
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 5
Elena
"As expected, your soup tastes good." Grandpa said while scooping the soup and afterwards, he raises his head, looking up at Alaric. "Don't you think so too?"
I watched as Alaric just hummed, clearly admitting defeat at Grandpa's antics and would just go along with whatever Grandpa would say between us.
Rowan ignored his indifference as his gaze fell on me.
"By the way, I already ask the servants to put the fertility charm in your room. Be sure to use it."
The corner of my lips twitched upon hearing this.
As if we would use that thing nor do what he wanted us to do.
To conceive a heir.
"Grandpa, you know already that Alaric and I were no longer-"
Before I could finish my words, he coughed all of sudden that his face turned red.
I hurriedly brought him a cup of water which he hurriedly drank.
Seeing the color of his face regained, I sighed in relief. "So, grandpa, about the matters with Alaric and I-"
However, as expected, he coughed again and this time, he waved his hands as the servants hurriedly went to his side to guide him as he stood up.
With a handkerchief pressed to his mouth, he glanced at me, guilt shadowing his eyes. "It seems my old issues have flared up. I'll rest for now-enjoy the feast without me."
He didn't wait for my response before hurriedly-urging his servants to help him drag him back to his room and guiltily running away from me.
I paused, letting out a helpless sigh and glanced at the table-especially onto the Alpha who seemed to not care about the small episode earlier.
"Not eating?" As if sensing my gaze, he raised his eyes.
I shook my head and excused myself, leaving him alone on the table and decided to wander around the mansion instead of staying in the same table which I know that it would only make us both feel uncomfortable.
Being with him alone made my stomach churn.
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Night fell quickly.
As much as I wanted to stretch out the hours, I still ended up being dragged to the east wing where Grandpa had prepared a room for the both of us.
But before that, I even wandered around to the other rooms to check if it was vacant-just to not share with the same room of this Alpha who severed his bonds with me-only to notice Grandpa's scheme.
To make sure that both of us would stay in the same room, he had locked all the other rooms and even went as far as removing the sofas or anything that could be use as a temporary bed.
I helplessly rubbed my temples, watching as the servants keeping their distance with me but at the same time, they were watching me closely-probably it was Grandpa who had commanded them to watch me and make sure that I would enter the room he had prepared for me and his grandson.
"Please do not make this hard for us, Luna." One of the servant calmly said. "Please go inside."
In the end, I left with no other choice but to entered the room.
My gaze fell onto Alaric who had just changed his clothes and newly bathe.
The moment I appeared, he paused. "I thought you left."
I pointed the servants who tacitly closed the doors. "Monitored."
"Did you ask Grandpa about this?" Alaric asked flatly. "This setup is ridiculous."
I let out a bitter laugh, couldn't be more agree with his words as I was roaming around the room.
"If you found this ridiculous, why didn't you disagree and rebel with grandpa's setup?"
"I'm giving you face for the sake of our three years bond," he calmly answered as if he was just telling what was the weather today.
I paused.
Face?
What face?
I let out a cold chuckle, turning my gaze at him. "The moment you had announced the bond severance, we were already over and fuck that face you were talking about. Have you forgotten how you humiliate me in front of everyone?"
And the fact that he allowed that mistress of his continued staying by his side under the guise that her mate had died, seeking comfort from her mate's friend-Alaric, letting everyone's thoughts confirmed that he valued her more than he valued his own mate.
Seeing that he was silence, I rolled my eyes and bend my knees down, grabbing something under the bed.
Taking it out, without examining the wooden box nor daring to open it for fear that the charm would really charmed us, I tossed it on the trash.
"What was that?" his brows furrowed.
I didn't answer and went to the bed, fully occupying all the space before he could do so. The bed weren't a king bed size as what I had expected-it was a normal size that could fit two person which could clearly tell that this was all part of the plan.
"That's my bed," he coldly said.
I raised my brows at him, pulling the blanket on me, preparing to sleep. "There's no name of yours here."
After standing for a few minutes, he exhaled sharply.
"Fine, I'll take the floor."
I just closed my eyes and drifted to my dreamland-forgetting all the defenses I had raised earlier, for fear that something would happen to the both of us again.
The next morning, I found myself laying on the bed.
I sat up abruptly and hurriedly touched my body-feeling that my clothes were intact and there were no suspicious sores on my body, I breath a sigh in relief.
My gaze fell on the floor and couldn't help but imagined him, an Alpha, sleeping on the floor-which I doubt he won't.
Seeing that there was only me around, I breath a sigh in relief and tried to calm the pulsating sensation on my chest as I head to the bathroom.
After I washed myself, and dressed what the servants had prepared for me, my phone happened to rang.
While drying my hair with a towel, I answered the phone the moment I saw who it was.
Director Elliot.
"Luna Elena," he said briskly, excitement threading his voice. "I wanted to confirm with you about the new drama project."
"What is it?"
"We're finalizing casting for the female lead. However, majority of your fellow investors voted this new actress very much."
My brows furrowed. "Who?"
There was a brief pause on the other line.
"Hydra Vale."
My hand that was drying my hair, paused. "And who are the other investors?"
Before I could receive his answer, my gaze fell onto a familiar phone that caught my attention when it lit up.
A notification pop out instantly and before the screen died down, I happened to read the contents coming from Hydra.
'The doctor confirmed it, Alpha. The baby is healthy!'
My breath caught.
My knuckles whitened, tightly gripping the phone that was on hold.
My chest rose and fell in short, uneven bursts-I couldn't tell if I was breathing too fast or not enough at all. My mind rejected the words I had just seen, pushing them away like they couldn't possibly belong to me.
"...Elena?"
"Luna Elena?" A voice snapped me back from my thoughts. "You still there?"
I swallowed hard, forcing air into my lungs. For a second, I couldn't remember how to speak-only the roar of blood rushing in my ears answered.
".Are you okay?" he pried again, making me let out a heavy breath as I tried to calm the violent thudding in my chest and stop myself from shaking.
I didn't answer to his question, instead, I pried another one. "Who was the investor who keeps insisting to have Hydra be part of the crew?"
There was a brief pause on the other line that made me chuckle-confirming my guess.
"Alpha Alaric huh?"
Aside from him, who else would spoil his other woman?
"I." Sensing his intentions to explain, I cut him off.
"No need to explain," I said. "I'll invest more if you won't cast her."
I didn't give him the chance to ask.
I hardened my tone. "Her temperament doesn't suit the project. Choose another actress to act."
It took him a few seconds before he agreed. "I will."
After hanging the call, I took a brief gaze on Alaric's phone before I turned my back and left the room.
As I walked downstairs, I happened to hear a loud bang coming from Grandpa's study, making me panic, thinking that something happened to him.
Just when my hand was about to push the door, I stopped mid-step.
"Have you lost your mind?!" Grandpa Rowan roared. "You're telling me you want to bring that woman into this house-and she's pregnant?!"
I staggered back, my heart pounding.
He. was going to bring her into this home?
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7.8
Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
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.