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 8

Kacie POV:

Pain was a color. It was blinding white, then throbbing red, then absolute black.

I woke up to the smell of antiseptic and the beep of machines. I wasn't dead. I had landed on a firefighter's rescue cushion that had been partially deployed. It had saved my life, but the impact...

I moved my hand to my stomach.

It was flat. Empty. The tiny spark I had felt on the roof was gone.

"No," I croaked. My throat felt like it was filled with glass.

A doctor walked in. He was a Beta from our pack. He looked at me with pity.

"Luna," he said softly. "You suffered severe internal trauma. We... we couldn't save the pup."

A howl built up in my chest, a sound so raw and primal it scared me. But I didn't have the strength to let it out. I just stared at the ceiling, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

The door opened. Cedric walked in. He looked exhausted, his shirt torn.

"Kacie," he breathed, rushing to the bedside. "Thank the Goddess. You're alive."

I turned my head slowly to look at him. "My baby."

Cedric flinched. "I know. The doctor told me. It... it's a tragedy."

"You pushed me," I whispered. "You traded your child for her."

"It was a calculated risk!" Cedric insisted, pacing the room. "Jayden wouldn't have survived the stress of being a hostage. You are stronger. I knew you would survive. We can have other children."

"Other children?" I laughed, a dry, cracking sound. "You killed this one."

Mind-Link: Cedric... help me... the nightmares...

It was Jayden again. Calling him. Always calling him.

Cedric froze. He looked at the door. "I have to go check on her. She's in shock."

"Get out," I said. "And don't come back."

He left. He actually left.

The next morning, I forced myself out of bed. I couldn't stay in this place. I walked into the hallway, holding the wall for support.

I ran into Carol, Cedric's mother.

Slap!

Her hand connected with my cheek, snapping my head to the side.

"You useless girl!" she screeched. "You lost the Moon heir!"

"I..." I touched my stinging cheek. "Your son traded me to Rogues."

"Lies!" Carol hissed. "Jayden told us everything. She showed us the photo."

She shoved a phone in my face. It was a picture of me, standing in an alleyway, handing an envelope to the Rogue who had attacked us on the roof.

"I never did that!" I gasped. "That's Photoshop! Look at the lighting!"

"It's dated three days ago," Carol sneered. "You hired those Rogues to stage a kidnapping so you could play the hero. But it went wrong, didn't it? And your own scheme killed my grandchild."

"That is insane," I said, backing away.

"Cedric!" Carol shouted.

Cedric appeared from Jayden's room. He took the phone from his mother. He looked at the photo, then at me.

His eyes were cold. Dead.

"Is this true?" he asked. "Did you stage this? To get attention? To make me choose you?"

"You think I would risk my baby for attention?" I asked, my voice trembling with rage.

"You didn't know you were pregnant until the roof," Cedric reasoned, his logic twisted by grief and manipulation. "You thought you would just get 'rescued'. You are sick, Kacie."

"I didn't do it," I said.

"Jayden saw you meeting him," Cedric said. "She was too afraid to tell me until now."

Of course she was.

"I hate you," I said. "I hate you all."

14 Days.

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After suffering a humiliating public confrontation at the hands of a ruthless mafia heir’s fiancée, a young woman expects to be cast aside. Instead, the powerful man shocks everyone by defying his betrothed and standing firmly by her side. This unexpected choice ignites a dangerous conflict within the criminal underworld, forcing the pair to navigate a web of betrayal and high-stakes romance while facing the consequences of their forbidden bond.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.3

Blooming Under His Shadow

9.3

He is power, control, and consequence. She is everything he never planned for. Lucien Blackwell rules his world through silence and precision, dismantling threats before they speak his name. When betrayal from his own family forces him to tighten his grip, the last thing he expects is her-a florist whose calm presence unsettles him more than any enemy ever has. As unseen eyes close in and his shadow stretches across her life, she refuses to be protected through ignorance or distance. Instead, she chooses awareness, agency, and a place beside the danger. Because some things don't survive darkness. They bloom within it. Blooming Under His Shadow is a slow-burn romantic suspense about power, choice, and the risk of loving a man whose world was never built for light.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.9

Caring for the Mafia Son

8.9

"Marry me... or your family dies." To save her father's life, Rachel Owens signs the one contract no woman survives: becoming the wife of Damien Montrel, the city's most feared mafia king. His rules are simple: Obey. Stay inside. Don't ask questions. But behind the mansion's locked doors, Rachel discovers a softer truth meant to stay hidden- Leo. A small boy who calls her "Mama," and the only weakness Damien has ever had. Damien is ruthless to his enemies and merciless to traitors... yet for Rachel, his control begins to crack. Her kindness disarms him. Her silence wounds him. Her fear destroys him. Just as they begin to trust each other, a new enemy rises - The Raven, a shadow who knows Damien's secrets, his past... and Rachel's value. War is coming. In a world ruled by blood and vengeance, Rachel must decide: Is the real danger the man she married... or the one coming for them both?

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

From Unwanted Ward To Unattainable Queen

7.8

I was the orphan Marcus Thorne took in. He was my guardian, my savior, and the man I foolishly fell in love with. But when he caught me sketching his portrait, he didn't see devotion. He saw a mess. He called my feelings "inappropriate" and told his fiancée I was just a "minor household issue" before shipping me off to Italy to get rid of me. He thought I would pine for him. Instead, I erased him. I blocked his number, deleted his photos, and sent him a check for every single cent he spent on me with two words: *Debt paid.* Three years later, Marcus showed up in Florence. He looked wrecked, desperate, and furious that his "property" had walked away. He tried to order me home. He tried to claim he finally loved me. He expected the girl who used to worship him to fall into his arms. But I looked at the man who broke my heart and felt absolutely nothing. "You don't love me, Marcus," I said, stepping back into the arms of a man who actually valued me. "You just hate losing." And for the first time, I watched him crumble while I walked away.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

He Traded A Diamond For Cheap Glass

9.6

I was the "Ice Queen," the perfect Mafia wife who managed the De Luca empire's millions while my husband, Alessandro, played the part of the feared Underboss. I thought my silence and competence earned me respect. That was until I woke up in the estate's medical bay with a shattered leg. My saddle had snapped mid-jump. It wasn't wear and tear; it was sabotage. Lying in the dark, feigning sleep, I heard Alessandro whispering outside my door with his enforcer. "The buckle was filed down," the enforcer said urgently. "Aria tampered with it. She could have broken her neck." I waited for Alessandro’s rage. I waited for him to execute the mistress who tried to kill his wife. Instead, his voice was cold and dismissive. "Bury it," Alessandro ordered. "It’s just a broken leg. Aria was upset about the credit cards. She just wanted to teach Katarina a lesson." A lesson. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting the woman who tried to cripple me. Three days later, at the Family Charity Gala, he humiliated me publicly. He outbid me for my grandmother's heirloom necklace and clasped it around Aria's neck while I watched from my wheelchair. He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a piece of furniture to be rearranged. He didn't know I had bugged the entire villa while I was recovering. He didn't know I had the recordings of what Aria was really doing when he wasn't looking. I gripped the USB drive in my pocket and signaled the tech team to lock the doors. The statue was broken, but he was about to learn that shattered ice is sharp enough to slit a throat.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

I Married My Ex-husband's Beloved Woman's Father After Being Betrayed

8.5

My mother, Mary Willis, was bitten by a snake, and the snake's owner was none other than Jennifer Walker, my husband's beloved woman. When I called my husband, Timothy Rossi, he was on vacation with Jennifer. "Please come back, Timothy. Mary's condition is very serious." But he merely sighed and soothed me as if I were throwing a tantrum. "I'm in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer right now. She's been feeling down lately..." So Timothy ignored my humble plea and resolutely hung up the phone. At that moment, all my strength crumbled to dust. In despair, I could only cling to the hem of the man in front of me-Samuel Walker, Jennifer's father, a notoriously ruthless and brutal Mafia boss.

Mafia Modern Romance

30 Days Left: The Rejected White Wolf's Countdown

Chapter 8

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