After My Alpha Chose Her, I Fled

Pain radiated through my body as consciousness returned, the scent of medicinal herbs and antiseptic filling my nostrils. The pack healer's den was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors and my own labored breathing. I tried to move, wincing as fire shot through my abdomen—a reminder of Emma's difficult birth just days ago. Through the haze of pain medication, I recalled Dr. Alistair's grave expression: "You nearly died, Luna Isabella. The hemorrhaging was severe. You must rest completely." My wolf, Aurora, stirred within me, her presence warm and protective. *Our pup is safe. Our Emma survived.* I smiled weakly, grateful for the small mercy. Blake had been here earlier—hadn't he?

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Through the haze of pain medication, I recalled Dr. Alistair's grave expression: "You nearly died, Luna Isabella. The hemorrhaging was severe. You must rest completely."

My wolf, Aurora, stirred within me, her presence warm and protective. *Our pup is safe. Our Emma survived.*

I smiled weakly, grateful for the small mercy. Blake had been here earlier—hadn't he? The memory was foggy. My mate, my Alpha, my childhood sweetheart... surely he'd been by my side during the worst of it?

A door creaked somewhere in the healing den. Voices drifted from the adjacent examination room, muffled but growing clearer as a door was left partially open.

"The pregnancy is progressing beautifully," Dr. Alistair's voice carried through. "Much smoother than our Luna's difficult case."

My ears perked up. Another pregnant she-wolf in our pack? I hadn't heard of anyone else expecting.

"Thank you, Doctor." A female voice, unfamiliar yet somehow familiar, responded. "Blake has been so worried."

*Blake?*

Aurora suddenly went rigid within me, her awareness sharpening like a blade. A scent wafted through the crack in the door—a female wolf, unmistakably pregnant, and carrying...

*Mate's scent. Our mate's scent is on her.*

The monitor beside me began beeping faster as my heart rate spiked. With effort that sent daggers of pain through my healing body, I pushed myself up on trembling arms.

"Blake, darling, you don't need to worry so much." The female voice again, sweet and lilting. "Rachel and baby are perfectly healthy."

My blood turned to ice. *Rachel?* Who was Rachel?

I reached for our mate bond, that sacred connection blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, trying to send my confusion, my fear through our mind-link.

*Blake? What's happening?*

Nothing. The bond felt... muted. Blocked.

Aurora whined, pawing desperately at the wall between us and our mate. *Wrong. Something is wrong.*

With strength I didn't know I possessed, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Pain tore through my abdomen, but I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood. One step. Another. The cold floor beneath my bare feet grounded me as I approached the partially open door.

Through the crack, I saw them.

Blake—my Blake—stood with his arm around a beautiful she-wolf with copper hair. His hand rested possessively on her slightly rounded belly. Dr. Alistair was showing them something on a monitor, but I couldn't focus on that. All I could see was the tender way Blake looked at this woman, the way his thumb stroked circles on her stomach.

The exact way he had touched me when I carried Emma.

"I want the best care for my chosen mate," Blake was saying, his voice filled with a warmth that had been absent when he'd briefly visited me. "Nothing can go wrong with this pregnancy."

*Chosen mate.*

Two words that shattered my world.

Aurora howled in agony within me, the sound echoing in the hollow chamber of my chest where our mate bond had once burned bright. I stumbled backward, knocking over a tray of instruments that clattered to the floor.

Three heads snapped toward the noise, toward me.

Blake's eyes widened, a flash of something—guilt?—crossing his face before his expression hardened into the impassive mask of an Alpha.

"Isabella," he said coolly. "You should be resting."

The woman—Rachel—smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Oh! You must be the Luna. Blake mentioned you had a difficult delivery. I'm so sorry."

I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. My legs gave out, and Dr. Alistair rushed to catch me before I hit the floor.

"Luna Isabella needs rest," he said firmly, shooting Blake a look I couldn't interpret. "Alpha, perhaps this discussion can continue later?"

Blake nodded curtly, guiding Rachel toward the exit. Neither looked back.

Somehow, I made it back to our quarters—*my* quarters now, it seemed. The space felt foreign, cold. On the bookshelf sat the leather-bound diary that held 999 pages of our love story. Every milestone, every precious moment from our first shift together to our marking ceremony, documented in our alternating handwriting.

With trembling hands, I took it down, opened to the first page. Blake's neat script described the day he first realized he loved me, at ten years old when I'd fallen from a tree and he'd carried me all the way to the pack healer.

Aurora whimpered as I struck a match, holding the flame to the corner of that first precious page. The paper curled, blackened, and turned to ash.

As the first page of our love story burned between my fingers, I felt something inside me begin to die.

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For three years, I played second fiddle to my boyfriend' s "childhood friend," Eve. When Damion finally whisked me away to Paris to rekindle our dying spark, I thought things might change. Instead, the moment we arrived, he abandoned me in the hotel lobby without my passport because Eve called with a "crisis." I spent my first night in Paris stranded and penniless while he rushed to comfort her. When he finally returned the next morning, he didn't apologize. He flew into a rage because I' d sought safety in an old college friend' s room, accusing me of cheating while he still smelled like her cheap perfume. He actually punched the only man who helped me, screaming that I was the toxic one. The gaslighting was the final straw. I didn't feel anger anymore, just a cold, liberating indifference. While he begged on his knees, quitting his job and promising to cut Eve off forever, I simply walked away. I boarded a plane to London for a promotion I' d once turned down for him, leaving him with nothing but his regrets and the "friend" he chose over me.

Fantasy Modern Romance

9.1

After My Husband Took My Eyes, I Fled

9.1

Pain. That was all I knew as consciousness crept back into my world of darkness. My head throbbed with a dull ache that seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat. I reached out instinctively, searching for Jonathan's warmth beside me, but my fingers found only cold sheets. Three days. It had been three days since the rogue attack that had stolen my sight. Three days of drifting in and out of consciousness, of Jonathan's gentle reassurances that everything would be okay, that we would get through this together. I pushed myself up, wincing as pain shot through my body. Something felt wrong. Different.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.2

Betrayed by her Blood. Claimed by the Night.

7.2

(18+ Warning: This novel contains explicit scenes of violence, aristocratic cruelty, sexual content, and themes of blood magic, non-consensual binding, and character trauma.) Sofia Quispe was never meant to be a simple noble. As the supposed pureblood heir to the powerful Abribi Covenant, her fate was sealed in a political Blood Union to three powerful vampire princes: the dominant Zilo Graves, the ruthless Klaus Blackwell, and the ambitious Zack Rivera. This union was meant to secure the throne and unite the kingdom. But during the Ceremony of Binding, the blood doesn't lie. When Sofia fails to Awaken her vampiric gifts, a desperate bloodline test reveals the shattering truth: she is not a pureblood noble, but a disgraced Dhampir-half-human, half-vampire-the product of her deceased mother's forbidden betrayal. In the rigid aristocracy of the vampire world, Dhampirs are considered abominations, a stain on bloodline purity. Renounced by her enraged father, Lord Quispe, and brutally rejected by the Princes who fear political ruin, Sofia is cast out of the Covenant citadel and into the perilous human world, a day-walker with no power, plagued by the maddening Blood Hunger caused by the trio's incomplete Blood Mark. Rock bottom forces her into the shadows of the city, where she works at a supernatural bar, fighting to control the erratic power surges of her cursed bond. When a violent attack by feral vampires leaves her vulnerable, she is saved by Phuwin Montague, a powerful, enigmatic Vampire Sovereign from a rival faction. Phuwin sees not a flaw, but a unique political weapon-a Dhampir marked by a Prince. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Sofia trains with an ex-military vampire hunter, learning to master her hybrid nature and the dark potential of her blood. But the psychic echoes of the incomplete bond still haunt her, pulling her

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9.3

He Rejected Me for a Weak Omega Luna

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The scent hit me first—rain and cedar, intoxicating and undeniable. My wolf stirred within me, suddenly alert and yearning. *Mate.* The word echoed through my consciousness as I turned toward the source. Parker Russell stood across the ballroom, his broad shoulders draped in a tailored black suit that emphasized his Alpha physique. Dark hair fell across his forehead in a way that made my fingers itch to touch it. When our eyes met, something electric passed between us. "You feel it too," I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. My wolf howled in triumph. *Finally, our mate.* I smoothed down the silver silk of my gown and made my way toward him, heart pounding against my ribs. The annual Moonstone Pack Mating Ball was the most important night of my life, and it was unfolding exactly as I'd dreamed.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.1

His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

7.1

I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back. But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck. He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain. This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death. "Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears." The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her? I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.

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Love Only in My Ashes

8.0

The sorcerers of the Vaelgorr Pack finally breached the forbidden boundary, successfully developing a witchcraft capable of extracting the memories of the dead. And the first one lying cold on the experimental table was me. When Father heard the news, he merely furrowed his brow. "That selfish, nasty girl? All she ever did while alive was cause trouble, and now she has to disgust us even in death? Today is Jasmine and Colin's Marking Ceremony! No one is to broadcast this filth in the pack!" Jasmine—my stepsister—was currently clinging to Colin's arm. And Colin, the man who once pledged his vows to me before the Moon Goddess, now wouldn't even spare a glance at my corpse. It wasn't until the memory footage was forcibly projected during the ceremony that they finally saw the whole truth. They knelt on the ground, confessing their regrets to me. Too bad, I was already dead. Their tears came far too late. A whole lifetime too late.

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After My Alpha Chose Her, I Fled

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