Evelyn Reed
14 Published Stories
Evelyn Reed's Books and Stories
The Tyrant Alpha's Secret Reborn Queen
Werewolf My fated mate brought my cousin to my home to privately break our engagement.
He claimed his wolf didn't see me as his mate, while my cousin cried fake tears, hiding the fact that she was already seven weeks pregnant with his bastard child.
In my previous life, I didn't know the truth. I cried and begged him not to leave.
My weakness made me a laughingstock and allowed them to ruin my reputation.
My father, who I later learned had murdered my mother to protect his own affair with my cousin's mother, helped them steal my family's wealth.
They took everything from me, and I was eventually thrown to the Rogue wolves, my throat ripped open in the dark while they lived happily ever after.
Until the moment the teeth tore through my flesh, I couldn't understand why my own family and my fated mate would conspire to destroy me so completely.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in my sixteen-year-old body, right on the morning they came to deliver their prepared speech.
This time, I didn't shed a single tear.
"I want a formal, public rejection ceremony presided over by the elders."
I exposed their affair to his terrifying Alpha uncle, blackmailed my murderous father for the family seal, and kicked my cousin out into the streets.
And when she showed up at the high-society banquet wearing the exact same custom emerald gown as me to publicly humiliate me, I didn't run away in shame.
Instead, I calmly pulled out a silver cigar cutter and sliced my silk dress all the way up to my thigh. Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Lawyer
Romance My brother Leo was thrown into a jail cell for defending his fiancée from a brutal assault by a billionaire heir.
To save him, I gathered all the evidence and went to the police, but the heir's cousin, Damien Kensington—the most ruthless and powerful attorney in Manhattan—crushed my case in exactly five minutes.
Damien didn't just stop at burying the truth.
He bought off our only eyewitness with a hundred-thousand-dollar Rolex. He secretly blacklisted every law firm in New York from ever taking my brother's case. Worse, he systematically cut off all my options until I was forced to sign an ironclad NDA and work as a tutor in his own penthouse just to pay off Leo's legal debts.
When I nearly died in a rainy alley trying to find the corrupted security footage, Damien dragged me back to his mansion, violently kissed me until I bled, and locked me in his bedroom.
I woke up the next morning wearing nothing but his oversized dress shirt.
I couldn't understand why a man of his immense wealth and power was going to such psychotic lengths to trap a broke, desperate girl like me.
If he merely wanted to win an assault case for his cousin, why was he isolating me from the world, marking me as his own, and paying me a thousand dollars an hour just to keep me trapped under his roof?
Looking at the fresh bandage he had wrapped around my ankle, I wiped my tears and made a decision.
I would take his dirty money and use it to tear his empire down from the inside. Fated to the Dangerous and Possessive Lycan King
Werewolf After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life. The Jilted Heiress And Her Possessive Guardian
Romance Ardella caught her fiancé Braden cheating with an actress in a downtown VIP room.
It was supposed to be a simple business marriage to save her family's bankrupt company.
But instead of supporting her, her uncle and aunt demanded she get on her knees and apologize to the cheating fiancé.
They didn't care about her dignity; they only cared about the merger capital.
Her cousin publicly mocked her, and her uncle threatened to permanently hide the police file revealing who murdered her father if she ruined the deal.
To make matters worse, Ethelbert Stone, the terrifying billionaire who raised her—and the man she was desperately trying to escape—publicly claimed he didn't know her.
Yet, moments later, he trapped her in his car, his eyes filled with a sick, possessive rage, reminding her that every inch of her belonged to him.
She was completely cornered by a cheating fiancé, a parasitic family, and an obsessed former guardian.
They had drained her father's trust fund dry and now wanted to sell her off to cover their debts.
They really thought she was just a helpless pawn they could manipulate and discard at will.
But they were dead wrong.
Ardella calmly wiped her hands after throwing scalding tea at her aunt's feet, staring down at her greedy family.
"The headline tomorrow will read: Price Group Bankrupt, Fails to Sell Niece to Cover Debts."
She backed up the video of her fiancé's betrayal to ten different servers and sent a text to her private investigator.
Tonight, at the elite society dinner, she was going to blow the scandal wide open and drag them all down with her. Broken And Betrayed: A Billionaire's Regret
Modern My ten-year contract marriage was over. I had saved my sister's life by playing wife to a billionaire and mother to his two sons. Today, I was finally free.
But at my stepson's birthday party, my public execution began when a deepfake porn video starring my face was broadcast to all of New York's elite.
Then, my husband's ex-wife, Carolina, orchestrated my downfall. She stabbed herself and blamed me. The boys I raised screamed that I was a monster. And my husband, Justin, believing her lies, beat me so brutally that I miscarried the child I never knew I was carrying.
He chose her. He chose the lie. He let our child die.
But his mother, the woman who orchestrated our marriage, saved me. Months later, my ex-husband and stepsons found me in LA, crying and begging me to come home. I looked at the men who destroyed me and smiled.
"No," I said calmly. "I don't need you anymore." Data of a Broken Heart
Sci-fi The kiss was cold. Not just the late hour, but his eyes, fixated on a spiking graph over my shoulder, measuring my every breath.
"Perfect," Ethan murmured, pulling away. "The oxytocin response was exactly as predicted." He wasn' t talking to me. Our kiss, a desperate attempt to reconnect, was just data for his obsession: Project Seraph.
Our home had become a lab, our life an experiment. I, Ava, a software engineer who' d set aside my career for his, felt like a ghost, a tool in his grand design.
That night, a thin line of light from his locked office door beckoned. I used a backdoor I' d coded years ago.
The room was a laboratory. And in the center, a shimmering, life-sized hologram of Sophia Reed-his dead ex-girlfriend. "Soon, Sophia. Soon you'll be whole again," he vowed, his voice filled with a reverence he hadn't shown me in years.
Then, the horror. He saw me. "Ava? She' s served her purpose. Her neural patterns, her emotional responses… they were the perfect raw data to rebuild you." He filtered out my "weaknesses," my "softness," using our intimacy, our arguments, just to gather data.
I stood frozen. It wasn't just a project. It was a resurrection. And I was the sacrifice. He didn't grieve her; he resented me for not being her. The chilling realization of his malice, extending even to my devastating miscarriage years ago, hit me like a physical blow.
My love turned to ash. I would not be a template. I would not be erased. This wasn't about saving my marriage. This was about survival. And justice. I would burn his project to the ground. The Ex-Wife Who Built An Empire
Modern My mother-in-law, Maria, was crying silently at my kitchen table, her shoulders shaking with a defeated kind of grief.
My husband, Ethan, barely glanced up from his phone.
"Dad had another one of his episodes," he said, dismissively.
This meant Maria, our lifeline for childcare, was being sent back to her abusive husband.
A cold dread settled in my stomach; this was the beginning of the end for my paralegal career.
Then, the strange incidents started with the nannies: a baby monitor blasting static, a gas knob turned on, a back door found wide open.
Terrified, one by one, they all quit, forcing me to give up the job I loved, the independence I cherished.
Ethan, now a newly promoted Regional Director, gloated.
"See? It' s a sign. You' re meant to be home with Maya."
He cut off my access to our joint account, then tossed me a few hundred dollars a week like an allowance, questioning every single purchase.
Our home became a cage, and he was the gatekeeper.
But I wasn' t stupid.
I knew his control was tightening, and I saw a way out.
One night, after he threw a wad of cash in my face and called me a leech, my phone buzzed.
A photo appeared, then quickly vanished: Ethan, arm-in-arm with another woman.
My hands shook with a potent mix of humiliation, rage, and a terrifying clarity.
That night, I hit record on my camera, pouring every ounce of my defiance into my 100th baking video.
The next morning, it went viral. The Violinist's Secret
Modern I spent my childhood isolated, my violin the only companion, fueled by my father's promise: master it, and my estranged mother would return.
She did come back, but not for me. My mother, Sabrina, arrived with a fragile half-brother, Caleb, and eyes that held no warmth, only a chilling disdain.
I quickly discovered I was nothing but a painful reminder of a past she hated. My father, a tech mogul, used Caleb's critical illness as leverage, caging my mother in our sprawling estate. My desperate attempt to help Caleb backfired spectacularly, revealing my own hidden, life-threatening blood disorder.
The world shattered around me overnight. My entire existence was a carefully constructed lie designed by a father who controlled my fate, and a mother who openly despised me, wishing I'd never been born.
Now, with Caleb tragically gone and my parents' twisted war reaching a deadly climax, I must confront the shocking truth of their love, their hatred, and who I truly am amidst the wreckage. The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin
Mafia My life as a mafia princess ended the day Dante Moretti, the new Don, killed my family and seized our home.
Now, I was a prisoner, a humiliated servant scrubbing floors in what was once my mansion, enduring his cruel torment day and night.
He swore my family had destroyed his, and his vengeance was absolute.
Then came the impossible truth: I was pregnant with his child.
A tiny, secret hope, a fragile reason to endure, began to bloom in my heart.
But Dante, spurred by his calculating fiancée, brutally forced me to abort our baby.
He then coldly orchestrated the public murder of my last remaining family-my beloved mother.
My entire world shattered in that moment.
That final act of cruelty extinguished every flicker of hope, leaving nothing but cold, dead ash.
My will to live evaporated, replaced by a quiet resolve to end my suffering.
I prepared my escape, a hidden bottle of pills my one solace, planning to simply fade away.
How could one man inflict such unimaginable pain, destroying everything I held dear, yet haunt my every thought with a past love I tried desperately to bury?
Why, in his eyes, did I see both pure hatred and a possessive darkness that called to something deep within me?
Was there truly no undoing the generational cycle of violence he relentlessly pursued?
On the night he paraded me as a broken trophy before his capos, my family's remaining loyalists stormed the ballroom to kill him.
As a blade lunged for his heart, an instinct, a forgotten echo of a life I thought was gone, made me throw myself in front of him.
But as I shielded the man who utterly ruined me, the poison I had taken hours earlier began its final, irreversible work. From Funeral Home to Fortune: A Thompson's Rise
Romance My father' s funeral was a blur of lilies and hushed condolences.
I stood by his grave, a shell of grief, the world a gray canvas of loss while my fiancé, Ethan, stood beside me, a comforting presence, or so I thought.
Then darkness. I woke on a funeral home couch, voices drifting in.
Ethan' s smooth tones and his father Senator Carter' s icy pronouncements cut through the haze: "With Senator Thompson gone, the girl' s family is... socially irrelevant now." My breath caught, a sharp, bitter thing.
Their casual cruelty laid bare the truth: Ethan's plan to ditch me for a "much better fit" for his ambitions, seeing me only as "yesterday's news."
The man who whispered promises, who held my hand, saw me as nothing more than a discarded stepping stone.
My heart, already shattered by loss, was now brutally re-fractured by their cold, calculated betrayal.
The sheer audacity of it, planning my discard while my father's casket lay near, left me reeling, choked with a humiliating fury. How could they?!
But as the nausea receded, a cold, hard resolve solidified in my gut.
They thought I was irrelevant, that my family's name meant nothing without my father.
I would show them meticulously how relevant the Thompsons still were, and their own PR firm would orchestrate it. He Murdered Our Son, I Faked My Death
Modern A perfect afternoon shattered in an instant, taking my five-year-old son, Leo, who was skipping happily by my side.
I was critically injured, rushed into surgery, my world already in pieces.
But a strange genetic immunity to anesthetics meant I woke up.
And I heard everything.
My husband, Mark, calm and cold, told the doctor, "Remove her uterus. Make sure she can't have any more children."
Then, a phone call.
"The kid is handled," he muttered. "Payment is on its way."
Leo wasn't an accident. He was "handled."
My own husband had our son murdered, and was making me barren to clear obstacles for his other family – a mistress and the teenage son he' d hidden for years.
Every shared moment, every memory, a calculated lie.
My son' s short life, reduced to an inconvenience to be erased.
At Leo's funeral, Mark, his secret family, and his mother celebrated, flaunting their wealth.
His other son, Brody, deliberately kicked Leo's scattered ashes, sneering, "Guess he's really scattered now."
The depths of their depravity turned my raw grief into a cold, unbreakable resolve.
They thought me broken, unstable, weak.
They had no idea that beneath my feigned unconsciousness, a different battle had just begun.
I faked my own death, but my meticulous justice was just beginning. A Mother's Cold Resolve
Modern My 8-year-old daughter, Lily, was diagnosed with a rare, life-threatening heart condition, needing immediate, exorbitantly expensive treatment.
The doctor' s words were a blow, but the real shock came when I learned our entire savings were gone.
My mother-in-law, Carol, had squandered over a hundred thousand dollars on pseudo-scientific "wellness" products from a charismatic online guru, Tiffany Hayes, believing they'd "cure" Lily and bring "good fortune."
Yet, I said nothing. I even "sold" our townhouse to generate $500,000 for Lily's care, depositing it into a new account.
Predictably, within 72 hours, Carol blew almost all of it-including a $200,000 "Bio-Resonance Chamber"-on more of Tiffany's schemes.
My husband, Mark, complicit, claimed to have tried to stop her.
Lily' s 'symptoms,' conveniently coached by Mark and Tiffany, seemed to worsen dramatically.
Everyone witnessed my unsettling calm, mistaking it for passivity or naiveté.
How could I endure such betrayal? Such financial recklessness at the expense of our daughter' s life? But behind my placid exterior, a cold calculation was at play.
For months, I had been watching them, quietly gathering every piece of evidence.
The moment Lily 'collapsed' and we rushed to the hospital, I knew my moment had arrived.
As Mark frantically begged me to call my wealthy parents for a bailout, and a journalist live-streamed, I looked directly at him and stated, "No money, no treatment. I won't lower my lifestyle for this." The outrage was immediate.
They thought I was a monster. But what they didn't know was this was exactly what I wanted them to think. The Son She Chose to Lose
Billionaires I thought I had it all. A quiet, devoted husband David, a brilliant son Ethan heading to college, and a secret life of immense wealth, lavishing affection and luxury on my high school sweetheart Leo and his charming son, Finn. My two worlds never touched, or so I believed.
Then, a frantic call from David. Ethan was gone, a hit-and-run. My careful composure fractured, but I still played the part of the grieving mother. I performed sorrow, wearing a threadbare cardigan over my expensive dress, hoping to conceal my true life.
But David' s eyes, full of a pain I couldn' t counterfeit, saw through me. And then, Leo, my lover, let slip the horrifying truth: Finn, in the luxury car I' d bought him, was behind the wheel. My own son, dead, at the hands of the boy I' d chosen over him.
The carefully constructed walls of my indifference crumbled. Yet, the real blow came reading Ethan' s journal: his quiet dreams, his deep love for his father, and the heartbreaking entries about my blatant neglect. "Mom seems to like Finn more than me." His words, his uncomplaining endurance, shattered me more than any physical pain.
In that raw, desolate moment, surrounded by the remnants of my lies, a new, cold resolve ignited. They took my son. Now, I would make them pay. And I knew precisely how. Shattered Compass, Broken Empire
Xuanhuan I, Ethan Thorne, had quietly ensured my fiancée Seraphina Vance's family wealth for years.
It was a sacred pact, tied to my ancient Thorne Providence, a legacy of power I cherished.
At the grand ballroom, I sought Seraphina, only to find her locked in a passionate kiss with Marcus Blackwood.
She brazenly announced our breakup, publicly mocking me and our past, calling me a "relic."
Then, with chilling contempt, she desecrated our engagement compass, a powerful conduit for her family's prosperity, flicking it to the ground.
The crowd snickered, their whispers fueling her disdain, as she declared it "lost."
My heart, once bruised, solidified into cold, stark resolve as she deliberately shattered the compass, unwittingly destroying the very source of her family's fortune.
She still thought this was about her petty pride or common money, completely blind to the profound act she had just committed.
Unaware of the ancient force she had provoked, she laughed when I offered her a final chance to avert disaster, to simply pick up the pieces.
Then, I calmly revealed her fate: her company would plummet by thirty percent on Monday.
And for her new lover, Blackwood: a crippling leg cramp, within minutes.
He scoffed, mocking my "magic," but then screamed and collapsed, writhing in undeniable agony.
The lavish ballroom fell into a terrifying silence as everyone witnessed the brutal materialization of my words.
Seraphina, her face pale with dawning horror, finally saw the terrifying power she had irrevocably unleashed.
This chilling demonstration was just the first payment for her betrayal. You might like
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. 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. 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. 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. Unwanted By The Alpha: His Hidden Genius Mate
Jing Jing Today was my thirtieth birthday. I left work early, secretly hoping my husband, Braxton, would finally remember and celebrate with me.
But when I unlocked the door, the house was dark and silent.
Through the terrace window, I saw him and our five-year-old daughter, Bonnie, sitting happily on a picnic blanket. Sitting across from them was Danika, holding the exact chocolate lavender cake I had wanted.
"Make a wish, Auntie Danika! Daddy said all your wishes will come true!" Bonnie cheered.
Braxton looked at Danika with a profound tenderness he had never, not once, shown me.
My hands went numb, and my water glass slipped, shattering loudly on the marble floor.
The laughter outside stopped. Braxton stepped inside, frowned at the broken glass, and pulled out his phone.
"Mrs. Sullivan, there's a mess in the living room. Have it cleaned up tomorrow."
He didn't call my name. He didn't even consider that his wife might be home. He just walked back out to his perfect family.
Standing in the shadows, I realized I was just a ghost in my own house. My husband didn't love me, and my daughter wished another woman was her mother.
The last flicker of hope in my heart completely died.
I didn't scream or cry. I packed a single suitcase, signed a divorce agreement waiving all assets and custody, and walked out to build my own tech empire.
They wanted a life without me. I was going to give it to them. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. 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. Forsaken By The Pack, Destined For The Lycan King
Escritor apalacio I was born to be Alpha Damien Carlisle's fated Luna.
Instead, I lived like a stray dog in his pack.
For one year, I watched everyone worship Lilith Vance, his fragile first love, while they mocked me as the barren mate he was too ashamed to mark.
Then I learned the truth.
His mother had been forcing brutal fertility herbs into my body.
His sister threw an illegal sterility poison at me.
And Damien, my own mate, had been secretly lacing my food with wolfsbane contraceptives for months.
When I confronted him, he did not deny it.
"I couldn't let you get pregnant," he said coldly. "If Lilith found out you were carrying my heir, the shock might kill her."
I finally understood.
I was never his Luna.
I was his bloodline. His legal womb. His family's insurance policy.
The moment Lilith coughed up blood, Damien abandoned me without looking back.
So I ran to the capital and begged the Alpha King to grant me a formal Rejection.
He threw my petition away unread.
My mate had poisoned me.
My pack had betrayed me.
And the King himself refused to free me.
Fine.
If the law would not save me, I would save myself.
In my past life, I had been a healer no one believed until it was too late. This time, I remembered everything.
In seven days, at the Royal Hunt, the Alpha King would drink a silver poison designed to kill even a Lycan.
No royal healer would be able to save him.
But I would.
I packed my surgical kit, disappeared into the city slums, and prepared the only cure in the kingdom.
When the King lay dying, he would finally listen.
And the price of his life would be simple.
My freedom. 
/1/119285/coverorgin.jpg?v=1eff44e389c98bce696f8695fffe423e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/119292/coverorgin.jpg?v=d341cb0fc8573e667ed374c995d4583c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113765/coverorgin.jpg?v=a44f1ec2661a4af2228eef1c9fd8e276&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113658/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c2d7fb6bd49d5db3f0b49fe6f1606f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/98768/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b796fdf23f79244775d4e640818030c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/86584/coverorgin.jpg?v=e14831c5cfa69ffcfbe8cdcd62e302ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/84165/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e963b11abd20ac1fc7f689282be1d18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83904/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8a52e190b4db3f101ae8339eb1ff81b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83817/coverorgin.jpg?v=69f4748dda9feedf1c764c10d1fcd589&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83262/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdd8c15c4f22432bbde2636646d7dab5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/82863/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201623&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81315/coverorgin.jpg?v=357c4f7d5adfae8f06b4d1ab4b74df6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81162/coverorgin.jpg?v=9647f1d95fc80e42f0a634a1e41f3b8b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/80713/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a87dd2c2edc8fa582ab8d2f36a377e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/118699/coverorgin.jpg?v=e35095dbd944f6e8186414455ef44681&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/115067/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7a571f62a77e3ac4f97094a49fd3c5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/118257/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbe38b1c9b6c3fdeea2a3f788c460dc0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/116346/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc707d664232738bccd522908874ab18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/115644/coverorgin.jpg?v=138c0b223b105344446cc6a3dc88dbf9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/121527/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5098d14d14d0cb68ab6c33d1ac276c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/120597/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd07b1ade4f88ed5782e85db314fd166&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/98470/coverorgin.jpg?v=1953bacd7d79f71d9cdbbf3fbed28349&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/110682/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a07f9693f4a8af55f32f5ad1eb9ca97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/118836/coverorgin.jpg?v=4344d6da9ee0647069844bc95bed68a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)