare kindness was love and his frequent dismissals just tests of my devotion.
This constant cycle of heartbreak always ended with me patching things up, swallowing my pride, and showing up with apologies I didn' t understand.
The ultimate humiliation came at a party he threw, right after he' d broken up with me via text, only to reveal it was a bet: he' d wagered I' d come crawling back.
He' d publicly ridiculed me, then casually discarded the custom-made game controller I' d poured my soul into for our anniversary-the same anniversary that was tomorrow.
My world shattered, but the final blow wasn' t his callousness, but his demand for me to abort our child, all to protect his reputation and settle a childish rivalry.
But the truth behind our first meeting, a cruel set-up designed to make him my "hero," ignited a fire within me, transforming the pain into a fierce resolve to reclaim my life, secure my future, and fight for the family Noah never truly valued. Beyond the Betrayal: Her New Beginning
Romance I woke up, not from sleep, but like snapping back into a nightmare I'd already lived. The cramped cabin's stale air, pine scent – hauntingly familiar. Jake stood there, hand out, his voice wheedling: "Sarah, Brenda needs that locket."
Brenda. The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. My mother' s locket was still at my neck. Last time, I' d blindly given it to them, believing Brenda' s lies about feeling close to my mom. It was my first, fatal mistake.
Brenda claimed it brought her luck, and it did. For her. While I… I died. On a remote hiking trail, an "accident" watched by both Brenda and Jake. His shifty eyes, fixed on me, pushed the same line: "Brenda just feels so close to your mom with it." A predator, I thought.
A searing memory flashed: Brenda flaunting my locket, smiling, as I lay broken in that ravine, utterly abandoned. The betrayal, agony, my sickening idiocy pursuing love that led to my death. The sheer injustice burned.
But not again. "The locket?" I feigned confusion. "Oh, I think I lost it." His face fell. Good. This time, I would live. I would fight. I just needed to hold on ten more days. My brother, Major Mike Collins, was coming. No More Broken Songs
Romance My life as Gabrielle Fuller, Nashville' s sweetheart known for songs of love and forgiveness, seemed picture-perfect. My husband, Caleb Scott, the city' s "Kingmaker" producer, publicly repented for his first affair, solidifying our image as the golden couple who weathered any storm. I'd even secured our future with a brutal post-nup years ago, a secret safety net if his "mistakes" ever escalated.
Then, one rainy Tuesday, searching for tax documents, I stumbled upon a hidden folder on Caleb' s computer. "Archives," password-protected. I typed the date of his first affair, and it opened to reveal hundreds of video files.
My breath hitched. Caleb. And Molly. Not just pictures, but damning videos from last week. I watched as Molly, pregnant, sat on his lap, mocking me. "Gabrielle is easy," Caleb sneered, "She wants to believe in fairy tales. As long as I play the prince, she'll never look behind the curtain." My world imploded.
The carefully curated image of our perfect marriage, the love story that fueled my career, was a meticulously crafted lie. My husband, the man who' d promised forever, was a master manipulator, not just cheating but planning to steal my future, my dream of a family, by faking my infertility and adopting the child his mistress was carrying.
The pain was a physical blow, yet through the shock, a cold, hard clarity emerged. I wasn't going to collapse. I was going to fight back. And I knew exactly how to make him pay. The Price of a False Hero
Fantasy Ethan Miller possessed a secret gift: blood that could heal any wound, reverse any sickness.
In a past life, he used it to save Bree Vanderbilt, a beautiful socialite paralyzed from the waist down.
The Vanderbilts had promised him immense wealth and marriage, but Bree, fixated on her "hero" boyfriend, Chad Kensington, turned her back on Ethan once healed.
When Chad supposedly died searching for a cure, Bree, consumed by twisted grief, forced Ethan to try and revive him, draining him relentlessly.
Ethan died right there, exhausted from the futile attempt, unmourned by Bree, who only had eyes for her lost Chad.
It was only after his death that the bitter truth emerged: Chad wasn't a hero or a martyr; he was a cheat, murdered by a jealous husband.
Ethan had died for nothing, for a woman who mourned a liar and a scoundrel.
The betrayal, the pain, the utterly pointless sacrifice-every agonizing detail burned into his soul.
Then, with a gasping breath, he woke up, the sterile scent of his family' s hidden clinic sharp in his nostrils.
It was the exact day Eleanor Vanderbilt was scheduled to bring her paralyzed daughter, Bree, for his assessment.
This time, things would be different. My Wife's Boss Was Me All Along
Billionaires "Mike, something urgent came up at Innovate. I can't make the Thanksgiving Gala tonight."
My wife Jessica's voice was crisp, businesslike, citing an emergency only her CEO role could handle.
I sighed, but promised my daughter Lily we'd still go, despite her mom's absence.
But at the glittering school gymnasium, my stomach dropped.
There was Jessica on stage, radiant and laughing, beside her old college sweetheart, David Carter, and his son Kevin – a picture-perfect family.
She spoke of "family values" while sharing a warm, knowing smile with David.
Then Lily whispered, "Daddy, why is Mommy with Mr. Carter?"
My heart twisted.
I walked up to the microphone, intending to expose the truth.
But when I asked, "Since when did you have another son? And, more importantly, does your actual husband know about this cozy arrangement?", Jessica grabbed David's hand, flaunting their affair.
The crowd, instead of being outraged, applauded them, sneering at me and calling me a "loser" and "gold-digger."
My own wife disowned me, threatening defamation lawsuits.
Then, David's son shoved Lily, sending her sprawling, knees bleeding.
Jessica just ignored it, dismissing her own daughter's pain, while David threw money at my feet, telling me to "scram."
As onlookers smirked, Lily looked at me, tears streaming.
"Dad," she choked, "you were right. I don't have a mom anymore."
My daughter's broken whisper solidified a cold resolve.
This public humiliation, this betrayal, this sickening display had to end.
They mocked my "empty threats" when I calmly announced the severance of contracts with their businesses, having no clue that I, Michael Thompson, was the discreet majority owner of Starlight Capital.
The private equity firm that owned Innovate Solutions.
My silent fury built, awaiting the perfect moment.
And tonight, that moment arrived.
The game was about to change. Not My Kids, Not My Life
Modern Michael Thompson, a shell of a man at 58, lay dying in a sterile nursing home bed.
His wife, Brenda, had passed a year prior, but her final words were still a fresh wound.
"Michael," she' d whispered with a chilling, triumphant smile, "The children… David and Sarah… they' re not yours."
"They' re Rick' s. It was always Rick."
His rival, the man he despised, the one she supposedly hated with him.
His entire life, every sacrifice for their family, every dream deferred, was a cruel, elaborate lie.
He' d given everything, only to be drained emotionally and financially by the woman he loved.
After her funeral, the children he' d raised had swiftly and efficiently stripped him of his assets, leaving him abandoned in this desolate place.
Deep regret, a bitter acid, burned in his chest.
If only he could go back, know then what he knew now.
His last, ragged breath escaped into the silence of the room, followed by darkness.
Then, a jarring burst of music blared.
"Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley.
His eyes snapped open.
This wasn't the nursing home.
He sat on a worn vinyl couch, the familiar smell of coffee and exhaust fumes filling the air.
His hands were strong, unblemished by age.
A calendar on the wall screamed June 1988.
He was young.
He was back.
And then Brenda walked in, her deceptive sweetness a sharp contrast to the calculating gleam in her eyes.
She spoke of the GM position, his promotion, and how he should withdraw for Rick.
But this time, he knew everything.
He had a chance to rewrite his fate. The Savior They Scorned
Sci-fi After three grueling years fighting the Crimson Flu, using my own blood to create the vaccine that saved millions, I was finally home.
Dr. Peterson from HHS was with me, ready to present my Presidential Medal of Freedom.
All I wanted was to hold my wife, Sarah, and tell her the nightmare was over.
But as I stepped out of the car, Sarah stood on the porch, her eyes wide with terror, not joy.
Then my brother Mark emerged, cradling a hunting rifle, my parents cowering behind him.
"You're infected!" my father yelled. "Stay back!"
Before I could protest my immunity, my gaze fixed on Sarah' s visibly round stomach.
Three years gone. It wasn' t my child.
Mark smirked, "It' s mine."
The world imploded. My own family, the people I fought and bled for, now saw me as a plague.
They gave me two options: banishment to a brutal wilderness or slow death in a rat-infested jail.
Mark, fueled by malice, sedated me, framed me as an aggressive superspreader, and convinced the entire town to burn me alive.
The acrid smell of kerosene mingled with my profound shock and disbelief.
How could they be so blind, so callous? So easily manipulated?
My sacrifice, my heroism, meant nothing.
Just as Mark raised a lit torch, sirens screamed.
Dr. Peterson, bewildered, stepped out of a government SUV, holding a gleaming medal.
"This," he boomed, "is for Alex Miller. His unique antibodies saved millions!"
The mob froze. Mark, in a fit of rage, accidentally shattered a vial of aggressive live virus, splattering himself, my parents, and Sarah.
As they began to sicken, I pulled out my phone, playing Mark' s own self-righteous words back to him.
"You have a choice, Mark. The ranger station, or the jail. For the good of the community."
I walked away. I didn't look back.
My family reaped what they sowed.
My true purpose, my freedom, lay beyond this hateful town. The Report That Broke Us
Modern Four months pregnant, I was floating on cloud nine. My husband, David, held my hand as we walked into Dr. Peterson' s office. Today was the day for our baby' s genetic screening results – a joyful formality, we thought, confirming our perfect future.
But the moment David scanned the detailed report, his happy face shattered. It drained of color, twisting into a mask of pure terror and bitter revulsion. "You need to have an abortion," he choked out, his voice utterly unrecognizable, fixed on the sterile pages.
My own parents arrived, their expressions mirroring David' s grotesque horror. Without explanation, they drugged me, dragged me to a remote cabin, and forced a "medically induced miscarriage." I awoke weeks later in a high-end mental institution, labeled hysterical, my baby gone, my spirit utterly crushed. I had died there, surrounded by silence and indifference.
What unspeakable secret was on that paper? What could turn my loving husband and doting parents into monsters who condemned me and my unborn child with such shocking cruelty? The betrayal was a wound deeper than any physical pain, leaving me with a burning, desperate question.
Then, I gasped awake, clutching my pregnant belly. It hadn't happened yet. It was a premonition, a horrific, vivid nightmare. This time, I wouldn't be a passive victim. This time, I would get that report first. And this time, I would fight like hell. Her Love, My Transaction
Modern At twenty-two, an MIT scholarship paved my road to becoming an architect, building a future I could almost touch.
But life had other plans, suddenly derailed by a devastating call: Maya, my kid sister, was diagnosed with aggressive leukemia.
The medical bills were astronomical, an impossible weight on my already broken family.
My father, crushed by his own demons, offered a desperate lifeline: a "favor" from the powerful Jonathan Hayes.
It wasn't charity; it was a dark bargain.
My freedom, my dreams, my very self, traded for Maya's life.
I became Scarlett Hayes’ personal assistant – her shadow, her keeper, her disposable "toy."
For five soul-crushing years, I endured her every capricious whim, her tantrums, and her casual, dehumanizing ownership of my time, my body, my dignity.
She never asked; she simply took.
And I, trapped, let her.
Each forced compliance fueled a festering resentment, a cold, hard knot of self-loathing in my gut.
My life, my aspirations, melted like ash, yet I persisted, for Maya.
How had I, Liam Walker, destined for blueprints and ambition, become this hollow phantom, a silent fixture in a gilded cage?
How had my world twisted into this soulless transaction, my very being reduced to a commodity?
The humiliation was suffocating, the injustice a constant scream within me.
Was I truly beyond redemption, or could I ever escape this nightmare?
Then, the news that shifted my universe: Maya was in remission.
The immediate burden lifted, and in that exhale of relief, the years of festering rage, the profound self-disgust, and the silent compliance hardened into an unyielding resolve.
I was done being her plaything.
Liam Walker was taking his life back, no matter the cost. 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. 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. 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. 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 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." 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. That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." 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.
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