After My Husband Sacrificed Our Baby For His Mistress

I'm the renowned owner of a wish-pawning shop in the underworld, where you can trade anything for the fulfillment of your deepest desires. As we were approaching closing time, my husband, Ian Brooks, walked in—a sight that caught me off guard. Hidden behind the curtain, I switched on a voice changer. "What would you like to pawn?" He placed a photograph on the table and pointed to the woman in it. "I want to restore her sight." Next, he tossed my prenatal check-up report onto the counter. "Pawn the three-month-old fetus in my wife's womb." Staring at the photograph, I realized the woman was his childhood friend, his widowed sister-in-law. I was stunned; my mind went blank. The child I carried was the one Ian and I had longed for over three years. Yet he was willing to trade away our child for someone else. Pain stabbed my heart, each pang sharper than the last.

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By the time I got home, it was late, and the house felt empty. I curled up on the bed and slowly drifted into a troubled sleep.

I awoke to the sound of Ian returning home. Dawn's first light was creeping through the windows. He quietly opened the bedroom door, moving softly to avoid disturbing me. Seeing I was awake, he hurried over, gently holding my hand.

"You look so pale. Are you not feeling well?"

I looked up at him, disoriented by his presence after being apart for most of the day. His gaze was tender, genuinely concerned, making me doubt if the person I'd encountered last night was really him. But my eyes landed on the red mark on his neck, jolting me back to reality.

I turned away, unwilling to meet his gaze or speak, and slowly pulled my hand from his. Ian's hand lingered briefly before dropping to his side. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'm sorry for coming back late and not being there for you."

Closing my eyes, I refused to hear his empty apologies, hiding the tears ready to spill. Ian sighed again, softly touching my forehead.

"Is the baby giving you trouble again? Just rest at home for the next few days. Don’t worry about going out... Once things settle down, I'll spend more time with you."

His words were kind, but my heart felt like it was being pierced by needles. His concern seemed rehearsed, meant for Whitley's ears.

Suppressing the grief inside, I replied coolly, "No need."

Sensing my resistance, Ian hesitated, a hurt expression crossing his face. "Are you still upset about missing the appointment? I swear it won't happen again."

He held up his fingers as if making an oath, reminiscent of our early days together. Watching this man I had loved deeply, I forced a faint smile.

"Ian, do you really love me?"

He blinked, about to answer when his phone rang. Even without the speaker, I faintly heard Whitley's tearful voice.

I couldn’t make out her words, but Ian's face was filled with worry. "Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up, he began to dress, casting a guilty glance at me. "Whitley needs me; something's come up."

My heart sank with familiar pain. "Today is the anniversary of my parents' passing. You promised to be there."

He frowned, annoyed by my questioning. "Whitley can't see, and my brother asked me to look after her. How can I ignore that?"

"When did you become so cold?"

Whether it was my heart or the baby, sharp pain struck, forcing me to turn away so he wouldn’t see the tears.

Realizing his words might have been too harsh, he paused, softening slightly. "I’ll make it up to you once Whitley's situation is handled."

Then he rushed out, leaving the room quiet except for my heartbeat.

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I traced my finger along the delicate silver chain of the bracelet, feeling each link as if memorizing its pattern one final time. Seven years. Seven years of what I thought was love, devotion, and the sacred mate bond that the Moon Goddess herself had blessed us with. Tomorrow would mark our seventh mate ceremony anniversary. Seven—a sacred number among our kind. The number of completion, of perfection. How fitting that it would also mark the completion of my illusion. I had been cleaning our bedroom, preparing for tomorrow's celebration when I found it—my precious silver mate bracelet, the one Alexander had placed on my wrist during our ceremony—carelessly tossed into my bathroom waste bin. At first, I thought it must have fallen in by accident. But as I reached to retrieve it, a crumpled receipt caught my eye.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.8

After My Mate Abandoned Me, I Escaped

9.8

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the human town's market square as I wandered between the stalls, breathing in the mingled scents of fresh bread and blooming flowers. Here, among humans who knew nothing of pack hierarchies or mate bonds, I could pretend to be just another woman selecting roses for her dining table. My fingers traced the velvet petals of a deep crimson rose, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine Ethan's face when he saw them on our table tonight. Three years together, and I still hoped for those rare moments when his cold facade would crack, revealing glimpses of the mate bond I believed lay dormant beneath. "Beautiful choice," the elderly vendor said, her weathered hands wrapping the stems in brown paper. "Someone special?" "My mate," I replied softly, the word still sending a flutter through my chest despite everything. The woman's knowing smile faltered as a chill swept through the warm evening air. The market sounds—haggling voices, children's laughter, the clink of coins—seemed to dim as four figures materialized from the crowd. Victoria Taylor stood at their center, her blonde hair catching the dying light like spun gold. Three Delta wolves flanked her, their presence turning the peaceful market into a hunting ground.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.5

After My Mate Chose His Rogue Mistress

8.5

I smoothed the midnight blue silk of my gown one last time, watching my reflection in the full-length mirror. The dress was perfect—regal without being ostentatious, modest enough to play the dutiful Luna while concealing the small vial of Wolfsbane antidote tucked into my clutch alongside the flash drive that would change everything. My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly beneath my skin. "Tonight," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of months of careful planning. Tonight. "Mommy?" Amy's small voice pulled me from my thoughts. She stood in the doorway, her silver eyes—so like mine—wide with concern. "Why is Daddy angry lately?" I knelt down, gathering my daughter into my arms. The mate mark on my neck throbbed, a constant reminder of the bond I'd soon sever. "Sometimes, sweetheart, people forget what's truly important." I brushed a strand of dark hair from her face.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

Luna Rejects Her Traitor Mate

9.3

The sound of tires on gravel jolted me awake at dawn. My wolf stirred inside me, instantly alert. *Something's wrong*, she whispered in my mind. I slipped from our bed, careful not to wake Isaac. The morning light filtered through the curtains as I padded to the window. A sleek black car had pulled up to our pack house, and from it emerged a figure I recognized instantly. Mazie Fox. My mate's childhood sweetheart clutched a bundle to her chest—a newborn pup. Her golden hair caught the early sunlight as she lifted her face toward our bedroom window. Our eyes met briefly before she smiled and turned away.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

Rejected Omega- Forsaken No more

9.3

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Omega architect Emilia Winters walks in on her Alpha fiancé, Alexander Mills, kissing her pregnant assistant just moments before their wedding. Coldly informed that their marriage is merely a "business arrangement" and that his mistress carries his true heir, Emilia is forced to walk down the aisle and play the perfect wife—or risk losing everything she’s worked for. But Alexander underestimates the woman he’s trying to control. As he systematically dismantles her career, freezes her accounts, and humiliates her publicly, something awakens within Emilia—an ancient power that defies the rigid hierarchy of their world. No longer the trembling bride, she becomes a force to be reckoned with, ready to fight back against the Alpha who thought he could break her.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

Rejecting the Unfaithful Alpha

8.2

The Silver Creek Pack hall buzzed with excitement as members gathered for our fifth mate bond anniversary celebration. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the polished wooden floors, and the air was thick with the scent of pine and ceremonial herbs. I smoothed down my midnight blue dress—the one I'd spent weeks selecting for this special occasion—and clutched the velvet box containing my tribute. "Are you ready?" my mother whispered, adjusting the silver crescent moon pendant around my neck—a gift from Reed when we first bonded. "I've been ready for five years," I replied, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach. The moonstone crystals inside the box had taken months to source and cost $2,600—a significant portion of my inheritance from my father's side of the family. Each crystal had been blessed under the full moon by our pack's elders, making them not just valuable but spiritually significant. I'd recorded every detail in my leather-bound ledger, as I did with all resources I contributed to Reed's pack. "Luna Brielle," Elder Samuel Creek nodded as I passed, his weathered face solemn. "May your bond grow stronger with each passing year." I smiled politely, though his words felt hollow.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

After My Husband Sacrificed Our Baby For His Mistress

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