After losing my sight, I heard the sound of Adrian Foster and Olivia Bennett kissing in the room. Adrian Foster breathed lightly, "She’s just a blind girl, how could she ever be worthy of me." My heart felt like it was plunged into an icy abyss, as I handed over the talisman I made for him to someone else. Later on, the tycoon Lucas Grant from North City spared no expense to please his wife, becoming a hot topic with a romantic gesture using tens of thousands of drones. Adrian Foster called, his tone urgent, "Claire, would you please come back, back then—" I glanced at the man behind me, whose mood was disrupted, and I promptly refused, "Back then, all I did was leave behind a piece of trash!"
In a world where scent determines status and love is bound by hierarchy, Charles “Cece” Mor-Ray, a notorious yet captivating male omega, finds himself trapped in a gilded cage. To save his declining family’s name, Cece is forced into a political marriage with Liam Amburdale, an Alpha heir still haunted by the memory of his lost first love. To society, Cece is the perfect omega spouse—outwardly—by all means, beautiful, high fertility, and from a decently high social status. But beneath the silk and smiles, his heart beats for another: Dave González, Liam’s stoic and fiercely loyal beta bodyguard. Betas aren’t supposed to feel the pull of pheromones, much less sense an omega’s heat—but Dave does. Against all natural order, Cece’s scent calls to him like home, and Dave’s quiet devotion awakens something in Cece he thought he’d lost long ago—safety, warmth, and genuine affection. As weeks turn into months, Cece and Dave’s forbidden intimacy deepens, hidden behind the mansion’s closed doors and the shadow of Liam’s lingering guilt. But Dave isn’t what he seems. There’s something off about how he reacts to Cece—something raw and animalistic beneath his beta façade. When old secrets about phenomenon mutations and suppressed dominance resurface, the delicate balance of their lives threatens to shatter. Now, Cece must navigate a world where love defies biology, loyalty becomes treason, and scent itself may rewrite destiny. Will he cling to the obligation of the contract he signed, or surrender to the one man who smells like freedom?
And if I had a gun, I would shoot my boss right between his fucking legs" I said calmly then continued "but since I don't, I could always cut off his balls with that big sword he has in his office." The male beside me simply smirked but nothing more. I didn't even see his teeth. "I have this urge to bend you over this counter right now, and have my dirty way with you" he said, his intense gaze settled on my lips. My breathing became shallow. In fact, I almost forgot how to breathe. My body came alive, something that hadn't happened in a very long time.
During my period, I accidentally stained my husband's junior colleague's white dress, causing her to faint from blood phobia and end up in hospital. My husband said nothing to my face, but behind my back, he posted my intimate mould on a certain platform for a giveaway. "Bloody hell! You'd never guess Sophia's so wild! So tight – must be a proper treat to fuck!" "After all these years, it's only fair to give this straight to a mate, right?" The men toyed with the mould. Mike chuckled with a twisted grin: "Just a mould. Fancy trying Sophia's back door? Properly trained – that's where the real ecstasy lies!" Watching the video my husband's junior sent, what little dignity I had left evaporated in an instant. "Bloody hell! You lot are playing far too rough in private! Won't she be furious when she finds out?" "An orphan with no parents. If I hadn't married her, who knows where she'd be selling herself now? She even dared provoke Rory into fainting from blood. A woman who can't control her period needs a lesson!" At the end of the video, Rory taunted me defiantly: "Sophia, you're just Mike's tool for release. When we're in bed, he's as gentle as can be." Tears fell unnaturally as my trembling fingers dialled: "Sis, I've decided to seek treatment abroad."
That bastard Alpha made me Luna without an heir, so I turned around and wiped out his entire clan. My mate is the Alpha of the tribe. He used my grievous injury as an excuse to avoid me for two years. To let me recuperate undisturbed, the tribal doctor used herbs to block our bond. Yet he turned around and made love to my sister in the cabin I’d prepared for our child. He claimed my wolf spirit had grown dormant. Well then, let him witness the fiery embers reignited.
A friend request suddenly popped up on WeChat. "Are you Lucas Grant's ex-girlfriend?" I replied, "Who are you?" She immediately responded with a provocative emoji: "I am his current girlfriend. Never forget those who help you. I'm here to thank you." Immediately, she began to boast, sending a series of messages: the designer bags Lucas bought her, the dazzling diamond jewelry, and photos of the five-piece set she received when they got engaged. "I heard you were with him for seven years," she said with a tone full of pride, "It's a pity you left him for money. Now he has given me everything. We're getting engaged next month." I smiled coldly and quickly changed the subject: "I like your profile picture." She seemed even more proud: "Lucas chose it for me." I raised the corner of my mouth, typing slowly: "That's my photo." She fell silent instantly.
My working-class boyfriend always squeezed into a rented room with me, eating instant noodles and drinking soup rice. I always thought he was very poor. Until one day, he stopped in front of me driving an extremely flashy Rolls-Royce vintage car. And on the driver's license, the vehicle owner—Ryan Grant. "Honey, I really need to explain this to you."
Ophelia loved Dylan, the Alpha of the pack, with all her heart—but to him, she was merely a plaything, a lowly maid unworthy of his regard. His destined bride was Caroline, the noble-born Beta's daughter. When forced to send one of the two women to a rival pack in exchange for a life-saving antidote... who would he choose?
[A sweet 1v1 romance! Rebirth + revenge + beloved by the group + hidden identity + adorable baby!] In her past life, she mistakenly trusted a scumbag and a hypocritical woman, resulting in a tragic end. After being reborn, she angrily dumped her scumbag boyfriend! She'll crush all the jerks and make those who bullied, deceived, and humiliated her pay a thousandfold! Rumor has it that although she is the real heiress who was lost away, she is nothing more than a pretty face with no virtue or ability... The arrogant Mr. Qin sneered, "Are you talking about my precious baby?" Want to know a legendary master of traditional Chinese painting? Want to know a top student? Want to know a business prodigy? Want to know a scientific genius? ... later-- Just when she's really enjoying taking revenge on the scumbags, a certain arrogant guy always manages to dodge her attack halfway through... Addicted to spoiling his wife, removing negative trending topics, and tormenting his love rivals... this sharp-tongued man is incredibly adept at doing these things. One day, he poked his two fingers in frustration: "I've explained, admitted my mistake, and written a guarantee, but you're still not appeased. You're being a bit too arrogant. I advise you to coax me quickly, otherwise I don't mind having children for the Qin family every day."
Wesley Montgomery once told me that my gentle, water-like personality was what he loved most about me. He said I had no temper, always calm, with emotions that stayed steady. No matter how angry or upset he got, just seeing me would calm him down. But then, he cheated on me. "Beatrice is great, but after spending so much time together, things start to feel as bland as plain water," he told his friend. "Penelope, on the other hand, is interesting—she even throws tantrums in such a lively and cute way."
At a family dinner, Nico Falcone announced we were getting married. In two months. He was the heir to the Falcone crime family. And for seven years, I was the fool who loved him. Everyone cheered. They thought I’d finally won. I almost believed them. Until I heard the laughter from behind a closed door. "This 'Wife Test' of yours is genius, Nico." "Making all your women compete. Breaking in the winner before you put a ring on it." "Lola's in the lead. What about Isabella? Thought she was your favorite." "You really going to marry Lola in two months? Isabella will lose her shit." Nico's voice was cruel. "I'll marry whoever wins. It's a game. She needs to learn how to play it." "You have a soft spot for that dancer. Isabella never stood a chance." Nico just chuckled. "I gave her a chance. If she's not the one standing beside me in the end, that's her problem." My love wasn't a fairy tale. It was a competition. And I was just the winning horse. So I pulled out my phone and texted the one man Nico feared. Dante Russo. The Don of his rival family. "That childhood promise. Is it still on the table?" "I'm done playing his game."
In the KTV private room, my boyfriend of three years, Lucas Reed, was drinking a romantic cross-cupped drink with a girl he's been flirting with. The next second, I pushed the door open and entered. Everyone turned to look at me in unison, as if I was an uninvited guest disrupting the gathering. Lucas Reed calmly told me not to make a scene. I laughed, as if he really thought he was something special. Whoever wants a two-timing dog of a man, can take him. I'm done serving a mistress.
During my university days, in order to get back at my cheating ex-boyfriend, I ended up with his brother, Ryan Carter. Later, my father went bankrupt, and my mother fell ill. Before going abroad, I texted Ryan Carter, asking him to wait for me, but he didn’t reply. Three years later, I am overwhelmed with debt, while his career has flourished. I work part-time playing violin at a couple's restaurant and witness him having a candlelight dinner with his childhood sweetheart.
After being laid off at the end of the year, I became the boss lady. I worked diligently for a year, only to face year-end layoffs. The person who replaced me was a newcomer who couldn't even make a PPT. The colleagues who have always been snobbish took great care of this newcomer, just because she is the boss's cousin. And the reason I was fired was because the boss is my ex-husband's brother. Knowing the truth, I caused a scene in the office and then went back to my hometown. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, my ex-husband's brother came to my door with large bags. "Come back to work, I'll make you the boss lady." I slammed the door shut with a bang. "No, I've already inherited the family fortune."
During the college entrance examination, my cousin, who was sitting at the desk behind me, suddenly broke down and cried, tearing up my exam paper. I also broke down, grabbed her exam paper, stuffed it into my mouth, and swallowed it in big bites. Clutching my stomach and rolling on the ground, I shouted, "Teacher, she poisoned the paper! My stomach hurts so much, my baby, my baby is going to slip away." My cousin was dumbfounded, the teacher was stunned, and the classmates lost all focus on their tasks. Isn't it madness? Fine, let's all go mad together.
After Alpha's betrayal, little did he know I was the White Wolf. At the Blood Moon Clan's full moon celebration, Alpha Mason returned from a northern tribe with a female werewolf. The pregnant she-wolf nestled against his chest. "Lily bears my cub. Once it's born, you shall oversee its naming rites." Lily shall be this pack's future Luna. I hereby dissolve our Mate Bond." The surrounding werewolves erupted in snickering, all reveling in my humiliation. Even the mother of Alpha Mason—whom I'd devoted myself to nursing for five years after her paralysis—donned a scornful sneer. "It's your own fault for being barren!" "You should count yourself fortunate Alpha Mason spared you the disgrace." Staring at their cold, merciless faces, I suddenly felt profoundly ironic. I declared on the spot: "I, Ruby, reject Alpha Mason as my mate." The moment the words left my lips, a searing pain tore through Alpha Mason's wolf soul. Simultaneously, my own wolf soul felt the agony, letting out a heart-wrenching howl before spewing a mouthful of blood. The Mate Bond began to fracture, the thread binding our wolf souls gradually tearing apart and severing. I addressed Alpha Mason: "Our Mate Bond is broken. From this moment forth, there shall be no connection between us." With that, I turned and walked away. This shattered Mate Bond was better off discarded.
On the day of our wedding, I suddenly gained the ability to read minds. That was when I learned that the gentle, poised man standing before me—my childhood sweetheart—did not love me. Not only did he not love me, but he also hurt and slandered me. That's when I hatched the perfect plan for revenge. As he stood at my doorstep, pale and fragile, begging for my forgiveness, I parted my lips and whispered, "You really disgust me, Tobias Farrar!"
Under the crimson light of the Blood Moon, Elena Moonsong—once a branded “Traitor’s Spawn” and mute slave—finds herself purchased by Kade Ironfang, the stoic Alpha war hero of the North. Bound by iron collars and buried secrets, they embark on a perilous journey from captive and captor to reluctant allies. Elena conceals a legendary gift: the Silver Voice, a resonance that can heal wounds, stabilize failing defenses, and even command the very stones of Ironfang Keep. As Coalition forces threaten to overrun the fortress, Elena’s whispered melodies and Kade’s battle-hardened command repel invaders, unmasking the treachery of Councilor Varyn—whose conspiracies cost Elena her family and fueled endless war. Together, they expose his plots in the High Council chamber, surviving fire and betrayal to forge a new alliance between Alphas and Omegas. From the ash-littered auction block to the polished marble of the capital, Elena and Kade confront vengeance, uncover true identities, and make impossible choices between mercy and justice. Their bond—tempered by shared loss and mutual trust—culminates in the founding of the Silver Howl Reform Movement and the Harmonic Beacon, broadcasting hope across a fractured realm. *Silver Voice of the Blood Moon* is an epic tale of redemption, political intrigue, and the transcendent power of a single voice to reshape destiny under the watchful glow of a fateful moon.
I thought I’d marry Oscar, but his “fatal” car crash was a hoax. He faked amnesia to cheat, but I’d seen his video confessing he’d rather play than commit. While everyone pitied me, Nolan—Oscar’s “best friend”—quietly helped. Turns out, Nolan had plotted Oscar’s fake death to free me, secretly loving me since college. When Oscar mocked my “jealousy” at his engagement, Nolan stood by me. We married swiftly, and Oscar, enraged, tried pleading. I played his betrayal video, ending his charade. Months later, he died in a real crash.