30 Days Left: The Rejected White Wolf's Countdown
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.
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Chapter 7
Kacie POV:
The gala was suffocating. I hid in the shadows near the catering tables, trying to make myself as small as possible. Watching Cedric dance with Jayden was like having my chest cavity scooped out with a spoon.
"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."
I looked up. A man stood before me. He smelled of rot and old whiskey. His eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were expensive but unkempt. A Rogue who had managed to sneak in, or perhaps a guest who had fallen from grace.
"Excuse me," I said, trying to step around him.
He blocked my path. He inhaled deeply, a disgusting, wet sound. "You smell... interesting. Like rot, but underneath that... milk. And new blood."
My hand flew to my stomach. The nausea from this morning. The tightness. No. It couldn't be.
"Let me pass," I said, channeling what little authority I had left.
"Your shoes are dirty," the Rogue sneered. He pointed at his muddy boots. "Clean them. Maybe if you show you're good at serving, the Alpha will keep you as a maid."
"No," I said.
The Rogue grabbed my hair. Pain shot through my scalp. "I said, clean them!"
He forced me down. My knees hit the hard marble floor. The humiliation was a hot brand on my skin. People were watching. Whispering. No one stepped in. To them, an unmarked female without her Alpha's protection was fair game.
I reached for a napkin, my hands shaking. I wiped the mud from his boot. I had no pride left. I just wanted to survive the night.
Thud!
The Rogue went flying across the room, crashing into a table of champagne flutes.
Cedric stood over me, his chest heaving, his fists clenched. His eyes were glowing gold.
"Get up," he hissed at me, grabbing my arm and hauling me to my feet.
He didn't ask if I was okay. He dragged me toward the exit, his grip bruising.
We got into the elevator. The doors closed, sealing us in.
"You are a disgrace," Cedric spat. "Kneeling for a Rogue? Have you no pride? You are wearing the Moon Pack name!"
"I have no pride because you took it all!" I screamed back, the dam finally breaking. "You gave my dress to your mistress! You gave my protection stone to her! You leave me defenseless and then blame me when I get attacked?"
"She is not my mistress! She is family!"
"She is a snake, Cedric! And you are blind!"
Suddenly, the elevator lurched to a halt. The lights flickered and died. An emergency alarm blared.
Mind-Link: Cedric! Help! They have me! The roof!
It was Jayden's voice, screaming in my head because the connection to the Alpha was open.
Cedric pried the elevator doors open with his bare hands. We were on the top floor. He sprinted toward the roof access, and I ran after him, my heart pounding.
On the windy rooftop, chaos reigned.
The Rogue from the ballroom-the one Cedric had hit-was there. But he wasn't alone. Three other men surrounded Jayden, holding her near the edge of the building.
"Back off, Alpha!" the leader shouted. He held a silver knife to Jayden's throat.
"Let her go," Cedric growled, his voice vibrating with the Alpha Command.
"Not a chance. We know about the Bloodstone," the Rogue laughed. "We can't hurt her easily with that rock around her neck. It repels the blade. But we need a hostage to get out of the city."
The Rogue looked at me. Then he looked at Cedric.
"A trade," the Rogue grinned. "The girl with the magic stone is too much trouble. Give us the wife. She's pregnant, isn't she? I can smell the pup on her. Double the prize."
The world stopped.
I froze. Pregnant?
I looked down at my flat stomach. The morning sickness. The scent changes I thought were just Jayden's perfume. A tiny, flickering spark of life, nestled deep within my womb. A pup. A miracle given my weak condition.
Cedric froze too. He looked at me, his eyes widening. He inhaled deeply, testing the air. He smelled it too. The subtle change in my scent.
"No," Cedric whispered.
"Choose, Alpha!" the Rogue shouted, pushing Jayden closer to the ledge. "The protected one, or the breeder? We take one, you get the other."
Jayden let out a sob. "Cedric! He's going to drop me! My heart... I can't breathe!"
Cedric looked at Jayden, panic flaring in his eyes. He looked at the Bloodstone around her neck. It offered protection, yes, but not from a fall.
Then he looked at me. At his pregnant wife.
"Kacie has the White Wolf blood," he muttered to himself, a frantic rationalization. "She heals faster. She's strong. Jayden is dying."
He made his choice.
"Take Kacie," Cedric said. His voice was cracked, broken, but clear.
"Cedric!" I screamed, stepping back. "I am carrying your child!"
"I will come for you," he said, avoiding my eyes. "I promise. Just... go with them. I have to save Jayden."
He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me toward the Rogues.
I stumbled forward. The Rogue grabbed me, his rough hands bruising my arms. He shoved Jayden toward Cedric.
Cedric caught Jayden, wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her neck to comfort her.
The Rogue laughed. "Pleasure doing business."
Then, a gunshot rang out. A police sniper from the adjacent building.
The Rogue jerked. In his death spasm, he didn't hold onto me. He shoved me.
Hard.
I flew backward. Over the edge of the parapet.
"Cedric!" I screamed.
I saw him turn. I saw his hand reach out. But he didn't let go of Jayden to catch me.
The wind roared in my ears. The city lights blurred into streaks of neon. I fell into the darkness, my hands cradling my stomach, apologizing to the life that had barely begun.
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7.6
Cierra Monroe never meant to steal her mother's life.
One veil. One signature. One wedding meant to save her family....But lies spoken at an altar don't disappear.
Dominic Vance remembers the girl who stood beside him. The way she trembled. The way her eyes lingered.
And when the truth comes out, he doesn't let her go.
What starts as a secret turns into obsession.
What feels like protection becomes control.
And love quickly turns violent.
Cierra is hunted, locked away, and forced to choose between men who all want her for different reasons.
Her boyfriend fights for her freedom.
Her protector betrays her trust.
And her stepfather decides she belongs to him.
Blood is spilled.
Guns are raised.
Promises are broken.
And Cierra learns too late that some vows never end... even when they were never meant to be real.
Because not all that glitters is gold.
Sometimes... all that glitters is my stepdad.
8.4
I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me.
Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face.
Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds.
With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor.
"We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed.
The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire.
The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck.
I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash.
In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath.
I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later.
I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall.
"I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.
8.8
The Offering of the Blood Moon
In the savage and intoxicating kingdom of the Legion, the Blood Moon does not simply rise it awakens a hunger that demands to be satisfied... by flesh, by fire, by fate.
Kiana was raised to hate the beasts and fear the shadows, to believe that being taken meant losing everything. But when she is torn from her village and delivered into the arms of Silas, the Alpha King, she discovers the truth is far more dangerous
Her greatest threat is not death.
It's the way her body betrays her in his presence.
Silas is dominance carved into living form iron muscle, quiet authority, and a darkness that wraps around her like a slow, suffocating promise. He is a king who does not ask, He takes,He commands, He owns, Yet the one woman who should fall at his feet dares to meet his gaze, challenge his control, and ignite something wild beneath his carefully restrained power.
And Silas... does not walk away from what tempts him.
Their connection is immediate. Violent. Addictive.
Every clash of words burns hotter than the last. Every step closer feels like crossing a line neither of them can uncross. The tension between them coils tight, thick with heat and unspoken hunger, until even the air feels too heavy to breathe.
In the quiet shadows of the royal chambers, where the moonlight spills like liquid silver across bare skin, resistance begins to crack. The scent of cedar and rain clings to him as he closes in, his presence overwhelming, his touch slow and deliberate-like he already knows exactly how she'll respond.
And she does.
Every time.
His hands don't just touch they linger. Claim. Promise.
Every brush of his lips is not gentle... it's consuming.
And when his mouth finds the sensitive curve of her neck, Kiana's defiance falters, her breath catching as something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous rises to the surface an aching, restless need she cannot fight, no matter how hard she tries.
Because this is not just desire.
It is a bond that burns.
A pull that tightens.
A hunger that refuses to be denied.
Yet the closer they get, the more dangerous the line becomes.
Between control... and surrender.
Between hatred... and craving.
Between captor... and something far more consuming.
Because under the Blood Moon, nothing is ever halfway.
And once you're claimed...
There is no escape.
7.4
"I wanted to ruin her. Instead, I craved her."
Revenge was all Clemente Cassano ever lived for. The son of Sicily's most feared mafia leader, he swore to destroy the man who betrayed his family. His plan was simple-break the daughter, Vivian Gustavo, and watch her father burn.
But Vivian wasn't fragile. She was fire-untouchable, ruthless, intoxicating. And the deeper Santiago pulled her into his darkness, the more he realized she wasn't his enemy... she was his weakness.
8.6
For six years, Lainey devoted herself to Jeremy, earning only ridicule from their social circle.
Everything changed when she overheard him tell his lover, "She's nothing but a lapdog."
Heartbroken, Lainey found solace with a supposed escort.
People thought it was a ploy to win Jeremy back, but Lainey only scoffed. "He's just a housekeeper's son faking his status. Without me, he's nothing."
Then everyone realized she was the real powerhouse, owning both elite society and the underworld.
Jeremy begged in vain; Lainey never looked back.
Her new man, supposedly a gigolo but secretly high society's elite, kissed her before Jeremy. "Your ex is pathetic."
8.4
To marry the man I loved, I held a shard of glass to my wrist and threatened my guardian, Alois Wyatt. "If you don't let me marry Erick, I will die right here."
The second he reluctantly agreed, the horrifying truth of my past life slammed into me. Erick, the man I’d fought to marry, had never loved me. He’d locked me in a European asylum for three years, tortured me, and left me to die in a fiery car crash.
I dropped the glass and threw myself into Alois’s arms, sobbing that it was all a joke. I begged him to take me home, swearing I'd rather die than marry Erick.
But my sudden change was met with cold suspicion. To him and his friends, I was a snake playing a new, pathetic game, trying to steal his corporate secrets for my pathetic lover.
The most painful part was that they were right. In my past life, I had betrayed Alois, destroyed his reputation, and left him to die a broken man, all for a monster who saw me as nothing more than a tool.
But now, opening my eyes again on the very night my nightmare began, I have a second chance. This time, I will cling to the only man who ever truly protected me, and I will make Erick pay for everything he did to us.