After My Groom Adopted Her Child, I Vanished
Reborn into this world, I've managed to avoid any encounters with Kolton Long this time around. When he got transferred to the Southern Military District, I decided to apply to the University of Chicago instead. He had submitted our marriage paperwork, but I secretly retrieved it. He bought a house for us down there, so I chose to settle in the north. All of this because, in a previous life, his true love dedicated her life to him, living alone. He felt he owed her and quietly adopted a child with her. In our later years, even our child was touched by their deep bond and became part of their family. After pulling back the marriage paperwork, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. No one knew I had been given a second chance at life. At the last moment, just as the marriage certificate was about to be finalized, I rushed over and reclaimed it under the pretense of incorrect family information.
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Chapter 6
Kolton Long didn’t return until nearly dawn. I could hear his attempts to tiptoe quietly from the other room, but I pretended not to notice.
The next morning, I thought Kolton had already left for work. Just as I was about to head out to buy a bus ticket, I heard him coughing in his room. My hand, poised with the spoon, hesitated briefly, but I acted as though I hadn’t heard a thing.
After breakfast, I aimed to secure that bus ticket. Tickets were scarce this time of year, and the lines could stretch forever. Still, getting this ticket would bring me peace of mind.
As I was ready to leave, a knock on the door surprised me. Opening it, I found Bailee Diaz standing there, looking much younger than I remembered. Her complexion was pale, her hair thin, and her skin had a sickly yellow tint, likely due to malnutrition. She was so frail she seemed she could be carried away by the slightest breeze.
In the past, I'd only seen her as a much older version of herself. I remember lying in a hospital bed while she sat across from me, sharply contrasting with her perfectly styled dark hair and designer outfits. The spoiled Bailee, wrapped in luxury, sat elegantly next to the bed of a weary, gray-haired woman exhausted by years of hard work—me.
Bailee couldn’t meet my eyes. She quickly glanced at me before looking down, nervously muttering, “I'm here to see Kolton.”
Her behavior could lead anyone to suspect there was something questionable between her and Kolton. But I didn't have the patience to entertain her pretense any longer.
I left the door open and walked past her, heading down the stairs.
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9.1
The silk of my ceremonial gown whispered against my skin, a stark, pure white that seemed to glow under the twilight sky. I stood at the center of the Sacred Gathering, the ancient clearing where every Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack had taken a mate for generations. The air was thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the nervous anticipation of three hundred wolves watching their leader. I am Charlotte Carter, the Alpha. I told myself this as I smoothed the fabric over my hips, trying to calm the tremor in my hands. It was a mantra I had repeated since my parents died, leaving me to shoulder the weight of the pack alone at twenty-two. Today was supposed to be the day that burden became lighter. Today, I would mark Cade Ross. Cade stood opposite me, looking devastatingly handsome in his formal black suit. He was my Beta, my childhood friend, and the man I had chosen.
8.8
The mind-link slipped through my consciousness like a whisper I wasn't meant to hear. "Alpha, I've arranged for you to meet with Aniyah tonight at the eastern border cabin. She's agreed to wait until midnight when the patrol changes." My Beta's voice was hushed, conspiratorial. "Good. Make sure no one follows us. I don't need Caroline asking questions." Dexter's mental voice carried that familiar authoritative edge that had once made me feel protected. Now it made my blood run cold. I stood frozen outside Dexter's office door, my hand hovering over the handle. I'd come to discuss the upcoming full moon ceremony—my tenth as Luna of Silvermoon Pack. The ceremony where we would renew our mate bond before the pack and the Moon Goddess.
7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
9.6
18+ Reader Advisory:
This story contains mature themes and content intended strictly for adult readers.
From Chapter Nine onward, there is no turning back.
If you choose to continue, you do so at your own discretion.
Freya loved him for ten years... only to discover he had been sharing her bed with her sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, she walked away, leaving her title as Luna behind.
But freedom was a lie... her parents sold her to the Lone Wolf, a man feared, cursed, and utterly dangerous.
He is possession... demanding, intoxicating, and impossible to resist. Every touch, and every heated glance ignites her, but when he discovers she holds the key to breaking his curse, his desire turns darker, and more consuming.
She is no longer just temptation... she is necessity, and he will not let her go.
She hates him... yet a part of her aches for him, drawn to the man beneath the beast.
What will happen when the man cursed with emptiness and eternal loneliness discovers the woman who could break his curse?"
8.0
Valeria has spent years as a servant to the ruthless alpha family, trapped in a life of obedience and suffering. The only escape she knows comes in her dreams where she is free, loved, and a mysterious man holds her heart. But he isn't real.
Kendric is a lone alpha, unbound by any pack for reasons only a few know. When he and his friend are called to investigate the mistreatment of a pack member, he expects cruelty, but what he doesn't expect is her. The woman from his dreams standing right before him and within reach.
Their connection is undeniable and their bond is real. But breaking Valeria's chains won't be easy. The alpha family won't let go of their servant without a fight, and Kendric will have to unleash thebeast within to claim what is his.
Can Valeria find the strength to trust him? Or will the ghosts of their shared pasts keep her caged forever?
"No one will ever take you from me again."
8.2
The guest wing of the Pack House felt like a prison. Four walls of sterile white, a narrow bed with sheets that never quite warmed, and a window that offered the only glimpse of the outside world. I sat curled in the window seat, my fingers tracing the cold glass as I watched the scene below. Graham stood in the garden, his broad shoulders and commanding presence unmistakable even from this distance. He held a bouquet of crimson roses—my favorite, once upon a time. But they weren't for me. "More flowers for your precious Jade," I whispered, my breath fogging the glass. "While I get cold soup and stale bread."
My body still ached from the miscarriage. Eight months pregnant one day, empty and bleeding the next. The Pack Healer had said it was a common tragedy, that sometimes pups just didn't survive.