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Pregnant And Rejected: The Omega He Cast Aside
Werewolf My hands trembled as I smoothed my dress, waiting for Alpha Arthur to return. He had survived the transplant. I thought our Fated bond would finally be sealed.
But when the heavy doors swung open, the warmth I expected was gone.
Arthur walked in clutching another woman, Diana. He looked at me like I was a stain on the rug.
"The Moon Goddess played a trick," he sneered, his eyes glazed with a chemical devotion. "My donor's blood chooses her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."
He didn't just reject me; he made me a servant in my own home. When Diana framed me for breaking a ring, Arthur didn't hesitate. He ordered the Silver Whip.
"Arthur, please! I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.
"Stop lying to save your skin," he spat.
He lashed me ten times with wolfsbane-dipped leather. I lay in the snow, feeling the warm blood of my miscarriage soak the ground, while he walked away to comfort his mistress.
He killed his own son for a lie.
That night, I signed my rejection in blood and vanished into the darkness.
Five months later, I returned. Not as a weak Omega, but as the legendary White Wolf, holding the hand of the most powerful Alpha in the region.
Arthur fell to his knees in the mud when he saw me, weeping. "I'll do anything. I'll give up the title."
I looked down at him coldly and handed him the whip.
"Ten lashes," I whispered. "For the baby you killed." His Defiant Mate: The Hidden Lycan Queen
Werewolf I was supposed to be a nobody—an impoverished, wolfless scholarship student just trying to survive at Northgate University.
But when Ryder Sterling, the arrogant Alpha heir, cornered me in a dark alley and tried to tear my throat out for being a "fragile human," I had to break my one rule.
With a single tap of two fingers, I permanently shattered his wolf core.
The backlash was immediate. The Sterling Pack demanded my head, mobilizing elite enforcers to hunt down the unregistered girl who crippled their future leader.
Worse, the chaos drew the attention of Damien Beaumont, the most dangerous Alpha on the continent. He took over the jurisdiction, deploying his massive intelligence network to track me down.
I thought my perfect disguise was ruined. I assumed I'd have to burn my fake identity and flee the country to avoid an all-out war.
But when I hacked into Beaumont's encrypted corporate servers to see my execution order, I froze.
There was no kill order. Under my surveillance photos, he had handwritten two words: Fated Mate.
"Initiate 24-hour non-lethal containment and bring her directly to my private quarters."
I leaned back in my chair and let out a cold, dangerous laugh.
Damien Beaumont thought he was the apex predator setting a trap for a helpless little stray. He had no idea he was hunting an ancient, immortal Lycan queen.
I closed my laptop, ready to show the Alpha King exactly who belonged in a cage. His Unwanted Wife's Secret Double Life
Modern Kate's two-year marriage to billionaire Iverson Russo was nothing but a cold business transaction to save her family from ruin.
The fragile illusion shattered when she discovered his lie. While he claimed to be in an urgent board meeting, a leaked photo proved he was actually escorting her "perfect" sister, Wendy, into a luxury hotel.
When Kate packed her bags and demanded a divorce, Iverson didn't even bother to explain.
Instead, he coldly dialed her father on speakerphone.
"The next time she mentions divorce, the Mathis Group will be wiped off the map, and you will spend the rest of your life in prison."
Without hesitation, her father offered Kate up as a sacrifice, begging Iverson to punish her however he saw fit.
To silence her, Iverson casually tossed a million-dollar diamond watch at her feet.
"This is for your trouble."
Kate stared at the shattered diamonds on the floor, her heart turning to ash. She had given up her dreams and dignity for this family, only to be betrayed by her sister, abandoned by her father, and held hostage by a cruel husband.
She locked herself in the bedroom, her tears drying into an icy resolve.
Pulling a hidden laptop from the bottom drawer, she turned it on.
The screen flickered to life, displaying the login page of a massive, anonymous online empire.
She typed in her username: VelvetAcid. Rising From Hell: The Vengeful Heiress Returns
Modern I was the Stanton family heiress, engaged to the President's son to secure a vital military alliance.
But he cornered me in the White House sitting room, slamming a thick manila folder onto the marble table.
"I said, sign the annulment agreement, Hester."
He looked at me like I was dirt, demanding I step aside so he could be with a manipulative intern named Tricia.
In my past life, I was a naive lamb. I cried and begged him not to end it. My devotion was rewarded with absolute cruelty. He ordered my bones broken and my reputation completely shredded. My trusted assistant forced poison down my throat, and I was left to die with a rope burning my neck.
Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had done everything perfectly for the family. Why did my unwavering loyalty only bring me a gruesome death? Why did the monsters who tortured me get to live happily in the highest seats of power?
Opening my eyes again, the suffocating terror of the noose suddenly washed away. I was sixteen again, staring at the exact same annulment papers.
"Hester, please. Just let us be happy," Tricia whimpered, reaching out her trembling hand.
This time, I didn't cry. I picked up the solid gold fountain pen, stabbed it violently through the center of the contract, and prepared to drag the entire First Family straight to hell. She Found Freedom, Not His Love
Modern Eda Roman clutched her father's diagnostic report, its sharp edge cutting her finger. His cancer had mutated, standard treatment failed, and a fifty thousand dollar deposit for experimental therapy was due by midnight. Fail to pay, and his hospital bed would be cleared.
Wife to Axel Foley, a multi-billion dollar CEO, Eda faced an impossible chasm. Her family trust, controlled by Keri Lane, offered a meager three hundred dollars.
An emergency fund request met a forty-eight-hour review—a death sentence. Keri's assistant denied expedite and blocked calls. Desperate, Eda called Axel, but his assistant dismissed her with lies, Axel's laughter echoing.
Humiliation and betrayal ignited cold fury. Wife to Seattle's wealthiest, yet begging on a hospital floor? Axel's indifference and Keri's games showed her: her father's life couldn't be left in their hands.
Wiping tears, the pleading girl vanished; her survival instinct roared. Red lipstick her war paint, Eda Roman marched to Foley Group Headquarters, ready to reclaim what was hers. From Prison to His Perfect Regret
Modern I sacrificed five years of my freedom to save my husband' s billion-dollar empire.
I walked out of prison expecting gratitude, but instead, I found his assistant wearing my life like a second skin.
And when his company faced a new crisis, he didn't look to me for support-he looked at me as the prime suspect.
Jasper thought a luxury suite at The Plaza could erase five years of silence.
He claimed he was "protecting" me, while Candice, the woman who orchestrated my fall, blocked my letters and managed his heart.
But the moment his laptop was wiped, his mask of devotion crumbled.
He accused me of sabotage instantly, blind to the real enemy standing right beside him.
I didn't argue. I just walked away.
He screamed that I' d be destitute without him, that I was throwing my life away for a "nobody."
Instead, I found Cohen, the inmate who had protected me inside when Jasper abandoned me.
Months later, Jasper called, sobbing. He' d finally found the security footage proving Candice' s guilt.
"I'll wire you ten million dollars," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'll even give Cohen a construction job. Just come home."
I looked at Cohen, who was gently painting a crib for our unborn child in our warm, safe home.
"Keep your money, Jasper," I said.
"We're already taken care of." The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare
Young Adult My parents dropped me off at college like a princess, with a platinum card and no worries.
My new life, full of independence and excitement, was just beginning.
My roommate, Sarah, seemed sweet at first, a quiet girl with kind eyes.
But her sweetness quickly turned sour, poisoned by resentment over my privilege.
She' d sneer at my new laptop, comparing it to her brother' s grueling factory job.
Then, the unthinkable happened: my emergency debit card, with over a hundred thousand dollars, vanished.
A bank alert confirmed my worst fear: a $5,000 withdrawal attempt blocked.
I knew, with a sickening certainty, who the thief was-the quiet girl consumed by jealousy.
The betrayal shattered my idyllic college dream, leaving a bitter taste.
I called the campus police, my hands shaking with fury.
Sarah was arrested, my card found in her bag, and my sense of home was destroyed.
I moved into a new apartment, seeking peace, but my mom' s well-meaning housekeeper, Mrs. Davis, brought a new kind of terror.
She started with subtle criticisms, then tried to turn me into her domestic servant.
Her demands escalated, culminating in an outrageous proposal: she wanted to control my finances and marry me off to her unemployed son, Kevin.
The audacity of her plan, the sheer delusion, made my blood run cold.
When I fired her, she called my mom, trying to slander me, but my mom shut her down cold.
As she stormed out, my grandmother's silk scarf, a cherished gift, was found crumpled in her bag.
Just like her daughter, she was a thief and a liar.
I thought the nightmare was over when Kevin, her "good, strong boy," was leaning against my apartment door.
His sneer, his entitlement, and the reek of stale cigarettes chilled me to the bone.
He raged about his family, about how they were entitled to my money, our money.
The fear was sharp, but my own anger surged.
Then, I came home to a ransacked apartment, my belongings destroyed, and Kevin sitting in my armchair, drinking my dad's scotch.
Mrs. Davis was there too, silently watching, complicit.
My phone was shattered.
They laid out their plan: I would empty my accounts, sign over my car, give them everything.
Then, maybe, they' d let me go.
Trapped, I feigned submission, my mind racing for an escape.
In a desperate, reckless moment, I grabbed my heavy coffee pot from the kitchen.
With a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, I swung. The Program Coordinator's Revenge
Modern I was Sarah, a dedicated Program Coordinator at Hope Community Initiatives, genuinely good at my job and deeply committed to our mission.
My life was professional, orderly, and I was well-respected.
But then Chloe arrived, our new intern, seemingly fresh-faced and innocent, assigned directly to me.
What followed was a cascade of bizarre "accidents"-a simple email became a three-hour typo-ridden mess.
A crucial grant review meeting was rescheduled to 9 PM, nearly jeopardizing our youth program's lifeline.
Then came the staff lunch incident, a severe nut allergy completely disregarded, almost sending a colleague to the hospital, all thanks to Chloe' s "good intentions."
The climax dropped like a hammer: bursting into our most critical donor meeting, Chloe, with practiced tears, pointed a shaking finger and wailed that I was bullying her.
My own boyfriend and colleague, Mark, shockingly stood up, not to defend me, but to confirm her story and accuse me of disloyalty, of planning to leave for a rival non-profit.
David, my boss, instantly fired me, without a second thought.
My career, my reputation in the entire local non-profit world, was instantly, brutally destroyed.
The accusations, Mark' s shattering betrayal, the loss of everything I' d worked for-it was an unbearable weight.
I sank into a profound despair, unable to eat or sleep, feeling myself fall into an endless void.
How could a single intern, my supposed protégé, and the man I loved, orchestrate such a complete, devastating undoing of my life?
The sheer injustice of it gnawed at my soul; I had been perfectly good at my job, only to be cast aside for a lie.
Then, with a jolt, I blinked.
I was back at my desk, the familiar hum of the air conditioner, my computer screen showing Chloe' s first day.
A do-over.
The nightmare was real, but this time, the rules had changed, and I was ready to play. The Platinum Bands of Betrayal
Romance Ten days from our wedding, I planned a surprise for Izzy: custom platinum bands.
For five years, I' d been her "supportive husband," putting my own life on hold for her skyrocketing marketing career.
Then I overheard her Instagram Live.
"Ethan? He' s sweet, but he' s basically my well-kept house husband.
My career pays for this lifestyle, he just makes good coffee."
The rings crashed to the floor.
Five years of sacrifice.
Five years reduced to a sarcastic joke.
Her intern, Liam, was far more than just a colleague.
Soon, his arrogant social media posts confirmed my worst fears: their late-night "work sessions" and private jokes.
She repeatedly lied to my face, dismissing me while planning our wedding.
A vast, cold emptiness settled in my chest.
My entire life with her felt like a cheap movie set, and I was merely an uncredited extra.
How could I have been so utterly blind to her contempt and betrayal, to the true nature of the woman I was about to marry?
But the emptiness became a catalyst.
I typed a text to my estranged billionaire father: "Dad, I' m ready to come home.
I' m in on the merger.
Cancel Izzy' s company' s contract with us."
This wasn't the end; it was my beginning. Unforgivable Love
Romance I came with a mission to kill the Lord of Eric. "Lilah, I am pleased with you." The fireworks bloomed for me, and I looked down at Eric, who was kneeling on one knee. The knife hidden in my sleeve involuntarily shrank back. "Are you willing to marry me as your wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm sounded repeatedly in my mind, but I still went ahead without hesitation. However, reality slapped me hard. "Lilah, as Eric's wife, you must not leave for three years and gracefully step down." "Okay." I replied lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. At night, a fire burned down my yard and freed me from my misery. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day he proposed to me. But this time, he cried and said, "Lilah, don't go." You might like
His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. 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. 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? 
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