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 2
I wasn't always a stay-at-home mom. Back when Alpha Levi and I were in college, we were equals. Our pheromones matched perfectly, and we climbed the corporate ladder together. We bonded, had Logan, and life seemed perfect. But as our careers grew, I was the one always making sacrifices.
I quit my job, trading my ambition for the smell of diapers and laundry. While I managed the household, Levi's scent grew stronger. Now, he runs the pack, and I... I'm just the Luna at home.
This morning, he left without our usual goodbye. No lingering touch, no shared pheromone - infused hug. Still, I cooked dinner, waiting for him like every other night.
At 8 p.m., my phone buzzed.
Levi: Last - minute trip. Pack my stuff. I'll pick it up in 30.
His text was cold, like a stranger's command. I was used to it. For years, I'd sorted his clothes, making sure his shirts carried my faint scent to calm his nerves.
When I dragged the suitcase outside, Violet was in the passenger seat of Levi's car.
"Hey, Nadia!" she chirped. "I'm so new at this. Alpha Levi said I could tag along to learn about report - writing."
"An intern on a business trip?" I hissed, my grip on the suitcase handle tightening.
Levi rolled down the window. "It's on the way. She needs to learn how we track business scents." His fingers drummed on the wheel, a happy rhythm I hadn't heard in ages.
I remembered when he'd stay up all night, his own exhaustion forgotten, just to soothe my sickened senses with warm soup.
At first, I fought. But for Logan, for our family's image, I gave in. And now, with Violet... it was different.
The second day of his trip, Violet added me on WhatsApp.
Violet: Nadia, does Alpha Levi wear XL clothes?
A photo followed: a messy hotel room, Levi's shirt damp and discarded.
She typed on: He got drunk, spilled his drink. I'm buying him new stuff.
Her messages oozed fake innocence.
Days passed, and her social posts were all about Levi.
Photos of them watching the sunrise, her wrapped in his jacket, their mingled scents practically jumping off the screen. A video showed him peeling shrimp for her, just like he used to do for me.
A few days later, Alpha Levi called. "Pick me up from the airport."
The rain lashed down. I waited outside, getting drenched, my clothes clinging to me. The flight was delayed. I stood at the arrivals gate, umbrella in hand, until finally, I saw them-Levi and Violet.
His jacket was still draped over her shoulders, reeking of her overpowering peach - scented pheromones.
Violet grinned at me first. "Nadia! The driver bailed last minute. Thanks for coming!"
My eyes fixed on the jacket. "If lying makes you feel better, go ahead."
Her smile faded.
Levi climbed into the backseat.
"Drop her off first. Cloudtop Gardens."
That address rang a bell. Last week, while sorting his clothes, I'd found a concert ticket stub with that same address scribbled on the back.
Violet slid in next to Levi, all smiles. "Thanks for the ride, Nadia."
In the rear - view mirror, I watched them.
Even though they didn't touch, the mix of their scents was like a slap in the face.
It was late when we got home. I headed straight for the shower. As I was dressing, the bathroom door opened.
Levi stepped in, wrapping his arms around me. "Missed me?" A diamond necklace dangled in front of me. "Saw it at an auction. Thought it'd suit you. Like it?" His breath was hot on my neck.
But I caught Violet's perfume on him. I pushed him away hard. In the mirror, I recognized the pendant-it was the same one Violet had posted on X.
Her caption had said: "Too expensive, not my style."
Translation: I was getting her rejects.
I pulled up Violet's post on my phone and shoved it in Levi's face.
"Care to explain this?"
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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.