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The Wolfless Gamma's Forbidden Lycan King
Werewolf I used to be the proud "Frostfang Gamma," but after my family was slaughtered and my inner wolf fell silent, I became a broken orphan taken in by the Serrano family.
But they didn't adopt me out of kindness. They drugged me with a potent aphrodisiac and locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a bloated, vile official to be ruined.
My cousin Carlee had stolen my title and my family's honor. She claimed my loyal father and brothers were traitors, parading herself as the sole surviving hero. Now, she and the family matriarch wanted me completely disgraced so I could never expose her sickening lies. They sent that pig into my room to violate me, while the entire castle turned a blind eye, eagerly waiting for my destruction.
"She is just a wolfless piece of trash now. Let him have his fun."
I lay there, my body burning from the drug, filled with agonizing rage. Why should my loyal family die as traitors while this imposter bathed in stolen glory? Why should I be sacrificed for their greed?
I refused to be a lamb waiting for the slaughter.
Instead of submitting to my fate, I scaled the castle walls, dropping into the forbidden North Wing to make a desperate deal with the mythical "Ancient One." Now, returning to their grand banquet with the most terrifying Lycan in the kingdom standing behind me, it was time to collect my blood debt. My Cheating Ex Plays My Fake Husband
Romance I was working three exhausting jobs a day just to save fifty thousand dollars for my grandmother's life-saving heart surgery.
But during a late-night food delivery to a luxury hotel suite, I caught my boyfriend of three years wrapped in a silk robe, intimately holding the university's wealthy queen bee.
I threw the expensive steak in his face and dumped him, but they didn't let it go.
The queen bee posted a maliciously edited video of me online, framing me as a hysterical, desperate gold digger.
Using her powerful family's influence, she systematically got me fired from every single job I had, leaving me completely penniless.
Just as I hit absolute rock bottom, the hospital called to tell me my grandmother's heart was failing.
If I didn't pay the fifty thousand dollars by next week, she would die.
I was suffocating in despair, wondering why these wealthy elites could crush my life like an ant without a second thought.
Left with no other choice to save my family, I signed a five-million-dollar agreement with my ex-boyfriend's terrifying grandfather.
The deal? I had to marry his comatose, legendary heir, Kaelen Beaumont.
But to keep the dark truth from my fragile grandmother, the grandfather issued a twisted command.
He forced my cheating ex-boyfriend to pretend to be my new, healthy, and deeply devoted husband.
Looking at the pale, terrified man who had just betrayed me, I stepped back and coldly laid down the rules.
"From now on, you are Kaelen Beaumont, and you will make her believe you love me more than anything in the world." His Other Family, My Shattered Life
Romance The two pink lines on the pregnancy test were a burst of pure joy, and I immediately called my husband, Ethan, a hero firefighter in our Cleveland hometown.
His voice on the phone was full of such happiness it brought tears to my eyes as he promised to come straight home.
But he never made it; a massive warehouse fire claimed his life, leaving me a pregnant widow, heartbroken and clinging to his identical twin brother' s comforting vow to take care of me.
My grief turned into a living nightmare when the arsonist gang Ethan had put away began harassing and attacking me, spray-painting threats on my door and cornering me in dark alleyways.
I nearly lost our baby, trapped in a relentless cycle of fear and isolation, with the man I believed was my brother-in-law "protecting" me.
Then, fleeing another violent break-in, I overheard an earth-shattering conversation at the Clark family home that revealed the horrifying truth: Ethan was alive.
He had faked his own death, letting me mourn him while he lived comfortably with his brother's widow, Molly, who was also pregnant with his child, coldly waiting for "a little more time" before returning to me.
The man I loved and grieved watched me suffer, watched me nearly lose our baby, all while orchestrating my pain and prioritizing his other family.
How could the hero I adored be such a monster, betraying me so cruelly for a woman he thought more "fragile" than his suffering wife and unborn child?
With the image of his charred helmet now nothing but a symbol of his monstrous lie, I made a desperate call, accepting firefighter Andy Lester' s wild offer to marry him-for protection, for escape, for a chance to finally run. The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Fiery Comeback
Romance Averie Francis slipped into the VIP hospital ward to surprise her devoted husband, Julian, hoping to share the news of her persistent morning sickness.
But through the cracked door, she heard Julian talking to her frail cousin, Stella.
Stella whined about her body rejecting the kidney, complaining about Julian having to marry "that disgusting woman" just for her sake.
Julian's venomous reply froze Averie's blood.
"I wouldn't have touched her if it wasn't the only way to get her to willingly 'donate' her mother's kidney."
He proudly confessed to forging her mother's signature on the organ donation forms, effectively murdering her by proxy.
To make matters worse, Julian fired Averie from her own multi-million-dollar tech project just to build Stella's resume.
When Averie refused to submit to his mistress, he violently shoved her against a doorframe, leaving her bleeding on the floor while he rushed to comfort a "dizzy" Stella.
Averie's world completely collapsed.
Her perfect three-year marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, her mother’s death was a calculated murder, and she was six weeks pregnant with the child of the monster who orchestrated it all.
But instead of crumbling, the shattered pieces of her soul knitted back together into something cold and unbreakable.
She quietly secured the forged medical records, burned every designer gift and fake memory in a backyard fire pit, and walked away into the night to destroy his empire. Ghosted His Heart, Now He Hates Me
Modern Years after ghosting my online boyfriend, I returned to the U.S. as a successful journalist, completely transformed. My first big assignment was a documentary on his world-champion esports team. He was Emmett Burke, the team captain, and he didn't recognize me at all.
Instead of recognition, I was met with pure hatred. During our first interview, he publicly called our past relationship a "deception," a lesson that taught him to only trust what's real.
The man who once loved my online persona, "Aria," now looked at me with cold contempt. To make matters worse, my social-climbing mother-now his stepmother-had lied to him years ago, painting me as a cruel catfish just to get me out of the way.
He believed her, and his bitterness was a constant, painful reminder of the past I couldn't escape. It hurt knowing I'd caused his pain by disappearing, but his utter dismissal of what we had felt like a fresh betrayal every day.
I thought there was no hope, that he would hate "Aria" forever.
Until one night, he found a box of my old things my mother tried to throw away. Inside was a photo of my old self with "Aria" written on the back, and a medal he had sent me all those years ago. Married To My Fiancé's Billionaire Uncle
Modern I returned to Veridia City to avenge my mother, a brilliant scientist framed for medical fraud and driven to her grave.
But my biological father, who had abandoned us years ago, suddenly brought me back to his luxurious mansion.
I thought he finally felt a shred of guilt. Instead, he just needed a disposable pawn to sell off in an arranged marriage to the wealthy Duncan family to save his failing business.
His new wife and son looked at me like I was trash from the slums.
When I went to enroll at the city's most elite academy, a snobby teacher deliberately sabotaged me with an impossible placement test, wanting to humiliate me in front of everyone.
"If you fail, you will get on your knees, apologize, and get out of this city forever!"
Everyone waited to watch the uneducated country bumpkin make a total fool of herself.
They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic girl they could easily manipulate and crush.
They had no idea that beneath this fragile disguise, I was actually "The Surgeon," the underground medical miracle, and "King," the world's most feared hacker.
Forty minutes later, I tossed the perfectly scored exams onto the desk, forcing the arrogant teacher into a public apology.
As I walked out the gates, the city's most ruthless tycoon—and my supposed fiancé's uncle—leaned out of his Bentley and locked eyes with me.
"Found you."
They thought they had trapped a weak pawn in their gilded cage, but they had just invited the grim reaper right to their front door. Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Proxy
Modern Elsie stood completely alone in the pouring rain at her father's freshly dug grave.
Before she could even mourn, a black SUV pulled up, and Roland Cantu shoved a marriage contract into her hands.
He claimed her father had embezzled three billion dollars from the Carlisle group, leaving her with a massive debt.
"Sign the marriage contract, and the debt is forgiven."
When Elsie refused to marry a dying man, Roland threatened to instantly cut off her mother's life support and her own vital heart medication.
Forced to sign, she was dragged to the Carlisle fortress, stripped of her clothes, scrubbed with harsh chemicals, and locked in a glass medical cage.
Inside, she was guarded by Axel Stone, a ruthless proxy who treated her like a corporate assassin.
When Elsie simply tried to give her dying husband a sip of water, Axel slapped the cup away and accused her of poisoning it.
"Get on your knees and drink it."
He violently forced her head toward the puddle on the cold floor, triggering a massive, near-fatal cardiac event.
Even after she survived and proved her innocence, Axel still ordered her only warm meal thrown into the garbage disposal.
Elsie didn't understand why her father was framed, or why she was trapped in this paranoid nightmare with a sadistic madman.
But as she stared at the empty kitchen counter, her fear finally turned into burning anger.
Since they desperately needed her alive to produce an heir and secure their trust fund, she would use their own leverage against them.
She was going to demand a child through IVF, survive this prison, and tear this twisted family apart to clear her father's name. General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.
Modern For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.
When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire. Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Queen Returns
Sci-fi I woke up strapped to a freezing operating table, a gaping hole crudely sutured over my heart.
Joi Rocha, my supposed guardian, stood nearby holding a glowing vial that contained my freshly extracted Phoenix gene sequence.
"Don't blame me, sweetheart. Gayla's body is just too weak. She needs this sequence more than you do."
In my past life, I endured years of illegal biological harvests for this family. My fiancé Brennon watched with cold eyes as they ripped the gene from my chest, while the elite academy students filmed and mocked my bleeding, broken body. They stripped me of my status, drained every drop of my worth, and left me to die in a freezing tomb just so their precious fake daughter could thrive.
Until my dying breath, I didn't understand. I had given them my absolute loyalty, so why was I treated like disposable medical waste? Why did my life mean absolutely nothing to them?
But opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the exact day they stole my core.
This time, I didn't cry or beg. I stared dead into Joi's eyes and smiled.
I detonated the residual energy in my chest to incinerate Gayla's stolen sequence, faked my own flatline, and injected myself with a hidden dark matter drive to completely rewrite my DNA.
If they wanted to play God with my life, I was going to burn their entire world to ash. The Rejected Mate's Spectacular Warrior Comeback
Werewolf I was happily pregnant with my mate Ronan's child, ready to become the pack's future Beta female.
But during a routine checkup, my sister Isolde maliciously exposed my blood test results to the clinic.
The baby wasn't Ronan's. It was the consequence of a hazy, primal encounter with a mysterious Alpha during a Pack Run under lunar madness.
Ronan ignored my desperate pleas. He dragged me into the pack square, publicly rejected me, and immediately claimed Isolde as his new mate.
Exiled and spiritually shattered, I was attacked by rogues in the woods. I lost my inner wolf, and I lost my unborn baby.
For five years, I lived as a crippled, Wolfless outcast, scrubbing floors and enduring daily humiliation while they ruled in luxury.
My heart was completely dead. So when the terrifying Alpha King suddenly offered me his Luna crown just because I accidentally saved his son, I only felt a chilling disgust.
He didn't want a mate. He wanted a convenient political pawn and a glorified nanny for his traumatized heir.
"I refuse."
I rejected the most powerful wolf on the continent and escaped his golden cage in the dead of night.
I walked straight into the brutal Warrior Trials as a Wolfless human. This time, I wouldn't be anyone's prize. I would earn my own power and burn their world to the ground. The Day My World Shattered
Modern On our fifth wedding anniversary, my three-year-old daughter Kenisha' s rare illness led to a shocking discovery. A DNA test revealed she wasn't my biological child.
That same day, I overheard my husband, Corbin, confessing the truth to his mistress. They had swapped their baby for mine in the delivery room, declaring my real daughter dead-all part of a long con to steal my family's fortune.
When I confronted him, they turned the tables.
They framed me for killing Kenisha's pet rabbit in a fit of rage, had a corrupt doctor declare me mentally unstable, and imprisoned me in our penthouse under the guise of "treatment."
My husband, the man I loved, had not only stolen my child but was now trying to steal my sanity and freedom, all while turning the daughter I raised against me.
But they made one mistake. They thought I was broken. With my father's secret help, I escaped that gilded cage. Now, I'm going to find my real daughter, and I'm going to make him pay for every single lie. Too Late For Your Proposal
Modern My boyfriend, Carter, chose a ski trip with his manipulative "best friend," Bridget, after I gave him an ultimatum. "If you go, we're over," I had warned. He just laughed and told me not to come crying to him when I got lonely.
But while he was gone, the stress of his silence and Bridget's taunting Instagram posts sent me to the hospital with a bleeding stomach ulcer.
Lying in an urgent care bed, hooked up to an IV, I saw him liking her posts-pictures of them looking like a happy couple, with captions mocking me. He wasn't just ignoring my pain; he was actively endorsing it.
In that sterile room, something inside me didn't just break; it turned to ice. The years of begging for his affection, of fighting for his attention, simply evaporated.
So when he came home expecting his favorite dinner, I had a surprise for him instead.
"We broke up," I said, pointing to the moving boxes that held every last trace of him.
He pulled out a Tiffany bracelet, claiming he was going to propose. But it was too late. I had already called the movers. His Substitute Love, A Fatal Truth
Romance For five years, I was the cherished ward of Ambrose Aguilar, the man who saved me. I thought he loved me, until his pregnant first love, Katharine, returned. I was just her substitute.
That same day, I was diagnosed with a fatal blood disease, my only hope a transplant from family I never had.
Ambrose' s kindness turned to cruelty. He watched as Katharine tormented me, framed me, and finally ordered me killed.
But the cruelest twist came from a DNA test: Katharine, the architect of my suffering, was my biological mother.
She sacrificed her life to give me the transplant. Now I'm starting over, leaving the man who broke me to the ruins of his own making. When the Golden Goose Bites Back
Modern The annual end-of-year meeting at Lester Properties was always a performance, and as their top broker, I was ready for my big commission payout-over $500,000. I was the firm's golden goose, the one who closed impossible deals, and my massive year-end bonus was my true salary.
But this year, my boss, Matthew Lester, decided to turn my success into a public ambush. He announced there would be no bonuses due to a "tough market," then, with a predatory smile, suggested I "volunteer" my record-breaking commission to be distributed among the team.
The room erupted, not with gratitude for me, but with greedy demands from my colleagues, led by the jealous Molly Chadwick. They piled on the pressure, painting me as selfish if I refused, celebrating as I made a forced "agreement." My hard-earned money was being stripped away, stolen by my boss and celebrated by my colleagues.
How could my own company, the people I' d made millions for, do this to me? How could they, and Matthew, so casually demand a year of my life's work while my "teammates" cheered?
They thought they had broken me. They thought I was a fool who would meekly surrender. Oh, no. They had no idea what they had just started. The CEO Who Knew My Thoughts
Romance My family's tech company, ChenTech, was bleeding out, and Dad, ever the optimist, clung to an email from Stryker Innovations: an invitation to their "Next Generation Leaders Program." I was supposed to be our savior, a burnt-out junior software developer thrown into the corporate lion's den. I hated it, but Dad's desperate hope was a heavy chain around my neck.
The orientation was chillingly efficient. Damien Stryker, the CEO, radiated an unnerving stillness. He immediately dismissed anyone who' d used clichéd motivational posters. My blood ran cold, but my minimalist presentation was safe. Then, a sharp, sarcastic thought cut through my anxiety: What a certifiable lunatic. His gaze snapped up, piercing the room, locking onto me. He knew.
Instead of being dismissed, I was "promoted." Mr. Alistair Finch, Stryker' s chief of staff, informed me I was to be Damien's personal project assistant. My days became a bizarre loop of meticulously crafting his Colombian coffee (192 degrees, counter-clockwise stir) and organizing impossibly misfiled archives. Every mental groan, every cynical observation I made, he' d subtly echo or correct with a smirk I could almost feel. It felt less like a job, more like a cruel psychological experiment.
How could he know? The mind-reading was infuriating, humiliating. This man, who saw right through my carefully constructed facade, seemed to deliberately play with my thoughts, making me feel like a trapped rat. Was he just an eccentric genius, or something far more sinister? Was I truly losing my mind?
But then I started to notice: the companies he acquired often improved, employees thrived. The corporate wolf wasn't quite what he seemed. When his own stepmother, Eleanor, tried to weaponize me for corporate espionage, her veiled threats echoing his mind games, I realized the real danger wasn' t Damien. It was time to stop being a victim in this psychological maze and start fighting back. The Love He Killed
Fantasy My hands, once horrifically scarred, were healed by a cosmic bargain: save one struggling soul, Ethan Hayes, in another reality.
For eight years, I poured my life into his, turning a broken man with crushing debt into a tech titan. We built an empire, married, and for a time, I truly loved him, believing our future was forged in shared dreams.
But then, the architect of his redemption became the victim of his betrayal.
His intern, Chloe Vance, slid into our lives and straight into his bed.
Three years of his gaslighting, hidden affairs that became blatant, and the grinding neglect slowly extinguished the vibrant woman I once was.
The final, brutal blow came when Chloe, smugly pregnant, revealed Ethan had "gifted" her our vineyard estate-my home.
My heart, once shattered, had simply turned to ash.
I meticulously liquidated a fortune I' d fought to earn, preparing for an escape he' d facilitated with every lie and condescending guilt-gift.
He bought me diamond necklaces while Chloe flaunted her presence in our penthouse.
On my birthday, he cornered me, enraged, accusing me of threatening his new family, blind to the fact that his actions had already killed everything between us.
He was a stranger, a ghost clinging to a broken past.
I was long past anger, past pain-only a chilling resolve remained.
How could he not see? How could he not understand that the woman who healed him had been destroyed by him?
So, as he lunged forward, his face contorted with a fury born of his own making, I didn't resist.
Instead, I calmly whispered, "Happy birthday to me." And then, with a resolute step onto nothingness, I embraced my "death," not as an end, but as a long-overdue return to the life and self I was always meant to be. The Price of an Inheritance
Billionaires My whole world revolved around Ethan Vanderbilt, the wealthy heir, and our shared dream of a life in Aspen.
Our future, however, was conditional: he first had to secure his family's multi-billion dollar inheritance by having children with another woman, his childhood friend Brittany Hayes.
I became his secret, patient mistress, waiting in the shadows for my turn.
They had their first child, then another, and I was forced into the degrading role of nanny to his legitimate heirs, living under the Vanderbilt family's scorn.
Then, the unthinkable happened: I became pregnant with Ethan's child.
But a devastating fall during a desperate hike ended everything; I lost our baby.
His powerful family, the Vanderbilts, saw my immense loss not with compassion, but as a convenient solution to their "problem."
They coldly denied me anesthesia for the D&C, subjecting me to a brutal, agonizing procedure that left me not only physically and emotionally shattered but also likely infertile.
Ethan, lost in his new "perfect family" facade, retreated, leaving me trapped in their lavish prison, enduring vile taunts from his children.
How could the man I loved, who swore he'd choose me, allow such unspeakable barbarity, treating my body and my profound grief with such callous indifference?
And how could his spoiled son, EJ, deliberately destroy my last precious link to my deceased mother—a treasured voice recorder—right under his father's passive gaze?
As I lay bleeding, broken by that final act of cruelty, a rugged stranger, a man from the mountains, appeared at the door like a forgotten dream.
He was my unlikely deliverer, walking into my nightmare, ready to pull me from the wreckage and finally help me reclaim a life I thought was lost forever. Betrayed By The Beat: An Heiress's Revenge
Billionaires At his debut album party, I watched my boyfriend, Ethan White, on top of the world.
His success, though, was built on my quiet sacrifices, my hidden connections as Amelia Sterling, heir to a Texas oil fortune.
I'd given up everything to be "Amy," the girl who loved his music, not his money.
But his slick new manager, Sophia Rivera, had other plans.
She turned Ethan's triumph into my public execution.
On the giant screen, my face flashed, doctored photos painting me as a manipulative, cheating schemer.
"Gross Misconduct," read the bold red text next to my name as Ethan fired me, his eyes colder than I ever imagined.
He accused me of using him, of having a "sugar daddy," pointing to a photo of me with my own father.
Sophia smashed my phone and he locked me in our apartment, threatening to blacklist me from the industry, while she faked a pregnancy to solidify her place.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
Every sacrifice, every hidden connection I pulled for him, twisted into a weapon.
How could the man I loved, for whom I gave everything, betray me so cruelly, so publicly?
Trapped and heartbroken, one last flicker of hope remained.
A battered burner phone, tucked away, for emergencies.
With trembling fingers, I called the only person strong enough to turn this nightmare around.
"Dad," I choked out, revealing the truth of Amelia Sterling for the first time in years.
Ethan White had just declared war on the wrong woman, and he had no idea what was coming. 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. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. 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." The Forbidden Mate: Claimed By My Ex's Alpha Uncle
Amigo After four years of playing the perfect girlfriend, my wealthy boyfriend publicly humiliated me for a rich heiress.
He sneered that I was just a poor Omega who couldn't survive without his money.
"You're not going anywhere without my permission."
I didn't cry or beg. I simply packed my single suitcase, blocked his number, and walked out into the night to reclaim my life.
That same evening, I ended up saving a dangerously handsome stranger bleeding out in a dive bar restroom.
I thought I had finally escaped that toxic world to focus on my career as a top heart surgeon.
But a week later, my ex's grandmother suffered a massive heart attack, and his desperate family dragged me back to the hospital to save her.
After the grueling surgery, my ex's mother tried to force us back together, while my ex glared at me with pure contempt.
I was about to reject them all when the terrifying Alpha King-my ex's ruthless uncle-stepped out of the shadows.
My blood ran cold. His piercing blue eyes were unmistakable. He was the bleeding stranger from the bar.
I thought he would simply thank me and let me walk away.
"From this moment on, Dr. Freeman will reside at the Manor."
He didn't ask. He commanded it in front of the entire family, completely ignoring my ex's shock.
Before I could even protest, his men were already at my new apartment, packing up my life.
I had just escaped my ex's gilded cage, only to be trapped by the King himself. 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. Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha
Zhen Xiang "She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! What's the big deal if she wears a piece of your clothing?! When did you become such a vicious shrew?!"
My Alpha mate protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had hijacked my bridal suite and put on my clothes. But that bridal suite was painstakingly decorated by me, and that piece of clothing was the sexy lingerie he gifted me for our one-year anniversary!
When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me into the freezing psychiatric isolation ward. "Lock her up for five days! Let her starve in the dark until she crawls out begging for forgiveness!"
He didn't know that in my past life, I died in that exact cell.
I was forcefully injected with hallucinogens and chained to a bed. When a roaring fire engulfed the building, he kicked open the door, ignored my desperate screams, and scooped up his fake-crying mistress before rushing out.
I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh.
Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle.
Five days later, he and his mistress stood outside the door, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a flawless mental health evaluation and a signed "Mate Rejection Form" right into his hypocritical face!
"Keep the house, and keep the trash." I coldly watched him drop to his knees, gasping in agony as our soul bond violently severed, and then tossed three thousand dollars at his feet. "That's for the lingerie. Consider it charity."
He scoffed, certain that an abandoned she-wolf would eventually starve on the streets.
He had no idea that I already held the deadly secrets of his corrupt officials and used them to extort my first pot of gold.
Next, I will build my own business empire, monopolize the pack's supply chain, and buy the absolute loyalty of his entire army.
When his proud Alpha throne is completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite! 
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