After abortion, the alpha begged me back
I was mated to Alpha Levi Thorne, and we had a son, Logan. Our relationship soured when his intern, Violet, came into the picture. Levi constantly defended her, ignoring my feelings. When I got pregnant, he initially seemed excited but then chose Violet over accompanying me to a healer's appointment. Heartbroken, I had an abortion. After a public confrontation where I demanded to break the mate bond, I faced opposition from Levi and my mother, who was influenced by him. Eventually, I left, started anew in a different pack, and three years later, negotiated the bond - breaking with Levi, determined to live for myself.
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Chapter 1
We were celebrating our bonding anniversary with our son, Logan. As always, my mate, Alpha Levi Thorne, carefully picked out the green peppers-our mutual dislike-from both our plates. After dinner, we headed home. He gave Logan a bath, tucked him into bed, and then finally joined me in our bedroom.
Just as he pressed his body against mine, his phone suddenly vibrated. Usually, he'd turn it into part of our intimate play, whispering, "Quiet now, don't let anyone hear." But this time, as soon as he saw the caller ID, he quickly rolled off the bed.
I followed him to the balcony, wanting to wrap my arms around him, but I froze when I saw the indulgent smile spreading across his lips as he spoke on the phone. In the stillness of the night, a soft, melodious female voice reached my sensitive werewolf ears.
"I was worried you might need it urgently..." Her tone was coquettish, almost flirtatious, yet masked as concern for him.
Alpha Levi's smile vanished instantly. His face returned to its usual calm as he hung up. Turning to see me, he said flatly, "Got something to handle. Heading downstairs." He left in a hurry, leaving me standing there in my thin nightgown, feeling exposed and ignored.
I went back inside and sat on the bed, waiting. Hours passed, and he still didn't return. Finally, I couldn't sit still any longer. I threw on a coat and went downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, I saw Alpha Levi facing a young she-wolf. Dressed in a spotless white dress, she seemed to glow under the moonlight. She looked up, noticed me, and flashed a bright smile. "Hi, Mrs. Thorne! I'm Violet, Alpha Levi's new intern at the company."
Violet's delicate figure was almost dazzling. She held up an item, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Alpha Levi, your electric shaver. You said it was a gift from your mate, so I knew it must mean a lot to you. I kept it safe after you left it at my place during that last business trip."
I let out a cold laugh, cutting her off. "Personal stuff touched by someone else? Might as well throw it away."
"Luna Nadia," Alpha Levi snapped, his brows furrowing. "Don't talk like that."
Violet just pouted, unfazed. Then, she held out a gift bag with cartoon patterns, her smile sickeningly innocent. "This is a tablet I helped Alpha Levi pick out for Logan. Early happy birthday to him!"
My hands clenched into fists. I had no intention of taking it. But then Alpha Levi's commanding voice broke the silence. "Take it." Reluctantly, I grabbed the bag and muttered, "Thanks."
I didn't want to cause a scene in public, so I turned and headed upstairs. Alpha Levi followed a while later. When we got into bed, he put his arm around my waist. "Already asleep?"
I stayed silent. He chuckled and his hand brushed against my shoulder. "She's just an intern, Nat. Don't make a big deal out of it. Why lower yourself to her level?"
I pushed his arm away. "I'm tired." His tone turned cold. "Luna Nadia, don't go too far." With that, he rolled over and turned his back to me.
Shortly after, I heard him slip out to the balcony to make a call. Through the slightly open door, I faintly heard, "Good, you made it home safe." When he came back and saw me watching, he explained, "She's a young she-wolf, out alone at night. I was just making sure she got home okay." "She's kind of clumsy," he added, his voice carrying a hint of fondness he didn't even seem to realize.
Before I could respond, a clap of thunder roared, and Logan's cries echoed from the next room.
Alpha Levi bolted past me, his werewolf speed kicking in as he reached Logan's room first.
By the time I entered, he was already grabbing the tablet Violet had given, waving it in front of Logan to hush his cries. The glowing screen cast an eerie light on their faces.
"Too much screen time," I snapped, lunging for the device.
"His developing senses don't need that digital junk."
Levi jerked it out of reach, his body blocking mine. The stale remnants of Violet's peach - scented pheromones clung to him, making my stomach churn. "Ten minutes won't kill him! He's scared, and this is the only thing that'll work. Stop being so difficult!"
His harsh tone sliced through the room, louder than the thunder crashing outside.
After Logan finally drifted off, Levi stalked back to our bedroom. "I've got an early meeting tomorrow. Stay with him tonight," he ordered, his back rigid. "Skip making my breakfast. Your priority should be our son, not me."
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8.8
After three years together, the man who had once promised to marry me, Babur Caldwell, threw me out the moment he got into Redmont University.
"Valeria, a pretty little fool who only knows how to dress up, how could you ever be worthy of someone like me, a future elite of Gilded Row?"
Later, when I, Valerie Quinn, became the Financial Queen admired by thousands, he knelt in front of me, sobbing, begging for another chance.
Holding the bouquet Kearney Smith had sent me, I answered in the same tone he had once used. "Sorry, Babur, someone as short-sighted as you isn't worthy of an elite like me."
8.3
Lucas Vane was my ruin. My first love, my greatest regret, and the man who shattered my life before disappearing into the shadows. I thought I had finally escaped his reach, until a desperate debt forced me into a cold, clinical contract with the one man I should have feared more.
Victor Vane. The powerful, terrifying patriarch who doesn't know the girl he just bought was once his son's greatest obsession.
Now, I am trapped between two worlds. I am the wife of the father, bound by a signature and a ring, yet I am pursued by the son who is determined to reclaim what he lost. As the lines between hatred and desire blur, I find myself craving the touch of the man who owns me, and the man who broke me.
Secrets can only stay buried for so long. What happens when the King finds out his Queen belongs to the Prince?
8.7
I was trapped in a greasy diner by my own mother.
She was forcing me to marry my abusive cousin because he had paid her twenty thousand dollars.
To escape, I used a contract marriage app and begged a complete stranger to marry me at City Hall that very day.
Ethan drove a cheap Ford and wore a plain suit. I thought he was just an ordinary guy needing a fake wife.
When my mother found out, she brought thugs to destroy my flower shop—my only home and livelihood.
To protect Ethan from her endless extortion, I shielded him and screamed that he was bankrupt and drowning in credit card debt.
My mother fled in disgust, and Ethan took me into his apartment for the night.
But out of trauma and habit, I locked my bedroom door, muttering that he must be old and desperate.
He stormed out into the freezing night, leaving me terrified that I had ruined my only lifeline.
I didn't understand why he was so furiously offended, completely unaware that my "broke" husband was actually the most ruthless billionaire in New York, and I had just trampled his massive ego.
The next morning, his face was a mask of ice as he dragged me back to City Hall to annul the marriage and get rid of me.
"Annulment. Now," he demanded.
But the clerk just popped her gum and slid a pink paper across the counter.
"State law changed. Mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period."
8.6
The rumors of my divorce from Ryland Payne had circulated for two years.
Over those two years, he had paraded around with the secretary whose husband had once saved his life, appearing at every event and trampling my dignity underfoot.
I had never uttered a single word of complaint.
That changed on the anniversary of our son's death, when he showed up at the memorial art exhibition I had organized for our boy, with that woman and her child in tow.
The necklace around that woman's neck featured the longevity locket I had personally designed for my son.
I lost all control and smashed the exhibition, then rushed forward to snatch it back, only for Ryland to block me desperately.
I slapped him across the face in front of everyone, and he shoved me down onto the shattered picture frames in retaliation.
The next day, the entire internet branded me as the deranged woman.
"Two years ago, if she hadn't lost her mind and gone speeding through the rainstorm, the little heir of the Payne family would never have died on the spot!"
"Exactly, she killed her own son through her recklessness, and now she wants to hurt her husband's benefactor. What a venomous witch."
I turned off my phone, and my gaze turned to ice, inch by inch.
Ryland Payne, this time, I decided to leave you for good.
9.5
To inherit her late father's company, Rachel Hartley must get married. She proposes a contract to Damian Westwood-wealthy, devastatingly handsome, and dangerously persuasive. But Damian has secrets, an ambition of his own. Their marriage is not about love, definitely, but about wealth. To him, she's a pawn, a key to unlocking his own ambitions.
Yet the closer they become, the more blurred the lines get between lies and truth, desire and betrayal. Rachel must decide if she can love a man who might ruin her or save her.
In a marriage built on secrets, one truth could destroy everything.
7.2
A vampire-witch hybrid who sees her immortality as a curse, and a werewolf doomed to die young...
Katharina Haven has outlived countless empires, drifting through the centuries until even existence itself felt hollow. To her, immortality is nothing but a gilded prison, so she began to search for a way to escape it.
Yet answers continue to elude her.
Until the night a tiny, bleeding wolf pup collapses on her doorstep.
Xander Moonstone is no ordinary werewolf.
Afflicted by an ancient bloodline curse, he shrinks into a helpless pup on full moons, suffering agony that will eventually kill him long before his prime. Katharina saves him on impulse, unaware that from that moment-or perhaps long before-their fates had already begun to entwine.
But when her "little creature" unexpectedly shifts into a full-grown man in her arms, the fragile trust between them shatters and believing she'd been deceived, she drives him out.
Fate, however, is not so easily severed.
On the next full moon, Xander returns to her, bleeding and dying. And Katharina, against all logic, saves him again.
As she digs deeper into his condition, she uncovers the truth behind his curse... and also learns that a cure demands an unforgiving price.
To save him, she must die in his place.
For a woman who longs for either mortality or death, and a man fighting desperately to extend his fleeting life, their love may be the cruelest curse of all.