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 Silverclaw Pack House was in turmoil as I watched from afar through Alexa's secure video feed. Five years had passed since my "death," yet the pack still hadn't recovered from the scandal I'd left behind.

Briana stood in the center of the great hall, her copper hair gleaming under the chandelier light as she addressed the pack elders. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach—a gesture that made my own heart clench with remembered pain.

"I carry the Alpha's heir," she announced, her voice ringing with triumph. "A son who will strengthen the Silverclaw bloodline."

The elders murmured among themselves, their ancient eyes calculating. Marcus Kane stepped forward, his weathered face impassive.

"And the Alpha's response to this... news?"

Briana's smile faltered slightly. "He will acknowledge us both publicly. Today."

As if summoned by her words, Greyson appeared at the entrance to the hall. My breath caught at the sight of him—thinner than I remembered, dark circles shadowing his eyes, but still radiating that unmistakable Alpha presence.

"Alpha," Briana approached him with practiced grace, "I've shared our joyful news with the pack."

Something dangerous flashed in Greyson's eyes—something that made even the strongest warriors step back.

"You dare," he said, his voice deadly quiet.

Briana's smile froze. "Dare what? To carry your child?"

"To lie," he snarled, his Alpha tone vibrating through the room. "There is no child."

The pack gasped collectively as Briana's face drained of color.

"How dare you question me!" she hissed, her warrior training surfacing as her composure cracked.

"I question everything about you," Greyson replied coldly. "Including your sanity if you thought this deception would work."

With a swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, his Alpha aura crushing down on her until she gasped for breath.

"I will never mark another," he declared, his voice carrying to every corner of the hall. "Gianna was my Luna. My mate. My everything. And I will honor her memory until my last breath."

Briana's eyes widened with fury and humiliation as he released her, leaving her trembling before the entire pack.

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"Gianna Rossi's spring collection has taken Milan by storm," Lorenzo announced as he entered my studio in Florence. "The Lycan King himself has requested a private showing."

I looked up from my sketches, smiling at my patron and protector. "Thank you, Lorenzo. But I couldn't have done it without your support."

He waved away my gratitude with a elegant gesture. "You saved yourself, Gianna. Your talent did the rest."

Through the open window, I could hear Hattie laughing as she played in the garden with her nonno—my father, who had become her fiercest protector.

"Mama! Look what I found!" she called, running toward the studio with something cupped in her hands.

I knelt to her level as she approached, my heart swelling with love at the sight of her—so like me, yet with glimpses of him in her golden-flecked eyes.

"A little wolf!" she exclaimed, opening her palms to reveal a small stone carving of a wolf pup.

"It's beautiful," I said softly, wondering if her subconscious was already reaching for the heritage I'd kept hidden from her.

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Across the ocean, Greyson paced his office like a caged animal. The Silverclaw Pack was weakening under his erratic leadership, yet he refused all attempts at intervention.

"Alpha," Marcus Kane entered cautiously, "the European business partners are expecting you in Milan tomorrow."

"I'm not going to Milan," Greyson growled.

"The meeting has been scheduled for months," Marcus insisted. "The pack needs this alliance."

Something in Greyson's expression shifted—a flicker of resignation. "Fine."

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The business meeting dragged endlessly as Greyson sat at the head of the conference table, barely listening to the proposals. His mind was elsewhere—as it always was these days.

"If I could have your attention," the Italian representative said with barely concealed irritation.

Greyson forced himself to focus, nodding curtly.

Afterward, as he stepped onto the balcony to clear his head, a scent caught his attention—faint but unmistakable.

His body went rigid as he inhaled deeply.

"It can't be," he whispered.

But his wolf knew better. Aria howled within him, recognizing what his human mind refused to believe.

Following the scent like a man possessed, Greyson tracked it through the winding streets of Milan until he reached a private villa overlooking the city.

There, on a sun-drenched balcony, stood a woman whose face had haunted his dreams for five years.

"Gianna," he breathed.

I froze at the sound of his voice, my heart stopping in my chest as I turned slowly to face the ghost I'd fled from all these years.

Behind me, Hattie looked up curiously from her drawings.

"Mama?" she asked. "Who is that man?"

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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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