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Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Werewolf 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.
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Mafia On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises
Romance My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool.
For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office.
The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation.
My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order.
Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve.
Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one. The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter
Romance The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever.
He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me.
My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills.
Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight.
Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter. After Six Years Of Lies, Both My Wolf And I Awakened
Werewolf I am Lillian Lawson. The night before my succession ceremony, I caught Erick Lawson, my mate, in bed with Misha Acosta, the priestess of Silverbeam Pack.
It was also that night that I learned the prenatal tonic I had drunk six years ago was, in fact, a Stillbirth Draught that killed my baby.
Erick had handed it to me himself.
My real child had long since died in my womb.
After I delivered the dead baby while unconscious, Erick and Misha took the baby's body away, shoved their bastard, Noah Lawson, into my arms, and murdered my father together.
So I had spent six years raising my enemies' child.
And now, they were trying to usurp my position as leader!
At the succession ceremony, Misha held Noah in front of the entire pack, sobbing that she was his real mother.
Erick stood before everyone and accused me of having no wolf, being unable to bear children, and abusing Noah for years.
Everyone demanded I give up my position.
But I simply looked at Erick, whose face showed a look of smug satisfaction, and curled my lips. "Erick, do you think you're unstoppable now?" I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
Werewolf For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond.
That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession.
The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me.
The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed.
"You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me."
My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.
The Bride He Betrayed: He Gave Her the Ring, I Gave Him Goodbye
Romance After ninety-nine punishments under the family rule, Clara Whitmore had finally earned her freedom to choose her own marriage.
Dragging her weakened body, she hurried forward, desperate to share the news with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Hayes.
But what she saw instead froze her in place. Adrian was down on one knee, proposing-to Sienna Mercer, the girl who had once stolen her identity.
"Sienna, marrying Clara was my responsibility... but loving you is instinct," he said.
So love had been nothing more than a cruel joke. The man who once swore he would marry no one but her had already changed his heart.
With her world collapsing around her, Clara dialed home.
"I'll agree to the marriage alliance in Kingshaven," she said. My Alpha Refused My Dying Rejection
Werewolf My fated mate, Alpha Kaden, watched me die slowly for three years while he groomed his mistress. When our pup withered and died inside me due to his neglect, he publicly accused me of murder. That was the day I stopped dying for him and started living to defy him.
The Pack Healer confirmed our pup's soul returned to the Goddess; Kaden's weakened bond was literally killing me, forcing a procedure to remove the last physical tether. Immediately after, Kaden returned with Cori Mullins, his 'true love', and found me. He snarled accusations I'd destroyed his heir-a lie Cori eagerly reinforced.
He dismissed my cries that he killed our baby, believing their narrative. My inner wolf gave a final gurgling howl as necrosis spread, and he swallowed Cori's lie that she, not me, saved him from rogues. I looked into his eyes and saw only disgust; he deemed my pain a performance, blind to the bond rotting me.
Realizing he would never believe me, I formally rejected him as my Mate. He laughed, dismissed it as a tantrum, and refused to accept. But as he walked away, leaving me to die, I vowed to reclaim my life. I vanished into the night, determined to live for myself, whatever the deadly cost. The Summer I Stopped Sacrificing Myself For The Others
Romance My name is Allison Chapman. Ever since I found out I might be pregnant, my husband, Rocco Chapman, had developed couvade syndrome.
It was a condition in which a husband, overwhelmed by concern and anxiety over his wife's pregnancy, experienced morning sickness as she did.
My heart ached watching him vomit until he was dehydrated, but at the same time, I was thrilled by his sheer deep love for me.
Yet, when I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup, the doctor told me I wasn't pregnant and said I was most likely having a miscarriage.
I was stunned, and I didn't know what on earth Rocco's couvade syndrome was about.
I soon knew why.
The moment I stepped out of the OB's office, I ran right into the woman who was next up for her appointment.
It was my best friend, Kathryn Hopkins.
And I saw the person by her side was Rocco, the same person who had told me this morning that something urgent had come up at work and he wouldn't be able to come with me to my prenatal checkup. My Fiancé Cheated on me with my Best Friend
Modern On the eve of the wedding, I accidentally touched the dashcam in the car of my fiancé, Tobias Ford.
I heard his heavy breathing, and His bare back dominated the screen.
I blushed instantly.
He and I both enjoyed the thrill and often had sex in the car, so I felt a bit embarrassed to watch the replay.
But the next moment, I froze.
A female voice, not mine, rang out. "Honey, how much longer do we have to put up with that silly woman? I'm pregnant now."
Tobias said with a chuckle, "As soon as the wedding is over and I trick her into handing over her family's assets, I will divorce her. I've already transferred her apartment to me. She plans to live there with me after we get married. It'll be our home from now on."
As the scene intensified, the woman hidden in his embrace finally showed her face.
It was my best friend, Stacey Sanderson.
They were holding hands and wearing the matching rings I'd picked out.
The timestamp in the corner showed it was the evening of two days ago. Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex
Fantasy "She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! My heart-scale on this nightgown helps heal her! What does it matter if you lend it to her for a few days?! When did you become so vicious and cold-blooded?!"
My fated mate, the Dragon Lord, protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing draconic aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had defiled my sacred nesting chamber and put on my clothes. But I had poured six months of blood and sweat into preparing that nest, and that nightgown was embedded with his own heart-scale-the very scale he swore would protect me forever!
When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me toward the Obsidian Tower-a pitch-black prison for the insane. "Lock her up for five days! Let her sober up in the dark until she crawls out begging for my forgiveness!"
He didn't know that in my past life, walking into this tower marked the beginning of my true nightmare.
During those five days, his mistress frantically spread rumors that I had gone feral. I was eventually dragged to the execution pyre by the outraged Clan. As the flames devoured my flesh, he ignored my agonizing screams, busy comforting his fake-crying mistress.
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 stood outside the heavy iron doors, wearing a self-righteous smile, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a chilling declaration of a "Rejection Ritual" right into his hypocritical face!
"Keep the chamber, and keep the parasite." I coldly watched his smug smile freeze and shatter, then demanded, "Our engagement is over. Get your three million gold coins ready, Collin. That is the exact price for ending our contract and repaying my family's investments."
He scoffed, absolutely certain that a Dragonless woman would eventually become the laughingstock of high society without his protection.
He had no idea that I already held the deadly treasonous secrets of his corrupt military suppliers, and used them to extort my first pot of gold.
Next, I will build my own network, completely cut off his domain's financial lifeline, and expose his parasitic nature to the entire kingdom.
When his proud Dragon Castle is drowned in crippling debt and completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite! I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
Romance My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune.
For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me."
He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster.
He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous.
The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built. The Sacrifice Who Was Bound To Be The Evil Dragon's Bride
Fantasy They said the evil dragon who lived in Dragon Castle, who could change into human form, was ferocious. Every year, not a single woman who was sent to him to be his bride as a sacrifice ever came back alive.
This year, it was me, Evelyn Wills, to be the sacrificial bride.
Everyone was certain I would die.
The gates of Dragon Castle slowly opened. The man on the throne, Adrian Powell, the evil dragon himself, raised his golden dragon eyes and looked at me coldly.
The suffocating pressure crashed down on me; The color drained from my face, and I had to fight the urge to run.
He lowered his eyes and let out a cold sneer. "Nothing special about the sacrifice this year."
But the moment he turned to leave, the look of fear on my face vanished.
I pulled out my dagger and drove it straight toward his heart.
I had willingly taken the place of my adoptive sister, Lydia Wills, to be his bride just for this very moment! From Exile to Rise: the Legend of the Exiled Luna
Werewolf The oracle had once prophesied that the child in our mother's belly would be the fated Luna of the next Alpha King of the entire werewolf kingdom.
For eighteen years, everyone believed that it was me, Serena Mills.
Until at my coming-of-age ceremony, the Moonlight Stone found no wolf within me.
In an instant, I went from the fated Luna in the prophecy to the pack's greatest disgrace. And my sister, Elena Mills, became the fated Luna.
I was facing the mockery of my packmates and the cold indifference of our parents.
Even my intended mate, Augusta Hayes, the Crown Prince of the kingdom, took Elena's hand in front of everyone and declared, "Only the fated Luna in the prophecy can be my Luna."
I lost all my hope.
But just as Elena was about to put on the diadem that the Fated Luna was meant to wear at the coming-of-age ceremony, the wolf that had lain dormant inside me for eighteen years suddenly opened its eyes. I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice
Romance My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file.
I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold.
Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack."
I didn't respond.
The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side.
I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives.
I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!"
The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail.
Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient.
I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing.
This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me.
It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley.
I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try."
So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City.
And I also decided to leave Jenson. The White Wolf's Requiem
Werewolf Vera Morgan, my mate's lover, said the Moonlight Power of the White Wolf's pups was pure, and that moon stones soaked in the blood from their hearts could keep a pregnancy from failing.
So Rowan Black, my mate and the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack, gave the order. I, Elara Dale, nine-month pregnant with twin babies, the Luna and a White Wolf from the Moonborn Clan, the white wolves who served the moon goddess, was tied to an operating table by the warriors, and they cut my twins out of my belly.
I was overwhelmed by the agony surging through me.
I then fell to my knees, weeping, and begged him. "The babies are premature and underdeveloped. If you take the blood from their hearts, they will die. I am the purest White Wolf of the Moonborn Clan. Take my heart instead. Please, just don't hurt the babies..."
Rowan, however, said nonchalantly, "It's only a few drops of blood. It won't kill them. Consider it penance for your jealousy of Vera."
I looked at his cold face. My wolf, Serane, let out a despairing whine.
That night, before my children could even open their eyes, their lives slipped away from the little openings on their chests.
I held my children's bloody bodies and went to Larkin Olson, the Elder of the Blackrock Pack.
"You saved me back then, and I repaid the Blackrock Pack with my Moonlight Power. My children are gone now. It is time for me to leave." 
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