Xiao Yan
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My Fated Alpha Signed My Death Warrant
Werewolf I was an ordinary human who got trapped inside a novel as the Luna of a ruthless Alpha.
But for seven years, he never marked me, always prioritizing his adopted sister over my life—a woman who had hated me from the day I first stepped into their world.
After a car crash orchestrated by that very sister, I lay bleeding on a hospital bed.
My husband rushed in, not to comfort me, but to scold me.
"Do not be so theatrical over a few scratches. You are terrifying Selene."
In his rush to comfort his completely unharmed sister, he snatched my medical consent form and blindly signed it without reading a single word.
He unknowingly authorized a lethal transfusion of Lycan-grade blood for my fragile human veins.
As the dark blood tore my organs apart like liquid fire, the healers frantically called him to save my life.
But he used his Alpha authority to block the hospital's emergency frequency, too busy renting an entire amusement park to celebrate his sister's safe return.
I lay there choking on my own blood, listening to my heart monitor flatline.
Why did I spend seven years loving a man who would casually sign my death warrant just to play the hero for a traitor?
But he didn't know I had made a deal with a cross-dimensional entity—seven years in his world, one death by his hand, in exchange for my passage home.
As my soul left that broken body and I woke up perfectly healthy in my original world, my final gift activated—a dead-man's switch, loaded with every dirty secret they thought they had buried.
Now, I was free. And he was about to learn that the fragile human wife he threw away had just detonated a bomb under everything he ever owned. Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter
Romance As I lay hemorrhaging and dying on the delivery bed, my billionaire husband's assistant coldly denied my request for an epidural: "Sir insists that all marital expenses must be strictly 50-50. The epidural is an unapproved expense." Desperate, I dialed my husband's number to beg for my life, but he only threw back a freezing "stick to the contract" before heartlessly hanging up on me.
I later found out he wasn't born heartless. While I was handing out flyers in the freezing snow just to afford my half of the prenatal checkups, he drove across the city in a blizzard to buy imported cherries for his late best friend's widow. While I passed out from the agonizing pain, he hired a 60-person elite medical team just to ensure that woman had the most luxurious, pain-free delivery.
He treated her illegitimate daughter like a princess, yet emboldened them to shatter my wedding photos and forced me to publicly apologize to them. He was arrogantly certain I was just a pathetic parasite who would starve to death without him.
So, when I threw the divorce papers at him-asking for zero cents, only the custody of our child. He sneered and signed it instantly, mocking me for playing hard to get by demanding custody of a "stillborn."
He didn't know I had already discovered his top-secret medical report: he suffered from irreversible azoospermia. That precious "illegitimate daughter" he treated like royalty was nothing but a random bastard! And the "dead baby" he had just signed away with absolute disgust? She was alive and well-and she was the only and final biological bloodline he would ever have in this lifetime!
The moment I got his signature, I smiled. Turning around, I stepped into a waiting armored black car and dialed the encrypted number that would shake the global tech industry to its core: "Tell the board. The true founder of Apex Robotics is coming back." The Broken Artist's Spectacular Mafia Comeback
Mafia I forged the blueprints that crowned my husband a mafia Capo, saving him when he was nothing.
But after he rose to power, he favored his new female associate, Gia, and handed her my life's work—my coded art book.
When I went to retrieve it, Gia slashed my right hand with a switchblade, severing my tendons. My career as an artist died on that floor.
My husband rushed into the room, looked at my destroyed hand—and stepped past me to shield her.
"Have you lost your mind? She was just following my orders!"
He saw what she had done. He chose to look away.
He protected the woman who mutilated me, blaming me for starting the fight.
I stared at the man I had spent four years building from pieces.
He was protecting another woman, willfully blind to the fact that I was the true architect of his empire.
Why did I sacrifice everything for a man whose memory and conscience were so easily corrupted?
Without a word, I walked past them, letting my blood drip onto his expensive leather shoes.
I calmly called the syndicate Enforcers to report a theft, filed for divorce, and froze all his assets.
He thought my life was over. He forgot that the woman who built his empire with her right hand could tear it down with her left. His Betrayal Forged My Ruthless Soul
Mafia Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift-a way to protect me from a worse fate.
Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes."
My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life.
They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous.
They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word.
It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash.
That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept." Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now
Werewolf The pack was howling in celebration outside, roaring for their new, undisputed Alpha. My husband, Ryker. But inside my study, there was only the quiet scratch of my pen signing my true name.
For thirteen years, I had endured a hollow, loveless mating. On the day we met, he publicly humiliated me, claiming my fated scent was just "mud and weeds." Since then, he treated me with nothing but cold disdain, openly flaunting his flirtations with another she-wolf while I desperately tried to be his perfect Luna.
I shattered my own soul to build his empire. I spent my nights securing his political alliances and finding his enemies' weaknesses in secret, all to fulfill a deathbed promise to his mother. Yet, he took all the credit, viewing me as a weak, useless accessory. Even his pack warriors looked at me with contempt.
Tonight, his power was finally secure, and my debt was paid. But when I laid the ancient Rite of Rejection on the council table, he just smirked. He arrogantly assumed it was a hysterical, jealous tantrum over his mistress, completely blind to the fact that my heart had died to him years ago.
"This isn't a threat, Ryker. This is a notice."
Using the very treaties I had secretly forged to trap him, I forced the mighty Alpha to accept my rejection, walking away from his wealth and his pack with nothing but the clothes on my back and my long-lost freedom. Hiding His Twins From The Underboss
Mafia I saved a man bleeding out in the snow. He had no memory, so I called him Ben.
We lived in a cabin, fell in love, and married by firelight with no witnesses but the ghosts of my parents.
Then one day, he disappeared.
Two years later, he returned. Not as my husband, but as Bernard Logan, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family.
And he didn't remember me.
He brought his cruel new fiancée to my clinic and treated me like a stranger.
When she threw my father’s antique music box into a cactus display, he watched as I tore my hands apart trying to save it.
He called our past a "drug-induced hallucination" and threatened to destroy me if I spoke up.
Worst of all, I found out I was pregnant.
He cornered me in the hospital room, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth I used to know.
"Is it mine?"
I knew if I said yes, he would turn my child into a killer like him. Or his fiancée would ensure we never survived.
So I looked the love of my life in the eye and lied.
"No," I said. "It's not yours."
I signed his NDA, took his hush money, and vanished to Europe to raise my twins alone.
I thought I was free. I found a good man who actually loved me.
But three years later, at an art gallery in Zurich, the crowd parted.
Bernard was standing there, staring at me with a terrifying hunger.
He had found out the truth.
And he was ready to burn the world down to get us back. Too Late For Regret, My Love
Modern My fiancé Brett and I were building a design empire. When he broke his leg, he hired a temporary housekeeper, Glenda, while I was away on business. I thought she was there to help; I didn't realize she was there to replace me.
She systematically took over my home, turning Brett against me piece by piece. The final straw was finding my cat, Apollo, locked in a cage, bruised and starving.
When I confronted them, Brett defended her. He called me a monster and told me to get rid of my cat for the sake of the baby I was secretly carrying.
The shock of his betrayal was so profound that I miscarried that night.
He never knew. He just screamed that I was a cold, calculating bitch and that Glenda was a "good woman" who truly loved him.
So I left. I took my cat, liquidated my half of our company, and disappeared. Three years later, I walked into an industry gala and saw him across the room-a broken man. He looked at me with desperate regret, but I just smiled. My revenge wouldn't be loud; it would be my success. The Unshakeable Queen Returns
Horror I came home from a business trip, and my husband told me our six-year-old son was dead. He showed me the dashcam footage of Leo dying of heatstroke, left alone in the car by his young nanny, Kendall.
But instead of seeking justice, my husband locked me in the car and turned the heat on full blast, recreating our son's final moments. He demanded the password to my phone to delete the footage, snarling that we couldn't ruin a twenty-year-old's future over a "mistake."
To force my hand, he had thugs break into my elderly father's nursing home room, threatening him on a live video call.
Later, at our son's memorial, he defended Kendall as she took selfies with the casket and played pop music. He helped her show a manipulated video to the crowd, painting me as a negligent, career-obsessed mother.
The mourners threw drinks at me while my husband protected his lover. The next day, I learned the truth. My father, after being blackmailed by those same thugs, had taken his own life to protect me.
My husband hadn't just covered up a murder; he had caused another. He thought he had won, that he had destroyed all the evidence and broken me completely.
But he forgot one thing. The GPS smartwatch on our son's wrist. It recorded everything—not just his death, but every cruel, taunting word Kendall whispered as she let him die. Rejected No More: My True Lover
Romance The cold, damp air clung to me as I stood on the porch of the Hayes family home. It was late, the kind of late where the world feels heavy and silent. I swallowed hard and asked Mrs. Hayes, "Is it true? That Liam... that he's been in love with me? His whole life?" Her brilliant smile was the answer, confirming a devotion I hadn't recognized.
For years, I had held a secret, hopeless love for my adoptive brother, Ethan Miller, who had practically raised me. Sketchbooks filled with his face were my hidden treasure-until he found them. His face wasn' t just shocked; it was filled with pure disgust. "This is sick, Chloe," he spat, throwing the sketchbook at my feet.
From that day, my life became a living hell. His new girlfriend, Madison Lee, my college roommate, systematically framed me for everything. Ethan, my Ethan, believed her every time, his cold, disappointed eyes killing a piece of me with every glance. The final blow came when he announced their wedding, then threw me out of the house.
The Chloe who loved Ethan Miller died that night. Tonight, a new Chloe was born, one who would sever every tie and burn every bridge. I doused my sketchbooks in lighter fluid and watched them burn, his smile turning to ash. I texted Liam Hayes one word: Yes. He immediately replied, I'm on the first flight back. Don't go anywhere. I'm coming home.
Ethan stood, his eyes wild with confusion, as he stared at the burning remains of my past. "Why?" he demanded, as I quoted him, "Because they're disgusting. You said so yourself." I announced my engagement to Liam, on the exact same date as his wedding. My parents nodded, relieved, but Mrs. Miller's smile faltered. "But... Chloe, that's Ethan and Madison's wedding day." "I know," I replied. "It's a good day to start a new life." Fight For Her Vision
Modern The scent of wet concrete used to be the perfume of my dreams, the promise of my architectural masterpiece taking shape.
Until I stood on the muddy ground of my construction site and saw it: a clumsy, awkward box, nothing like the light-filled space I' d designed.
My ex-boyfriend, Mark Davis, had offered to handle the plan submissions as a "parting gift."
It turns out, his gift was a betrayal.
He' d swapped my intricate blueprints for cheap, generic plans bought online.
My dream home was being built into a monstrosity, a monument to his fraud.
When I confronted him, Mark' s voice dripped with condescension.
He' d made "practical tweaks" to make it "more sellable," he claimed.
Then he blocked me, leaving me with a sabotaged project, mounting fees, and a crumbling reputation.
My attempts to find justice through official channels were met with bureaucratic indifference.
They saw a "messy breakup," a "disgruntled ex-girlfriend," not a professional crime.
They even suggested I compromise, perhaps "compensate" the man destroying my career.
But I wouldn' t compromise.
I would fight.
My last, desperate hope lay with Arthur Vance, my formidable former mentor, who had given me a sculpture years ago as a mark of his personal favor.
I knew it was my only leverage.
I had to get to him, no matter the cost.
My next move would be a gamble, a desperate attempt to reclaim my truth. Her Hidden Power, Their Downfall
Xuanhuan Elara Vance believed her world was solid: a devoted Lumin wife to Damien, and a proud mother to Kaelen, her son whose powerful Tier 7 Aura brought her immense joy.
But that foundation crumbled when, in a horrifying display of ambition, Damien and Kaelen, with chilling indifference, betrayed her, brutally extracting her Lumin Core and leaving her for dead.
She gasped awake, not in the afterlife, but back in opulent Lumin society, at the very Concord Gala where, in her past life, Damien had chosen her as his bride.
This time, however, utter public humiliation awaited as Damien heartlessly announced his choice of her cousin, Selena Vance-a supposed rising Lumina Scion-and dismissed Elara as nothing but "Tier 1 weakness."
The degradation deepened when community patriarch Alistair Thorne, driven by family "pacts," condemned Elara to a forced marriage with Rhys Ashworth, a man suffering from a fatal Aura Drain, a cruel ploy by Damien to ensure her quiet, swift end.
The raw, burning questions of her agonizing death tangled with the fresh pain of public scorn: Why did they crave her demise so deeply, despising her very being as an insurmountable obstacle?
Yet, armed with the vivid nightmares of betrayal and the shocking truth she now held-that Selena' s dazzling Tier 6 Aura was a dangerous lie, fueled by illicit serums-Elara stood firm.
Her seemingly helpless acceptance of the doomed marriage concealed a quiet storm: she carried the forgotten ancestral secrets of her Vance lineage, ancient healing arts like "Aura Weaving."
This forced union, intended as her grave, was now her unlikely battleground, her chance to not only survive but to uncover the insidious rot beneath their community's shining facade and unleash a power they never dreamed she possessed. The Secret Heiress: His Billion-Dollar Mistake
Billionaires My life was perfect.
I was an event coordinator, planning my Maui honeymoon with Ethan, my fiancé of five years.
What he didn't know was I was quietly living like this on purpose, proving myself before revealing I was the heiress to a massive hospitality empire.
Then, my world imploded.
My job termination letter landed on the same day Ethan confessed his boss, Victoria, was pregnant with his baby.
And he admitted he'd orchestrated my firing, claiming it was a "strategic move" for his career and "our" future.
He then kicked me out of our apartment after Victoria, his baby mama, vomited on my shoes right in front of him.
I tried to escape to Maui, our supposed honeymoon destination, only to find them there.
Ethan, unashamed, humiliated me on the beach, accusing me of stalking him.
But it got worse.
Victoria and he decided to make a public spectacle, branding me as an unstable harasser at a company mixer.
Standing there, about to be shamed into silence, I wondered how five years of my life, built on a lie for his sake, could end in such utter public degradation and betrayal.
Was I truly going to lose everything for a man who couldn't see past his ambition and an underhanded boss?
Just as I thought I'd hit rock bottom, the doors swung open.
My billionaire father, Mr. Miller, walked in with Liam, my childhood friend.
And that' s when everything changed. His Arrogance, Her Quiet Revenge
Romance My husband, Ethan Hayes, was a powerful, arrogant man, openly flaunting his mistress, Chloe Vance.
Everyone pitied me, the quiet, obedient wife, living in his shadow.
But they had no idea.
Every humiliation, every cruel dismissal, every moment of neglect was a calculated step in my secret, desperate plan.
I married Ethan for one reason: to have a child.
Not his child, but Caleb's.
Caleb, his identical twin, the man I loved more than life itself, tragically taken too soon.
Ethan was merely a vessel, a living replica of my soulmate.
When that pregnancy test turned positive, my mission was complete.
I filed for divorce, expecting his usual dismissiveness.
He waved me off, telling me to "handle it," too consumed with Chloe's trivial demands.
He even pushed me down the stairs when Chloe falsely accused me, leaving me bleeding, gasping for our baby.
But the final straw came when Chloe, with Ethan' s blessing, shattered a small, invaluable snow globe-Caleb's last, unfulfilled gift to me.
He thought my tears, my quiet "devotion," my carefully curated items were for him.
He never saw the truth, never understood his own arrogance blinded him to the woman he truly possessed.
How could he?
His ego was too vast.
So, when the divorce was finalized, I called him.
"I never loved you, Ethan," I told him, each word a shard of ice.
"You were just a means to an end.
The child I carry is Caleb's legacy, not yours."
I walked away, leaving him and his empty world behind, to start anew in San Francisco, with Caleb's child, and finally, my own freedom. Stolen Identity, Stolen Fortune
Young Adult My life was perfectly on track. I was Ashley, the daughter of Katherine, heir to the "Katherine's Kitchen" bakery empire, and I was about to ace my SATs and get into my dream Ivy League school. Everything was normal.
Until Spirit Week. A viral video exploded through the school, showing my foster sister, Brittany, tear-streaked, claiming our mother had stolen her.
That I was the imposter, the switched baby, and the entire family fortune was rightfully hers. Her biological mother, Brenda, was right there, nodding grimly.
Suddenly, I was public enemy number one. Whispers followed me, my locker was vandalized, and the bullying became relentless.
My college art project, weeks of work, was smashed. Brittany even faked bruises and got me suspended, shattering my academic future. Then a "leaked" DNA test, clearly fake, confirmed their lies, making even me question everything.
How could my life be stolen by a baseless lie? Why did my own foster sister resent me so deeply, and why would her mother unleash such a venomous campaign? The injustice burned, leaving me reeling, wondering who I even was anymore.
But my mother fought back, proving the first DNA test was fake.
Yet, Brittany's malice didn't die – she tried to drug me. And Brenda, consumed by delusion, escalated to setting fire to my house! I wouldn't run. The battle for my life, my name, and my future had only just begun. And I was going to win. Reborn on the Morning of My Murder
Billionaires Ethan Vanderbilt, heir to a colossal fortune, was set to make the biggest announcement of his life: his engagement at the annual Vanderbilt Legacy Ball. But waking that morning, a tidal wave of *past life* memories crashed over him: his ruthless wife, Chloe Ashton's, affair with Marcus Thorne, her blatant pursuit of his fortune, the chilling truth that her child wasn't his, and the cold steel of the knife she plunged into him.
He remembered the quiet, unwavering love of Olivia Hayes, his guardian, a devotion he callously ignored, leading to her heartbroken death not long after his own murder. The raw fury of betrayal, the agony of his death, and the profound guilt for Olivia's unrequited devotion consumed him. How could he have been so incredibly blind to the viper beside him and the angel who truly cared?
Now, back on the very morning of his original fate, Ethan knew one thing with absolute certainty: this time, he would rewrite his past, dismantle his enemies, and choose the woman who deserved his love—Olivia. The Wife They Underestimated
Modern I used to be Sarah Jensen, a driven investigative journalist, before David’s political ambition consumed my life.
I became the perfect political wife, hosting lavish events and silently managing our home.
My own dreams dwindled, replaced by his towering aspirations.
The façade finally shattered during a bitter confrontation about his blatant affair with Victoria, my own cousin and his Chief of Staff.
In a terrifying moment, my son, Ethan, loyal to his father, physically pushed me.
I hit the cold marble floor, a searing pain blooming in my side.
David, Victoria, and Ethan simply stepped over me, their faces utterly devoid of concern, as they left for a celebratory dinner.
Hours later, at the hospital, I learned the horrifying truth: I’d lost the baby I never knew I was carrying.
This savage act, this callous abandonment by my husband, my son, and my family, left me in a state of icy clarity.
They chose their image and ambition over my life, over our child.
My own parents later dismissed my pain, ready to side with David, even threatening to institutionalize me.
How could the people I sacrificed everything for betray me so absolutely?
But in that raw, profound despair, something forged within me.
Not a collapse, but an unbreakable resolve.
They believed I was fractured, powerless.
They were gravely mistaken.
I harbored years of meticulous records on David’s illicit dealings, a hidden dossier.
He’d taught me the game; now, as a journalist reborn, I would play for keeps, exposing every lie and reclaiming my life. You might like
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." 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." 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. Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. 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. Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega
Youran Qianwu For three years, I played the perfect Luna to Cristian, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, sacrificing my own life to maintain our political marriage.
That was until a fragile Omega named Angelena appeared, and he threw me away like garbage.
He gave her his private lounge, bought her lavish gifts, and looked at her with a tenderness I had never received.
At the city's biggest gala, he publicly humiliated me in front of all the elites.
"Take off your gown. Give it to Angelena."
He demanded I strip in public just because his mistress liked my dress. When he got a tiny papercut during a patrol, he let her fake a hysterical breakdown, completely dismissing my frantic rush to save him.
Later that night, he violently forced himself on me in a jealous rage, leaving my neck covered in dark claiming bruises.
But the moment Angelena called, crying over a minor accident, he abandoned me at the trauma scene to comfort her.
To make matters worse, my own father texted to disown me because my ruined marriage had just cost him a lucrative business contract.
I was his destined mate, yet I was treated worse than a stray dog. I gave up my dignity for a pack and a family that only saw me as a disposable tool.
Staring at the furious texts on my phone, I didn't cry or beg. I just laughed.
I turned down a rival Alpha's offer of sanctuary, got into my car, and drove straight into the night. It was time to burn this cage to the ground. 
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