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His Defiant Luna: Awakening Of The White Wolf
Werewolf At the sacred Full Moon Ball, I was supposed to receive the moonstone necklace and become the future Luna alongside my fated mate, Crown Prince Edward.
But in front of the entire pack, he snatched the necklace away and placed it around the neck of Cynthia, a low-tier Omega who cleaned the floors.
"Her scent is softer. She has a gentle heart," he announced, before tossing a cheap silver hairpin at me as a deliberate insult.
In my past life, I fought back. I used my noble family's power to force him to honor our engagement.
But I didn't know that breaking an Alpha's pride was a death sentence.
After we married, he let Cynthia starve me during my pregnancy and mix silver into my medicine, killing my unborn pup.
When he took the throne, he falsely accused my family of treason, exiling my father and brothers to the frozen wastelands to die.
He crippled my wolf with crushed silver, locking me in a damp dungeon where Cynthia eventually forced me to drink deadly wolfsbane.
I coughed up black blood and died in agony, my family slaughtered and my dignity destroyed by the man I had loved.
Opening my eyes, a violent wave of vertigo struck me. I was back at the exact moment Edward handed me that insulting silver hairpin.
This time, I didn't shed a single tear.
"I, Beatrice, reject you, Edward, as my mate," I declared calmly.
I turned my back on the Crown Prince. In this life, I will marry his crippled uncle, Prince Arthur, and watch them lose everything. The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback
Mafia A year ago, my husband Marco traded my life for a political alliance.
I watched his mistress's taillights fade into the dark as the freezing waters of Lake Michigan swallowed me whole.
They called my drowning a tragic accident and burned a fake body before anyone could demand an autopsy.
Tonight, Marco is marrying that same mistress, Isabella, in a lavish ballroom filled with Chicago's underworld elites.
They even conceived a child during my mourning period, a deadly sin in our traditional Mafia family.
They thought I was rotting at the bottom of the lake, completely forgotten.
But they didn't know I had survived, bleeding through brutal underground training just to crawl my way back.
When the wedding venue plunged into darkness and a single spotlight hit me standing there in a white mourning gown, Marco dropped his glass.
"Arabella? No... you're dead," he choked out, his face draining of blood.
Isabella shrieked, looking like she had seen the devil himself.
Did they really think a little water could wash away our sacred vows?
They stole my life, my name, and my family, expecting me to stay a compliant ghost forever so they could secure their power.
I smiled coldly as I handed the Mafia Don a decree of absolute protection from The Commission.
I am Arabella Stark, and my vendetta only ends when they drown in their own blood. Gilded Cage: The CEO's Unwilling Bride
Romance I was the "diamond" of the Sargent Foundation, a perfect orphan polished for the cameras and high-society galas. But beneath the glittering chandeliers, I was suffocating. When the pressure finally broke me and I tried to flee the Sargent Gala, I wasn't met with comfort. I was hunted down by security and dragged into a sterile, white-hot spotlight in a room I was never allowed to enter.
Adrien Sargent, the cold-blooded CEO who controlled my every move, didn't want to help me. He wanted to devour me. He presented a legal cage: sign over my voting shares for his unethical hostile takeover, or he would have my only friend—the elderly butler who raised me—killed in his nursing home bed.
I became a prisoner in the East Wing, stripped of my phone and watched by hidden cameras. During a midnight storm, I tried to steal a security card to escape, but Adrien caught me in his study. Reeking of whiskey and corporate rage, he didn't just stop me. He pinned me to his desk and branded my neck with a bite so deep it bruised, treating me like a thief who deserved to be claimed.
The next morning, the house turned into a battlefield of lies. His PR consultant tried to claim she was the one in his bed, but Adrien found a pearl button from my pajamas under his desk. He didn't feel guilt; he felt violated. He accused me of orchestrating the entire encounter to blackmail him, his eyes filled with a terrifying, possessive fury.
When his grandmother caught us, she didn't see a victim; she saw a liability. To save the family stock price, she gave us an ultimatum: marriage.
"I’ll do it," I said, looking at the massive diamond ring that felt more like a shackle. Adrien thought he had finally broken me, but he didn't know about the encrypted file I just received. The corporate crisis he’s fighting was an inside job, and the trail leads straight to his own front door.
I looked at my new husband on our wedding night and let my silk dress hit the floor. He thinks he’s trapped a rabbit, but I’ve just gained total access to his world. I will sleep with the enemy, learn every dark secret he’s hiding, and then I am going to burn his empire to the ground. His Betrayal, My Fierce Comeback
Modern I was the moral compass of modern media, a journalist with a flawless record and a penthouse life with my husband, Britton.
Then one phone call shattered it all. He blackmailed me, using a dark secret I kept for him, forcing me to retract a story and destroy my own career to protect his intern, Baylee.
The fallout was brutal. My reputation was ruined overnight. Fleeing the city, I was in a horrific car accident and woke up in the hospital to learn I'd had a miscarriage.
The final blow came when I called him for help, only to hear his intern giggling in the background.
The man I loved since we were kids, the one who swore to protect me, had orchestrated my ruin and cost me our child.
He left me for dead at the bottom of a cliff.
But he made one mistake: he didn't make sure I was dead. Pulled from the ocean by a mysterious stranger, I was reborn. Now, I'm coming back to reclaim everything he took-and make him pay. The Midnight Iris of Betrayal
Modern After fifteen years of marriage, my husband finally noticed my nail polish. The shade was 'Midnight Iris.'
It was also the favorite shade of his new assistant, Cheri.
When I confronted him, Brennan called me ridiculous. "Maybe you should get a job," he sneered. "Stop obsessing over meaningless things."
But the deepest cut came from my son, Bird.
"You don't even do anything all day," he said, his words a mirror of his father's. "And Cheri is picking me up today. She's way more fun than you."
Later, he texted, asking me to buy a birthday present for Cheri. My own birthday had been the week before. He hadn't even mentioned it.
He hadn't forgotten. He just didn't care. I had been replaced in my own home, in my own son's heart.
Before the tears could blind me, I sent a text to my lawyer.
"I want to give up custody. Completely. I can't be a mother to a child who doesn't see me." My Peace Beyond His Regret
Modern My boyfriend, Damien, chose a Vegas trip with his toxic best friend, Branden, over our relationship, ignoring my ultimatum that if he walked out, we were over. He walked.
A week later, he was back, dangling a designer handbag as a peace offering. But while he was partying, I was in the ER with a severe, stress-induced anxiety attack.
The final blow came when I saw Damien had 'liked' Branden' s social media post mocking my pain.
He stood outside my apartment, laughing with Branden, calling me "dramatic" and "clingy," completely unaware I had already packed his entire life into boxes.
"What... what is all this, Cecil?" he stammered, his face turning from shock to rage as he saw his belongings ready for the movers. "What have you done?"
I looked him dead in the eye, my voice cold and steady. "We're over, Damien. So, are these boxes going to your place, or to Branden's?" From Mafia Wife To Free Woman
Mafia For three years, I've been the wife of Dante Moretti, the head of the Chicago Bratva. My only purpose was to give him an heir. Today, I stared at the second pink line on a pregnancy test—a death sentence.
But my husband didn't want a wife. He wanted a vessel.
Hiding outside his office door, I heard him talking to his sister, Isabella. They were placing a million-dollar bet on the gender of my unborn child.
"But what about her?" Isabella asked. "Once she gives you the heir, she’ll be useless."
The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.
"She served her purpose," Dante said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "A broodmare is only valuable when it can produce. After that…"
He didn't have to finish. In his world, useless things are discarded. Violently. Every touch, every calculated smile had been a lie to secure his dynasty.
He saw a legacy, not a child. He saw a vessel, not a wife.
The only way to win his game was to knock the whole board over. I pulled out my phone and called the clinic my friend had told me about.
"Yes," I said, my voice a stranger’s, hollow and steady. "I'd like to schedule a termination." The Beta Rejected Me, So I Claimed His King.
Werewolf I stood at my mating ceremony, about to be joined with my pack's Beta, Brendan, under the watchful eye of the powerful Alpha King.
But just as the rites began, Brendan abandoned me at the altar. He ran off into the woods for another woman—a fragile rogue named Marina he had taken in.
He left me to face the humiliation alone. Then, a message came through the public leadership channel for all to hear. It was Brendan, announcing that Marina had attempted suicide and he couldn't leave her.
He then had the audacity to command me to apologize to the Alpha King on his behalf for the "disruption."
The man I had loved for six years, who had promised me forever just the night before, had traded my honor for a lie. He made me a laughingstock in front of the entire continent.
That night, drowning my sorrow in a human bar, I ran into the Alpha King himself. Fueled by whiskey and heartbreak, I made a reckless offer.
"He doesn't want me anymore," I slurred. "Alpha, do you want me tonight?"
To my shock, he accepted. And in his arms, I discovered a stunning truth: the Alpha King, my ex-fiancé's uncle, was my true fated Mate. My revenge had just begun. Woke Up as My Nemesis's Wife
Billionaires I, Selena Grant, was the most cherished daughter of the Grant family in Seaview City, a princess in all but name. Countless men longed to draw near, not for love, but for the status and glory that came with me.
But men never interested me. My only passion was my work, and my ambition was to see my empire stretch across the globe.
For a long time, I believed I would burn out in my relentless work, destined to grow old alone.
Until the day I woke in a bathtub.
From the phone came a voice, sharp with impatience, "Why aren't you dead already?"
A stranger-a servant-told me I was married, and that I had degraded myself time and again, staging suicide attempts just to win a glance from this man.
I didn't believe a word of it.
I could be relentless for my work, but never for a man.
I picked up the phone and glanced at hundreds of rejected call records and countless unsent messages, all beginning with the same desperate words, "I love you."
In that instant, I believed it.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I stared up at the ceiling.
Although I had lost three years of memories from this marriage, anyone who dared to treat me with such contempt would not escape the consequences. Stolen Identity, Stolen Love
Modern The plane landed, and Ethan Miller, world-renowned chef, felt the thrill of victory – the "Global Culinary Masters" trophy securely in his bag. He envisioned his fiancée, Sophia, and The Alchemist\'s Table, his restaurant that had just earned its third Michelin star.
But joy turned to ice as two burly guards blocked his entrance, demanding an invitation to his own restaurant. Laughter and champagne clinked inside, and a video played on a loop, showing "Chef Ethan Miller," holding his trophy, kissing it for the cameras-but it wasn\'t him.
The police arrived, called by the imposter, who claimed Ethan's ID was stolen. "The system says this ID was reported stolen two weeks ago. By Mr. Ethan Miller." They dragged him away, a man pleading, swearing he was the true Ethan.
He saw the imposter, his doppelgänger, putting an arm around Sophia, who leaned into him with a look of pure love. "Who am I?" he whispered, as his world crumbled, every memory, every achievement, every relationship with his fiancée replaced.
Humiliated, abandoned, and facing a life he no longer recognized, Ethan knew one thing: he had to reclaim his identity, no matter the cost. Back From The Dead For A Blank Check
Billionaires I poured everything into him.
As a struggling artist, I lived for Julian, my charming musician.
I paid his bills, cooked his food, convinced myself our love was worth more than money.
Then the black Escalades came.
My Julian, the man I loved, was Julian Vance, a billionaire heir.
He didn' t even look at me as his fixer handed me a check for $500,000, calling it a "thank you for your time."
My world shattered.
I tore the check, screamed my love wasn't for sale.
I was a romantic idiot.
To keep him, I leaked our story to the tabloids, forcing his family to make him marry me for appearances.
The marriage was hell.
Julian treated me with open disgust.
His monstrous grandfather systematically dismantled my life, isolating me, sabotaging my art, whispering poisons until I questioned my sanity.
The final blow: Julian on Page Six, laughing on a yacht with "his longtime companion," Serena.
My "love story" was a brutal nightmare, my grand romance a calculated humiliation.
The pain of betrayal, the sheer injustice, choked me.
How could something so pure turn so monstrously toxic?
I was a pawn.
That night, in our cold, empty penthouse, I ended my life.
But then, I woke up.
Back in my tiny Brooklyn apartment.
The day before I met Julian for the "first" time.
This time, I knew the script.
And this time, I wasn't here for love.
I was here to collect. When Family Turns Foe
Modern I was eight months pregnant, heading to my parents' home for their "big news."
I expected typical parental updates, maybe about retirement or a new hobby.
Instead, my 55-year-old mother was significantly pregnant, too, chirping "Surprise!"
My childhood bedroom was gone, replaced by a lavish nursery for my "miracle" baby brother, Jacob.
Then came the demands: financial support for Jacob, and even my condo-the only real security I owned.
They wanted me to fund their late-life child, whose existence they used as a weapon against me and my future firstborn son.
I refused, reeling from their blatant greed and emotional blackmail.
My mother's sweet tone turned to venom, threatening my husband Michael's successful career.
She warned she'd accuse him of elder abuse at his tech firm if I didn't comply, claiming "family helps family."
This was a new low, but it didn' t compare to what came next.
My half-brother Jacob, whom they forced upon me, fell critically ill with leukemia.
When I wasn't a match for a bone marrow donation, their demands turned monstrous.
They tried to force my then three-year-old son, Leo, my own fragile child, to be tested.
They spread lies online, publicly shaming me for "letting my brother die" by protecting my son.
I exposed their wicked scheme, posting signed agreements that showed their manipulative nature.
They retaliated with the unthinkable: they kidnapped my son, Leo, from preschool.
They intended to force a marrow extraction from my toddler, claiming it was a "life-saving diagnostic procedure."
That day, terror consumed me.
My own parents had crossed an unforgivable line, sacrificing my child for their selfish, desperate obsession.
I called the police, determined to rescue Leo and break free from their toxic grasp forever. The Charity Case Dare: Her Sweet Revenge
Young Adult Sarah Miller had one shot: Northwood Academy, a world away from her cramped apartment and her dad' s pain-ridden reality.
As a scholarship kid, navigating the gilded halls felt like walking a tightrope, especially with queen bee Tiffany Vanderbilt and her "Legacy Crew" constantly reminding her she didn' t belong.
One evening, sweeping the school theater, I froze, hearing voices from the green room.
Tiffany' s voice cut through the silence: "Chad and Brittany are useless… Ethan, it has to be you."
My blood ran cold as I listened to them plot the "Charity Case Dare" -a twisted game where golden boy Ethan Hayes would wine and dine me, make me fall for him, then publicly break my heart right before graduation.
It wasn't just bullying; it was a calculated psychological operation, a sport for their amusement.
They wanted to see me weep, utterly destroyed.
Their words, "charity case," echoed like a brand.
Every petty cruelty, every snicker, now made sickening sense.
How could people born with every privilege, every advantage, be so casually, viciously cruel?
Didn' t they have souls?
Was I just a disposable pawn in their endless pursuit of twisted entertainment?
The injustice burned, a bitter bile rising in my throat.
They thought they had me trapped, a helpless animal in their cruel game.
But they were wrong.
I wasn' t going to be their victim.
I would play along, I would weaponize their arrogance, their resources, and their monstrous scheme.
And when the final curtain fell, they wouldn' t know what hit them. The Stolen Heiress: A Mother's Fight
Billionaires I woke up with a scream stuck in my throat. It was Chloe's eighteenth birthday – a day that should have been filled with joy, but instead, it felt like a chilling replay. My daughter, my sweet girl, was supposed to celebrate her coming of age.
The nightmare wasn’t just a dream; it was a terrifying premonition of my past life, a future about to unfold. My own husband, Richard, methodically stripped us of everything: our fortune, our home, our very lives. He was poised to hand my family's legacy, down to Chloe's custom gown and heirloom jewels, to his fake orphaned relative, Amber, with his housekeeper Linda by his side.
I remembered it all: Richard's icy declaration that I was "mentally unstable," Chloe's brave defense, the brutal scuffle that left her gravely injured, and finally, the staged car accident that stole our lives. Now, the phone rang, confirming the exact chilling details: Richard's assistant, demanding I present Amber with *the* Hayes family necklace. I saw the bruises on Chloe’s arm, forced to polish Amber’s shoes.
How could this be happening again? The betrayal, the theft, the violence – it was too much. But this time, a fierce, cold rage ignited inside me. I was no longer the broken woman they had destroyed.
As the assistant chirped about the necklace, I walked to the display case holding the fake pieces meant to placate me. With a heavy bronze statuette, I shattered the glass, then smashed the trinkets. "Tell Mr. Thorne," I commanded, "the original plan stands for Chloe's birthday." This time, history wouldn’t repeat. This time, I’d reclaim everything. You might like
Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Ghostly Mode Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall.
Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster.
Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth. 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. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. The Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." The Rise Of The Ugly Luna
Syra Tucker Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone.
Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved.
It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years.
Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from.
Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes.
Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with. 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." 
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