After My Mate Betrayed Me, I Stole His Heir

The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the Pack House as I arranged the fresh-cut lilies in a crystal vase. My fingers lingered on the delicate petals—just as Greyson had lingered on my skin last night, his touch passionate but somehow distant. I pushed the thought away. Today was important. "Perfect," I whispered, stepping back to admire my work. The grand hall sparkled with silver and blue decorations—Silverclaw Pack colors—for Greyson's birthday celebration tonight. Everything had to be flawless. I was Gianna Hayes, the Luna of Silverclaw Pack, and my Alpha deserved nothing less than perfection. My wolf, Aria, stirred within me. *He seems distracted lately.* "He's busy," I replied silently.

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I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, watching as the realization dawned across my face. The slight flutter in my abdomen wasn't just morning sickness—it was our pup. Greyson's pup. A tiny life that deserved better than a father who betrayed its mother.

"Luna Gianna?" Alexa's voice came through the door. "Are you alright?"

I splashed cold water on my face and composed myself. "Yes, just a moment."

When I opened the door, my best friend's concerned eyes met mine. As a Beta, Alexa had always been loyal to the pack first, but her friendship with me had grown into something deeper over the years.

"You look pale," she said, following me into my private sitting room. "Is it the pregnancy?"

I nodded, unable to speak the lie again. The healer had confirmed it—I was carrying the Alpha's heir. The thought should have filled me with joy, but instead, it felt like a chain binding me to a mate who had already proven himself unworthy.

"Gianna," Alexa's voice dropped to a whisper. "There's something you should know."

She handed me a folder—pack surveillance reports. My hands trembled as I flipped through photos of Briana entering Greyson's private cabin in the northern territory. Not once. Not twice. Dozens of times over the past months.

"She's not just his mistress," Alexa said, her voice tight with anger. "She's positioning herself to replace you."

The evidence was damning. Photos of Briana wearing my Luna ceremonial jewelry. Meeting with pack elders behind closed doors. Practicing the Luna's traditional blessing with the pack's spiritual advisor.

"She wants to be Luna," I whispered, the truth settling like ice in my veins.

Aria growled within me. *She will not take our place.*

"But she can," I realized aloud. "If Greyson chooses her over us—over our pup—she could take everything."

Alexa's expression darkened. "What will you do?"

I closed my eyes, feeling the baby flutter again. When I opened them, something had hardened within me.

"I won't give her the chance."

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The plan formed over the next three days. I moved with calculated precision, gathering what I needed while maintaining the perfect Luna facade.

"The scent-masking herbs are rare," Elena whispered as she handed me a small pouch. "But they'll work. Your scent will seem to... end."

I nodded, tucking the herbs into my pocket. "Thank you for your help."

"Gianna," Elena's eyes filled with tears. "Are you certain this is what you want?"

I placed a protective hand over my stomach. "It's what I need to do."

Alexa had secured a new identity for me in Italy—neutral territory under Lycan protection. My parents had already been contacted and would join me there once I was established.

"The car is prepared," Alexa said as we met in the underground garage. "The brakes will fail at exactly the right moment, sending it over the cliff into the ocean. The herbs will mask your scent at the point of impact."

"And Barnaby?" I asked, thinking of my beloved pet.

"He'll be taken care of," she promised. "Greyson won't be able to resist caring for anything connected to you."

I nodded, feeling Aria's approval rumbling within me. My wolf understood what needed to be done.

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The great hall glittered with silver and blue decorations as Alphas from neighboring packs mingled with Lycan dignitaries. Greyson stood at the center, accepting birthday wishes with the confidence of a man who believed himself untouchable.

Briana hovered nearby, her copper hair gleaming under the chandelier light. She wore a dress that hugged her warrior's physique, her eyes constantly tracking Greyson's movements.

"You're pale tonight, Luna," she said as she passed me, her voice dripping with false concern. "Perhaps you should sit down."

I smiled serenely. "Perhaps you should worry about yourself."

Her eyes narrowed slightly before she moved away, unaware that her time was running out.

From my position near the control room, I could see everything—the visiting Alphas, the pack elders, the Lycan prince who had traveled from Italy to honor Greyson. All witnesses to what would come next.

With a subtle nod to Alexa, I slipped into the control room and took my place at the projection console.

"Time for your birthday surprise," I whispered to myself.

The lights dimmed as the projection screen descended from the ceiling. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the video began to play—high-definition footage of their mighty Alpha entwined with his assistant.

"Is that—" someone started.

"It's Briana," another voice confirmed.

Greyson froze, his eyes widening in horror as he watched himself on screen, heard his own voice promising Briana she would be his Luna.

I stepped into the shadows, watching as chaos erupted. Greyson's face contorted with rage and humiliation as the visiting Alphas turned to him with expressions of disgust.

"I don't know what—" he started, but his voice was drowned out by the murmurs of the crowd.

Briana stood rigid, her face a mask of fury and embarrassment.

As I slipped away toward my waiting fate—a car parked at the edge of the cliff—I heard Greyson's anguished howl echo through the Pack House.

The mate bond twisted painfully in my chest, but I silenced Aria's whimpers.

Some bonds weren't meant to be broken.

Others deserved to be shattered completely.

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They took everything from her. Her freedom, her pack, and her name. Sofia Fletcher has survived four years of slavery, a mate who rejected her for her own stepsister, and the kind of cruelty that teaches you never to hope. She has one rule left: trust no one. Then Draco walks into an auction house and takes her. He doesn't bid. He doesn't ask. He simply crosses a room full of bowed heads because when the most powerful being alive enters, everyone drops their eyes, and he takes her home. He is an Alpha King like no other. Werewolf. Vampire. Demon king. Dragon slayer. Immortal. And he has been searching for Sofia for years, because she is the one thing in his long, terrible life he cannot walk away from. His fated mate. Sofia wants nothing to do with him. She is an Omega the lowest rank in pack society with a dangerous secret buried in her blood, and a past that left scars no one is allowed to touch. Draco is patient, possessive, and impossible to ignore, and the mate bond humming beneath her skin is beginning to feel less like a curse and more like an answer. But Sofia's secret is the kind that gets witches killed. And Draco's world is full of enemies including the brother who wants to destroy him, and the father who will use anyone to take back what he lost. Falling for the Alpha King was never the plan but fate has it's own plan.

Fantasy Romance Vampire Werewolf

8.4

After Ten - Year Contracted Luna Expires, the Alpha Is Overcome With Heartbreak.

8.4

The year of the great famine was a time of unrelenting despair. My mother, the light of my life, was on the brink of death. In a moment of sheer desperation, I was approached by Alpha Daniel's mother. She offered me a deal. "Become Luna for ten years, and your mother will be saved," . I agreed, not knowing the true extent of the sacrifice I was about to make. It was only later that I discovered the real reason behind her offer. I was a mere substitute. I resembled Snow, the woman Alpha Daniel had loved with a passion that burned bright and fierce. But Snow had betrayed him, running off with another man and bearing his child. And so, I was brought in, a stand - in,. The day of my wedding was a farce. The grand hall was filled with the laughter and chatter of the pack. From that moment on, our marriage was a living nightmare. Over the next ten years, he took concubine after concubine, filling the castle with the sounds of their laughter and their whispers. And when the day of my child's birth arrived I lay in the birthing chamber, screaming in agony, while Alpha Daniel was in the arms of another woman, lost in a world of pleasure. Despite my best efforts, I could not save my child. And when my contract with Sara finally expired, I did not hesitate. I gathered my mother, who had miraculously survived the famine, and we left that place of pain and suffering behind. It was only later that Alpha Daniel discovered the truth. He learned of Snow's betrayal, of the lies that had been told. But by then, it was too late.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

From Love to Betrayal_ The Alpha's Undoing

9.0

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I heard my mate, Alpha Gideon, speak about me to his pack. “It’s a pity Ophelia’s so naive,” he said. “She still thinks I’d ever mark her as my Luna after everything.” His voice dripped with contempt, as if he were talking about something absurd—not me, his mate, the she-wolf he once claimed would be his Luna. “I don’t have any unusual tastes. I could pick any she-wolf off the street, and she’d be cleaner than her.” Laughter rippled through the group, accompanied by nods of agreement. “Would you mark me as your Luna?” Aurora, his Gamma and mistress, chimed in with a playful tone. Through the crack in the door, I saw Gideon smile slyly, pulling her into his arms. “Of course I would,” Alpha Gideon replied. One of his bold packmates, clearly curious, asked, “How do we address them both? We can’t call them both Luna, right?” “You idiot,” another muttered. “Gideon’s never acknowledged Ophelia’s status.” “I can’t say much, but trust me, Gideon’s not marking a she-wolf like her.” I leaned against the wall, heart sinking as I listened to them dissect my relationship with Alpha Gideon. Suddenly, my phone pinged with an AirDrop message. Without thinking, I opened it. It was a photo. The image captured my mate and his gamma mistress in a tight embrace, completely oblivious to the world around them. Then, Aurora smugly flashed her phone at me, sending another message. “Ophelia, did you know that every time he’s with you, he feels sick for a week and has to come to me for comfort?” “He said every time he touches you, it reminds him of how you debased yourself for those pack alliances. It’s disgusting.” So, that’s why Gideon never acknowledged my status? A chill spread through my body, freezing my veins...

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.6

I Paid Millions for the Wolf Who Left Me

9.6

I smelled him before I saw his name. That should have been my first warning. The Come of Age Ceremony was held at the Greywood Hall, a sprawling estate in neutral territory that smelled like pine resin and old money and the careful anxiety of two dozen Alphas trying not to look like they were watching each other. I had been here for three hours. I had shaken hands with seven pack leaders, declined four alliance proposals, and accepted one glass of whiskey that I had not touched. Lucy stood two steps behind my left shoulder the way she always did — close enough to hear everything, far enough to give me room to be the most dangerous thing in the room. I was good at that. Being the most dangerous thing in the room. The Ironveil Pack had not been built on birthright or bloodline. It had been built on six years of surviving things that should have killed me, and then turning around and making sure they couldn't try again.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

My Alpha Rejected Me for His Mistress, Then Begged Back

9.3

Eight years. Eight years of sleepless nights, of pouring over maps and intelligence reports, of calling in favors from pack leaders who owed me nothing, of fighting battles that weren't mine just to keep the Crescent Pack breathing. And today, after three grueling weeks of negotiation that nearly broke my body, I had finally done the impossible. I had secured the Lycan Council's protection treaty. The signed documents were still warm in my hands when Elena Sorin fell into step beside me in the pack house corridor. The Council envoy was a composed woman with sharp eyes and a sharper mind, someone I had come to genuinely respect over these past weeks. She gave me a small, approving nod as we walked. 'You should rest, Jocelyn,' she said quietly. 'What you just accomplished — that hasn't been done in three decades.' I almost smiled. Almost.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

Reborn at a cost

9.0

Framed for corporate spying, Liana Bennett was arrested and murdered in a prison cell. Now she wakes in her old life, exactly one month before the set up. She has one month to identify the traitor inside her company who orchestrated her death before they do it again. The enemy is already watching, already moving. Every change she makes to rewrite comes at a price: a core memory erased. One wrong step, and she loses the very truth she needs to survive. Then there's Raphael Blackthorne, The ruthless CEO of her rival company, the man she spent a reckless night with, and now the person offering her flowers, dinners, and sincerity. Liana has a plan. She can't afford the distraction. But as her memories unravel and the enemy closes in, she faces the truth she can't outrun: to survive, she may have to become someone who no longer remembers why she fought at all.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

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