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 4
When Alpha Levi saw the positive pregnancy test, he lifted me off my feet and spun me around, a huge grin plastered on his face. He'd always dreamed of having a daughter.
He swore to clear his schedule, promising to accompany me to every healer's appointment.
But on the day of our first check - up, I sat alone in the hospital corridor, clutching the early pregnancy report. I called him repeatedly, but his phone went straight to voicemail.
Then a text flashed on my screen: Violet got into a car accident.
Can't leave right now.
Moments later, Violet posted a selfie on X.
Her hand was wrapped in bandages, and she pouted at the camera with the caption: "Just a tiny scratch, but someone's making a mountain out of a molehill."
The strong smell of hospital antiseptic filled my nostrils, triggering a wave of nausea.
My hands shook as I gripped the report tightly and knocked on the healer's door. "I want to schedule an abortion," I said firmly.
As the anesthesia took effect, I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face.
After the procedure, I leaned against the wall, barely able to stand as I made my way out of the operating room.
That's when I saw them.
At the end of the hall, Alpha Levi crouched down, letting Violet climb onto his back.
The sight was all too familiar. Seven years ago, he'd carried me like that after my appendicitis surgery. In college, during a freezing winter, he'd waited outside my dorm for three hours just to bring me medicine when I had a cold. Back then, his eyes shone only for me. Now, they lit up at the sight of Violet's teary eyes.
"Does your foot still hurt?" he asked, easily supporting her weight.
Violet giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, her hair brushing against his throat.
Before she could reply, a group of their coworkers stepped out of the elevator. Alpha Levi quickly set her down, stepping back to fix his tie and creating distance between them.
"Violet, heard you had an accident?" one coworker said, slapping her shoulder.
"Alpha Levi's playing nurse? Talk about special treatment!"
I tried to slip through the crowd unnoticed, but a sharp pain shot through my lower back, making me stumble. My elbow accidentally brushed against Violet's arm.
"Ouch!" she cried out, dramatically falling to the floor.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Watch where you're going!" Her eyes widened slightly when she realized it was me.
Her colleagues jumped in, yelling at me. "Apologize!"
"Yeah, what's your problem? Say sorry!" Since I rarely attended Alpha Levi's company events, they had no clue I was his mate.
The pain from the surgery was unbearable, and my vision blurred as I leaned on the wall for support.
I didn't have the energy to argue. I took a wobbly step to leave, but Alpha Levi grabbed my wrist, his grip vice - like.
"Apologize to her," he demanded, his voice frigid, his eyes lacking any trace of the warmth I once knew.
I thought of the wolf who used to tilt his umbrella towards me in the rain, getting soaked himself.
Now, that same wolf was forcing me to apologize to another she - wolf. My stomach twisted. I pulled my wrist free, tasting blood in my mouth but swallowing it back.
"What if I don't?" I challenged, my voice shaking.
His tone was even colder. "You don't want to find out."
His threat crushed the last of my hope. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but it only made me feel more miserable.
"Fine," I said, licking my dry lips. "I won't."
He scowled and leaned in closer. "What did you say?"
"I said, Alpha Levi," my voice sounded foreign to me, "I want to break the mate bond."
The entire hallway fell silent. Shock spread across everyone's faces.
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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.