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An Echo of an Alpha's Cruelty
At the pack's laurel coronation ceremony, an assassin from a rival pack lunged forward. He was holding a dagger coated in silver poison. I followed my instincts and pushed my mate, Damien Blackwood, out of the way. But he grabbed my arm and threw me in front of his beloved, Seraphina Thorne. The silver dagger plunged straight into my abdomen. The unborn Alpha heir in my womb was extinguished in an instant. My horrified packmates cried out, lifting me onto a gurney and rushing toward the Moonspring. But Damien roughly yanked me off. He roared, "Save Seraphina first! If anything happens to her, you're all banished!" The healers were aghast. "Alpha, are you insane? Seraphina was barely scratched. Your mate is the one in mortal danger!" Clutching my abdomen as silver-tainted blood seeped through my fingers, I slowly nodded. "Fine. So be it." Damien, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing. -
He Changed The Location, I Changed My Mind
A week before the bonding ceremony, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my fated mate, Damien, and his friends. "You actually changed the ceremony location for Cassia?" one of them teased. "And you haven't even told your Luna?" Damien snorted dismissively. "It doesn't matter. She loves me so much she nearly shattered her own wolf for me. She'll do anything I ask." "I'm only changing the location. I'm still bonding with her." "Cassia likes it, so of course I have to make her happy." On the day of the ceremony, he stared at the hall—empty without a bride—and roared, "Reyna, where the hell are you?!" I smiled, taking the hand of the wolf beside me, and watched the golden sunlight spill over the summit of Solstice Peak—the place I had chosen. "I arrived long ago." -
To Taste a Bloody Moonstone
My Alpha mate took our pup Lyra, his former lover Morgana Thorne and her pup, into the wilderness for the Pack's Full Moon Festival. On the way, he abandoned our pup. It was to soothe Morgana's pup, whose so-called ‘mana depletion’ was a lie crafted from black magic. He left Lyra alone in a car protected by only a basic ward. I sensed Lyra’s raw terror—she was surrounded by Hellhounds. I tore through the woods, desperate to reach her. All that remained was a car ripped to shreds by sharp claws and a shattered ward. And a blood-stained moonstone talisman. As I drowned in the agony of losing my daughter, Caleb finally answered my mind-link. He was celebrating the Full Moon Festival with Morgana. He accused me of overreacting and ruining the Pack's festive mood. Listening to his heartless accusations, a sneer twisted my lips. Fine. A happy festival, indeed. I would make him taste this bloody moonstone and let him feel the festival’s “blessing” for himself. -
Goodbye to the Girl I Was
I accidentally saw my husband's search history: "What to do for a girl's menstrual cramps?" "Which brand of heating pads works best for menstrual pain?" "How to relieve pain quickly? Does Advil work for menstrual cramps? Will there be side effects if taken long-term?" As I read through each search query, I fell silent. I am already three months pregnant, so who is he preparing these for? -
Replace That Box of Medicine
I found a box of birth control pills in the widow's room. I replaced the birth control pills with regular stomach medicine. The reason was simple: since the widow always wanted a grandchild, why not have one herself? Later, Aunt Baker approached my mother-in-law and handed over a bank card: "This is the reward for giving birth to a child for the Baker Family." -
After Seven Years of Loving Him
After seven years of marriage to Alec, he had always played the role of the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. When he found out I was pregnant, he excitedly bought an entire island as a gift for me. "Melody, I feel like this is all a dream." "I swear, I will love you and our sweetheart with all my heart for the rest of my life." But the next day, when I went to Alec's office to deliver some documents, I caught him in a passionate embrace with Vivienne. "Alec, do you love me?" Alec's eyes burned with desire as he pinned Vivienne beneath him, seeming ready to devour her whole. "Of course, I want to make love to you until the end of time." I understood then that our seven years together were nothing but a passing illusion. -
The Sister Who Stole My Life
During a skirmish with the rival Thorne Pack, we were ambushed. I sacrificed myself to save my packmates. My reward was a silver dagger to the gut—one laced with a shadow curse that began consuming me from the inside out. When I collapsed, no one rushed to my side. They all crowded anxiously around my adopted sister, Gritte, who had sustained nothing more than a few superficial scratches. To my utter despair, my mate, Kael—the Alpha of my own pack—used the precious moonfall ceremony on a frightened Gritte without a moment's hesitation. It was the one ritual that could have purified the curse ravaging my wolf. That day, I dragged my broken body to the pack infirmary alone and received the verdict: "Her wolf has been corrupted by the shadow curse. It will dissolve completely within seventy-two hours. The process is irreversible." In the last three days of my life, I let go of the desperate, foolish hope for my family's love. I signed over my business empire, Apex Holdings, to Gritte; I agreed to Kael's outrageous request to sever our mate bond, all so he could better “comfort” a supposedly traumatized Gritte; I allowed my brother, Asher, to give his office in the pack building to her; I even stood by as my own son, Finn, began calling Gritte his "new mother." Everyone was relieved, satisfied with my sudden magnanimity. As they celebrated the life Gritte had stolen from me, no one bothered to ask why I had suddenly given it all away. As the final seconds of my life ticked away, a single thought consumed me: When my wolf finally faded and my body grew cold, would their cheers turn to ash in their mouths? -
This Love Rotted From Within
I was eight months pregnant with his heir. At a party celebrating my husband, Dante, the new Underboss. His so-called "sister" pointed at my belly. "Her stretch marks are disgusting," she sneered. "Like maggots." The room erupted in laughter. I demanded an apology. Dante just stared at me. "Sophia's just a kid; she doesn't know any better. Why are you taking it so seriously? Don't be a buzzkill." Then he threw me out. Into the freezing Chicago rain. In nothing but a nightgown. I could hear him bragging to his men inside. "Eight months pregnant, and she acts like a princess." "She'll be back in ten minutes. Crying and begging." But this time, he was dead wrong. I walked out into the street and made a call. "Dr. Evans? I'd like to schedule an abortion." A man like that doesn't deserve an heir. And I was no longer his to break. -
The Beta’s Betrayal, The Alpha’s Claim
At the Skye Pack's annual charity gala, my best friend, Hallie Richmond, went missing. When she was later found in the parking lot, her clothes were in disarray and she was covered in injuries. My heart ached for her. I stayed up all night, using a vast amount of my energy to prepare a healing salve for her. However, when I went to visit her, my mate, the Pack's Beta, had already presented her with a tempting alternative. "To avoid the Richmond Pack's wrath and maintain stability between our packs, I have to bond with her." "Then what about me, Timothy Thorne? What does our relationship mean?" I demanded. "You can still be with me, just not officially," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You want me to be your mistress? To be the other woman?!" I raged. "Violet, this is for the good of the pack. If you truly loved me, you would understand." Timothy's words pierced my heart like a blade. Seeing that I wouldn't compromise, he immediately severed our mate bond and took Hallie to an emergency bonding ceremony. Soon, rumors about my "impurity" began to spread, and I was forced to become the laughingstock of the entire Pack. My father, without hearing my side of the story, blamed me for tarnishing the sacred reputation of our family of healers. He flew into a rage, lashing me violently with a whip soaked in wolfsbane, and finally, he even locked me in a cold, secret chamber covered in purification runes. The wolfsbane poisoning brought me to the brink of death. Just as I fell into despair, the Pack's heir, Elias Skye, broke down the door. He lifted me from the cold stone slab, his deep eyes gazing into mine as he spoke with a gentle, devastating tenderness: "I am your true mate, Violet." "Forget that coward." "And you will be my Luna—the future Luna of the Skye Pack." -
So Long As You Live, Debts Will Have To Be Paid Eventually
After the divorce, my mom came back crying to find my dad: "Let's get remarried." I smiled faintly: "Is there something you need?" "Oscar just pulled down that girl's pants, he didn't rape her, yet he's going to be sentenced to a year..." "He is the only bloodline of the Smith Family, I have to bail him out..." I said calmly: "Sorry, we have no money!" -
The Husband and Son Regret Their Favoritism
On my birthday, my husband's childhood sweetheart Irina posted the new robot that my husband and son had made for her on social media. I casually liked the post, but soon received a scolding from my husband: "Didn't we give you one too? Our son even baked you a cake by hand. What more do you want?" However, Irina's robot was clearly the latest model, and even the cake our son gave her was a bit larger than mine. They love me, but they love Irina a little more. Perhaps I should try to let go and love them a little less too. -
After Rebirth I Set Him Free
Darren Valachi and I were childhood sweethearts, bound by an arranged marriage that became our shared torment. He blamed me for the brutal death of his one true love; I blamed him for betraying our past. All that remained of our marriage was hatred. However, when I was diagnosed with ALS, and everyone expected me to be cast aside by the family, Darren knelt in a torrential downpour outside a church, praying for a miracle. As I lay dying, he pressed his forehead to mine and prayed that in the next life, we would be strangers. He begged for a clean start that belonged only to them. It was only then that I finally understood. I never should have used our blood-stained past to chain him to my side. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I finally found Darren after his disappearance. This time, I chose to let him go, allowing the man I loved to be with his true soulmate. -
His Forged Death, My Freedom
Five years after my bonding ceremony with Damien Blackwood, he was declared dead following an assault on a rogue encampment. When his twin brother returned with the news, my inner wolf howled in agony as our mate bond shattered, and my world crumbled with it. The agony of the Withering threatened to consume me. I couldn't accept the reality of losing him. I tried to take my own life five times. Each time, Damien’s mother, Lyra, or his twin brother managed to save me. They pleaded with me to live on, for the sake of Damien’s last wish for my happiness. But in the third month of my mourning, I discovered the truth—he had never died. He'd deceived me. He'd taken his twin brother's name, staying by Seraphina Thorne's side day and night. He told me he still loved me. He swore he'd explain everything once she delivered an heir for the pack. To protect Seraphina and her unborn pup, he asked me to move out of the Alpha mansion. Then, he promised, he would bring me home. But don't bother, Damien. I'm never coming back. -
When The Alpha's Mark Fades
At my bonding ceremony, my Alpha mate-to-be, Jacob, and his childhood friend, Caelia, collapsed at the same time. He chose to save the unconscious Caelia, leaving me to bleed out alone, my blood blackened by silver poison. I begged him for help through our mind-link, but he used his Alpha command to snarl, "Stop this vicious act!" He said he would make me pay for my "jealousy." After he left, carrying Caelia in his arms, my pup and I died together. The bond between us began to fray. -
Rejecting the Alpha Who Used My Womb.
Isabel, once bound to Charles, discovers her twin pups Adrian and Ivy aren’t biologically hers—they’re Colette’s, Charles’ fated love. Betrayed, she learns Charles used her as Colette’s substitute. The pups turn against her, favoring Colette, who schemes to eliminate Isabel. After multiple ordeals—false accusations, near-death experiences—Isabel flees. Charles later uncovers Colette’s cruelty and his own mistakes, realizing he loves Isabel. He tracks her to Ydoria Town, where she’s rebuilt her life, cared for a lost pup, and found safety with the Whitmores. Isabel rejects Charles, pretending to have a new mate and expecting twins. Charles, heartbroken, leaves her to her new happiness. -
Where the Olive Trees Weep
The boy I once saved grew up to be the Don of the Falcone family. He was possessive. Obsessive. For ten years, he caged me in his estate. My grandfather's life was the price for our marriage. But my heart was the one thing he could never own. So he found my replacement—a woman with my face. One day, she stormed into the estate. "You bitch! You really got surgery to look like me? Just so you could go after my man?" She smashed my wrists with a hammer. "You'll never paint again!" I was left broken, bleeding. That's when he returned. Don Oliver Falcone. He didn't recognize my ruined face. "Get rid of the intruder," he ordered. "Wait!" the housekeeper cried, rushing out. "Boss, the Signora is missing!" -
This Face Was Not My Own
On my sixth anniversary with Alpha Lucas, I poured my heart into designing a new glyph to symbolize our union, buzzing with excitement for our future. But then, my best friend sent me a photo. In the photo, Lucas was at the pack's moonlight ceremony, locked in a passionate kiss with a she-wolf who was a dead ringer for me. That’s when I discovered the man I'd been with for six years had been searching for a replacement for his dead fated mate, Ally. I was Number 9. The she-wolf in the photo was Number 20. I rushed to Chicago and used the pack's internal locator to find Lucas. "Damn, man, this Number 20 is a dead ringer for Ally. Even more than Selena." "I'd say Selena still looks more like her. If she didn't look so much like Ally, you think Lucas would have wasted six years on her?" Lucas flicked the ash from his cigarette, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. "They're both pretty similar, but Number 20 is more passionate in bed. Selena's just too damn uptight." "I heard you had someone pick out a moonstone ring, getting ready to propose? To Selena or this new one?" Lucas leaned back on the sofa smugly. "Haven't decided yet. Why don't you guys help me choose? Who should I mark?" A chill shot down my spine. I stumbled away, my body trembling uncontrollably. Once I’d pulled myself together, I sent a message to my best friend: "That Alpha cousin of yours, the one who's had a crush on me and has been waiting for me for four years—is he still single?" -
Banished Luna, Crowned Queen
On the eve of my bonding ceremony, I caught my fated mate, Russ Silvercrest, entangled with my cousin, Chloe Dixon. When I confronted him, he called off the wedding and banished me from the pack. I didn't see him again for three years. Then, the Seattle Pack Alliance hosted a charity gala. He was there. He pulled me aside, sympathizing with my situation and offering to make me his secret lover. I told him to get lost. He lashed out, his words cruel and sharp. The air filled with mocking whispers, every werewolf in the room murmuring that a lone wolf like me had no right to be there. I clenched my fists, their taunts echoing in my ears. Just then, the entire ballroom fell silent. All the werewolves bowed their heads in reverence. The most feared werewolf in North America—Alpha King Zack Thorne—was striding toward us. He stopped in front of me. Under the stunned gaze of every werewolf in the room, he knelt on one knee. He took my hand—the one Russ had squeezed red—and pressed a reverent kiss to my knuckles. His voice was low and dangerous. "Who hurt my future Queen?" -
His Final Vanishing
I saw my boyfriend, Vincent, outside a high-end restaurant with his childhood friend, Sophia, right after he’d disappeared for the tenth time. He was swaggering, bragging to his friends. "You have to train women. You can't be too good to them. You have to keep them guessing! I even got Alessandro to 'protect' her for me. I'll make my big comeback when the time is right." When I got home, I looked at the handsome, imposing Alessandro. I slipped up behind him, lacing my fingers with his. My nose brushed against his shoulder, a deliberate accident. "Alessandro," I murmured, "since Vincent doesn't want me anymore... why don't you have me instead?" -
What The Deaf Wife Heard
An explosion took my hearing the day I saved my fiancé, Marco Falcone. But at our engagement party, he announced he was in love with my sister, Isabella. Even my own parents told me to step aside. Then he stepped in. Dante Falcone. The Don. My ex-fiancé's powerful uncle. He offered me marriage. Protection. A new life. He said he’d loved me for a decade. I believed him. Five years later, a miracle. My hearing returned. I raced to my husband's study to tell him. But I stopped at the door. I overheard a conversation between him and his consigliere. "Once I've cleared all the obstacles for Isabella, I'll give her the entire East Coast shipping business." His consigliere chuckled. "The Donna would be heartbroken if she knew you only married her to keep her from harassing Marco and ruining Isabella's happiness." "She's deaf. She can't hear." My eyes burned, and my hands trembled at my sides, clenching into fists. So that was it. Five years of marriage, of feeling protected—all a carefully crafted lie for another woman. There was nothing left for me in this gilded cage. It was time to disappear from his world forever.
