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Rejected by My Fated Alpha, Reborn for Revenge
Werewolf "I, Cornelious Maynard, reject you, Aine Salazar, as my mate."
With one sentence, the man I had loved for years destroyed me in front of the entire pack.
Then he pulled Isela into his arms-the farmer's daughter who had been switched with me at birth and raised in my place as the beloved Salazar heiress.
She had already stolen my family, my mother's love, and my entire childhood.
Now she had taken my mate too.
But rejecting me wasn't enough.
To make his mistress the new Luna, Cornelious accused me of threatening Isela, spying on her, and trying to poison her with wolfsbane. They planted the evidence in my room, bought false witnesses, and dragged me into the dungeon as a traitor.
That night, Isela came to finish what they had started.
She crushed the bones in my hand beneath her heel and drove silver needles into my body one by one.
"You may be the true Salazar heiress," she whispered, "but Mother will always choose me."
I died alone on the dungeon floor.
But even death refused to set me free.
My spirit remained trapped inside Maynard Keep. I watched Cornelious crown Isela as his Luna. I watched her have my loyal maid torn apart for trying to avenge me. I watched her send the poor foster parents who had raised me to the gallows.
Years later, Gideon Owen-the useless playboy everyone once mocked-returned as the most feared commander in the kingdom and killed Cornelious and Isela with his own sword.
Why had he avenged me?
Why did he pick up my forgotten memorial plaque, wipe away the dust, and hold it against his heart as though I had once meant everything to him?
Before I could discover the truth, my spirit shattered.
When I opened my eyes again, I was twelve years old, sitting in the carriage that would take me back to the Salazar estate.
Back to the mother who despised me.
Back to the fake heiress who would steal everything from me.
Back to the fated mate who would one day murder me for his mistress.
They still thought I was a helpless country Omega desperate for their love.
They had no idea the woman they murdered had returned.
This time, I will uncover every lie, reclaim everything that belongs to me, and make every last one of them pay in blood.
The Vengeful Billionaire's Unwanted Innocent Bride
Romance Aria was supposed to marry billionaire Damon Sinclair in what should have been a dream wedding.
But right before the ceremony, a viral post accused her of murdering her sister—his former fiancée—just to snag him.
Damon turned the wedding into a public execution. Instead of vows, he announced her life sentence in front of New York's elite.
He violently jammed her dead sister's too-small ring onto her finger, cutting her skin, while the guests threw drinks and curses at her.
Her own stepmother disowned her on the church steps.
Damon then banished her to a freezing, ruined boathouse on his estate. When her hand was deeply slashed, he ordered his staff to deny her medical care.
As she burned with a deadly fever, he dragged her back to her abusive family and watched coldly as they locked her in a pitch-black room to rot.
Aria didn't understand why the man she loved wouldn't even listen to a single word of her defense.
She had never hurt her sister, yet he treated her worse than a stray dog, letting the whole world tear her apart for a crime she didn't commit.
When a childhood friend finally broke down the door to save her, Damon suddenly stepped forward to block him, claiming she was his wife.
But looking at his conflicted face, Aria's heart was already dead.
"Don't touch me. You disgust me." Reborn From Ashes: The Billionaire's Obsession
Romance I trusted the wrong people in my past life.
My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die.
But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me.
In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were.
Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me?
Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished.
I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt.
When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder.
"Please don't kill me, Scarlett!"
This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go. Married To The Fake Mad Billionaire
Romance I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret.
To save his failing company, my father decided to sell me off to a repulsive, predatory investor named Grossman.
At the family dinner, Grossman's sweaty hands roamed my bare legs while my half-sister Kaleigh intentionally spilled red wine on my dress, laughing as she watched me suffer.
When I grabbed a steak knife to defend myself, my father slammed his fist on the table.
"Sit down, or I will cut off the maintenance payments for your mother's grave."
My stepmother and sister sneered, treating me like a piece of meat meant to be sacrificed for their luxury. I was starved, locked away, and treated worse than a stray dog, all while my family paraded their high-society status to the world.
I couldn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or who really ordered the hit that killed my mother twenty years ago. The police reports were buried, and I was entirely powerless, trapped in a house of monsters.
But they didn't know that the night before, I had accidentally stumbled into the secret life of Burleigh Livingston—the ruthless, supposedly paralyzed billionaire who was faking his madness.
When Burleigh suddenly crashed our family dinner and threw a limitless Black Card on the table to outbid Grossman and buy me for the night, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, accepted his twisted deal, and prepared to use the devil himself to tear my family apart. Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret
Romance My Chanel suit was ruined, stained with road dirt and torn at the sleeve, while the hospital bodyguards stood like stone walls to keep me away from my husband’s room.
Inside that room, Ashely Berger was being treated for "multiple fractures" after allegedly lunging into the path of my car—a car I know she threw herself into on purpose.
The press swarmed me, flashing cameras in my face and hurling accusations of attempted murder, while my husband, Corbin, marched past me without a single glance, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, lethal disgust.
He didn't ask if I was hurt; he didn't care about the truth. He only cared about the woman behind the door, whispering gentle promises to her while treating me like a piece of filth that had somehow contaminated his life.
I stood there, hollowed out, as he demanded a divorce and threatened to strip me of everything, branding me a monster in front of the entire world to protect his precious reputation and his mistress.
The injustice burned, but as he turned his back on me to comfort her, I realized the game had changed. I wasn't going to let him ruin me for a crime I didn't commit, and I certainly wouldn't let her steal my life without a fight.
I walked into the room, locked the door, and looked at the woman playing the victim. She wanted to play the role of the tragic, broken angel? Fine. I was ready to show her exactly how a real Mcgowan fights back. The Billionaire's Price for My Salvation
Romance I was a Parsons-trained designer, but with my family drowning in over half a million dollars of debt, I delivered coffee just to survive.
One clumsy mistake—spilling a latte in a corporate lobby—put me on the radar of the city's most ruthless billionaire, Christian Mercer.
A week later, I wasn't fired. I was summoned to his office on the 85th floor, where he laid out a contract.
He knew everything: my student loans, my mother's crippling medical bills, the foreclosure notices piling up on our kitchen table. He offered to wipe it all away, plus pay me five million dollars.
The price was one year of my life as his wife.
He called it a "mutually beneficial transaction," coldly stating my desperate circumstances made me the perfect, compliant candidate. I wasn't a person to him, just an asset to be acquired to solve a problem he refused to explain.
But when I found the eviction notice taped to our apartment door, my pride was a luxury I could no longer afford. I signed his contract. After a sterile City Hall ceremony, he left me alone in his cold, empty penthouse with a final, chilling instruction.
"The public part of our agreement begins now, Mrs. Mercer," he said, his voice void of any emotion. "Act accordingly." The 48th Lie
Short stories Today is my sixth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Liam, brought up divorce for the 47th time.
He does this for Seraphina, his childhood friend. The woman who orchestrated a car crash on our wedding day, a tragedy that left her unable to have children and left him shackled by a debt of guilt. For six years, I have been the price of his repayment.
I endured the relentless cycle. But this time was different. This time, after Seraphina pushed me down a spiral staircase, Liam promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay.
Instead, he ensured the smart home security system "mysteriously" erased all evidence.
That night, from the supposed safety of a house he had arranged, Seraphina had me kidnapped. As her hired thugs tore at my clothes in the back of a cold, dark van, I managed to make one desperate emergency call to Liam through my smartwatch.
He saw my plea. And he hung up.
I leaped from that moving van, not onto asphalt, but into the cold, unforgiving sea. As I fought for my life in the icy water, swallowed by the darkness, I made a vow.
This time, there would be no 48th remarriage.
This time, I would simply cease to exist. Beyond Their Plot: My True Calling
Modern For years, I, Ethan, poured my family's wealth and my own mentorship into Sarah and Emily, cultivating them into tech prodigies destined to lead our industry.
Their acceptance to MIT, cemented by their victory in the National Coding Competition, was supposed to be the crowning achievement, our shared golden ticket to the future.
Then the email dropped: they'd deferred MIT for some 'unremarkable' junior developer, Alex.
My attempts to reason with them were met with empty excuses, until a chilling blue holographic warning materialized before my eyes, threatening a "career-ending injury" if the "male lead" interfered with the "plot."
I was forced to comply, to watch them choose a path I knew would lead to ruin, but I wouldn' t just stand by; my family's resources, the very foundation of their genius, quietly slipped from their grasp.
They didn't realize that without me, they weren't prodigies; they were just two smart girls about to compete on their own.
Their rage was palpable when they realized their access was revoked. "Are you punishing us?" Emily accused.
I met their eyes. "This isn't punishment. It's policy. You made a choice. These are the consequences."
Later, I overheard them. "He's just trying to make us come crawling back," Emily hissed. "He thinks because his family paid for things, he owns us."
Then the true venom of their betrayal struck me: "We'll flatter him... hint I might reconsider the marriage arrangement... Once he restores our access, we'll get what we need for Alex, win the competition, and then dump Ethan and his whole arrogant family for good. He's just a stepping stone."
"Stepping stone." My stomach clenched, the years of gratitude replaced by entitlement. How could they betray everything we built?"
When they brazenly invaded my home with Alex, demanding my office for their "male lead," the holographic text flickered back, labeling me an "obstacle" to their "plot."
But just as Emily, her gentle facade shattered, grabbed my arm, and Sarah slapped me across the face, trying to physically enforce their warped reality, a cold resolve settled in.
I stared at the red mark blooming on my cheek, the pain a searing clarity. They would hurt me to get what they wanted.
"No." My voice was calm despite my throbbing cheek. This wasn't just about them anymore; it was about reclaiming my life.
I would not be a stepping stone. I would not be an obstacle. I would not be written out of my own story. Betrayed Heiress: My Revenge
Romance The last thing I remembered was the coppery taste of my own blood.
Mark, the man I loved more than life itself, smiled cruelly as I bled out on the floor of the company he' d stolen from my family.
My family, ruined. Our name, dragged through the mud. And me, dead at twenty-four, all because I chose the wrong man.
He just whispered, his voice a venomous hiss, "You should have just stayed a stupid, useful tool, Chloe. Did you really think I could love someone like you?"
I, Chloe Sterling, heir to a business empire with an almost supernatural gift for market trends, had given him everything.
I saved him from ruin, sacrificing my own company to build his, only to have him systematically dismantle mine.
His final betrayal? Announcing his engagement to my best friend, Sarah, the same one who' d fed him my strategies and framed my father for embezzlement.
My father subsequently suffered a fatal heart attack. Then, Mark killed me.
I never understood how I could have been so blind, so utterly foolish, to let him destroy everything.
But then, a blinding white light. I gasped, finding myself in my old bedroom, two years younger, with my phone buzzing.
It was the day I first saved Mark.
This time, I wouldn't be his savior. I would be his spectator.
And then, his judge. The Architect of Her Own Demise
Young Adult "Gabrielle? Are you awake?" The whisper cut through the dark, the same saccharine sweetness that had once chilled me to the bone.
My eyes snapped open, a breath catching in my throat. I wasn't in the cramped, lonely apartment where I'd taken my own life. I was back in my Boston University dorm, sophomore year, the exact moment the psychological torture had begun.
In my last life, my roommate Molly Fuller, the seemingly naive small-town girl, methodically dismantled my sanity, piece by piece. From "accidental" coffee spills on my laptop to "innocent" lies that ruined my relationships, her constant torment culminated in a crippling mental breakdown.
I lost my scholarship, my future, and eventually, the will to live. I died alone, haunted by her pervasive manipulations, utterly bewildered by how someone so seemingly innocent could orchestrate such a devastating campaign of destruction.
But this time, as her silhouette materialized through the curtain, my heart didn't pound with fear. It thrummed with a cold, hard rhythm of vengeance. This time, I knew every single move she would make, and I would make her regret every single one. The Woman He Left For Dead
Romance My husband, Liam, the anchor I' d clung to for ten years, just filed for divorce. Standing outside the Houston courthouse, the bone-deep chill wasn' t just from the freak Texas snow; it was the cold truth of his disdain. He sped off in his Porsche, leaving me stranded, echoing his brutal words: "You need to learn to stand on your own."
Back in our sterile mansion, two crushing secrets sat on my nightstand: a diagnosis of Stage IV pancreatic cancer and an ultrasound photo showing I was ten weeks pregnant. He never came home to find them. Instead, I called him, only for a pop starlet' s syrupy voice to answer-the woman he was having an affair with.
In that gut-wrenching moment, my despair didn't break me; it hardened. I was dying, pregnant, and abandoned by the man who promised forever. I burned my secrets in the fireplace, the smoke stinging my eyes, then called Liam back.
"I' m contesting the divorce." My voice was steady, newfound steel replacing shattered hope. I would drag this out, make it messy, expose him. If he wanted his freedom, he' d have to come home. He' d have to spend our last thirty days together. This was no longer about love; it was about survival, and I wouldn't be discarded. Project Chimera's Reckoning
Modern My wife, Jessica, and I built NovaTech Solutions from the ground up. I was the tech genius, the lead architect for our most critical DoD contract, Project Chimera. Our life seemed perfect.
Then came the call: Jessica had a minor car accident. Her memory loss was selective, remembering board members but not our anniversary. She started bringing her young, flashy intern, Kevin, everywhere, claiming he was "helping her remember."
One night, I came home early and overheard them. "This amnesia thing is working perfectly," Kevin smirked. My brilliant, beautiful wife laughed, "Of course, sweetie. You'll have my undivided attention. He' ll be gone, and the company will be ours." My blood ran cold. The woman I loved had orchestrated this elaborate lie to steal everything I built.
The next morning, at an all-hands meeting, she publicly humiliated me, calling my professional arrangement "unclear," and demanded I resign, handing over Project Chimera to Kevin. Everyone watched as I calmly signed the termination papers. Then, looking her in the eye, I said, "Jessica, I want a divorce."
They thought they had won. They thought I would crawl back. But as I walked away, leaving my company, my home, and the woman I thought I knew, a chilling resolve settled in. I wouldn't just disappear; I would stand back and watch the inevitable consequences of their betrayal unfold. Their victory was only the beginning of their true downfall. Waking Up To Betrayal
Modern Sarah, a thriving architect, gently touched her four-month baby bump, filled with the boundless joy of expecting her first child.
Beside her, her loving husband, Mark, awaited the perfect news from their routine prenatal check-up.
But then, Mark, an analytical doctor, accessed the baby's full genetic report on the hospital system.
His bright smile evaporated, his face turned a sickly, ashen gray, and his previously warm eyes became cold, hard.
"This pregnancy," Mark flatly declared, "It's non-viable. We need to schedule a therapeutic abortion. Immediately."
Sarah's world shattered as the man she cherished transformed into a merciless stranger demanding the abortion of their seemingly healthy child.
Her powerful parents arrived, not to protect her, but her esteemed father' s face erupted in furious judgment after seeing the report.
Her socialite mother chillingly decided, "This is problematic. The pregnancy must be managed. Quietly."
They coerced her into a secluded wellness retreat, medicated her into a fog, and orchestrated a miscarriage that tragically led to her death, baffled and utterly betrayed.
How could her perfect family conspire such a monstrous act for a baby everyone said was healthy?
What unspeakable secret did that genetic report hold that destroyed her life and heart?
Then, Sarah jolted awake in her own bed, back to the very morning of that harrowing appointment.
The nightmarish memories of her past death were terrifyingly visceral-a second chance.
This time, she wouldn't be a victim.
She would fight to save her baby, starting by getting that full, revealing genetic report herself.
The truth, and her determined survival, would finally be unearthed. A Decade of Vengeance
Young Adult In Oakhaven, I was "Amy Jenkins," the quiet new girl, innocently bumping into Kevin Miller, the town's star quarterback.
I endured the queen bee Jessie Bell's snide remarks, always responding with a saccharine smile, cementing my place right by Kevin's side.
Jessie, notoriously possessive, saw me as a threat.
At the homecoming party, she staged a dramatic fall, feigning a severe ankle injury, sending me a triumphant look as Kevin literally carried her away.
Later, Kevin called, voice strained, relaying Jessie’s accusations: I was a gold-digger, a schemer, destroying his best friend’s peace.
He showed me doctored photos, twisting innocent meetings into scandalous rendezvous, now convinced by Jessie's manipulative narrative.
I was abandoned, outwardly humiliated, as Kevin chose her fabricated loyalty over mine.
It seemed a sweet new girl was unfairly cast aside by her boyfriend, betrayed by a manipulative bully.
A classic defeat of innocence by calculated drama.
But what if losing this specific battle was always part of the plan?
Because "Amy Jenkins" was never real.
And Jessie Bell was about to learn she hadn't just tangled with a new girlfriend.
She'd incited Isabella Ross, who had meticulously planned her devastating revenge for ten years, all for Sophia and every girl Jessie had ever tried to destroy. You might like
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. 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." 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'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. 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. Unwanted By The Alpha Heir, Marked By The Northern King
Evvie Foreman I had been courting the Alpha heir for two years, waiting for the day he would finally propose and make me his Luna.
But instead of a ring, he calmly informed me that he was using my family's massive financial donation to buy a noble title for my cousin, Carson.
"Carson needs this title to be a suitable match for my future mate," he said, expecting me to gratefully accept being relegated to the shadows as a secondary mate.
When I returned home, my own father and grandmother didn't defend me.
They praised Carson and demanded I accept the humiliation, claiming my mother's vast merchant wealth belonged entirely to their Pack.
When my mother and I refused to yield, my father threatened to sever their mate bond and exile my brother and me as hunted, Packless Rogues.
For eighteen years, my family's consortium had funded their lavish lifestyle, yet they treated us like nothing more than a vault to be plundered.
The man I loved and the family I trusted were willing to destroy my life and my mother's dignity just to feed their own greed and arrogant pride.
I didn't shed a single tear.
I immediately initiated the liquidation protocol, recalling every asset we had ever loaned them and stripping their grand manor bare to the walls.
Then, I packed a priceless mythril sword and sent a letter to the one man who could help me crush them all: the ruthless Wolf of the North. His Unwanted True Mate Is The Secret Pack Heir
Dashing Wave Rider I was lying in the cold delivery room, enduring the agonizing contractions of giving birth to twins.
When I desperately called my fated mate, Alpha Dixon, to tell him the babies were coming, his voice was like ice.
"Let my assistant handle it. Don't call me again."
He hung up, abandoning me for another woman's laughter in the background.
He left me to give birth completely alone, treating me like a pathetic, disposable Omega.
He had even threatened that if I didn't sign the mate rejection papers, he would take my children away forever.
I thought my life was shattered by the man who was supposed to protect me.
But a routine blood test by the hospital's Healer revealed a shocking truth.
I wasn't an orphaned nobody. I was the long-lost pureblood White Wolf heir of the legendary Beaumont Pack.
Within hours, my true family—a powerful Alpha father, a Luna mother, and three fiercely protective brothers—rushed to my side, wrapping me in the absolute authority and wealth of the world's strongest Pack.
Backed by my new family, I summoned Dixon to the Pack Council to formally complete our rejection.
I watched his arrogant face as the clerk asked if I accepted his rejection.
But just as I opened my mouth to sever our bond forever, Dixon froze.
He was hit by an urgent mind-link, and his cold confidence instantly shattered into pure, unadulterated panic.
"We're not done!" he snarled, fleeing the hall before the ceremony could end.
I stood there, staring at the door. What on earth did that mind-link say? 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. 
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