Abandoned by My Alpha, Carrying His Heir
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
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Chapter 2
Elena
I didn't remember how I left the ancestral hall.
Only that the cold air outside hit my face like a slap, sharp, and merciless, and suddenly I could breathe again-though each breath felt like it was tearing something open inside my chest.
I was expecting for this to happen given that no matter what I would do, he won't look at me-but I wasn't expecting for him to do this at grandma's funeral and much more, in front of the high ranking wolves as if I were nothing but someone worth to be humiliated by.
When they both left earlier-the moonlight panted them in silver.
They looked.right.
Like something the pack would approve of.
I hate that my eyes would always follow him.
I hate that I noticed the way he leaned closer when she spoke.
For noticing how his scent wrapped instinctively around hers, protective and familiar.
Indeed. She was like a diamond that brighten their world-while I, just a pebble on the road.
I let out a bitter chuckle, trying to contain all the emotions inside me.
Three years. Everything is just contractual in his eyes, but my feelings weren't.
I was hoping. I was waiting for his eyes to fall in my direction-yet it fall on another woman's instead.
I snapped from my thoughts when a sudden hug nearly broke my ribs when she hugged me.
When I looked down, it was none other than Mara Whitlock.
Despite the murmurs, mockery, and gossips, she stayed with me, protecting me, and even defended me in front of everyone.
She was my best of friend. Someone I completely trust.
"Are you okay? I heard what happened!" her voice raised. "What kind of Alpha does that? At a funeral? Really? He might as well have ripped your throat out in front of everyone!"
I paused, watching as she pace the length of my living room, gritting her teeth as her whole body exudes with killing inten.
"It seems that rumours spread faster," I softly answered as I sat on the couch. "I already expected for this to happen."
"That doesn't make it better!"
Mara spun toward me. "You gave him three years, Lyra. Three. Years. You rebuilt yourself for hm. You endured everything for him. And he didn't even have the decency to do this privately!"
I pursed my lips.
"I was the one who agreed to grandma." I let out a bitter chuckle. "...I shouldn't expect something from him knowing that everything was just contractual and this bound to end like what happen now."
It's my fault.
Fault for falling in love with someone I couldn't have.
"Idiot!"
I paused, raising my head at Mara. "That doesn't give him the right to humiliate you in front of everyone! You are the one who saved their reputation, helped his pack rise, and remained loyal to him in those three years and that's how he would repay you? Humiliation?!"
I didn't comment.
I hung my shoulder lower.
I felt her let out helpless sigh, her anger softening as her hand reached out, gently patting my head.
"Cry," she said gently. "You are safe. No one is watching aside from me. Don't suppress yourself."
That did it.
The tears came without warning even when I didn't want to. I pressed my lips together, but it was useless. They spilled over anyway, blurring my vision.
"I wasn't enough," I whispered.
Mara knelt in front of me instantly. "It's not true."
"I tried so hard," I continued hoarsely. "I learned to cook what he liked. I adjusted my schedule to match his. I exercised everyday, thinking that he might prefer skinny Lunas. I devout myself into training despite it being harsh just to be his perfect Luna. I thought. I thought that maybe one day, he will choose-"
"Stop," Mara said fiercely. "You didn't lose him. He never chose you."
Those words slashed through my heart, cutting me to pieces.
Yet I couldn't retort it.
Because they were true.
I wiped my face, forcing myself to breath. "He looked at her. the way way he never looked at me."
Mara swore under her breath. "He brought that woman too?"
I nodded.
"They.They looked good together," I pressed my lips. "Strong and beautiful."
Mara scoffed. "She's just a two-faced bitch, clinging to the Alpha right after her mate died."
I managed a weak smile, closing my eyes as I leaned on the sofa.
"She's the Alpha's first love."
Right. What right do I have to intervene between the two of them? I'm just nothing but a Luna in name only.
And how could I fight and win the position in his heart when it was already occupied with another woman?
I was too foolish.
"Come with me tomorrow," Mara continued suddenly. "We'll go out. Get you something new and sow to everyone that you weren't affected by today's event."
I hesitate.
"I don't have the spark to go out."
However, she doesn't accept my refusal. "I'll come back tomorrow morning so make sure to have plenty of rest."
The next morning, I found myself standing beside Mara who chatters endlessly along with the crowd while from time to time, she would bared her fangs and glared at those who looked at me and gossips in front of my face.
I let out a helpless chuckle and followed her along.
For some reason, my heart weren't as heavy last night.
I allowed myself to enjoy as Mara dragged me into a high-end boutique.
"Let's buy everything!" she declared.
I chuckled. "That will be too much."
When we stepped inside the store, my gaze wandered around while taking a deep breath, trying to ignore the faint stinging on my chest while raising my dopamine to look excited-like I forgot everything.
However, the smile on my face froze wen I felt such a familiar pressure.
That unmistakable Alpha presence.
My steps slowed.
Mara noticed immediately. "Lyra?"
I lifted my head.
Across the store, near the display of limited edition bags, Alaric stood with Hydra.
Again.
She was clinging to his arms, her fingers curled possessively against his sleeve. She laughed at something he said, her body angled toward him intimately.
The sales associate hovered nearby, nervous and eager, waiting for their decision.
"I want that one,"I heard Hydra said, pointing to a deep red bag. "It suits me, don't you think?"
Alaric barely glanced at it.
"Wrap it," he said.
Just like tha. There was no hesitation.
My chest tightened.
Before I could look away and took Mara to another shop, I saw her clenched her fist.
"Oh, absolutely not," I heard her mutted, already marching forward.
"Mara-"
Too late.
I helplessly watched as she slammed her black card onto the counter beside the red bag. "We'll take that one too."
The sales associate blinked. "Excuse me?"
"The same bag," Mara said sweetly. "Unless there's a rule about mistresses shopping first."
I watched as Hydra's smile faltered, the corner of her eyes reddened as she tightened the hold on Alaric's sleeve.
This action made Alaric's head snapped up, his eyes precisely fell on me.
Cold and disgusted.
So this was all it takes for him to look at me?
Only her could make him look at me.
I let out a laugh in mockery.
What do I expect?
"Elena," his brows furrowed and the way he pronounce my name was filled with warning that made my breath hitch.
I pursed my lips, stepping forward as I paced a hand on Mara's arm. "We're leaving."
Mara looked ready to argue but when I gave her a look, she sighed helplessly and nodded.
However, before we could leave, Hydra stepped forward.
"We meet again," she said lightly. "It seems fate keeps arranging these encounters."
I paused, meeting her gaze before falling onto Alaric's.
"No," I said. "Fate has better taste."
Her smile faltered.
My gaze fell onto Alaric, and despite everything, there was no turmoil in those eyes as if none worth his time.
Especially when he looked at me as if I were just a mere stranger in his eyes.
I pursed my lips, hiding the stinging sensation of my heart, forcing myself to remain polite in front of them.
"I apologize for disrupting your quality time with your woman. It won't happen again."
Without hesitation, I turned around and was about to leave when something inside me rose. A sudden warmth bloomed in my chest, spreading outward, unfamiliar and overwhelming. My heartbeat quickened at the process. My wolf stirred, pressing against the surface of my control that made me pause.
"What-" I heard Alaric's voice that made me turn to look at him.
When I saw him reach to me, I took a step back, startled by my own reaction.
The sensation vanished as quickly as it came, but the damage was done.
He was staring at me now.
The way I had long for him to do so.
"I'm sorry. I won't disrupt you any longer."
This time, I hurriedly took Mara and left the store.
"What was that?" she asked.
I shook my head, pressing my palm against my chest.
I don't know either.
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But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
9.1
What would a woman do if one day she is waiting for her husband to tell him the news of her pregnancy but he comes home with another woman who is pregnant with his child?
........
Ariadne had a perfect life until her mother died in a car accident and her father remarried, bringing a stepmother and stepsister into her life. Once adored by all, Ariadne became an eyesore to everyone, including her father. Her stepmother and stepsister took everything from her.
However, she lost it when their eyes fell on Xander, the sole heir of the richest family in the country and her childhood love. When rumors of Crystal, her step sister and Xander's dating spread, Ariadne used her everything to force Xander into marrying her.
Despite pouring her heart and soul into the marriage Ariadne failed to make Xander reciprocate her feelings. Their loveless marriage came to an end when Crystal returned in their lives.
With a broken heart, Ariadne left the city with a secret and rebuild her life.
Five years later, she returned as a successful interior designer to design her ex-husband's new mansion. But this time, what she saw in Xander's eyes for herself was not hatred. It was something else.
She came face to face with the same people who had wronged her in the past. They still held resentment towards her. But this time Ariadne vowed to strike back at her bullies.
Many secrets were revealed in the process that made Xander regret his past actions. He determined to win Ariadne back.
BUT Will Ariadne be able to forget their past and get back together with Xander or She will choose someone else?
7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
9.3
Candice Luna thought her marriage to Julius Hansen was a lifeline to save her father's struggling company.
She didn't know it was a death sentence until Julius coldly slid divorce papers across his mahogany desk.
His true love, Amina Rowe, was nestled in his arms with a triumphant, mocking smile. The "merger" Julius promised had been a brutal, hostile takeover designed to bleed the Luna Group dry from the inside. Bankrupted and utterly broken, Candice's father stepped off the roof of their corporate tower. Meanwhile, Candice was publicly humiliated, stripped of her dignity, and mocked by all of Wall Street as a discarded stepping stone.
She died in a car accident, her final moments consumed by an agonizing, feral scream. She hated herself for letting her blind devotion destroy the father who had always believed in her.
But when Candice opened her eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights of a hospital room, she realized she wasn't dead.
She was twenty-two again. Three years before the wedding. Three years before her father's suicide.
When Julius's assistant walked in holding a bouquet of blue roses to discuss the preliminary merger, he expected a docile, desperate heiress.
Instead, Candice grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and flung it directly into his smug face.
"Tell Julius Hansen to never, ever send his dogs to my door again."
This time, there would be no engagement. This time, the Hansen family would choke on her family's legacy.