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Lycan King's Fated Mate
Sylvia’s engagement to her fated mate Michael collapses when his ex—Iris, her scheming half-sister—crashes the ceremony. Betrayed by Michael and her family, Sylvia is hurt in a car crash, only to be rescued by Adam. As secrets unfold and Iris’s plots are exposed, Adam reveals he’s the Lycan King—and Sylvia’s second fated mate. Choosing redemption over despair, Sylvia severs ties with her past and embraces her true destiny with Adam. -
His Brother, My True Alpha
In my past life, I was deeply in love with my fiancé, only to walk in on him and my sister sleeping together in our marital bed. I poured my soul into helping him build his business empire, but all I got in return was his betrayal. In this life, the day after my mating ceremony was announced, I saw him at the club. He was holding my sister, sneering at me in front of everyone. "Aurora. What are you even doing here? Have you got no shame?" At the family dinner that evening, my fiancé confidently spoke about our mating ceremony. Until the pack elder announced, "Today, we are here to discuss the mating ceremony of Alpha Edric and Aurora." His face went white. "Who... Who did you say?" Edric placed my hand firmly on the table for all to see. His voice was pure command. "From now on, you should call her Luna." -
The Banished Luna’s Return
Falsely accused of defiling a sacred artifact, I was exiled by the High Council. Ever since, I've lived under a new identity, working as an herbalist in a human city. When I saw my former mate, Kaelen, again, he had become one of the most powerful Alphas in North America; his power was absolute. My human friends who know me always fantasize that Kaelen still holds a torch for me. Because even though he has a partner, he's never completed the final bonding ceremony. I could only scoff at the thought. Holding a torch for me? Ten years ago, he was the one who personally oversaw the ritual that forcibly severed our mate bond. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he sent me to the Council for judgment, forever branding me a traitor to the entire werewolf world. -
A Silence Born of Fireworks
I waited for my fiancé on New Year's Eve. He didn't come. The earthquake did. Trapped in the rubble, I prayed he was safe. I found out later where he really was. With his childhood sweetheart, setting off fireworks. I was left deaf. When I told him it was over, he knelt. His eyes red, mouthing words I couldn't hear. I smiled. “Blake, I hope you live a day just like this one. Every single year for the rest of your life.” -
Unraveling A Ten-Year Lie
My husband beamed as he held our newborn son. I saw the look he exchanged with his mistress. I watched as he swapped my baby for hers. He forgot I was a Vanderwood. One phone call was all it took to switch my son back. For ten years, that fool raised a boy he thought was his bastard heir. At my son's tenth birthday party, a woman stormed in. She pointed her finger. "That son you've spent a decade raising? He's not yours. He's mine." -
My Ex Built His Empire On My Ruins
Framed for stealing design drafts and with my license revoked, I scraped by in a sleepy seaside town in Oregon. Then I saw my ex-boyfriend, Caleb, again. Dressed in an exquisite custom-tailored suit, he was now a New York real estate magnate, a man who could reshape skylines, with a future as limitless as his ambition. My friend beside me lowered her voice. "Chloe, Caleb must still have feelings for you! He's still single!" I sneered. Feelings for me? Ten years ago, he was the one who personally forged an email, sold my unpublished green city design to a competitor, and then leaked faked intimate photos to the media, branding me a whore who’d sold her body and soul for a shortcut to the top. -
Bond Rejected, Luna Reborn
Right before our bonding ceremony, my mate, Alpha Caden of the Crimson Fang Pack, told me he had to mark another Omega from our Pack, Sabrina. He claimed she had “the Fading Sickness,” a rare disease that weakens a wolf until they slowly die, unless marked by a powerful Alpha. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Sabrina into the exclusive Alpha's penthouse—the one that was supposed to be mine. To appease me, he knelt on one knee, promising it was only a temporary mark. He swore I would still be his one and only Luna. But then, Sabrina found me and showed me a healer's report. It showed she was six weeks pregnant. This proved their marking had happened long before he’d ever told me. My heart shattered. I crossed out the date of our bonding ceremony on my calendar. Then, I replied to an email from the Moonlight Sanctuary on another continent and accepted their researcher position. “I accept your invitation." I left on the day my bonding ceremony was meant to be.” -
Reborn to Tear Apart My Traitor Mate and the Fake Heiress
I was ambushed, my inner wolf tainted by silver poison. My mate-to-be soothed me, his eyes feigning devotion. "My love, even if your inner wolf withers, you will always be my mate." My closest friend gripped my hand, her own eyes glistening. "Don't you worry, Selene. I'll find the best healer. I swear I'll get you healed and restore your power." I was so touched. And so, at Liana's coming-of-age ceremony, I orchestrated their fall into an endless abyss. -
Seven Times I Said Yes Until I Finally Said No
I married and divorced the same man, Julian Astor, seven times. The first time we married, he tattooed a pair of wings on my back, whispering in his low, husky voice, promising to carry me to eternity. But when his first love, Chloe Sinclair, reappeared, Julian's tone soured. "Can't you just play along? Do you really have to make Chloe look like a homewrecker?" The first time we divorced, I slit my wrists, hoping my blood could bind him to me. I was rushed to the emergency room, but he never once visited. The third time we divorced, I gave up my art scholarship to Yale to become the design director at his startup, just to see him more often. By the sixth time, I could calmly pack my bags and move out of our Boston penthouse on my own. My hysteria, my groveling, my desperate obedience—it was all a part of his game. He’d remarry me on schedule, time and again, only to repeat the cycle of our ruin. Until this time. After hearing Chloe was returning to Boston, I was the one who placed the divorce papers in front of him. As always, he set a date for our remarriage, but he had no idea that this time, I was going to disappear completely. -
Our Wedding Was Ruined Because of My Alpha's Heart Attack
on the day of the wedding ceremony, when Helena discovered that the parson Alpha Ethan was marrying was me, she had a heart attack right there on the spot. As a result, Alpha Ethan canceled the ceremony. The Alpha groom left the bride behind and carried another she-wolf out in a "princess carry." in an instant,i became the laughingstock of the entire event Guests whispered and pointed at me, calling me cold-hearted, a killer Even Alpha Ethan scolded me. "Why wasn't it you who got sick?" After I threw my wedding dress into the trash, l finally decided to end this seven-year bond with my destined mate and felt a sense of relief was hover me. After Alpha Ethan left, all the guests I had eagerly invited crowded around me. There was a mocking tone in the air "You've made a mistake, so you need to own up, Sophia, Hurry up and apologize to little Helena, or l won't recognize you as my friend anymore.” "And since the wedding didn't go off as planned, you might as well return the wedding gift money i gave you.” "This is really unlucky.” -
Too Late To Beg Your Secret CEO Wife
My husband, Franklin, and his mother, Sharon, ganged up on me, trying to pressure me into quitting my million-dollar-a-year job as a top architect so I could become a full-time housewife dedicated to supporting his career. I firmly refused. Holding a grudge, Franklin secretly stole my core design proposal for the city's new art museum and leaked it to a competitor, resulting in my public firing and humiliation before the entire company. He thought he had me trapped. He and his mother gloated, declaring that my only value now was to be "Franklin's wife." Looking at their ugly, triumphant faces, I smiled coldly and dialed my personal assistant. Right then and there, I ordered, "Announce the termination of Franklin, a project manager at a subsidiary of the Sterling Group, for gross violation of professional ethics. Effective immediately." Then, I added, "And have everything prepared. I will be assuming the role of CEO at headquarters tomorrow morning." -
The Secret Wife’s Gambit
For five long years, I was the secret wife of elite race car driver Axel Vance. Then, he went public with his new romance on Instagram. GossipWire painted me as a lunatic, some "trackside stalker." His fans dragged me all over the internet. My cheating husband played the hero, head over heels in love, while I was cast as the villain. Did he really think I was just some ordinary freelancer? He forgot who put up the five million dollars that launched his career and won him two GRC world championships. -
Every Breath, A Cruel Reminder
Four years ago, Rocco Corleone took a bullet for me. The shots to his legs nearly left him a cripple. He never knew I traded my body to the rival gang to save his life. That same year, he forced an abortion, shattered my family, and did it all just to make his childhood sweetheart laugh. Now, we’re at the family dinner. He walks in with her on his arm, her belly swollen with his child. "Who let the trash in?" His gaze cuts to me. Trash? Funny thing is, he should be calling me Donna Lucia. -
The Eleventh Wedding's Ashes
When my fiancé, Liam Moretti, the most powerful Don in Chicago, canceled our wedding for his mistress, Scarlett, it was for the ninth time. I warned him, stone-faced, that if he canceled the tenth ceremony, I would honor the sworn marriage pact with the Falcone family. He scoffed. "Isabella, you gave me your heart. How could you possibly marry someone else?" "Besides, who would want to marry a sickly wreck like you?" On the day of our tenth attempt, Scarlett sent him a photo of a rival family's pier and made a bet: if he could seize it within an hour, she'd grace our wedding with her presence. Liam's face tightened at the photo. He ripped the family crest pin from his lapel and raced out the door. An hour later, Scarlett's social media feed updated. A photo of them kissing on the captured pier made the rounds among the major families of Chicago. The caption read: "A man who truly cares will move mountains for his woman." I silently removed my wedding gown and dialed a number I hadn't called in years. "Julian, the Falcone family's promise... does it still stand?" I could hear the barely suppressed excitement crackle in his voice. "The offer still stands. For you, Isabella, it's a lifetime offer." -
I Accidentally Shared A Body Connection With The Alpha
I accidentally shared a body connection with Alpha Jason. When I got food poisoning, he called me, and in no time, a whole house full of anti-diarrheal meds was delivered. During my period, he—unbelievably—went to get me sanitary pads. When my ruthless boss verbally tormented me until I cried, Alpha Jason broke down in a firefight, tears mingling with blood. One day, Alpha Jason couldn’t take it anymore. Through clenched teeth, he growled, "Be my mate, so we can enjoy twice the pleasure!" -
She Took My Fiancé. I Took Her Husband
My fiancé, in order to help his infertile First Love compete for inheritance, drugged me with hallucinogens and stimulants, then sent me to her disabled husband's bed. When the doctor confirmed my pregnancy, I was locked in a dark room to wait for the birth. At seven months, Beatrice was eager to see the child, so Ulysses forced me onto the delivery table to induce labor. After the baby was born, they took him away immediately. I struggled back to the villa, only to find they had put the baby in a dog cage, letting him cry until he passed out. I begged and cried humbly, but Beatrice mocked me. "It's just a bastard. Why do you care so much? Are you naturally cheap? Is it because you slept with someone?" Just when I was in utter despair, Beatrice's disabled husband and the baby vanished together. -
His Convenient Omega
The Alpha of the Thomson Pack sent me a mind-link, ordering his son and heir, Wright, to come home. He was about to meet his future mate. But Wright, my childhood friend, was lying fast asleep beside me, his upper body bare, the fresh bite marks from our passion last night still stark against his shoulder. I assumed the message was just a prank from our elders, so I nudged him awake to tease him about it. But he just lazily asked me to help him pick out a ceremonial dagger, one imbued with power, as a gift for his mate-to-be. Seeing me freeze, Wright shot me a dismissive glance, the corner of his mouth twitching into a condescending smirk. "Emma, what's with that reaction?" "We're just... convenient for each other, aren't we?" "You didn't really think the Moon Goddess destined you for me, did you?" -
He Wanted Me to Take the Poison for His First Love
Harriet’s white moonlight was poisoned. To create an antidote, he didn’t hesitate to poison me, using my body as a test subject for his experiments. I cried and begged for mercy, but his eyes remained cold. “It’s just a few experiments. You won’t die. Is it really necessary for you to be this dramatic?” When the antidote was finally developed, the white moonlight was revived. But I, left behind in the lab, was tormented daily by various toxins until my body had been reduced to a shadow of itself, unrecognizable. Later, Harriet finally remembered me and, in what seemed like an act of mercy, brought me the antidote. But by then... I was beyond saving. -
Fated Doesn’t Mean Chosen
When Damon Hawthorne's father contacted me, I was lying next to Damon. I thought his father was joking and said to the man beside me with a laugh, "Damon, I heard your old flame is back. They're planning a bonding ceremony for you two." But he just mumbled sleepily and pulled me into his arms. "Avalon, I'll need you to use that calming gift of yours on me later. I want to be at my best for the ceremony." "I'm nervous about seeing her." I froze. Damon sensed me stiffen and his eyes fluttered open. A mocking laugh escaped him. "Seriously? Avalon, we're fated mates. That's it. You didn't actually think that meant I'd choose you, did you?" -
Weeks Before My Wedding My Fiancé Forgot Only Me
Three years ago. A sudden avalanche in the Rocky Mountains stole my memory. My fiancé, Liam, the most heroic mountain rescue captain in Denver, suffered permanent nerve damage to his hands while digging me out of the snow, leaving them crippled. He was forced to end his career. He gave up his entire career to care for me, a woman whose memory reset every twenty-four hours. He recorded three years of video diaries for me. Using those tender images to tell me who he was, and how much he loved me. On countless mornings, waking to a blank slate, I relied on these videos to get to know him and fall in love with him all over again. Later, using his uncanny ability to predict mountain weather, he founded a multi-billion-dollar technology company. On another morning when I was lucid, I watched the broadcast of his IPO celebration party on a live tech news stream. I ran to find him, clutching the tablet that held our video diaries. But on the massive screen in the banquet hall, I saw him holding another woman's hand. They were announcing their engagement. I rushed onto the stage, and under his shocked gaze, I fumbled to unlock the tablet. "Liam… Did I forget again? The videos… they said today is our proposal anniversary, right?"
