After His Betrayal, I Chose His Alpha Brother

Invited to her best friend Dylan's wedding, Allison Mason stood at the edge of the bustling reception hall, her thoughts drifting to her own impending mate pairing ceremony. Dylan, a Gamma in her pack and her closest confidant, nudged her playfully. "So, when's your big day?" he asked with a grin. "In a month," Allison replied, her voice steady but her heart fluttering with anticipation. Her fiancé, Neil Kelly, a Delta in the pack, overheard and interjected with a dismissive tone, "Let's wait a bit longer." His words were sharp, cutting through the festive atmosphere like a cold wind. As their voices overlapped, Neil shot Allison a look filled with accusation and irritation. "Are you really trying to rush me into this?" he demanded, his alpha tone laced with disdain. Allison held her ground, but the weight of his words lingered. That night, under the pretense of attending a pack gathering, Neil spent hours with Fatima Ross, an Omega in the pack. Allison knew better than to confront him.

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"In a month," Allison replied, her voice steady but her heart fluttering with anticipation.

Her fiancé, Neil Kelly, a Delta in the pack, overheard and interjected with a dismissive tone, "Let's wait a bit longer." His words were sharp, cutting through the festive atmosphere like a cold wind.

As their voices overlapped, Neil shot Allison a look filled with accusation and irritation. "Are you really trying to rush me into this?" he demanded, his alpha tone laced with disdain.

Allison held her ground, but the weight of his words lingered. That night, under the pretense of attending a pack gathering, Neil spent hours with Fatima Ross, an Omega in the pack. Allison knew better than to confront him. Instead, she calmly picked up her phone and made a call. "The ceremony will go on as planned," she said firmly.

Fortunately, the person she intended to pair with wasn’t Neil.

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At midnight, Allison’s phone buzzed with a video from an unknown number. Curious, she opened it.

The clip showed a dimly lit club, the air thick with energy. Neil’s fair skin stood out against the vibrant dance floor as he moved to the music, his body language carefree and unrestrained. A girl approached him, her arms wrapping around his waist. Neil didn’t push her away. Instead, he smirked, leaned in, and kissed her without hesitation.

Allison recognized the girl immediately. It was Marina Johnson, a rogue werewolf and Neil’s first love. Marina’s reappearance had been the talk of the pack, stirring up old memories of their college days when they were inseparable. Back then, Allison hadn’t given it much thought, assuming it was just young love. But now, watching the video, the last glimmer of hope within her faded.

She called Neil, but he didn’t answer. Moments later, the number’s owner sent a taunting message: "Even if you pair with him, what difference does it make? He still loves me." Allison ignored it and blocked the number, her jaw tightening with resolve.

Determined to uncover the truth, she called Robert Hill, a Delta in Neil’s pack and one of his closest friends. "Neil is with you, right? Who’s the girl?" she asked directly, her tone leaving no room for evasion.

Silence stretched on the other end before Robert mumbled, "Work stuff. Can't talk now; my phone's about to die."

"One thousand," Allison offered, her voice firm.

"No way! What do you take me for?" Robert protested.

"Five thousand. I want all the details about the girl," she countered.

"Okay… just don’t say it was me," he relented, the guilt in his voice palpable.

As soon as the call ended, Allison’s phone buzzed incessantly with links to Neil’s secret Twitter account. She had no idea it even existed. Scrolling through the posts, she found a trove of updates—meals, outings, even books he was reading. Each post was accompanied by comments from Marina.

Neil: *Made something for you, a scarf for my dear.*

Marina: *Got the scarf, a pity she’s home, I can’t swing by for it.*

Neil: *Oh well, forget it then!*

Allison’s stomach churned as she realized the pink scarf Neil had given her for her birthday last year was originally meant for Marina. It had only become hers because Marina didn’t want it.

Further down the feed, she found a post that chilled her to the core. It was from Valentine’s Day during the pandemic’s peak, when she had been stuck in a hotel and unable to celebrate with Neil. He had been angry at the time, but now she understood why. The post showed a selfie of Neil kissing Marina, a king-sized bed visible in the background.

*Ding—* A notification for a new tweet. Neil had posted an update: *Farewell to youth.*

Marina commented: *Hope she treats you well.*

Allison silently closed her phone and rubbed her temples, the weight of Neil’s betrayal pressing down on her. But she refused to let it break her. The mate pairing ceremony would go on as planned—just not with Neil.

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I woke up gasping. My hand flew to the right side of my neck — the spot where Leo's mark used to sit, where the skin had been raised and warm for years, where I could press my fingers and feel the bond humming like a second heartbeat. Nothing. Smooth skin. Unmarked. Sunlight poured through the curtains. White curtains with tiny silver threads my mother had sewn before she died. I knew those curtains. I knew this room. The lavender bedspread, the oak desk in the corner, the framed photo of me and my father at the Silverfang summer run when I was twelve.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me

9.3

Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone. But death? Just her intermission. She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down. And her? Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status. But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power. Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer: Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world. Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge. Sounds simple? Think again. A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him. A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart. A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure. A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark. A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her. They all need her mark. They all want her. And sharing? Not in their vocabulary. Too bad for them- She's not here for love stories. She's here to survive. To climb. To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones. And one day. To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born.

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9.1

My Alpha Framed Me to Protect His Pregnant Lover

9.1

The phone rang while I was cutting silver paper for Lyla's gifts. I knew it was him before I looked. Seven years of marriage teaches you the rhythm of a man's calls, even the ones that lie. I picked up and tucked the phone against my shoulder. "Amelie." Cullen's voice was tired in that careful way of his. "There's a problem at the northern border. Rogues. I can't make it back for the Solstice." I kept cutting. The scissors made a clean, even sound. "How many?" I asked.

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9.2

My Alpha Took My Blood to Heal His Mistress

9.2

The sound of tires on gravel jerked me from my afternoon rest. Through the window, I watched a sleek black SUV pull up to the pack house, my heart sinking with each passing second. Jonathan was home. I smoothed down my simple dress and checked my reflection in the mirror. Ten years as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, and still my hands trembled when he returned. Not from excitement—from dread. "Luna Elodie!" Our Beta's voice echoed through the hall. "Alpha Jonathan requests your presence at the main entrance immediately." Requests. As if it were a polite invitation rather than a command. I grabbed my cane, wincing as my damaged leg protested.

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9.3

The Alpha Was Poisoned By His Mate After I Wedded to Another Alpha

9.3

I had walked through the darkest abyss with Alpha Gorge. When his family was framed and plunged into ruin, I was his unyielding rock. We shivered under a bridge, living on instant noodles. I scoured for herbs when he was sick, ignoring my own misery. But once he became Alpha, I was demoted to a lowly nanny. Tears streaming, I cried, "You promised to marry me at 25! How could you forget?" He stood, dazed by Salina, and brushed me off like a nuisance. At the disastrous event, Salina's scandalous video played. She clung to him, wailing, "It's a setup!" But Alpha Gorge, in a fit of wild rage, ordered her sold to a seedy nightclub. Salina, gaunt and haunted, returned to his kitchen. "Please, let's start over," she begged. Alpha Gorge, seething at the sight of her and perhaps my new life, roared, "You can't undo the pain!" and lunged at her. As he struck, Salina cackled, "The food is poisoned! Pay for your cruelty!" Alpha Gorge doubled over in agony. "Lora... sorry... forgive me,"

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.6

Reborn And Remade: The Exiled Matriarch

7.6

A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room. She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland. Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror. Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open. He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts. The situation was a complete death trap. Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts. Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall. Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises. The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled. As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl. She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game. Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man. "Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you." With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.

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