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 6
Elena
"Her husband is dead," Alaric replied coldly. "He was my lifelong brother. How could I turn blind eye to his final requests?"
"Are you saying that you would take his mate as yours too for the sake of his final requests?!" Grandpa Rowan shouted.
"I owed him, Grandpa. If that's what would make him at ease-I'll do it-" before the Alpha could finish his words, a sharp crash echoed through the hall.
"Get out!" Grandpa Rowan bellowed. "Get out before I disown you!"
I could hear another sound of ceramic shattering the same as Grandpa's heavy breathing-clearly from anger.
As much as I wanted to go in and help Grandpa, I couldn't move. I stood frozen, my chest rising and falling as emotions I had thought long dead slowly suffocated me.
I rounded the corner, just in time to see another teacup hit Alaric's chest and fall to the floor, shattering at his feet.
Tea stained his white shirt, spreading slowly. Despite that he could easily dodge all of those attacks-he chooses not to.
Or more like, if he does dodge, it will only make Grandpa angrier than he already is that their pheremones could suffocate an omega if they would barge the door.
"Their child," he said evenly. "I will help her raise it."
Grandpa Roan staggered back as if struck.
"You-"
"I won't abandon it," Alaric continued. "That's decision."
"What about your Luna?! Have you gone mad, Alaric Ashbourne?!" I heard Grandpa yelled. "It seemed I have been going easily on you, huh! Is this how a proper Alpha acts to his Luna?!"
Honestly, I couldn't hear what Grandpa said next, nor Alaric's response. I was already running away, scrambling as if something were chasing me from behind.
The foot that had stuck on the ground earlier, had mysteriously gained strength to run away, to hide, to turn deaf and blind from what I heard and see.
Even if I would stay there and listen to what Alaric might respond. I know already what he would say.
And I know who he would choose.
After all, I am not his Luna anymore.
He had already abandoned me.
He chooses Hydra-his deceased friend's mate.
And she's pregnant.
Is she pregnant with her mate's child or his.?
I don't know anymore.
I don't want to know either.
I.I want to leave.
The pain was too heavy for me to bear. The emotions that I choose to hide and lock in a box just so I could stay composed and be like a proper Luna that Grandma had trained me to-was creeping in me, making it harder for me to breath.
"Luna?" A voice filled with concern and confusion suddenly went towards me as a warm hand gently patted my back. "Luna, what's wrong? Do you want me to call the physician?"
I paused, taking a deep breath and it took me a few minutes before I managed to take my breath back.
I raised my head to see who it was talking to me with patience.
It was none other than Housekeeper Kathy.
Her ancestors had been serving the Ashbourne Pack, generations to generations and they remained loyal to the pack.
They were the Ashbourne's trusted right hand and despite being a Housekeeper, she had a high status here compared to the others.
After all, to Ashbourne-Kathy was one of their family.
I stretched out a smile for her and shook my head. "It was nothing-I was having a nightmare."
Housekeeper Kathy's brows furrowed, worry etched on her face as she looked at the direction where I just ran to.
Before she could grow suspicious, I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling as I curved my lips into a gentle smile.
"I'm fine," I said softly. "But I noticed Grandpa's been coughing lately. Is he really okay?"
As expected, her attention was diverted as she stoop looking at the hallway I just run off and she looked at me in the eyes with a smile.
"Luna, please be assured," she said softly. "The physician regularly monitors his condition. He is as healthy as he can be."
Upon hearing this, I breath a sigh in relief. It seemed that the cough fit he displayed to me last night was just an act.
I'm glad to hear that.
"Thank you," I nodded numbly. "Please take good care of grandpa."
She paused and chuckled. "You will take care of him too, right Luna?"
Her words made me froze.
I raised my head and met her eyes-those eyes seemed like it can read straight to my thoughts that made me panic for a bit and hurriedly averted my gaze.
"O.Of course, I will."
She was silent for a few seconds before sighing helplessly. "Is there anything I could help you with, Luna?"
I paused and shook my head. "There's nothing else. I'd like to retire to my villa."
After nodding my head at her politely, I turned my back and hurriedly returned to the villa where Alaric had brought for the both of us to live-or more like for me to live since he never come back to that villa anyway.
I let out a bitter chuckle as I went inside the villa.
This was where I had spent three years as Alpha Alaric Ashbourne's Luna, his mate.
And yet, it felt like a hotel room I was finally checking out of.
I set my bag down and went upstairs.
Packing things up should have been simple.
Clothes. Books. Personal items I'd accumulate quietly, without leaving fingerprints on the rest of the house.
But every drawer I opened felt like a reminder.
A dress I'd brought after losing weight-eager to wear, but never worn.
A cufflink box I'd once filled with gifts for him-never been opened, and in fact, it had been tossed to trash by him.
A folded blanket I'd wrapped around me while waiting for his arrival to come home-he never come home.
My stomach twisted by the mere memories.
I pressed a hand to my mouth and staggered into the bathroom, retching until my throat burned. When I finally looked, there was nothing there-just saliva and water, my body convulsing with dry heaves.
My body shook as I braced myself against the sink, my vision were blurring.
I frowned, pressing my fingers to my temples.
"I don't think there's a need for my body to overreact, isn't it?" I hoarsely chuckled at such thought.
When the nausea finally eased, I turned on the shower, desperate to wash away the cold sweat clinging to my skin. Stream filled the room quickly, fogging the mirrors I couldn't bear to look at, and muting the edges of everything.
I stepped under the water, closing my eyes while trying to erase all what I had heard and found out today-letting the cold water slid to my skin and warm me.
After spending my time on the bathroom, reached for the towel I'd left on the rack outside the shower.
However, my fingers brushed air.
My brows furrowed.
I turned off the water and stepped out, droplets trailing down my skin yet I couldn't be bothered by it. The floor drips with water that clungs from my skin as I was about to open the door and took one step forward, when I collided with something solid.
Warm.
Solid.
And it was those familiar scent rushing in my nose again.
A scent I doubt I could forget ever in this life.
Before I could open my mouth, the already slippery floor made my feet slide out from under me. I thought that I would fall on the ground, when a hand caught my arms instinctively-which ended up both of us losing our balance.
Ouch!
It hurts!
My nose hit a solid rock that it made me feel like it's been broken.
I was about to move away when I heard his groan, making the both of us froze.
"Don't move." The growl vibrated through me.
W.What the hell is this?
When I opened my eyes to look at what happened, I found my myself on top of Alaric as his one arm braced against the floor, the other gripping my wrist-not painfully, but firmly. His dark hair was damp, his shirt were nowhere to be seen, his chest were rising nad falling beneath my hands.
We were skin to skin.
And I was naked, while he was only half-dressed.
The towel I had went to get, where still on the rack, waiting for me to get.
Fuck.
"Oh goddess," I breathed.
Heat flooded my face as panic surged. I immediately tried to scramble off him, but his grip tightened.
"I said," he repeated, voice rougher now, "don't move."
My body froze against my will.
Not because I wanted to obey.
But because my wolf did.
She still recognizes him as our Alpha.
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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.