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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The cliffs of Blackwater Territory loomed before me, jagged rocks disappearing into the churning ocean below. I sat behind the wheel of the prepared car, my hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel. Behind me lay the Pack House, where chaos still reigned after my public humiliation of Greyson. Ahead lay freedom—or death, as far as anyone would know.

"Are you sure about this?" Alexa whispered beside me, her Beta instincts screaming against what we were about to do.

I touched my stomach gently, feeling the slightest swell that only I could detect. "For my pup, I'm sure."

Alexa nodded, handing me the small pouch of scent-masking herbs. "The brakes will fail at exactly the right moment. The herbs will activate when they hit water, masking your scent completely."

I took a deep breath, Aria whimpering inside me. My wolf didn't want to leave our mate, even after his betrayal. But she understood what needed to be done.

"Take care of Barnaby," I told Alexa, thinking of my faithful pet. "And thank you. For everything."

She squeezed my hand once before stepping back. "Italy awaits you, my friend. A new life."

With that, I pressed the accelerator. The car lurched forward, speeding toward the edge of the cliff. The wind whipped through my hair as I approached the point of no return. My heart pounded in my chest—not from fear, but from determination.

At the last possible moment, I triggered the mechanism that would send the car plummeting into the ocean below. As it sailed through the air, time seemed to slow. I caught a glimpse of the Silverclaw territory spread out below—the forests where I'd run with Greyson, the streams where we'd fished, the meadows where we'd picnicked.

Then came the impact.

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Miles away, in the Silverclaw Pack House, Greyson's head snapped up suddenly, his eyes widening in horror. The mate bond—that sacred connection blessed by the Moon Goddess herself—twisted violently before going silent.

"Gianna!" he roared, his Alpha voice shaking the walls. "GINNA!"

But there was no answer.

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The first night without Gianna's scent was torture. Greyson paced the Pack House like a caged animal, his wolf howling inside him. When morning came, he shifted into his wolf form and ran to the cliffs, following the faint trail that led to the edge.

There, he found the scattered remains of the car on the rocks below, waves crashing over twisted metal. But there was no body. No blood. Just the lingering scent of Gianna that abruptly ended where the cliff met the ocean.

"She's gone," he whispered to himself, his human voice breaking. "I killed her."

His wolf took over then, throwing back his head in a howl so mournful it brought pack members running. They found their Alpha at the cliff's edge, naked and wild-eyed, staring at the ocean below.

"Alpha," Marcus Kane, the pack elder, approached cautiously. "We should hold a memorial—"

"No!" Greyson snarled, his eyes flashing with madness. "She's not dead. She can't be dead."

But deep down, he knew the truth. The mate bond was silent—as silent as it would be if she were truly gone.

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Three days passed with Greyson refusing to leave the cliffside. He hunted raw meat and drank seawater, his clothes torn and filthy. Barnaby, Gianna's beloved pet, sat beside him faithfully, occasionally nudging his hand as if trying to comfort him.

"She was pregnant," he whispered to the dog, his voice hollow. "Our pup... our heir..."

Barnaby whined softly, his tail drooping.

"Alpha Greyson," Marcus Kane approached again, flanked by other pack members. "The pack needs leadership. You cannot stay here forever."

"Leave me alone," Greyson growled, his eyes unfocused.

"The Luna is dead," Marcus said firmly. "And you are killing yourself—and weakening our pack—with this vigil."

Something flashed in Greyson's eyes then—not acceptance, but a cold determination that sent shivers down Marcus's spine.

"She's not dead," he said, rising slowly to his feet. "I would know if she were."

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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Florence, Italy, I stepped off the plane into the warm Mediterranean sun. My hand rested protectively over my growing belly as I breathed in the scent of freedom.

"Luna Gianna," a tall Italian man approached with a respectful bow. "Welcome to neutral territory. The Lycan King sends his regards."

I smiled, feeling Aria settle contentedly within me. "Thank you, Lorenzo. Please, call me Gianna Rossi now."

As we drove through the winding streets of Florence, I gazed out at the ancient buildings and bustling markets. Here, no one knew me as the Luna of Silverclaw Pack. Here, I could build a new life for my daughter.

Because I knew now—from the healer's confirmation and my own intuition—that I carried a girl. A daughter with Greyson's strength and my resilience.

"Hattie," I whispered to my unborn child. "That will be your name."

Behind us, an ocean away, a broken Alpha plotted his revenge against an enemy he couldn't find—while unaware that his greatest treasure grew safely in my womb.

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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.

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