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Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King
For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess. Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world. Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna. Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee. Immediately after, my mother called to gloat. "Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?" She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue. I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die. But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom. I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent. If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one.Afternoon, Civil Affairs Bureau.
A stunning woman in a high-slit red dress walked in. Her makeup was minimal, and her hair was styled in a low bun, leaving her elegant neck exposed. As she walked, her ankle flashed occasionally, teasingly.
Hazel Queen's sultry allure caught Damon Price by surprise. This was a far cry from the plain, simple Hazel he remembered.
Hazel didn't even glance at him as she walked straight to the counter.
The staff member looked around nervously. "Are you two sure about this? Once you sign, and the stamp is on, it's over."
Hazel flashed a smile. "Do you really want to hold on to something you don't even want? It's trash."
Damon's eyes, cold as ice, fixed on her. As if he could burn a hole right through her.
She just called him trash?
But Hazel paid him no mind. Her hand signed the papers without a second thought, her signature flowing, neat, and beautiful. To Damon, it felt like a thorn in his chest, sinking deep.
He hadn't expected her to agree so easily. Ha! Guess she really did marry him for the money after all.
The staff member shot Damon a pointed look.
With the certificate in hand, their three-year marriage was officially over.
What Hazel didn't expect was that Damon had brought Delilah Hasani-his mistress, who had been the one to throw Hazel out of the Price mansion just yesterday.
But here, Delilah looked every bit the fragile, innocent woman. When she saw Hazel, her eyes widened with fear, as if the woman who had kicked her out the day before was someone else entirely.
"Hazel, I'm so sorry. If it wasn't for me, Damon wouldn't have pushed for the divorce. I'm really sorry..."
She put on a teary-eyed performance, crying as though she were the victim.
Hazel rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. "Cut it out. Mr. Price is really generous. He gave me a seaside villa, five shops on X Road, and ten million in cash. If I didn't sign, it would just make me look petty."
"Hazel, I know you said that to reassure me. Please forgive me. I'll do anything for you!" Delilah pleaded, her voice sweet, but her eyes full of bitterness, knowing Hazel had walked away with a huge payout.
Hazel smirked. "Alright, then go die."
"What? Hazel..." Delilah gasped, her voice quivering.
"What? Didn't you just say you'd do anything for me? If you really mean it, slap yourself twice. I'm fine with that!" Hazel scoffed, raising her hand as if she might strike Delilah herself.
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Sorry Ex, This Queen Is No Longer Yours
Hazel Queen had loved her husband with all her heart for three years. But the one thing she never saw coming was the cold, shocking truth: he wanted a divorce because his mistress was pregnant. Heartbroken and betrayed, Hazel decides to move on and returns to Queen Corp, where she steps into her tru/0/86480/coverorgin.jpg?v=f075b47bf3c81a6b08ebab75d7ddb693&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Yours, Ex Husband!
She opened her arms to hug him, but he halted her, flinging an envelope at her. Amy stopped and looked at him in shock, perceiving a female fragrance from him. Was he really cheating on her? She picked up the envelope and opened it. "Divorce papers? Anderson? Why? We can sort it out..." she said/1/103575/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a823ea5ed4ef1f7e3f5241bfb2137ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer A Pawn, Now A Queen
For five years, I lived in a gilded cage, believing I was the cherished orphan saved by the wealthy Estrada family. They gave me a home, a career as an architect, and their son, Andres, as my fiancé. They told me my best friend, Dyan, had betrayed me. I believed them. Then one night, I found Andre/0/83098/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a1d6398c5dde7fb3ef6bfeaca225767&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Their ATM
Thanksgiving rush, the usual chaos of life with my daughter, Jessica. For years, I' d been their quiet support, their free childcare, their endless ATM. My late husband' s heroism left me one asset: our fully paid-off home. Then, a towering display of canned goods began to fall, directly on my gr/0/84561/coverorgin.jpg?v=61f42a5677feedaa048fe7ef2fc6b65e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Broken
The glossy magazine cover screamed it: "Chloe Van Der Bilt to Wed Titan of Industry Richard Sterling." My heart, which I' d poured into every stainless-steel surface and Michelin-starred dish of "Ember" -the restaurant I built for her-shattered. For five years, I' d sacrificed everything, clawi/0/82809/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2ac1715e242bed8587af46871182a8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Sponsored
My full scholarship to Princeton had just arrived, a bright promise of four years alongside Chloe and Maya, the girls my family had sponsored since childhood, whom I saw as my own sisters. But their smiles shattered when they announced their "dream" was deferring Princeton to follow a delinquent qu/0/85246/coverorgin.jpg?v=c312c37f00c279d737af4233abaf99d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Muse
The sterile white walls of Liam's penthouse, a gilded cage masquerading as my studio, stifled me. Every painting, every breath, belonged to him. Then, a cold, glowing message appeared in my vision: `[Muse System Activated. Main Task: Sever the parasitic relationship with Liam.]` My secret guide h/0/82066/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f09515387b857cdf756cf8a48fc12d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Their Fool
The music was too loud, the crowd too thick. Then came the screams, the smell of smoke, the fire. My body moved to save Chloe, a reflex from a past life I shouldn't remember, a life where her disgust and obsession with her childhood crush, Ethan, had led to my suicide. But then the cruel memories fl/0/82553/coverorgin.jpg?v=03e668352b29ddb0e0b7e8493748a860&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Doll
I loved Michael so fully, a quiet burning devotion for my youth pastor, believing he was my soulmate. Then he left me for his "true love." In a fit of desperate jealousy, I hired men to just `scare` him, but it went horribly wrong. He suffered a head injury, waking with amnesia, claiming I was th/0/64547/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f430926e30dc0b5afdf5216d4fc2f0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Luna
Book 1 Amethyst prayed for her childhood best friend to be her mate. Everyone stares, they tease, they bully her for being an orphan but Mason was different. He protected her, he defended her. The Alpha's son loved her since they were pups. But you can't be kids forever. Everything turned sour when/0/11586/coverorgin.jpg?v=74a8defb95979b97f4b77e219a4c4548&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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IS THIS JUST FANTASY
Many times one lives in a life filled with just fantasies. Nothing else. This follows the life of an orphan teenage girl who had no family and had to fend for herself at the age of thirteen. Many people may find first love as a beautiful thing but to her first love is also known as the bitter/0/74897/coverorgin.jpg?v=8dccb8b50988d83e949ec50fd8897801&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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This World Is Taboo
Land on Dara? One might as well commit suicide! Untouchable, like the Darans -- that's what they'd call Calhoun if he broke the quarantine. And they'd wipe him out on sight. But Dara needed him, and that was the kind of challenge this Interstellar Med Serviceman would never dodge./0/80749/coverorgin.jpg?v=c69dd476ab71e75120b14b5a3f29c5a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Her Fool
Ethan Vanderbilt, heir to a formidable real estate empire, believed he had it all: a thriving business, a sophisticated life, and Isabella Hawthorne, the woman he saved from a shipwreck years ago at the cost of his own future children. His perfect world shattered during their engagement party when I/0/80923/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6938e55cc4576bb958511e21b17d666&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Her Blood Bag
My name is Ethan, and for seven years, I was a vampire's blood thrall, a living blood bag for Victoria, my supposed mistress. Every day was pure agony, battling the "Pact Strain" – a searing pain that only her blood could ease, blood she rarely offered. I endured her extreme neglect, her casual cr/0/86775/coverorgin.jpg?v=a572874f619e7fd93f71887771c406f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Perfect Husband
For seven years, I was the perfect husband, or rather, the perfect live-in help, trapped in a gilded cage after the Davies family took me in following my parents' death and arranged a marriage to their daughter, Olivia. I gave up my dreams, working a stable job and tending to their every need, becom/0/80849/coverorgin.jpg?v=07636550f5c61f8824e91ed48b8ec66e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Errand Girl
My life was a constant payment, a humiliating exchange for my sister Chloe's next breath. Julian Vance owned me, casually tossing wads of cash that paid Chloe's astronomical medical bills, but bought him the right to my endless compliance. He'd send me on midnight errands miles away after I'd nearly/0/24582/coverorgin.jpg?v=36efc657a0343b16af77d6588b103933&imageMogr2/format/webp)
