
30 Days Left: The Rejected White Wolf's Countdown
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On our wedding night, my Fated Mate, Alpha Cedric, left our bed to care for his mistress. He told me our marriage was just an obligation.
But the real betrayal came months later on a rooftop.
When Rogues demanded a trade, Cedric didn't hesitate. He chose to save Jayden because of her "heart condition," handing me—his pregnant wife—over to the killers.
"You are stronger," he said as he pushed me toward them.
I fell from the building. I survived, but our unborn pup didn't.
Instead of comfort, I woke up to handcuffs. Cedric believed Jayden’s lies that I staged the kidnapping for attention.
He threw me into the dungeon, shackling my wrists with silver cuffs that burned my flesh, while Jayden poisoned my food with wolfsbane.
He stripped me of my title and dignity, never realizing that the "fragile" woman he protected was the true monster.
He didn't know about the glowing rune on my chest counting down the seconds I had left. He didn't know I was the legendary White Wolf, and my time was up.
On my final night, I asked for one last ride on the Ferris wheel where we first met.
At midnight, as Cedric rushed back to the amusement park, he didn't find a body. He found only my empty clothes and a text message on the seat.
"Don't look for me, Cedric. I'm giving my wolf back to the moon."
As he watched the security footage, he finally saw me dissolve into stardust and ascend to the sky, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt too quiet.
30 Days Left: The Rejected White Wolf's Countdown Chapter 1
On our wedding night, my Fated Mate, Alpha Cedric, left our bed to care for his mistress. He told me our marriage was just an obligation.
But the real betrayal came months later on a rooftop.
When Rogues demanded a trade, Cedric didn't hesitate. He chose to save Jayden because of her "heart condition," handing me—his pregnant wife—over to the killers.
"You are stronger," he said as he pushed me toward them.
I fell from the building. I survived, but our unborn pup didn't.
Instead of comfort, I woke up to handcuffs. Cedric believed Jayden’s lies that I staged the kidnapping for attention.
He threw me into the dungeon, shackling my wrists with silver cuffs that burned my flesh, while Jayden poisoned my food with wolfsbane.
He stripped me of my title and dignity, never realizing that the "fragile" woman he protected was the true monster.
He didn't know about the glowing rune on my chest counting down the seconds I had left. He didn't know I was the legendary White Wolf, and my time was up.
On my final night, I asked for one last ride on the Ferris wheel where we first met.
At midnight, as Cedric rushed back to the amusement park, he didn't find a body. He found only my empty clothes and a text message on the seat.
"Don't look for me, Cedric. I'm giving my wolf back to the moon."
As he watched the security footage, he finally saw me dissolve into stardust and ascend to the sky, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt too quiet.
Chapter 1
Kacie POV:
The bridal suite reeked of moonflowers. It was a cloying, suffocating sweetness meant to encourage fertility, but tonight, it just smelled like a wake. I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, my fingers gripping the silk sheets so tightly my knuckles turned white.
My inner wolf, Serenity, was usually a source of warmth. But tonight, she was silent, curled into a tight, shivering ball in the darkest corner of my mind. She was suffering from the Wolf's Wither-a nasty piece of biology that rotted a wolf from the inside out when their human half was rejected by a fated mate.
The door clicked open.
A gust of cold air rushed in, carrying a scent that made my heart hammer against my ribs-storm clouds, ozone, and deep, dark pine. Cedric Moon. My Alpha. My husband. And my Fated Mate.
Cedric walked in, loosening his tie. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at the lace nightgown I had spent hours choosing. He walked straight to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of amber whiskey.
"Cedric," I whispered, my voice trembling.
He paused, his back to me. The air in the room grew heavy, pressurized by his sheer existence. In a wolf pack, the Alpha is absolute authority. Even without him using his Alpha Command, the weight of him was suffocating.
"Go to sleep, Kacie," he said, his voice flat.
"It's our wedding night," I said, forcing myself to stand. My legs felt like jelly. "You haven't... you haven't marked me."
The Marking. The bite that mixed our scents and bound our souls. Without it, this marriage was a sham. Without it, Serenity would continue to rot.
Cedric turned around. His hazel eyes were dead cold. "I told you before the ceremony. This is a marriage of obligation. I will provide for you. You will carry the Moon heir. But do not expect love."
"But we are Mates," I pleaded, taking a step toward him. "The Moon Goddess paired us. You feel the sparks, don't you? When we touch?"
I reached out, my fingertips brushing his hand. Static electricity, hot and sharp, snapped between us.
Cedric flinched and yanked his hand away like I was a hot stove. A look of conflict flashed across his face, quickly replaced by anger.
Suddenly, his eyes glazed over. The milky film of a Mind-Link.
As the Luna-even an unmarked one-I should have heard it. But he had walled me out.
A moment later, his focus snapped back. Panic replaced the coldness.
"I have to go," he said, grabbing his jacket.
"Go? Where?" I asked, incredulous. "Cedric, please."
"It's Jayden," he said, already moving toward the door. "She's having a panic attack. She says her scar is hurting."
Jayden Moore. The name tasted like ash. The daughter of the former Beta, the woman who claimed she took a silver knife meant for Cedric years ago. That scar was her trophy, her leash around Cedric's neck.
"She is an adult wolf, Cedric! She has doctors. You are her Alpha, not her nurse!" I cried out.
Cedric stopped at the door. He turned, a low rumble vibrating in his chest. A warning.
"She saved my life, Kacie. She is the responsibility of this family. Unlike you, who only got into this bed because I was drugged and needed a body to cool the fever."
The words were a physical blow. I stumbled back.
He was referring to the night of the Heat. A business rival had dosed him with a potent aphrodisiac wolfsbane mix. I had found him. I had given myself to him to save his life because my blood-the blood of a White Wolf, though he didn't know it-could neutralize the toxin.
"I saved you too," I whispered.
"You took advantage of a compromised Alpha," he spat. "Take your suppressants. I don't want a child conceived in this mess."
He tossed a bottle of pills onto the bed. Then he slammed the door, leaving me alone in the scent of moonflowers.
I collapsed onto the floor. My chest burned. Not from heartbreak, but from something far more ancient.
I pulled down the collar of my nightgown. Over my heart, a glowing rune was etched into my skin. The Goddess's Covenant.
Three years ago, I was dying. I made a deal with the Moon Goddess. I traded my future for three years of health, just to meet my Fated Mate. To feel that love once.
The rune pulsed red. A number appeared in the center of the intricate design.
30 Days.
The countdown had begun.
"I didn't ask for much," I whispered to the empty room, tears streaming down my face. "Just to be loved before I die."
Serenity let out a mournful howl in my mind, a sound of pure desolation that echoed into the silence.
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30 Days Left: The Rejected White Wolf's Countdown of Contents
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Damien is danger wrapped in charm...intense, controlling, and impossible to ignore. Ethan, on the other hand, is steady, kind, and grounding...the only place she feels safe when everything else feels like it's slipping away.
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One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel.
As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.

7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.

7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.

7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?

9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.








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