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The Human Defect Is The White Wolf Queen
Werewolf Five years ago, I was kicked out of my pack for being a "defect"—a wolf who couldn't shift.
Today, I returned to the Alpha Summit, not as a dignitary, but as a cleaner scrubbing the floors.
"Look at the stray dog," my ex-fiance Liam sneered, tossing a wad of cash at my feet.
His new partner, Seraphina, laughed cruelly.
"Take it and buy your bastard child some food. Then get out of my sight."
I tried to ignore them, but my three-year-old son ran out to defend me.
When Seraphina tried to strike him, a shockwave of pure, dark Alpha energy blasted her back.
"He's a monster! Arrest them!" she shrieked.
Security guards swarmed us, their stun batons drawn on a toddler.
I shielded my son, bracing for the pain, knowing a "human" like me had no rights here.
Suddenly, the heavy ballroom doors disintegrated into dust.
A silence heavier than gravity crushed the room.
Damien, the Alpha King, stepped through the debris. His violet eyes didn't look at the trembling Alphas.
They locked onto me.
He walked past the dignitaries, past my terrified ex, and stopped in front of me.
Then, the most powerful creature on earth fell to his knees.
He gently touched my face, his voice shaking with reverence.
"I finally found you, my Queen."
He turned to the room, his eyes burning with violet fire.
"Who dared to touch my Luna?" His Sweet Betrayal, Her Cold Vengeance
Romance I thought my boyfriend, Dillon, was my knight in shining armor, the one person who saw me in a family that treated me like an intruder. I was wrong.
He and his best friend, Ethan, drugged me, took explicit photos, and leaked them to the entire university to shatter my reputation and force me out of their lives.
My own mother, more concerned with her social standing, called me a slut and abandoned me. Then, Ethan sent his thugs to corner me in an alley. They humiliated me, assaulted me, and in the struggle, I was stabbed and left for dead.
Lying in a hospital bed, I overheard the truth. Dillon's feigned apology was a lie; he was leaving me for his "true love," Erika. Ethan's only regret was that I hadn't died. "You're alone," he sneered. "No one will protect you anymore."
He was right. I was alone. But when I returned to the house to pack my things, I discovered the last precious thing I owned-my grandmother's jade bangle-had been stolen.
That was the moment something inside me finally broke. Or maybe, it was the moment I was finally pieced back together. They wanted me gone? Fine. But I wouldn't just disappear. I would make them pay for every single tear. Too Late For His Desperate Proposal
Romance For seventeen years, I loved my best friend, Holden King. I was the quiet girl who always had a bandage for his scraped knees, secretly believing we were meant to be.
But he shattered my world with six words: "She's my sister. That's all." He fell for the cruel and glamorous Fabiola, even taking her to our secret meadow.
Her jealousy was a poison. She faked a pregnancy to trap him, then hired a man to attack me in an alley. The trauma ruptured an aneurysm in my brain, and I went blind.
Through it all, Holden defended her. He refused to believe she was capable of such evil, choosing the monster he'd known for months over the girl he'd known his whole life.
My savior, a kind doctor named Jace, offered me a future, and we planned a fake wedding to give my terrified parents hope.
But as I stood blind at the altar, Holden crashed the ceremony. He fell to his knees, a diamond ring in his hand.
"I love you, Chloe," he cried. "Marry me." Burning Down the House of My Four Fake Lovers
Billionaires I am Elena Barron, the sole heiress to a global empire. My father raised four orphans to be my protectors and potential husbands, but my heart belonged to only one: Damien Paul.
But he didn't love me. He loved Luna, an intern he had me sponsor. He promised her that marrying me was just a business deal to secure my inheritance.
To make me more dependent, he orchestrated an accident where a massive chandelier nearly crushed me. My protector was too busy comforting Luna to even notice I was in danger.
The other three men I called brothers sided with them, calling me a vicious, jealous bitch.
After that brush with death, the love I had for them was gone. I finally gave up.
So at the gala where they planned to humiliate me one last time, broadcasting a secret video of me pining for Damien, I didn't cry.
I smiled.
Because they don't know I have my own surveillance footage, and I'm about to expose every last one of their sordid secrets. A Wife, A Placeholder, A Lie
Modern The frantic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound as my son, Leo, struggled for every breath. Anaphylactic shock, the doctors said. A severe, unexpected allergic reaction. My world reeled as the nurse cried, "We need O-negative blood, now! The blood bank is running low." Just as despair threatened to swallow me, my friend Chloe stepped forward. "I'm O-negative. Take my blood. Take as much as you need."
Relief washed over me, a gratitude so immense it felt like pain. Hours later, with Leo sleeping peacefully thanks to Chloe' s heroic act, Liam, my husband, praised her as a "selfless hero." But then, I overheard Chloe's voice, cold and sharp, "I had to prick the little brat with that bee stinger. And I had to make sure he ate the crushed nuts. It was a mess, Liam." My hand froze on the faucet.
Liam' s voice, low and intimate, soothed her. "Now everyone sees you as a hero. The perfect, caring woman. We just need to wait a little longer." Chloe whined, "I'm tired of watching her play mother to my son. I want my life back. I want our life back." My son. The words slammed into me, shattering my reality.
He said it again: "Our son." My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, a cage adorned to look like a home. Every loving glance, every tender touch, every shared laugh – a performance. I wasn't a wife; I was a placeholder. I wasn't a mother; I was a nanny. My sweet Leo, a prop in their cruel play. Liam was building a family, a life, not with me, but with her. I was just the convenient, naive stepping stone.
My blood ran cold. I wasn't just heartbroken; I was a pawn in an elaborate, sinister game. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and pressed record. I needed proof. I needed a record of this monstrosity. The Girl He Couldn't Save
Romance I was Maddy, once a folk singer with a heart full of songs, now just Ryan Scott' s trophy, living in a gilded cage to pay my mother's medical bills.
Then Ethan Lester, the boy who promised me forever before vanishing, reappeared at Ryan' s party, his eyes cold, judgmental, and engaged to the daughter of a music dynasty.
Just as I reeled from that shock, my phone rang, a chilling call from Sledge demanding five thousand dollars by nightfall or my mother would pay.
Ryan, my supposed protector, ignored my desperate pleas, leaving me to face a brutal attack on my mother and myself, all while Ethan' s fiancé, Gabrielle, held the ultimate power over my father' s wrongful imprisonment.
With Ryan proving useless and Ethan trapped by his family, Gabrielle offered me a sinister deal: my father' s freedom in exchange for my death.
So I made a choice, sacrificing myself in a fiery crash with Ryan, finally free, or so I thought.
Now, haunted by my past and consumed by vengeance, Ethan built a new ghost of me, a rising star who looks just like me, tormenting his wife and becoming the very monster he once fought. Music Row Betrayal
Modern My deadbeat cousin Andrew, always one gig away from stardom and a thousand dollars away from a loan shark' s wrath, begged me to save his skin. He needed a meeting with Mr. Hughes, a ghost in the Nashville music scene. Against my better judgment, leveraging years of hard-won respect, I pulled strings and secured him a miracle: a 10-minute slot with the industry giant.
Moments before this life-changing meeting, Andrew' s mother, my aunt Maria, stormed into my apartment. She snatched a stack of my jobless cousin' s demo CDs he'd given me "for free" and shrieked they were collector' s items, each worth a thousand dollars-demanding $10,000 from me. My parents, true to form, urged me to just "keep the peace."
Then, Andrew himself called. He didn't deny anything. Instead, he smugly claimed he' d given me the CDs out of pity and that he and Mr. Hughes were "tight," betraying every ounce of trust. Before I could even breathe, Maria lunged, smashing my phone and shoving me down the concrete stairs, leaving me bruised and humiliated, while my parents stood by, silent.
Why did they always put their spineless desire for "peace" above my dignity, my safety, my career? Why did I always have to be the one to pay, to suffer for their toxic family? Lying on the cold floor, seeing the shattered screen of my phone with three missed calls from Mr. Hughes's assistant, something inside me finally snapped. I slowly stood up. I wasn't just pulling out of the deal. I was about to unleash a reckoning. The Man She Called "Boring"
Romance On the eve of my wedding, I was in the new house I' d bought for Jennifer, practicing my vows, believing my devotion would finally earn her love.
My phone buzzed. It was a Finsta notification, her secret Instagram.
Curiosity twisted my gut as I opened it.
There, a picture of her hand, my three-carat diamond sparkling, intertwined with her ex-boyfriend Tyrone' s tattooed hand on a rumpled motel bed.
The caption read: "One last taste of freedom before I'm locked down. #WildHeart."
My blood ran cold.
I called, but her voice was sharp, annoyed; then I heard his low laugh.
Scrolling deeper, I found more: "He's so sweet and reliable, but so... boring. Sometimes I miss the passion."
And the one that killed me: "My heart belongs to the music, but my life belongs to the money. It is what it is. The wedding is on. At least I'll be rich."
Five years of love reduced to a transaction. I was just a walking ATM, a "boring safety net." Humiliation burned through me.
But as my best man called to confirm the limo, a new feeling pushed through the pain: resolve.
The wedding would happen.
But Jennifer Chavez would not be the bride.
I scrolled through my contacts. Molly Fuller. My college friend.
"How would you like to get married tomorrow?" I asked.
It was a contract. A shocking twist that would redefine everything. Her Calculated Comeback
Romance My mother stood before us, perfectly poised, offering a choice: a prestigious private school in California with a tech billionaire' s son, or an Ivy League education on the East Coast.
I chose California, naive enough to believe she wanted me there, only to fall deeply in love with Ethan, the quiet, brilliant son of the family.
But then, the betrayal started: a slurred confession from Ethan, a photoshopped image of him with my sister Ashley, and then, my mother' s enraged slap when I tried to follow Ethan to MIT.
They forbade me from going, twisting truths until my world shattered, leading to a hit-and-run that left me dying on cold asphalt, my mother and sister' s celebratory whispers ringing in my ears.
As my spirit faded, I watched Ethan, heartbroken, take his own life, and then, pure, unadulterated rage consumed me, fueling one last act of vengeance against Ashley.
And then, I woke up, back in that smoke-filled living room, with my mother giving the exact same fake choice and my sister already buzzing with greed.
This time, I wouldn' t fall for their lies.
This time, they would pay. The Unseen Love: A Mother's Secret
LGBT+ For my entire life, I lived in my brother Jack's shadow.
He was the charming, reckless musician; I was Emily, the quiet, responsible daughter, always overlooked.
As my mother, Susan Carter, lay dictating her will, I braced myself.
The old lawyer read it aloud: "To my son, Jack, the house and all my savings."
A predictable inheritance for the favored son.
But for me: "To my daughter, Emily, I leave my collection of old family recipe books, and the contents of the cedar chest in the attic."
Recipe books. An old chest. Worthless junk. It was the ultimate dismissal.
While Jack got new bikes, I patched my holed shoes.
While Mom funded his music dreams, I worked two jobs for my teaching degree.
My A' s uncelebrated; his D-grade parties.
Even in death, I was utterly alone, replaced by his triumphant smirk.
How could she? After everything I'd done for her – doctor appointments, meals.
This wasn't just neglect; this was personal.
A deliberate statement: "You are not valued. You are not loved. Not like he is."
My heart pounded with agonizing injustice.
Could there be anything more? Anything at all?
Mark, my husband, eyed my "worthless" inheritance.
"What if your mom didn' t know?" he suggested.
"Or what if… she left them for a reason, Emily? You love history. You' re the teacher."
The bitterness remained, but a defiant spark ignited.
What if this seemingly worthless inheritance held a secret, a different kind of legacy? You might like
THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA
Jhasmheen Oneal Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again.
Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it?
That's a war of its own.
Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.
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. I Paid the Alpha King for One Night
Rabbit For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous.
Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate.
I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry.
The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother.
He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement.
Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse. My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her
infanta123 My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son.
Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend.
Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack.
The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't.
Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm.
She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more.
A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna.
He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable.
Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences? My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife
Rabbit "Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment.
As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire.
The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die.
She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate?
Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."
From Rejected Omega to the Supreme White Wolf
Fritz Heaney I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion.
Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed.
"Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies."
I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor.
Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel.
Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out.
I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years.
He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back.
Or so he thought.
In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling.
I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison.
"You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back."
I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use.
"I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge."
I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared. 
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