San Lingcai
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The Barren Luna's Secret: Pregnant with the Alpha's Heir
Werewolf My husband, Alpha Damien, believed the Seer’s lie that I was barren and a curse to the Blackwood Pack. He spent his nights with his mistress, Victoria, while I sat alone in the cold study, hiding the swell of my belly and the future Alpha growing inside me.
The night the Great Hall exploded, the truth could no longer be hidden. I collapsed on the floor, my water breaking, blood pooling beneath me amidst the choking smoke and debris.
Damien saw me. He saw the agony in my eyes and the desperate plea on my lips. But when Victoria let out a theatrical scream from across the room, he made his choice.
He turned his back on his pregnant mate and sprinted to save his mistress, leaving me to be consumed by the flames.
I didn't die in the fire. I dragged myself out into the freezing blizzard, choosing to risk death in the snow rather than stay in a house that wanted me dead.
It wasn't until weeks later that Damien tore apart the Seer’s tower and found the letter proving Victoria had paid for the fake prophecy.
Shattered by the realization that he had abandoned his own son for a lie, he crossed the frozen wasteland to my father’s territory, falling to his knees in the mud to beg for my return.
But he didn't find the weak, submissive wife he left behind.
He found the White Wolf.
I looked down at him with cold, dead eyes and whispered, "My child has my blood, and he will never know you." Trading My Ex For His Billionaire Uncle
Modern I spent three years working as my fiancé Cam's shadow analyst, writing his reports and securing his corporate bonuses.
But at a company banquet, I opened a lounge door and found him pinning my stepsister Kiley against a sofa.
"I'll cancel the engagement," Cam murmured against her neck. "She's just a boring machine."
Instead of crying, I dug into his accounts and found he had embezzled five million dollars to buy Kiley a luxury penthouse.
When I presented the irrefutable photos and bank statements to my adoptive family, my mother slapped me across the face.
She accused me of fabricating the evidence out of jealousy, fiercely protecting her biological daughter while throwing me out into the cold.
Cam even tracked me down on the street, raising his fist to beat me just for making his mistress cry.
Three years of my devotion were treated like absolute garbage, discarded for a fragile hypocrite.
They all thought I was an orphaned nobody who would swallow the humiliation and walk away empty-handed.
They didn't know that right after catching them, I had crashed into the chest of the most dangerous man in the room.
Hayes Cooper, the King of Wall Street, and Cam's ruthless uncle.
Sitting in the back of an Uber, I emailed Hayes a hidden file containing all of Cam's federal crimes.
I didn't just want the penthouse back. I wanted my ex in prison, and his Director's chair for myself. One Night With The President
Romance I was just a senior in college, struggling with student loans and a part-time job, when a plastic stick with two pink lines shattered my world.
I had no memory of the graduation party a month ago, only a terrifying, blacked-out void and the lingering, haunting scent of expensive cedarwood.
But before I could even process the pregnancy, I was publicly humiliated by a frat boy's over-the-top proposal, which ended with me vomiting in front of the entire campus.
That's when a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up, and I was whisked away to a mansion and forced into a marriage with the most powerful man in the country-Senator Hilbert Wilkinson.
His grandmother revealed that the child I was carrying was the Wilkinson heir, and they demanded I sign a prenup to save his presidential campaign from scandal.
I was drowning in debt, and they offered to save my parents from ruin, but the cost was becoming a pawn in a loveless, corporate political merger.
Why did I have no memory of that night, and how could a man as cold as ice be the father of my child?
I signed the papers, but as I walked into his forbidden private quarters and found myself holding his silk underwear just as he stepped out of the shower, I knew this year of "marriage" wouldn't be the quiet arrangement he expected. The Unwanted, The Unstoppable
Modern After ten years in the foster system, my family finally found me. I thought it was a dream come true, but I quickly learned my place. I was the workhorse who paid for my perfect twin sister Kristen's life, while she was the golden child they were proud of. The only good thing I had was my boyfriend, Jason.
Then, at a party I was catering, I overheard my parents plotting with his. They were arranging for Jason to marry Kristen, saying I had too much baggage and was damaged goods.
Minutes later, in front of everyone, Jason got down on one knee and proposed to my sister.
As the crowd cheered, my phone buzzed with a text from him: "I'm sorry. It's over."
When I confronted them at home, they admitted the truth. Finding me was a mistake. I was just an embarrassment they had to manage, and they had done me a favor by giving Jason to Kristen.
To silence me, my sister threw herself down the stairs and screamed that I had pushed her. My father beat me and threw me onto the street like trash.
As I lay bruised on the sidewalk, my parents told the arriving police I was a violent attacker. They wanted to erase me, but they were about to find out they had just started a war. My Wife, My Betrayer
Modern My wife, Sarah, and I defined DINK: Dual Income, No Kids. It was her dream, and I made it mine, even getting a vasectomy to seal our child-free future.
Then, ten years into our perfect marriage, I found the birth certificates in her safe: twins, Luke and Ben O'Connell. Ten years old.
When confronted, Sarah admitted they were "Liam's boys," her old college friend. She justified it as "filial piety" for Liam's "dying mother," a duty. What about her duty to me? My blood ran cold when her mother called, casually revealing the whole family knew. They expected me to "adjust," to love the boys.
Suddenly, I was faced with a choice: "It's me, or it's them. You cut them out of your life, completely, or we are done." She didn't hesitate. "I can't do that to them, Ethan. They're my children."
My heart shattered. I took off my wedding ring and laid it on the birth certificates. The marriage was over. I was a fool, a twenty-year joke, the loyal husband sacrificing for a woman building another family behind my back.
The clinic visit replayed in my mind: Sarah holding my hand, her "concern" for me, comforting me years later with a fake infertility diagnosis. All lies. I discovered the truth through a monthly payment to a property management company, leading to photos of Sarah, Liam, and the twins living a perfect family life-a life I was unknowingly funding.
At her father's 70th birthday party, Sarah introduced me to the boys. "Mommy says you couldn't give her babies, so she had to get them from our daddy," one smirked, loud enough for everyone to hear. Later, she publicly transferred fifty-one percent of my company's shares to Liam, for "the boys." I wasn't just replaced; I was erased.
The next day, she brought them to our house, my house. The boy broke his own phone, then shrieked, "He pushed me!" Liam, the picture of feigned sorrow, scolded me. Then, Sarah, with a rage I'd never seen, slapped me hard across the face. "How dare you touch my son?" In that moment, I realized I was just an obstacle.
I didn't say a word. I just packed a bag, signed the divorce papers, and left. On my way out, I made sure the hidden security camera had captured everything, the proof I needed to ensure she could never deny what she had done. The Betrayal: A Love Lost
Romance I was Mark Thompson' s secret, his adoptive niece, and his hidden lover for three years. He took me in when I had nowhere else to go, becoming my protector and hero.
Then, two pink lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. I went to tell him, hoping this baby would make our relationship real, only to overhear him on the phone, laughing.
"A baby? With her? Are you crazy? I can't have some unwanted mutt ruining my life."
My blood ran cold as I heard him, the man I loved, dismiss our unborn child as an "unwanted mutt," and me as "just a kid," "a fling." My phone shattered on the floor, mirroring my heart. Later, his ex, Sarah Jenkins-the "white whale" he never got over-buzzed his phone. I heard her laughter in the background as he canceled our dinner for her. The dream turned into a nightmare.
Days later, Mark took Sarah' s side after she maliciously posted private photos of me online and then lied, claiming I was crazy. He didn't ask for my side of the story. He just saw her tears and shattered phone and immediately took her side.
"You have caused nothing but trouble since she came back," he snarled, and then the man who promised to protect me slapped me.
I fell, clutching my stomach, screaming his name as I saw the blood. But a cold, unfeeling Mark just looked at me. "Stop it, Olivia," he said, his voice laced with disgust. "The drama is over. I'm not falling for it." Then, he left me bleeding on the floor, driving off with Sarah as I lost our baby.
How could he? How could the man who raised me, the man I loved, turn into a monster who chose his ex-girlfriend's lies over my suffering? How could he dismiss me, hit me, and abandon me when I was losing our child? What kind of love was this? What was wrong with me for believing in him?
I would not let him soothe me this time. There would be no more tears, no more begging. I would take my shattered pieces, walk away, and build a life where I was finally free. The Fiancé's Cruel Game
Romance One month ago, my life was a fairytale, complete with an engagement ring from Liam Blackwood, the man I adored.
Then, Vance Capital collapsed, my father was arrested, and quickly died in prison. My mother, shattered, faded away.
I lost everything overnight, and when I ran to Liam, my fiancé, for comfort, he simply stated, "I did it, Ava. Every part of it. I destroyed your father."
Shock, grief, and utter confusion warred in me as he revealed a chilling tale of vengeance spanning decades, culminating in my family' s ruin.
Now, I stand on an auction block in Liam' s exclusive, underground club, priced and displayed like a possession. My humiliation, he believes, is the final stroke of his revenge. But as he mockingly toasts his victory, a new fire ignites within me. He thinks he' s broken me, but he has only forged a new enemy, and this is just the beginning of his downfall. His Secret Betrayal, Her Grand Return
Romance From the glittering penthouse suite, the city lights below looked like a sea of diamonds, but for tech prodigy Chloe Davis, her world felt anything but sparkling. Propped against silk pillows, the only sound was the shower running in the master bath, a quiet rhythm against her own anxious heart.
She was about to make the call that would sacrifice her future: agreeing to an arranged marriage for her family.
But then, a notification flashed on the open laptop beside her: a message from "Liam" implying a secret tryst with Ethan Hayes, the venture capitalist titan she was tangled with.
Just as the bathroom door clicked open, Ethan emerged, his voice cold and clipped: "Something came up at the office. I need to leave."
A bitter smile curled on her lips. "Is it the office, or your 'first love'?"
His sharp gaze momentarily landed on her, then he dismissed her with a curt, "I' m off to work. Don' t cause trouble."
She raced across town, and saw him, warm and intimately linked with Liam Miller, a tenderness in Ethan' s face she' d never seen directed at her.
The humiliation was a hot, bitter wave, especially when she later discovered candid photos of Ethan and Liam, his "campus sweetheart," in Ethan's private study-a shrine.
The pieces clicked: she was just a convenient body, a toy.
She' d been used, humiliated, and thrown away. She wouldn't just disappear; she would make sure everyone knew the cost. The Game Changer Husband
Romance My wife, Chloe, once bought me a dream car, declaring it a unique promise, "only for him!" It was our special thing, a testament to our bond, a grand gesture never to be repeated for anyone else.
But then, she did it again. For Liam, a mere intern with six months of experience, she bought a luxury sports car, making the same public spectacle. When I tried to articulate the depth of my hurt, her response was a dismissive, "Oh, Ethan, don’t be so sensitive. It’s just a car.”
"Just a car" became the mantra of her betrayal. She ignored my feelings, promoted him over seasoned professionals, and showered him with exclusive courtside season tickets, parading him around like a favored pet. He'd smirk, dangling scraps of her generosity my way, while the office buzzed with whispers about their "business retreats" to Napa Valley. The final, disgusting blow was an Instagram photo: her hand, our wedding ring etched with "E+C," resting intimately on his arm – a public declaration of absolute disregard for our marriage and my dignity.
The woman who swore an exclusive commitment was now openly flaunting an emotional, possibly physical, affair. How could she so casually shatter sacred promises, our shared history, and my very soul? The public humiliation was suffocating, the injustice burning deep in my chest. A profound brokenness settled within me.
She thought she was merely testing me, pushing me to "fight for her." Little did she know, her cruel games only forged a colder, more precise resolve. The quiet husband she dismissed was about to become the architect of her downfall. She made her choices. Now, I would make mine. My Anniversary, His Betrayal
Romance I clutched a vintage watch, my perfect anniversary gift, driving towards the hotel. Three years—three secret years with Ethan, my boyfriend, the man I believed saved my life. Tonight was meant to be the perfect surprise, a celebration of our love, our future.
Then I saw him. Not alone, but cradling his disheveled ex, Sophia, dismissing my brother’s frantic warnings. My world shattered as Ethan’s cold words echoed: "Olivia? She was just a stand-in. Convenient." The earth tilted when Noah, my brother, burst out the truth: "That wasn’t even you, Ethan! Liam Peterson saved her!"
The man I’d adored was a fraud. My three years, our "love" – a cruel charade built on a lie he'd actively perpetuated. He then let his toxic ex publicly humiliate me, accuse me, and even physically attack me, leaving me broken. All while he shielded her.
How could I have been so blind? This wasn't just heartbreak; it was the obliteration of my entire reality. The hero I cherished, a coward. The love I believed in, a calculated lie. Why? What monstrous game were they playing?
From the ashes of betrayal, a new fire ignited. Ethan Vance thought he’d broken me, but he’d only unleashed a Hayes. I moved to London, not just escaping, but prepared to reclaim my truth and forge a life that would burn brighter than any star. You might like
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." His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. His Unwanted True Mate Is The Secret Pack Heir
Dashing Wave Rider I was lying in the cold delivery room, enduring the agonizing contractions of giving birth to twins.
When I desperately called my fated mate, Alpha Dixon, to tell him the babies were coming, his voice was like ice.
"Let my assistant handle it. Don't call me again."
He hung up, abandoning me for another woman's laughter in the background.
He left me to give birth completely alone, treating me like a pathetic, disposable Omega.
He had even threatened that if I didn't sign the mate rejection papers, he would take my children away forever.
I thought my life was shattered by the man who was supposed to protect me.
But a routine blood test by the hospital's Healer revealed a shocking truth.
I wasn't an orphaned nobody. I was the long-lost pureblood White Wolf heir of the legendary Beaumont Pack.
Within hours, my true family—a powerful Alpha father, a Luna mother, and three fiercely protective brothers—rushed to my side, wrapping me in the absolute authority and wealth of the world's strongest Pack.
Backed by my new family, I summoned Dixon to the Pack Council to formally complete our rejection.
I watched his arrogant face as the clerk asked if I accepted his rejection.
But just as I opened my mouth to sever our bond forever, Dixon froze.
He was hit by an urgent mind-link, and his cold confidence instantly shattered into pure, unadulterated panic.
"We're not done!" he snarled, fleeing the hall before the ceremony could end.
I stood there, staring at the door. What on earth did that mind-link say? 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. 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. Unwanted By The Alpha Heir, Marked By The Northern King
Evvie Foreman I had been courting the Alpha heir for two years, waiting for the day he would finally propose and make me his Luna.
But instead of a ring, he calmly informed me that he was using my family's massive financial donation to buy a noble title for my cousin, Carson.
"Carson needs this title to be a suitable match for my future mate," he said, expecting me to gratefully accept being relegated to the shadows as a secondary mate.
When I returned home, my own father and grandmother didn't defend me.
They praised Carson and demanded I accept the humiliation, claiming my mother's vast merchant wealth belonged entirely to their Pack.
When my mother and I refused to yield, my father threatened to sever their mate bond and exile my brother and me as hunted, Packless Rogues.
For eighteen years, my family's consortium had funded their lavish lifestyle, yet they treated us like nothing more than a vault to be plundered.
The man I loved and the family I trusted were willing to destroy my life and my mother's dignity just to feed their own greed and arrogant pride.
I didn't shed a single tear.
I immediately initiated the liquidation protocol, recalling every asset we had ever loaned them and stripping their grand manor bare to the walls.
Then, I packed a priceless mythril sword and sent a letter to the one man who could help me crush them all: the ruthless Wolf of the North. 
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