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To raise money for my younger brother’s surgery, I forged my degrees, polished my résumé, and forced my way into high society. In everyone’s mouth, I’m that woman—
the scheming bitch, the liar, the “evil bride” clinging to an old rich man.
They all think I’m obsessed with Mr. Grant, the financial shark’s mountain of assets.
Only I know the truth—what I’m really clinging to is my brother’s life.
No one expected that the first man I fell for at first sight…would be his heir, Adrian.
And yet in a blink of eyes, I became his “stepmom in name only.”
On our wedding day, everyone laughed at how shameless I was:
“She marries the dad and still dares to seduce the son?”
“Vicious little con artist—who knows what cheap tricks she pulled to marry in?”
Adrian was no exception.
He called me a liar, a manipulator, dumped all his hatred on me—said I’d do anything for money, that I was a tumor climbing up off their wounds.

For Joey, I shouldered the blame for a commercial crime and survived five years behind bars—alone, even through a miscarriage.

With only five days left on my sentence, his secretary flaunted a “bonus” transfer from him—521,314—and when I left one mild comment, she blocked me.

I got released early on Christmas, wanting to surprise my husband. Instead, I pushed open our bedroom door and found Joey and Betty in our marital bed, deep in their sick little games.

And then I overheard a phone call that shattered everything: my little sister, Sansa, hadn’t died from a surgical “accident” at all. Joey had bribed the surgeon and had her heart cut out—so his mistress could gain a werewolf’s healing ability and keep having some perverted sex on bed.

He lied to me, used me, murdered my sister—and still mocked me for I was nothing without him.

What he doesn’t know is that I’m the daughter of an Alpha. I cut my family off for him once. Now I’m taking everything back—divorce,

Alpha Ethan once told me that he wouldn't mark any Omega other than me. I was the Moon Shade Pack's future Luna.
I believed him, until he actually marked someone else—his childhood neighbor.
I confronted him, and he laughed, saying, “It was just a childhood joke, I didn’t think you’d take it seriously.”
But when that so-called "joke" turned into a wedding vow, I realized that from the very beginning, I was the only one who treasured this relationship.
The irony? That night, we had a video call that lasted until 3 AM. He said he was tired, said he missed me.
The next day, I found out from a colleague that he was getting married. The bride? Not me.

Seven years ago, I signed a mate contract as Luna.
For my mother’s dying wish and for the Pack’s stability, I personally pushed a man with nothing to his name onto the Alpha throne.
I held the Pack together for him, expanded our businesses, and handled the filthy negotiations and the deals no one wanted to see in the light.
Everyone said—
I was calm, I was formidable, I was qualified.
Just… not much like a “gentle mate.”
Until that day.
I stood in the bedroom and watched my Alpha husband lay his hand over my paralyzed stepsister’s slightly rounded belly.
They told me it was for the greater good of the Pack.
That child would be registered under my name.
He would call me Mother.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.
I just waited for the seven-year term to hit its end and activated the trust clause my mother left behind.
Accounts frozen.
Capital withdrawn.
The wolf empire I built with my own hands collapsed overnight.

I died and drained dry by a “clone werewolf” who looked exactly like me, leaving nothing but a shriveled shell.
Then my body was “handed over” like a proof of something.
And she, wearing my face, went right back to my Alpha husband, Carter. She copied the way I talked, the way I acted cute.
She even mimicked my catchphrase— “I’m so stupid” word for word.
She thought that if she erased me, she could become Carter’s Luna and replace me as his fated mate.
But my soul floated in the air, forced to watch as Carter pulled her into his arms.

I’m the only daughter of the Smith family.
To get back early and see my fiancé, I stayed up three nights to finish the cooperation negotiations with Johnson ahead of time.
However, I accidentally run into my fiancé kissing his wife—the one who was supposed to be “dead.”
And through the bedroom door, I heard my fiancé’s voice:
“Ava? She’s just a bargaining chip in this deal. Her family, the underground fighting arena, the port—sooner or later, they’ll all be ours.”

I chased after my first love, Joe, for years and finally worked up the courage to confess—only to overhear him plotting to get me drunk as a plaything.
Just when I was in utter despair, his mafia brother, David, showed up and saved me from deep sorrow. He treated me gently like I was made of glass, gifted me a private estate, got down on one knee and proposed, saying he'd had a crush on me for years.
I thought I'd finally escaped hell and found my one true love—until his “lover” Ann came back with a boy who looked exactly like him and stole every bit of his attention.
David swore Ann was just my stand-in, but he kept leaving me for her again and again, even throwing himself in front of bullets for her in a shootout, saying, “For you, I can risk my life.”

I lost my heart to Vincent the moment I stepped into the Johnson family.
A Don thirty years older than me.
I knew this love was forbidden. Twisted. Ridiculous.
But I still chose to risk everything for it.
I deliberately got close to his son, Leon—the spoiled, reckless golden boy he treasured most. I tempted him, led him on, and step by step, just as I had planned, I married my way into the Johnson family as Leon’s wife.
On my wedding night, I climbed into Vincent’s bed.
In this scheme disguised as love, Vincent fell just as hard as I did.
And inside me, his child quietly began to grow.
A scorching, warped affair took root in the Johnson estate and spread like wildfire.

I was doted to the bone by the mafia heir, Ethan — he took bullets for me, endured 99 lashes, and promised to take me to see the Southern Sea that never freezes!
But he let Ashley get pregnant with his child.
He accused me of causing Elara’s pollen allergy, and even gave the only keepsake left by my mother — a bracelet — to Ashley as an apology.
He said, "It’s just a bracelet."

During an argument, he shoved me down, causing my head to bleed, yet he rushed to the hospital with Ashley, not even bothering to look back at me.
I lay in the hospital getting stitches, and his suit still carried Ashley’s perfume. He yelled at me, "You followed me to the hospital to cause trouble!" My heart shattered, yet he still lied to me, "I only love you. After this fake wedding, I’ll take you away!"

I’m just a blind woman whose sight was stolen by the mist.

And yet, for his ambition to become the Alpha King, I begged my brother Mason to venture deep into the forest and bring back the Moon Goddess’s Mark.

On Christmas, I carried that Mark in one hand and my pregnancy report in the other, my heart practically bursting with joy.

Then I caught my husband tangled up with Rory—the Omega who stayed by my side every day.

What shattered me most was this: my son’s death was never a surgical accident.

It was Andrew who wanted to give the heart of my son, Ethan, to Rory, who was sick with heart disease. He lied and told me those papers were for Ethan’s treatment, and tricked me into signing my name.

He mocked me, saying a blind woman couldn’t survive without him. But he didn’t understand what a mother’s resolve looks like.

My father was critically ill, wheeled into the operating room. As his attending physician and my husband, Aaron was nowhere to be found.
Dressed in my pajamas, I waited alone outside until the early hours, my hands trembling as I repeatedly dialed Aaron's number. Finally, the call connected, but a sweet, soft female voice answered on the other end: “I’m here with Aaron, and we’re admiring the Eiffel Tower!”
“Is that woman calling again? Jenny, can you tell her to stop? The lights of the Eiffel Tower are about to go out; can’t she behave herself?” Hearing Aaron's voice, my heart sank.
But before I could respond, the call was abruptly disconnected.

I am the white wolf princess of the Coyote Pack.
By the Moon Goddess’s decree, Barry was meant to be my fated mate. But during the peace negotiations, he gave me away—to Bayport’s crippled warrior, Colin—as a “hostage bride.”
Barry smiled carelessly, his voice cruelly tender.
“Emily, let me complete the bond with Evelyn first. This is just a deal. You are still my true Luna.”
My nails bit into my palms, pain hollowing out my chest. Evelyn was nothing but a low-blood she-wolf he had rescued from the border. Yet for her, he used a truce marriage alliance to force me into surrender.
Later, when I sought him out, I found him tending Evelyn’s wounds, wrapping her with gentle hands.
He looked up, his tone light as if it cost him nothing.
“If you let Evelyn be my mate alongside you, and divide half of your inheritance for her, I will withdraw the marriage alliance order.”

My long-lost twin sister has returned.
The first thing she did was demand to marry my fiancé.
Jayden, murmuring apologies, held her close as they walked into the city hall.
My family urged me to be generous, saying, "After all she’s been through, you owe her this much. You've had a good life all these years—why not let her have this?"
Until the day of their wedding, no one could find me.
But what they didn't know was that my body had been drifting at sea for over ten days.

I thought I was the Jones family's "legitimate wife."
Until the day I saw it with my own eyes, my husband, Carter, resting his hand on my stepsister Nora's bump belly, gentle like he was cradling the future.
Everyone told me to be "big-heated": when the baby was born, they'd put it under my name, make him call me Mom, because the family needed an "heir."
Even the private doctor they hired announced it in front of everyone—steady heartbeat, and from the ultrasound, it looked like a boy.
I didn't cry and didn't make a scene.
I just picked up the phone and told my lawyer to initiate the divestment.
Twenty-four hours later, Carter's cards were frozen, his projects got their loans yanked, and assets started getting seized—
That's when he finally understood: he hadn't betrayed a wife.
He'd betrayed the lifeline of the entire family.
But what I really wanted to know was—
When he dropped to his knees and begged me to come back, would I tell him— I had already picked out his grave?

My boyfriend pulled off a drone-sky proposal that lit up the entire city.
Crowds cheered, “Congratulations to Mr. Gunson and Mrs. Gunson—at last, true lovers become family.”
But the woman curled in his arms was his secretary.
The “me” in their mouths had long since turned to white bones beneath a mound of earth.

“The wedding will go on as planned.”
Darren sat in the dimly lit living room, his voice flat as if he were commenting on the weather. But the fabric of my dress was already wrinkled in my fists, my nails cutting crescents into my skin—because only hours ago, I had seen it with my own eyes.
The man with crippling OCD, who never let anyone touch his things, had casually lifted Paisley’s glass and taken a sip.
My wolf, Emily, snarled restlessly in my mind: “He’s betrayed us! Break the bond—call it off!”
But I clung to the last threads of hope, my gaze locked on the wedding ring at his finger—engraved with both our names. He once told me the ring was crafted with a strong magnet, which whenever we were near, they’d pull together. Proof, he said, of us being true Fate Mates.
Until the night of the Moon Ceremony.
I walked toward him in my white gown, only to catch the naked loathing in his eyes.
“The mate I longed for isn’t you. I regret this.”

News broke that a classmate had fallen from a building. The forensic assessment said it was homicide. Someone claimed they’d seen the killer: a young girl in a red coat.
The police came to our home. My stepsister shoved me forward. Mom said, “My daughter owns a red coat and she wasn’t at home yesterday.”

Sean Turner kissed his childhood sweetheart, Mia Moore, right in front of me.
He said he married me for benefits, not love.
He even tried to force me to give Mia my heart.
I agreed.
But after the transplant surgery, he regretted it—while I smiled.

Alessandro was supposed to be her protector.

Her brother’s closest friend.

The one man she trusted without question.
The night his father is murdered, trust dies with him.

Convinced the Moretti family is responsible, Alessandro returns to Naples burning for revenge. He doesn’t investigate. He doesn’t hesitate. He destroys. Elara becomes the price of his grief ripped from her life and forced into captivity by the very man who once promised to keep her safe.

Her marriage doesn’t save her.

Her pregnancy doesn’t stop him.

One by one, everything she loves is taken from her until survival becomes her only remaining instinct. Trapped in a world ruled by violence and control, Elara must endure a man who claims her as punishment… and slowly begins to want her as something more dangerous.

Then the truth surfaces.

The Morettis were never guilty.
Her father was never a murderer.

The war was built on a lie.

Now Alessandro must face the reality that the woman he shattered was innocent and Elara must decide what to do with the truth when forgiveness may be more impossible than hate.

In a world shattered by monsters, the only thing more dangerous than a lost memory is a forgotten identity.
Lena is a survivor. For years, she has weathered the harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape by following one rule: trust no one. But when she finds an amnesiac man near death in the wilderness—a man with kind eyes and a strength that is anything but human—she makes a choice that will unravel her solitary existence.
She calls him Cain, but the shattered-moon tattoo on his back brands him as Kaelen, the long-dead Alpha of the powerful Sky-Fall pack. His return triggers a brutal civil war with the usurper who stole his throne and his fated mate. Hunted by Lycan assassins and a fanatical human commander desperate for the secrets locked in Lena's own past, their only hope lies in embracing the very power Kaelen can't remember and Lena has always feared.
As they uncover a conspiracy that threatens not just the pack, but the future of every living thing, Kaelen must fight for a kingdom he doesn't know and Lena must confront a legacy she tried to bury. In a world of broken thrones and fated bonds, they will discover that the greatest choice is not between love and duty, but between who you are told you must be, and who you choose to become.

"What do you mean it’s over?" Bella’s voice trembled, her heart shattering with every word.

"You heard me. I can’t be with you anymore," Michael said coldly, watching as tears streamed down her face.

"I did everything for you. I sent you to school, supported your career, and now I mean nothing?" Bella cried, falling to her knees, her emotions spiraling out of control.

"I’ll send you money for your dad’s hospital bills, but you’re not the one for me," Michael replied dismissively.

Bella’s world collapses when the man she’s loved for six years walks away, choosing Vivian a woman she once called a friend and the younger daughter of the powerful Copperfield family.

Despite warnings from her best friend, Elowen, Bella trusted Michael. Now, she’s left heartbroken and betrayed.

Swearing off love, Bella focuses on rebuilding her life and plotting her revenge. But her plans take an unexpected turn when David Copperfield the ruthless billionaire and CEO of Copperfield Group enters her life. Abandoned on his wedding day, David offers Bella a one-year contract marriage, needing her to protect his reputation and restore his pride.

How will Bella react when she discovers David has a son with a mysterious mother?
With her father’s life hanging by a thread, can she survive this cold-hearted arrangement?
And what will she do when she uncovers the ultimate betrayal that the man she’s called her father isn’t her real father, and she’s been living a lie?

I gave my heart to Ethan Cole long before I understood what love truly was.

As my brother's best friend, Ethan was always there. He protected me, fought for me, and made me believe that maybe one day he would see me as more than a kid following him around. For years, I loved him in silence, holding on to a hope I should have let go.

Then one reckless night changed everything.

For a few stolen hours, Ethan made me believe my feelings weren't one-sided. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me, made me think I finally meant something to him. But when morning came, he shattered that illusion with four devastating words.

"You're like a sister to me."

Heartbroken and humiliated, I left town determined to forget him and never look back.

What I didn't know was that fate had something far worse waiting for me.

The mate I was bonded to became my greatest nightmare. The man who was supposed to love and protect me turned my life into a prison of pain, betrayal, and fear. When he murdered our pup, he destroyed the last piece of me that still believed happiness was possible.

Five years later, I return home carrying scars no one can see and secrets I would do anything to keep buried. I expect my brother to be waiting for me at the airport.

Instead, I come face to face with Ethan Cole.

The man who broke my heart.

The man I never truly forgot.

And the moment our eyes meet, I realize the past isn't finished with either of us.

Warning: This is a Dark Romance.

Who says gods can't be villains? Everyone believes the immortal Lycan King is the monster. After all, every woman who has become his wife has died within a week.

So when plus-size Zara Ashwood is sold to the ruthless Lycan King by her own father, she knows she's been sacrificed for greed. She's nothing more than the king's sixth doomed bride, a disposable woman sent to die.
But instead of burying her like the others, the king gives her a terrifying choice. “Survive one week as my wife and become the surrogate carrying my heir.”

Trapped inside the palace of a man feared by both wolves and humans, Zara endures humiliation, cruelty, and a husband whose cold heart has never belonged to anyone. She vows to escape before she becomes the next name engraved on his graveyard of wives.
The problem?
The longer she stays, the more the ruthless king refuses to let her go. What begins as hatred turns into obsession. The monster who never looked back after losing five wives suddenly cannot bear the thought of losing one more.

I used to love Damiano Valentino.

We met in high school, and when he left, he promised me we would never meet again.

I was heartbroken.

But I never stopped hoping that one day, he would come back.

He did.

Only, the Damiano who returned was no longer the boy I remembered.

He came back to Ireland for revenge after his mother was murdered. And when he discovered the truth, my family became the target of his vengeance.

Now, he looks at me with cold, murderous eyes, as if the girl he once loved means nothing to him anymore.

“You told me you wouldn't force me. You told me you would let me decide!” I cried, tears running down my cheeks.

A dark smirk crossed his face.

“I told you I wouldn't touch you.”

He stepped closer.

“But I never said when.”

My heart shattered.

This wasn't the Damiano I fell in love with.

This was a man consumed by revenge.

And now he has given me a choice.

Become his plaything...

Or watch him destroy my family.

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.
Only when I slipped off that pearl ring did I understand—
Some love stories, from the very beginning, are nothing but long letters written to someone else.

My fiancé, Liam Miller, slapped me more than a dozen times in front of everyone over his childhood sweetheart.
Then he shoved me down a spiral staircase.
Both my legs were shattered. My skull cracked open. I spent an entire month in the ICU.
He never came to see me.
Not once.
He was too busy staying by Sophia’s side, planning her birthday party, and getting down on one knee in front of everyone to propose to her.
As for me, I couldn’t even get through the doors of his headquarters anymore. My access had been revoked. My position had been taken. Every trace of my place in his world had been erased.
Nine years.
From nineteen to twenty-eight, I gave him the best years of my life.
In the end, I had given them to the wrong man.
On the day I was discharged, I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cling to him and beg for answers.
I simply called my mother.
“Mom,” I said calmly, “that overseas mafia empire you wanted me to inherit? I’m ready to take it.”
There was a brief silence on the other end.
Then my mother said, “I’ve waited ten years for this day.”
The night before my flight, Liam’s messages flooded my phone.
“Emma, I was wrong. Don’t go.”
What do you think?
Would I ever look back?

On my wedding day, I ran, still in my wedding dress not because I wanted to, but because my mother had a car accident.
By the time I got to the hospital, Lucia Vitale, Finn’s mother, threw a five-million-dollar check at me and told me to leave her son.
Before I could even respond, the door was kicked open.
Finn stood in the doorway.
He raised his phone and played a forged recording.
“My mom needs the money… I know I’m not good enough for him… I’ll leave him…”
He didn’t listen to my explanation.
He dragged me out of the hospital room, shoved me into a car, and took me to the Vitale estate on Long Island.
The room he locked me in had bars on the windows.
There were listening devices hidden in the walls.
“You’re my wife,” he said coldly.
“What’s the difference between a wife and a prisoner?”
For six months, I endured his imprisonment and endured him bringing women to the room next to mine.
The women he brought home.
Every night, their moans echoed through the walls.
Meanwhile, Finn was on a private island, celebrating his mistress Isabella Moretti’s birthday.
A forty-million-dollar island.
A heart lit up in the sky by drones.
Isabella said,“he never loved you. You were just a mistake.”
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.
But I knew one thing: escape, or face death.

At the Jones family’s political marriage gala, the New York mafia’s most public “celebration”, I, Isabella Rossi, who was a bargaining chip, had been Donovan Jones’s wife for five years.
He was the world’s top perfumer, the kind of man who could coax a scent from his fingertips that made people go mad-and yet, to him, I was a flower with no fragrance at all.
Five years of this marriage, and he had never touched me. The villa’s master bedroom was always his alone, while I was nothing but the “Mrs. Jones” in name-a decorative prop trapped in a luxury cage, so insignificant that even the servants dared to look down on me in secret.
When both sets of parents pressured us for a baby, he wrapped an arm around a famous model and sneered,
“A woman raised off a template like you is only good for taking care of a kid, not for sleeping with.”
He left me behind in the bridal suite-with his younger brother.
Then he took his new fling out street-racing.
That same night, a video of him and the model hooking up in a car shot straight to the top of the entertainment headlines.
And I became New York media’s favorite punchline: the “DISCARDED TROPHY WIFE.”
Just when everyone thought I’d spend the night alone, guarding an empty bed,
I crooked a finger at that eight-pack, absurdly good-looking brother-in-law of mine.
Donovan, you’re right-I am pretty suited to “taking care of a kid.”
Just not a baby. A 6'2", baby-faced college boy.

I’d spent six years working under an alias for the High Council.
The day I came home, I happened to see my daughter being slapped by a woman and forced to kneel down.
I slapped the woman back and called my husband, Derek.
The call connected. In the background, I heard his newlywed wife giggling.
In a voice so cold I barely recognized it, he said, “No one can save you.”
Then he hung up.

That woman sneered, “Here, even the air you breathe belongs to Alpha Derek!”
She had no idea Derek only went from an ordinary Gamma to a Pack king because I’d been laying the road for him from behind the curtain.
Now he had his precious wife and son in his arms, and he still let them treat my daughter like a dog.

I smiled.
If he’d forgotten who lifted him onto the throne.
Then I wouldn’t mind dragging him down with my own hands.

“I’m the one deciding your fate, Derek.”
I took my daughter’s hand and looked straight at the man in front of me.
“Game over. Your Alpha era ends here.”

In her past life, she gave everything to her brothers, but all they saw was the fake heiress. They even went as far as turning her life into a living hell for the sake of that imposter, leaving her to die in agony.

Reborn and unyielding, she cut all ties with her family and set her sights on revenge.

Want her to return to the family?

Not a chance! She’s already had a whirlwind marriage and transferred her name to a disabled tycoon’s registry!

Want her to call them "brother"?

As if!

Let them cry, let them regret, let them beg for forgiveness—she’d just laugh in their faces!

Let them suffer, let them kneel, let their world fall apart—she’d be front row, popcorn in hand.

When Pack Alpha returned to take charge of Zenith Global Corporation, he never expected his wallet to be stolen so effortlessly in broad daylight. Adina barely had time to be pleased before Alaric caught her red-handed.
The moment they touched, a ripple went through both their hearts; they instantly knew the other was their mate. Gradually deepening, their connection enticed them both. Alaric carefully crafted a gilded cage for Adina, patiently awaiting the canary's capture. Adina, with her enchanting allure, melted into his embrace, her soft murmurs bewitching him.

I used to think I was the one he’d fight to the death to protect.
Three years ago, I changed my name, erased my past, and slipped away from a brutal family power struggle. I lived like a shadow, working at a tiny company by the docks.
Then came the accident—the gunshots, the chaos. I saved Noah, the coldest heir of the Miller Family. And he went insane over me. He put me on a pedestal: bought an entire sugar factory just to make “sweetness for me alone,” chartered a jet for a meteor shower, even walked into a kidnapping trap by himself to trade his life for mine. Everyone said he was ruthless—yet he was impossibly gentle with me.
Then I learned the truth.
Those three days every month when he “disappeared to be punished” was never for me. He was back at the old estate, playing husband to his wife… and father to their twins.
The day I caught it, I thought I’d break. I thought I’d scream, demand answers, rip everything apart.

I'd sacrificed everything—my savings, my future—to rescue a memoryless man from the twisted wreckage of his car. Day by day, we developed feelings for each other. He slipped a simple silver ring onto my finger, calling me his sole comfort, the only light in his life.
However, the light was violently extinguished the day his true wife burst into the hospital. Her bodyguards slamming me against the wall was just the beginning. As the blows rained down, I learned his real identity: Ethan Vance, the heir of the richest family in the L City.
The most damning evidence was their marriage certificate, issued two years before we had met. The ultimate betrayal came as his wife deliberately snapped my fingers and stripped me of my last shred of dignity. He saw it all with icy detachment, then turned and pulled her close. "Lana doesn’t need to be reasonable. I’m the one backing her ".

I was once “The BOSS’ wife” of the Moscato family of the Paris Mafia, the one everyone addressed with fear as Donna. Until that night, when iron lamps roared in the warehouse and scalding oil rolled—my own younger brother was hung over a vat of boiling oil, and my husband, the cold-faced Don Lydon, pushed me into hell with one sentence: “Have you learned your lesson?”
More absurd still, the two sons I had raised with my own hands stood by, helping his first love, Agnes, testify against me. In that instant I understood: my marriage, my family affection, my kindness—they had stomped all of it into the oil and fried it to shreds.
I was suppressed when I called the police, refused when I begged for a doctor, mocked when I sought a divorce—yet I still slapped the divorce certificate down on his coffee table: I’m leaving. I don’t want any of you.

When I walked out of Moon Shade’s prison, I still didn’t even know what crime I was supposed to have committed.
A black SUV idled outside the iron gate. Charles stepped out. He had once been my fiancé; now he looked like he was here to pick up trouble. “Get in.”
The second I sat on the seat; his phone lit up. On the screen, a single name popped up—Sophia.
The girl who had taken everything that used to be mine.
I stayed silent, watching the snow outside the window. Three years ago, every bit of tenderness in this world embraced me; two years later, when I finally woke up, they were suddenly all orbiting around Sophia, calling her “so pitiful,” calling me “too extreme,” saying prison would help me calm down.
I honestly believed I was still the one they cared about most—until the night I typed my own birthday into the keypad and the front door stayed locked. When I entered Sophia’s birthday instead, the door clicked open instantly.

"Tomorrow, dress formal. We're going back for the family sit-down."
"Are you going to make our relationship public?"
"Public what? You—as my Consigliere, or... as my mistress."
At the pre-engagement dinner, he picked simple Italian dishes, Black Forest cake, and pink-and-white roses for Amelie. Side by side, they smiled as they reminisced about their "fated encounters," his ears even turning red.
"We kept ‘running into’ each other in high school," she said.
I lowered my eyes with a small, bitter smile—those had all been his carefully designed coincidences.
When the accident happened, he pulled her into his arms first. "Don't be scared. Look at me." I shivered among shattered glass and the smell of blood. He never once looked at me.
Later, with the wedding was half prepared, I returned my signet ring, keys, and comm devices according to family rules, took my parents and emigrated. The sea wind shredded those passed New York nights.

“Wendy, are you absolutely sure you want to sign this document?”
The Elder’s voice rang in my ears—cold, distant.
“Once your bond with Alpha John is dissolved, you’ll lose everything tied to the Blackthorn Pack.”
I gripped the pen so hard my knuckles turned white.
“Yes. I’m sure.”
But just as the tip touched the paper—
BANG!
The door was kicked open with a violent crash.
Alpha John stormed in, eyes bloodshot, and wrapped his hand around my throat.
“You dare?!”
Blood slipped from the corner of my lips… but I laughed.
Because I knew—he would never discover the truth.
That his dear uncle, Alpha Vincent, was hiding in my closet at this very moment.
And the fresh bite mark on my lower belly… still burned from last night.
As if fate was mocking me, my sweet little sister Penny sent a message right then:
“Sis, wanna know a secret? That miscarriage you had? John planned it. He made it happen.”

I once believed that my inability to bear children was my original sin.
So I endured my Alpha husband Ethan’s excessive favoritism toward our“old friend,” Lyra,
and swallowed the growing hatred of our adopted son, Lucas.

Until our eighth marking anniversary, when I obtained irrefutable proof—
Confirmed: Lyra is the biological mother of Lucas.

That very night, Lyra sent me a “family portrait” of the three of them.

Letter by letter, I typed my reply:
May the Moon Goddess bless you.

Ethan kicked the door open in fury.
Lucas called me a “bad mom.”

In that moment, my heart died—and with it came a strange calm.

I took out the long-sealed mate bond termination agreement and placed it on the table.

“I’ve already signed the last page,” I said evenly. “If you have any questions, my lawyer will contact you.”

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Godfrey Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd.
He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.”
But what about me?
What was I to him? A replacement?
It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.

My Alpha, Ryan, not only cheated but also declared that our marriage was "open" and told me not to interfere with his relationship with Beta Emily. I was both furious and heartbroken. In order to get back at him, I followed the advice of the rogue wolf Luke and made him my "fake boyfriend" to provoke Alpha Ryan. Just then, the young and beautiful Omega Alex stormed into my life like a whirlwind, fervently pursuing me. I’m determined to take back what’s mine and make those who have hurt me realize that I, Julie, am not someone to mess with!

Five years ago, my biological parents brought me back from the orphanage to the Blue Moon Pack, and suddenly, I was the so-called true Alpha heir.
But my return ruined everything for the fake Alpha heir, Yolanda.
She teamed up with some rogue wolves to kidnap me, then ran me down with her own car, crushing my legs. I went from being the pack’s golden girl to a cripple stuck in a wheelchair.
I thought my parents would get justice for me. I thought my fated mate, Joseph, actually loved me.
But five years later, I found out the truth: Yolanda never died.
My biological parents hid her away, and she's been living a rich, easy life. Joseph already had pups with her, and the only reason he married me was to get me to sign a letter forgiving Yolanda.
Even my treatment for the past five years? A total setup.
They never wanted me to heal. They never wanted me to walk again. They just wanted me helpless, someone they could control forever.

Galadriel discovers that Alpha Lorcan has betrayed her and is having an affair with his sister-in-law, Marigold. Using a hidden computer, she finds explicit photos and videos of the two of them, and she publicly exposes them. Beta Aurelian provides her comfort, and she decides to perform the mate ceremony with Aurelian. Suddenly, Alpha Lorcan bursts in, demanding that Galadriel not bond with Beta Aurelian. As tensions rise, Aurelian reveals his true identity.

Alpha Ethan signed a marriage contract with me to save his heart-sick crush—
in exchange for my heart.
On the day of the wedding, I was pushed onto the operating table.
Her heart was taken.
He was kissing his bride,
while I died alone on a cold hospital bed.
But fate gave me a second life—
I returned as the most power ful Alpha, Evelyn,
vowing to make every betrayer pay in blood.
Alpha Ethan thought I was still the helpless little Omega.
He never expected me to come back—
with a lethal power ,
and memories sharp enough to kill him.

I was eagerly awaiting the birth of my child,
only to be told that the one who died wasn't my Alpha Zachary, but his twin brother Beta Ethan !
The family forced him to take care of both me and Sophia,
making me share everything with her.
Sophia slapped me, nearly killing the child in my womb!
Alpha Zachary bluntly said that he only loved Sophia,
marrying me only to fulfill his brother's legacy.
Now that the child was born, he felt no debt to me.
Those words sliced through my heart, destroying everything I held dear.
It hurt so much I could hardly breathe, but I will never endure this again!
This time, I will fight for myself and my child,
and make them pay the painful price for their betrayal!

When the earthquake struck, my fated mate—Alpha Cassian—instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full impact and breaking nearly every bone.
In the hospital room, the girl next door sighed enviously. "Luna Yolanda,Alpha Cassian risked his life to save you. He really loves you."
I forced a smile. "Yes."
But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom and spoke in a gentle voice, comforting his eighteen-year-old mistress—Rosalind Graves.
"I'm fine, don’t cry, be good."
"As long as I think of you, I'm not afraid of anything."
Cassian and I grew up together. From first love to now, it has been ten years.
We are the Blue Moon Pack’s model mates—admired by all.
No one knows he has a secret lover.
A girl who looks just like me when I was eighteen.

I thought love was enough.
I thought saving the Ember Claw Pack with everything I had—my heart, my loyalty, even my body—meant something. It led to a Moon Ceremony… and a marriage to Alpha William, the man I gave my soul to.
But love doesn’t protect you from betrayal.
Especially not when the one he truly wanted was never me.
I was glowing with the joy of carrying our pup when I walked in on him—holding her.
Quinn.
The fated mate everyone believed to be dead. Alive. Back. In his arms.
And me? Just the mistake he settled for.
"I only married you out of gratitude," he said, barely meeting my eyes.
Then, turning to Quinn with a softness I never got, he added, "If she hadn’t sold her ancestral land to save the pack, I would’ve never completed the Moon Ceremony with her."
And the final blow?
"So what if she found out? I’ll just say I thought she was you that night we slept together."
That night—The one I thought meant everything.
But it didn’t end with him.

I am the wife of Don Nikolai. For years, I endured his violence and the constant humiliation from his mistress, Sofia.
On a stormy night, I saved a boy named Silvio — the sole survivor of a massacre ordered by Nikolai — and raised him as my adopted son. I never imagined he would become my shield. When Nikolai struck me, Silvio stepped forward and shouted, “You will not hit her!” When Sofia provoked me, he stood up for me every time.
While risking his life to hone his skills, Silvio secretly gathered evidence of Nikolai’s crimes. When the Don sensed betrayal, he sent Silvio on a mission meant to kill him — then turned his brutality on me.
As I lay dying, Silvio returned, bloodied and broken, and threw a punch at Nikolai.
“I came back,” he roared, “to kill you!”
After coming of age, he confessed:
“I was never truly your son. I want to marry you.”

My own sister is my husband -Alpha’s mistress.

She needed a liver transplant,

So he killed pup.

What's even more ironic,

On the day I found out I was pregnant,

I ran into my husband accompanying her for her prenatal examination.

My pup is gone.

How can the people responsible for his death deserve happiness?

Feeling the new life growing inside me,

I will make sure they pay for their actions.

My fake Alpha husband Logan married my classmate Fecility, who is also my half-sister. Even more shocking, I too was pregnant.

I knew our marriage was arranged, but I didn’t know you could be so treacherous. I am the Luna who held the power and status, yet you betrayed me for Felicity. Even though I was pregnant and endured so much for you, you still chose to break our vows. I was deceived and humiliated by the two of you, and now, as I stand on the verge of ruin, the truth is about to surface.

What will your fate be when the truth is finally revealed?

After eight years of marriage, my mate, Alpha Xavier, had slept with nearly all my female subordinates at the Blue Moon Pack house—and even my friends.
Rumors spread in the Blue Moon Pack House that if a woman wanted to become Alpha Xavier’s lover, she first had to befriend or work under Luna Emma.
I turned a blind eye to his affairs because I was pregnant. My pup was already seven months along, and I believed that once I gave birth, everything would get better.
Until one day, as I was heading for a routine check-up, his latest mistress sent me a video of them having sex. She wanted to drive me insane.