My Mate Dress Me As A Donkey To Please His Lover

Rebond With My Childhood Friend

I'm Nina, a she-wolf who gave everything to my mate Ethan, only to face betrayal with Clara. Heartbroken, I broke our bond, reclaimed my life, and returned to my Nash pack. As I navigated grief and power, Julian, my childhood friend, stepped in-offering protection and a new bond. Through pain and healing, I found love again, proving my strength and embracing a brighter future.

The Reborn She-wolf

Daphne Sinclair, the "prized she-wolf" of House Sinclair, is bound to Theodore Ashford, heir of the Ashford pack, in a bitter, hate-filled union. After being tortured and killed by mountain rogues-abandoned by Theodore, her parents, and even her adoptive sister Cordelia-she's granted 10 days back to sever her earthly ties. Reborn, she finds Theodore celebrating her "death" with Cordelia, the woman he truly loves. Mocked as a liar and attention-seeker, Daphne is forced to confront the cruelty of those she once begged for love: a mate who sent her a coffin, parents who dismissed her suffering, and a sister who stole her life. As she races to break free from her obsessions, Daphne uncovers dark truths-her kidnapping, Cordelia's deceit, and the hollow lies of her past. With each shattered bond, she inches toward peace. but Theodore, finally awakening to his loss, refuses to let her go. Can she escape the chains of a love that destroyed her, or will death's second chance trap her forever?

Leaving The Heartbroken Mate Who Cheated At The Wedding Ceremony

I'm Evan Rivers, a werewolf planning my binding ceremony with Isla Dewitt, my childhood love, in a world of sacred bonds. But when I uncover her betrayal with Nathaniel Wade, my heart shatters. Determined to make her face the truth, I orchestrate a shocking twist, replacing myself with Nathaniel at the ceremony. As Isla scrambles with guilt, desperately searching for me, I start anew with Aurora in Favalon. Though I move on, Isla, haunted by her mistakes, rebuilds her empire while watching me from afar, forever marked by our broken bond.

The She-wolf General

My mother forces me to replace my cousin Amy in the alpha's consort selection. In my first life, I was cast aside, but now, I vow to reclaim what's mine. I outwit my family, seizing back my father's legacy and standing up to their cruelty. As I navigate the palace and werewolf politics, I embrace my Smith blood, becoming a warrior. I expose Amy's schemes, face down the Fourth Prince's treachery, and rise as the first female Wolf General. In the end, I confront my mother and Amy's downfall, forging my own path under the moon, no longer a pawn but a force to be reckoned with.

To revenge for my mate, I became the luna's mistress

Six years ago, my mate was ruthlessly slaughtered by Alpha George and his Luna, Jessica, over a simple, accidental bump in a crowded hall. To them, it was enough to rip my mate from this world without mercy. I was left with nothing but the searing pain of loss, and I swore to make them pay. To do so, I needed to get close to the one who could lead me to them-Jessica. I became her mistress, using every touch, every kiss as a calculated step toward revenge. She sought my affection, and I gave it, knowing it would lead to her downfall. She grew dependent on me, sacrificing everything-her status, wealth, and even loyalty to Alpha George. Then came the day I'd been waiting for. I watched as she destroyed George, dismantling his power with her own hands, thinking it was out of love. But it was never for love-it was all part of my plan. It was about revenge.

Serving bonds after bullied by my family and mate

I'm Savannah. After winning the silver medal at the Werewolf Dance championship, I felt a mix of pride and relief. My instructor thought I could've won gold if not for my past pregnancy, but I was still happy with my achievement. Stepping off the flight, I was greeted by Mark, whose bouquet carried a fresh, lovely scent. I owed him big for exposing Quinn's cheating. When Harrison showed up at the airport, I ignored him completely. He'd lost the right to be in my life after all he'd done. At my apartment, Quinn and my parents tried to cause trouble, but I showed them the document cutting our ties. Mark stood up for me, calling the enforcers. Later, when they tried to smear me online, Mark came to my rescue again with old photos and videos. In the end, the Whitmores became outcasts. And on my bonding day with Mark, I saw Harrison lurking in the shadows, broken. I'd finally found someone who truly cared about me, my real protector under the full moon.

Unmasking My Shunned Wife: She Hid A Thousand Identities

Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.

The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce." For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom. However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her. Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good. But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

A Favor To My Boss

Emma had agreed to pretend to be her boss's girlfriend at an event where his ex-wife planned to show up with the guy she had cheated with. "We'll see how this turns out."

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.