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Betrayed by Her Mate: The Awakening of the White Wolf
Werewolf I unlocked my mate's tablet to check the time, but a notification caught my eye: Project Luna.
Curiosity turned to horror as I opened the file. It wasn't a diary. It was a spreadsheet.
Task #104: Public display of affection. Status: Complete.
Task #215: Gift pearls. Status: Complete.
I wasn't Jaxon's soulmate. I was a quarterly projection inherited from his dead brother to secure the pack's assets.
The reality of his indifference nearly killed me at our engagement gala. When the massive chandelier snapped above us, Jaxon didn't shield me.
He used my body as a launchpad to dive toward his mistress, Janice.
I was crushed under lead crystal and silver wire, my flesh burning from the poison. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor, Jaxon carried a scratch-free Janice to safety, screaming at the guards to ignore me.
But the physical scar on my arm was nothing compared to what I found next.
I hacked into Janice’s private account. There was a marriage certificate from Vegas, dated six months ago.
On the exact night I miscarried our child alone on the bathroom floor, begging him to answer his phone, he was marrying her.
He let our pup die while he pledged his life to another.
When he tried to buy my forgiveness with a necklace, only to let Janice snatch it from his hand, I finally snapped.
I threw his money in his face, rejected the bond, and vanished to Norway.
Jaxon thought I would die without him.
He didn't know that the Alpha Supreme of Europe had been waiting a lifetime to find me. The Ghost Bride's Game Of Revenge
Modern After surviving five years of hell in a deep-sea simulation, I finally escaped, battered and broken. I fought my way back for one reason: my fiancé, Derek. But when I found him, he sealed me in a cave and left me to die.
"Just three more days, Eva," he pleaded, his hand holding my pregnant former assistant's. "Our wedding is on Saturday."
My own parents, who had adopted her as their new daughter, believed her lies that I was a monster. They watched as Derek broke my ankle and hand, and my father shattered my ribs.
They left me for dead, trapped and alone, after I had spent five years clinging to their memory.
But I didn't die. I was rescued by a mysterious benefactor who gave me a new life and erased my pain. A year later, when a guilt-ridden Derek tracked me down, begging for a second chance, I smiled. It was my turn to play a game. Too Late To Regret: My Ex-wife Married To My Arch-enemy
Romance Eight years into Lynda Bennett's pursuit of Charles Watson, Charles got drunk and slept with Lynda.
Only when she became pregnant did he reluctantly agree to marry her.
Lynda thought she had finally touched his heart, but on their wedding day, her mother was tragically hit and killed by Charles' niece, Eleanor Watson.
The next day, Charles threatened her with her father's life to make her drop the charges.
It was then that she realized that the person Charles truly loved was always Eleanor.
Eleanor beat Lynda so badly that she ended up in the hospital, and Charles forced Lynda to sign a reconciliation agreement; Eleanor pulled Lynda's father's oxygen tube, and Charles forced Lynda to apologize to Eleanor.
If she didn't comply, Charles would threaten with the divorce.
He believed that Lynda wouldn't leave him because she was pregnant.
But he was wrong.
Lynda not only left but took their daughter and married his arch-enemy.
Charles was beside himself with regret, the once cool and dignified man now humbly kneeling, "Lynda, please forgive me, I'm willing to die to atone."
Lynda turned away with their daughter, without a backward glance.
As she walked away, she uttered, "Then go ahead and die." My Rival, My Only Hope
Romance On my birthday, my mother told me it was time to choose a fiancé from New York's most eligible bachelors. She urged me to pick Alexander Booth, the man I loved with a foolish passion in my previous life.
But I remembered how that love story ended. On the eve of our wedding, Alexander faked his death in a private jet crash.
I spent years as his grieving fiancée, only to find him alive and well on a beach, laughing with the poor student I had personally sponsored. They even had a child.
When I confronted him, our friends-the men who had pretended to comfort me-held me down.
They helped Alexander throw me into the ocean and watched from the pier as I drowned.
As the water closed over my head, only one person showed any real emotion. My childhood rival, Darrian Golden, screamed my name as they held him back, his face twisted in grief. He was the only one who cried at my funeral.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in our penthouse, just a week before the big decision. This time, when my mother asked me to choose Alexander, I gave her a different name. I chose the man who mourned me. I chose Darrian Golden. Seven Years A Prisoner Wife
Romance For seven years, my life was a cold, silent prison.
My husband, David Chen, the tech world' s golden boy, saw me only as his sister Emily' s murderer.
What happened to Emily that day at the lake was an accident, a tragedy.
But to David and my adoptive mother, Olivia, it was my fault, a debt I had to pay every single day.
My punishment?
The hard, cold floor of a barren guest room was my bed.
His cruel words, "A murderer doesn't deserve comfort. This is where you belong," echoed in my ears every night.
Every month, I would present him with divorce papers, a desperate plea for freedom.
And every month, he would tear them, burn them, a grim ritual reminding me there was no escape.
Why did they hate me so much?
What had I truly done to deserve this unending torment, this life lived as a ghost in a gilded cage?
But the constant humiliation, the silent contempt, the pain-it all fueled a secret fire within me.
I meticulously saved every penny, selling sketches online, denying myself even basic necessities to afford a one-way train ticket.
Tonight, the charade ends.
I' m walking away from this living hell, from a man who promised me a life but delivered only a sentence.
I' m reclaiming my name, my future, and the woman I was always meant to be. Her Pain, His Blindness
Romance A sharp, stabbing pain woke me.
3:17 AM. Alone.
I reached for my husband, Mark, but he wasn' t there.
My desperate call for help was answered by Lily, his goddaughter, her voice laced with annoyance.
"Mark is busy. Eleanor isn' t feeling well, so he's here with me."
I tried to explain about the emergency, the searing pain in my abdomen.
She dismissed it as drama and hung up.
Abandoned, I crawled to the phone and dialed 911, whispering, "I think I'm dying."
At the hospital, the doctor' s grim face confirmed my worst fear: a ruptured ectopic pregnancy.
I was bleeding internally and needed emergency surgery.
Alone, I signed the consent form, my hand trembling, tears blurring Sarah Miller into a solitary figure.
When I reached Mark hours later, fresh out of surgery and groggy from anesthesia, his words were cold, clipped.
"What is it now, Sarah?"
Before I could explain, Lily's frantic voice in the background cut me off.
"Mark, come quick! Mom\'s monitor is beeping again!"
He hung up, choosing her over me, over our lost baby, over my near-death experience.
The love I thought was unbreakable shattered into a million pieces.
The next morning, lying in the hospital bed, a cold, hard clarity settled over me.
I had to make him understand.
I sent him my medical reports, hoping the undeniable proof would cut through his blindness.
His reply, however, sealed my fate: "Sarah, this has gone too far. Using a fake medical report to guilt-trip me is a new low."
He called me manipulative, a liar. He chose her over me, again.
The fight drained out of me.
I typed one word: "Okay."
It was over.
I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I was done. The Fifth Anniversary
Romance The scent of roasted chicken, Liam' s favorite, filled the house on our fifth wedding anniversary.
My smile froze as I pushed open our bedroom door, finding Liam in another woman' s arms, her clothes a mess on our floor.
He blamed my alleged infertility-a trauma from an old car accident-for his betrayal, as his mother, Katherine Thorne, and his pregnant mistress, Chloe Bell, joined forces to paint me as unhinged and demand I relinquish everything.
How could the life I meticulously pieced together shatter so completely, so cruelly, for a lie thrown carelessly as an excuse?
But as he grabbed my wrist, a cold calm settled over me, replacing heartbreak with a searing rage. I would not just survive this; I would burn his world to the ground. The Witch They Made Me
Fantasy I sacrificed everything for love, my very essence, my Nahualtse, rebuilding his family' s empire and bearing him nine children-then I fell into a year-long coma.
I awoke expecting to hold my babies, to be reunited with the man who had promised to protect us all.
Instead, I found myself in a crumbling mansion, forced by my husband, Ethan, into a macabre game of "Mafia," where the pieces were our nine toddlers, and the penalty for a wrong choice was their death.
His manipulative childhood friend, Sabrina, had twisted his mind with dark magic, making him believe I was a witch and our children were abominations.
I failed his cruel test, my power too weak to discern my own, and watched in horror as he snapped our daughter' s neck because I made the wrong choice, because I couldn't tell her true nature from the deceit.
How could the man I loved, the father of my children, become such a monstrous stranger, and what more horrors awaited me and my remaining children in his twisted game of death? The Survivor's Echo
Horror I was just another volunteer, living and praying alongside my community, unaware my life was about to shatter despite what I thought were normal interactions with our charismatic leader.
Then, on the very first day of the harvest festival, a sudden, horrifying accusation rang out: I was charged with seducing Elijah, the revered leader of our tight-knit community.
He stood by, silent and impassive, as the elders dragged me to the center of the congregation, allowing them to string me up for a public whipping, pelt me with stones, brand me with a searing iron, and later, imprison me in a filthy, abandoned cabin where he mercilessly scalded my throat with boiling water.
My alleged crime was a twisted atonement for a past life I couldn't even remember, a destiny he claimed we shared, yet his actions felt like a personal hell tailor-made just for me.
With my spirit broken but not extinguished, I knew I had to escape this nightmare, even if it meant faking my own death and disappearing without a trace, hoping to reclaim a life free from his suffocating delusion. Their Own Grave
Modern My phone rang, a too-loud explosion from my brother Kevin, announcing we were rich and a tech giant was buying our block because our family home was "the centerpiece."
My mother, Brenda, immediately piled on, her voice sharp with a lifetime of disappointment, reminding me how I was "wasting my life on other people' s kids for pennies" while Kevin hit the jackpot.
I felt the old, familiar tightness in my chest, the feeling of being small, of being less-than, as they reveled in their imagined fortune.
But then, a text from my daughter Chloe shattered their delusion: Jayden was an idiot.
Their house wasn' t in the deal at all; my dilapidated rental property, which Mom had forced on me as "worthless" years ago, was the actual lynchpin.
The truth hit me: the astronomical number on the official InterCorp letter was for me, Amelia Carter, not them.
Yet, my mother continued to sneer, "You' ll be begging us for scraps soon enough. Have fun with your failing students," before hanging up.
How could they be so arrogantly blind, building a future on a lie, completely unaware that I held the keys to their downfall?
The injustice of years of belittlement, of constantly being labeled a "losing investment," now churned into something cold and quiet.
The pain was gone, replaced by an icy resolve.
"You're going to let them do it, aren't you?" my husband Mark asked, a slow grin spreading as he read Chloe's text and saw the letter.
"I'm going to let them do it," I confirmed, deciding that for the first time, their cruelty wouldn't hurt.
It would be my fuel, and I would watch them dig their own graves. From Broken to Unbreakable
Romance My father lay dying, his last wish a simple Sunday dinner with all of us.
My husband, Mark, already distant, was of course, absent.
Then the doorbell rang, and there stood Jessica Evans, Mark’s intern, visibly pregnant, her harsh words declaring Mark needed to face his responsibilities.
The shock drained the life from my father, and he passed away that very night.
Mark’s voice was flat the next morning, offering only a callous, "That's too bad. I'll try to get away for the funeral."
He didn't ask how I was, he didn’t apologize, and then he proposed a horrifying schedule: weekdays with me, weekends with his pregnant mistress and their unborn child, as if it were "fair."
The word echoed, twisting the knife of betrayal and grief in my gut.
How could the man who once promised me a lifetime of love now offer such a chillingly casual arrangement, prioritizing his image over my shattered heart, forgetting the child we lost supporting his dreams?
That night, as he slept beside me, I quietly opened my laptop, choosing not a divorce lawyer, but a path to freedom and purpose through the American Resilience Corps. The Paid Companion Who Found Love
Romance For four years, Emily was Kyler Hamilton’s self-proclaimed "human tranquilizer," a breathing sedative bought to soothe his crippling anxiety.
To save her family from ruinous debt, she’d accepted the gilded cage of his mansion, enduring his disdain and emotional cruelty, constantly reminded she was nothing more than a paid function.
But at a glittering charity gala, Kyler, in a twisted display of power, publicly announced he was "transferring her service contract" to a quiet librarian for a humiliating "one dollar."
The casual contempt shattered her composure, reducing her value to a discarded, cheap commodity and leaving her utterly bereft, walking out into a future she hadn't dared to dream of.
How could someone take such cruel delight in breaking another, in reducing her existence to an exchange?
Would her worth forever be measured by the dollar that bought her freedom, or could an unexpected act of genuine kindness be the turning point that allowed her to reclaim a life, and a love, priceless beyond Kyler’s comprehension? You might like
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, Mated to the Secret Lycan King
Da Lanlan For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess.
Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world.
Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna.
Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee.
Immediately after, my mother called to gloat.
"Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?"
She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue.
I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die.
But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom.
I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent.
If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one. The Moonless She-Wolf: Rejected By The Pack, Desired By The Alpha
Canal In a world where weakness could cost someone their life, Ava Grey had been born without a wolf, and all she had ever faced was rejection and suffering. Her own kind had cast her aside, and a strange scar marked her with a secret she still didn't understand.
More than anything, she had wanted to break free from it all. Then, on the night of the Lunar Gala, everything changed.
It started with a single glance. One brief encounter. A bond formed against all reason and tied her to Lucas Westwood, the Alpha of the rival pack, the very man she should've stayed away from.
Surrounded by hatred, rising conflict, and a fate she couldn't escape, Ava came to realize that what made her different wasn't a curse at all. It was a power others both craved and feared.
As tensions grew, the packs moved closer to war. Alliances began to fall apart. In the middle of it all, one truth slowly revealed itself. The real danger wasn't the monster they thought they were fighting. Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Rabbit As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me.
Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King.
My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss.
His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." Rejected by the Heir, Claimed by the Lycan King
Annabell Seto I was a wolfless Omega, sold to the powerful Blackwood Pack to save my bankrupt family from ruin.
But on my wedding day, as I walked down the aisle alone, my groom didn't show up.
Braden, the Alpha heir, had abandoned me at the altar. He boarded a private jet with his scentless human mistress, leaving me to face the cruel mockery of the most powerful Alphas in North America.
To clean up his mess, the Dowager Luna offered me two humiliating replacements to fulfill our sacred marriage treaty: a brute who despised me, or a trembling coward who couldn't even look me in the eye.
The pack members sneered, publicly screaming that I was nothing but "leftovers" and a rejected stray.
They expected me to lower my head, accept their scraps, and remain a pathetic pawn in their political games. They thought a fragile, wolfless girl would just break down and cry.
But a white-hot pride ignited in my soul. I refused to be their victim.
I rejected both of their pathetic options and pointed directly at the most terrifying man in the room—the Lycan King himself.
"I demand a replacement. I choose him."
I didn't just escape humiliation; I forced the ruthless King to make me his Queen.
Now, I am the Luna of the entire pack, wielding the power to control their fate, and stepmother to the coward who threw me away.
It's time to teach these beasts exactly who they are dealing with. Unwanted By Her Pack, Chosen By The Alpha King
Bing Xialuo I threw myself in front of the ruthless Alpha King's convoy, risking death to demand justice against my fated mate who had forsaken our sacred bond.
But when the King brought me to Ryker's doorstep, I found him holding the local Alpha's beautiful daughter. To protect his future, Ryker pointed at my undeniable mate mark and lied to the entire pack.
"It was a lie. A paid act to comfort my dying mother."
Instantly, the pack turned on me, branding me a vicious gold-digger who exploited a dead woman's memory.
When I slapped him for blaspheming the Goddess, he snapped my arm in half in front of everyone. Later, his new mate's father threw a half-million-dollar check at my hospital bed, ordering me to take the blood money and vanish.
I was just an Omega. In their eyes, my sacred bond and my shattered heart were worthless, easily crushed under the weight of their ambition. How could the man who promised me forever turn into a monster who wanted me dead?
But my honor was not for sale. Backed by the Alpha King, I stripped Ryker of his wealth, and when they sent rogues to kidnap me that night, I threw myself from a moving van into the dark woods, ready to start my revenge. 
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