After abandoning me for his lover, my mate regretted
I spent five years helping Charlotte recover from paralysis, but she saw me only as a brother, clinging to Sebastian, who abandoned her. Her favoritism cut deep-she defended him, ignored my sacrifices, even let him hurt her. When I finally left, she realized her mistake. Years later, I returned with Hailey, my mate, to plan our bond ceremony. Charlotte begged for another chance, but I'd moved on.
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Chapter 1
I stood outside the private lounge in Argentum Town, clutching a carefully wrapped gift, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
Five years.
Five years of pouring my soul into helping Charlotte Kingsley heal, and tonight was supposed to be a celebration of her recovery.
The she-wolf who'd been paralyzed for so long was finally back on her feet, and I'd been there every step of the way.
I was about to push open the door when I heard her voice, soft but clear, mingling with the chatter of her pack of she-wolves inside.
"Ethan's been an absolute angel, Charlotte," one of them noted, her voice warm yet deliberate.
"Five years of giving massages, helping with rehab, pulling all-nighters just to keep you from falling apart. Without him, you'd still be stuck in that chair."
"Absolutely," another added.
"The wolf barely slept, always on edge in case you had a breakdown. That kind of devotion? You owe him for life."
My grip on the gift tightened, a soft warmth spreading through my chest.
"He's a good wolf," Charlotte said, her voice low and steady, like a calm river.
I froze, my hand hovering over the door.
Then came the question that stopped my heart.
"So, when are you gonna form a sacred bond with him?"
I held my breath.
After what felt like forever, Charlotte's voice broke the quiet.
"I see him as a brother."
"He's stood by you for five years, Charlotte, and all you can call him is a brother? Don't tell me you're still hung up on that Sebastian Wexler. That coward ran off the second you got hurt-didn't even bother with a text. Now that you're up and about again, he's slinking back, and you're actually considering him?"
Charlotte didn't say a word.
Standing there, outside the door, it felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed my heart until it stopped.
Five years-every sleepless night, every moment I held her together when she was falling apart-and she still carried a torch for the wolf who'd left her to rot.
Five years ago, Charlotte was untouchable.
A top-tier she-wolf-heading her class at an exclusive school, heir to the Kingsley pack's vast empire, and a pro when it comes to rock climbing and martial arts.
Her face? Like something carved by the moon itself, all sharp angles and fierce beauty.
Me? I was just Ethan Carter, a scrappy pup the Kingsleys had pulled out of poverty with a scholarship.
I first saw her at a school awards ceremony.
She stood at that podium, cool and untouchable as a mountain pine, while I sat in the back row, clutching my acceptance notice, too nervous to clap too loud.
Back then, Sebastian was the wolf at her side-rich, handsome, the pack's golden pup. Everyone said they were a fairy tale come to life, a destined pair.
Then the accident happened.
A motorcycle collision shattered her spine, and the healers said she might never walk again.
Sebastian? He didn't even step into her hospital room.
Sent a text to break their bond and vanished like a ghost.
The Kingsley pack's shining star fell hard, and Charlotte spiraled-angry, dark, even tried to end it all once. Her parents were drowning in grief, helpless.
I was the one who stepped up.
I crouched by her wheelchair, looked her in the eyes, and said, "Charlotte, everything will be all right. I'm right here with you."
For Five years, I learned every massage technique, survived on two hours of sleep, always ready in case she needed me in the middle of the night.
When she lost it and smashed a vase against her legs, I threw myself in front of her, taking the hit.
My ribs ached for weeks, but I didn't care.
I was there, day after day, year after year Becoming the one wolf she could count on.
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9.3
Three years ago, I walked away from Donovan Gordon as he lay on his deathbed. Now, he's back, striding into the luxury hotel where I work, richer and more powerful than I could have ever imagined.
He didn't just ignore me. He spent the night making my life a living hell, forcing me to change the sheets on the bed he now shared with his new girlfriend.
He called me a traitor, a gold-digger who abandoned him for his rival.
He had no idea the only reason he was standing there, alive and breathing, was because my kidney was inside his body.
But that sacrifice had cost me everything. My remaining kidney was failing, and I didn't come back for forgiveness. I came back for one last look at the man I saved, because my doctors weren't sure I'd survive my next surgery.
9.7
⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with steamy, erotic, forbidden, or taboo themes, kindly exit now.
"I'm sorry, but I now have a girlfriend", Eric said.
" Just fuck me tonight Eric, please ", " Just tonight ". I cried.
Lola, a college professor, just got dumped by her no-strings-attached sex buddy, Eric. She's pissed, frustrated, and painfully horny.
Back in her office, she flips lazily through student assignments, the task was simple: *Write a short romance story of your choice.*
But one freshman, Noah, took it way too far. Instead of a harmless love story, he wrote out his filthy, unfiltered fantasy. About her. His professor.
Dive into Noah's bold approach, Professor Lola's burning curiosity, and a collection of sizzling short erotica that push every boundary.
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This book contains a collection of different short erotic stories.
7.1
The smell of leaking gasoline burned my nostrils, but the cold look in my husband's eyes hurt worse.
Trapped in the overturned car, I watched Jacob reach in. He didn't reach for me, his wife. He unbuckled his mistress, Cassandra, shielding her head with a tenderness he never showed me.
He walked away, leaving me to burn.
I survived, but at a brutal cost. My right hand—the hand that played Chopin—was crushed into a useless claw.
Jacob didn't apologize. Instead, he moved Cassandra into our home. He let her wear my diamonds, mock my injuries, and burn my sheet music.
When I tried to expose her embezzlement, he called me unstable. To punish me for "betraying the family," he dug up my mother's grave and threw her ashes into the sea.
That was the moment the wife died, and something else was born. He thought he had buried me under the weight of his cruelty. He didn't realize he had planted a seed.
I staged my death and vanished into the snowy streets of Vienna.
Five years later, I am a world-renowned composer, and Jacob is a ruined man in a wheelchair, begging for a forgiveness I no longer have the energy to give.
7.9
Ten years of love. Ten years of loyalty. He repaid her with a knife to the heart.
When Aria wakes up ten years in the past, lying next to the same man who will one day destroy her, she realizes she has been given a second chance. But this time, she can hear every thought inside his head. Every lie. Every scheme. Every filthy desire.
He doesn't know she knows. And that is his greatest mistake.
Armed with the truth, Aria will play the game better than he ever could. She will make him fall, make him beg, and burn everything he ever wanted to the ground.
Then a stranger enters her life, a man whose thoughts she cannot read at all. What is he hiding? And why does it feel like he has been waiting for her all along?
9.8
My fiancé, Jameson Blair, married my twin sister today. For five years, I was a placeholder, a substitute for the woman he truly wanted, and I pretended not to know.
Today, she came back with a story of terminal cancer and a dying wish to marry him. It was a perfect lie, and he chose to believe it, shattering my world with three simple words: "She's Haleigh."
They left me on the sidewalk, an outcast from my own blood. My brothers, who once promised to protect me, celebrated the woman who broke me. They moved my things to a guest room, making space for their prodigal sister. That night, Haleigh gave me a "welcome home" gift—a box with a brown recluse spider inside.
As the venom coursed through me, my family rushed to her side, calling my agony "a little spider bite." They left me convulsing on the floor. Later, they whipped me for a crime I didn't commit, hung me off a cliff, and left me for dead.
My body is a roadmap of their love. Each scar, each broken bone, is a testament to their betrayal. They believed her lies, but their real crime was never truly seeing me.
As I clung to that cliff, bleeding and broken, a single thought consumed me: Isabella Douglas died here tonight. Now, Isabella Hale would be born from the ashes.
9.4
The password to my husband's study wasn't our anniversary. It was his mistress's birthday.
Inside, hidden under a stack of blueprints, I found a document titled "Transfer of Guardianship."
It stated that upon birth, I would be stripped of all parental rights, and my baby would be raised by Kaleigh, the "Luna Designate."
When I confronted Jacob, the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, he didn't even flinch.
"Kaleigh is wolfless and barren," he said coldly, sipping his whiskey. "She has the political connections to be Luna. You are just an Omega."
"I am your wife!" I screamed.
"You are an incubator," he corrected me. "Your genes are useful. Your status is not."
He then tossed a key on the table. It was for a hidden condo. He told me that after they took my son, I could live there as his secret mistress for "stress relief."
Kaleigh even mind-linked me, laughing as she called me a vessel, bragging that Jacob had never marked me because he was saving his bite for her.
I realized then that running wasn't enough. To save my son, Aurelia Flynn had to cease to exist.
I bought a vial of "The Widow's Kiss"—a poison that stops the heart for ten minutes—and lit a match.
As the flames consumed our penthouse, I drank the poison and let the world believe the Alpha's rejected mate had committed suicide.
Ten years later, deep in the mountains, Jacob stumbled into a clearing while inspecting land.
He fell to his knees when he saw me, thinking he was seeing a ghost.
"Aurelia? I buried you..."
"You buried a memory," I said, my voice commanding him with a power he had never known I possessed.
Then, a boy stepped out from behind me. He had Jacob's jawline, but his eyes were molten gold, and his aura was that of a legendary White Wolf.
Jacob looked at the boy, trembling. "Is he... is he mine?"
"He is mine," I replied, my eyes glowing. "You wanted a tool for your mistress. Instead, I raised the King who will strip you of everything."