
After erasing my pack identity, the betrayed alpha regretted
Jessica Lagerfelt discovers her mate Alpha Anders Trier has a legal blood bond with Caroline Chastain, despite years of professed devotion.
Torn between memories of their childhood and his deceit, Jessica endures alpha Anders' lies and Caroline's manipulation, only to be brutally abused when framed for attacking Caroline. After erasing her pack identity, she flees and is rescued by healer Joachim Danielsen, alpha of another pack.
Meanwhile, Anders uncovers Caroline's scheming but realizes too late that he inflicted irreversible harm on Jessica, who now thrives in a new life, free from his toxic grasp.
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Chapter 3
Hidden behind the enchanted ward, my fingers ripped through the linen gown.
His friend had called it "minor scratches," but Caroline's hospital bed was ringed with candles.
The door creaked open, releasing a wave of ... my own blood.
Caroline leaned against the headboard, her wrist bandaged in gauze.
Anders knelt at her bedside.
"Does the scar throb?" His voice was velve.
Caroline sniffled.
"First the car crash, now this..."
"I'm a curse, Anders. Jessica will-"
"Shh."
"I'll handle her."
Anders' voice dropped to a growl.
"We're mates, Caroline. "
He reached behind his neck, unclasping a chain that had rested there for years.
The pendant hit my nose like a silver bullet: a crescent moon carved from the same Pact Stone we'd sworn on, set with a fang from his first shift.
I'd spent 365 nights bleeding into a silver cauldron, summoning the Moon Goddess to bless it-each drop of my pureblood now pulsed in the charm.
He was already fastening the chain around Caroline's neck.
Caroline gasped, clutching the charm.
"But this is the Bloodmoon stone you said-"
"-that only my true mate could wear."
He finished, pressing a kiss to her bandaged wrist.
"Consider it a late mating gift."
I staggered back, hitting a silver IV stand. The charm around Caroline's neck throbbed in time with Anders' heartbeat. The memory of giving him that gift burned in my throat: how he'd sworn to wear it until his last breath.
My heart tore like flesh under a dull blade.
I fled the hospital, steps as airy as mist.
The moment I shut the door, my phone vibrated-Anders' message:"Baby, urgent business . Don't be angry. I'll make it up to you."
Staring at the screen, my fingers shook over the keyboard.
I typed:"Business trip, or time with your loved she wolf?"?
I spent the days packing:-every trace of "Jessica Lagerfelt" stuffed into a black suitcase.
As the zipper closed, I heard something shatter in my chest: quiet, final.
Five days later, Anders returned.
He pushed the door, holding a bouquet of roses , smile as tender as memory:
"Baby, I'm home."
I stood in the living room.
He set down the flowers, reaching to hug me:
"I hated leaving you. Forgive me?"
"I'm not angry. Do what you need."
He paused, then smiled, taking my hand:
He paused, diamond cufflinks catching the chandelier light.
"No more pack board meetings." His thumb brushed the back of my hand "I have a surprise in the penthouse."
The elevator opened to a wall of white roses, their petals dusted with diamond powder.
As we stepped onto the marble floor, a crowd of socialites gasped, iPhones flashing:
"Can you believe it? Alpha Trier bought out the entire Burj Khalifa penthouse for Miss Lagerfelt!"
"Those roses are from his private greenhouse in Monaco-each one costs a thousand dollars."
"Look at that necklace! Is that the Star of Africa II? He had it recut into her birthstone."
I touched the diamond pendant, its weight pulling at my neck.
The stone was indeed my birthstone, but something felt off.
A socialite whispered behind her hand: "Did you hear? He chartered a private jet just to pick up her favorite macarons from Ladurée. The flight cost more than my apartment."
Another laughed: "Devotion? He's obsessed. I heard he had this entire penthouse redecorated three times."
He'd gifted me the world's romance, yet given mate bonds to another.
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9.7
"Say you're mateless, Laia. No matter what you feel during the Ceremony, don't say a word," he whispered squeezing my bicep so tight I thought he'd leave bruise marks.
I was stupid to hope.
Years of secretly dreaming that Alphason Cael would be my mate and choose me, even while Lysandra clung to his side.
All those fantasies shatter the night of the Moon Ceremony when I am forced to lie about fate tying us together. Mateless... that's what I am to the world now.
All I want is to get my little brother and leave this damned pack forever, until one reckless kiss from Cael binds me to a new kind of doom.
For my sin, Lysandra demands a price: steal the ancient Moon Relic from the Faceless Pack, or lose my brother's freedom. She feeds me lies about helping us disappear, about covering my university costs.
Cael just stands there as the masked warriors of the most dangerous pack escort me onto the ship that will take me straight to Alpha Damon, the notorious leader of the Faceless Pack.
How am I supposed to steal from a man whose very name is shrouded in mystery and menace? A masked Alpha who watches me with burning restraint. Every damn time we're near each other, his nostrils flare and all his muscles tense as if he's holding himself back. Sometimes he fails, sometimes I feel the ghost of his touch on the tips of my hair when he thinks I am not looking.
And sometimes... I wonder if I'll survive being near him, seeing the pain in the depths of his eyes. I need to get out and leave Alpha Damon as a distant memory.

8.9
For seven years, I was his secret. His brilliant, naive Elodie. Last night, he held me and called me his future.
Today, his sister, my best friend, showed me the pictures from his engagement party.
My life's work, a revolutionary bio-printed kidney, was meant to save his dying fiancée. But then I overheard his real plan. If my research failed, he had a backup.
"She's got a nice pair of kidneys," he told his friends. "Perfect match."
He'd secretly filmed our most intimate moments, blackmail to force me onto the operating table. I wasn't his love. I was his insurance policy. A spare part.
He thought he had me cornered. He underestimated his "naive little scientist."
So I faked my death and disappeared.
Five years later, I'm back, my name on the cover of every scientific journal. And he's about to find out that the woman he tried to butcher is now the one who holds his entire world in her hands.

7.1
He claimed her once. Now he's back to claim everything she's hiding.
Elena Rossi built her life on silence and sacrifice. By day, she works endless shifts to keep the lights on. By night, she watches over her fragile daughter,the only reason she keeps breathing. Love is a wound she swore never to reopen, and her past is a shadow she refuses to face.
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But Elena has a secret. A secret she has guarded with her life. A secret with his blood.
Now Adrian's presence threatens to unravel everything she's built. His power, his obsession, his relentless pursuit draw her closer to the fire she barely escaped once before. And as passion collides with danger, Elena faces an impossible choice: surrender to the man who broke her... or risk losing the one thing she cannot live without.

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8.0
I am the invisible step-daughter of the billionaire Wilder family, a "guest" in a mansion of gold fixtures and cold hearts. For years, I’ve occupied the secret spaces of my step-brother Cornelius’s life, waking up in silk sheets that still smell of our shared nights before slipping out the side entrance like a criminal.
The illusion of our connection shattered during a family breakfast when Cornelius calmly announced his engagement to socialite Emerald Kerr. Without a flicker of warmth, he swept his eyes over me—the woman he had just held hours before—and reminded me to take the morning-after pill because his "real" bride was returning to claim him.
The cruelty only escalated from there. While I worked myself to the bone to pay for my dying step-father’s medical bills, Cornelius used his power to keep me trapped. He sabotaged my career prospects to keep me dependent, humiliated the only man who treated me with respect, and stood by as his sister physically assaulted me, coldly reminding me that I was nothing more than an interloper in his home. He tracked my phone and monitored my every move, all while playing the part of the devoted fiancé to a woman he didn't even want to touch.
I couldn't understand why he treated me like a shameful secret he hated, yet refused to let go. I was drowning in the injustice of being his sister in the light and his property in the dark, a transaction disguised as brotherly charity.
I finally reached my breaking point, blocked his number, and tried to disappear into the city lights. But as I sat in a dive bar miles away, the door was ripped open. Cornelius, who was supposed to be in Boston signing a billion-dollar merger, stood there with murder in his eyes, ready to burn my world down just to drag me back into his cage.