Auctioning The Alpha To Her Enemies

On the night of our third anniversary as mates, I sat in the grand hall of the Adams Pack territory, surrounded by the elite of the werewolf world. The air was thick with the mingling scents of power and ambition, the kind that only Alphas and their inner circles could exude. Rowan, my mate and Beta of the Adams Pack, had told me he was away on pack business. Yet there he was, standing at the center of the room, his arm draped around Blair Bell, his old flame and the pack’s most conniving Omega. His dark eyes gleamed with a satisfaction that made my stomach churn, and his broad shoulders, once a source of comfort, now seemed to radiate arrogance. Before I could confront him, I overheard a group of Deltas nearby, their voices dripping with mockery. “Now that Blair’s back, when are you going to drop your substitute Luna?” one of them asked, nudging Rowan with a smirk. Rowan chuckled, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the gathering. “Anytime,” he replied, his tone casual, as though he were discussing the weather. My heart shattered into pieces, the bond between us screaming in protest.

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"Rowan, how could you do this?" I shouted, tearing the brooch from my dress. It was the only gift Rowan had given me after our mating ceremony, and I had never felt right wearing it. Now, its jagged rose edges pressed painfully against my chest.

"You know the Adams Pack is the only legacy my parents left me. Why do you hurt me like this?" I demanded, meeting Rowan's cold gaze. His indifference cut deeper than a knife.

Blair Bell stood gracefully, took the brooch from my hand, and stroked the petal engraved with her initials. "Why do you think? You stole my place and my happiness. You're getting exactly what you deserve," she said, tucking loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

Seeing the scar on her wrist, my mind went blank. I grabbed her wrist, asking, "What happened to this scar?"

"Ouch, you're hurting me! Let go!" Blair's eyes filled with tears immediately. Rowan pushed me aside and wrapped Blair protectively in his arms. "Alpha Hayden," he said, using my title with a mocking edge, "touch Blair again, and I'll make sure the Adams Pack is nothing but a memory."

I stumbled backward, nearly losing my balance. Even though I bit my lip hard, a sob escaped. A scar identical to Blair's marked my wrist, only mine was a bit redder.

Rowan noticed my dazed look and seized the opportunity to add insult to injury: "Since you're just a stand-in, everything about you mirrors Blair's. Is there a problem?"

Three years ago, Rowan had spilled hot stew on me, causing this scar. Back then, he had seemed genuinely remorseful, watching over me as I applied ointment. But a packmate who had seen the security footage suspected Rowan had done it intentionally, nearly driving a wedge between us.

Today, Rowan's confession shattered my last bit of self-confidence. I felt like a fool under the gaze of everyone at the pack gathering. The surrounding voices blurred into a hum as the auction continued. When I lit the candle centerpiece, the service staff came to verify my financial status.

"Alpha Hayden, could you show proof of your assets?" Adele Matthews asked, while Stephanie Cole weaved through the crowd with a tray of drinks.

Blair deliberately picked up a glass of red wine and offered it to me. "Rowan told me you're allergic to grapes. What a coincidence, so am I. But I do love their flavor. I wonder how much effort Rowan put into desensitizing you. Care to take a sip for me?"

When I didn’t, she feigned clumsiness and spilled the wine. "Oops, my hand slipped," she said.

I tried to dodge, but Rowan intentionally nudged me forward. The wine splattered all over me, staining my clothes red. Rowan immediately turned to check Blair’s hands, asking, "Did any get on you? I don’t want you breaking out in a rash. Let me see."

My brand-new white dress was ruined, and my carefully styled hair clung to my face in sticky strands. Adele Matthews stepped back, clearly unimpressed.

I watched Rowan fuss over Blair, adjusting her dress. "Sorry about that. Rowan always says I’m such a klutz; he can’t help but love me," Blair remarked with a sly grin.

I stayed silent, just watched Rowan as he fussed over her.

I remembered a year ago, at a gathering when I was pregnant with our pup. A rogue had deliberately caused trouble, insisting I drink alcohol. Rowan had immediately intervened, and when the rogue insulted me, Rowan was furious enough to throw a drink at him.

Now, Rowan stood by as Blair orchestrated my humiliation.

Suddenly, the crowd gasped. I turned, confused, to see what had happened. As I glanced at Rowan, a flicker of guilt crossed his face. He almost moved to cover my eyes but shifted to wrap an arm around Blair’s waist instead.

"Alpha Hayden is quite a sight. No wonder Beta Rowan chose her as a stand-in when Blair went abroad," an old man leered, eyes glued to me. "What a beauty! Let’s hurry this auction along; I’ve got the presidential suite at the Ritz tonight and can’t wait to enjoy this exquisite delight!"

The lecherous old man rubbed his hands together, his gaze fixed on me with a lustful gleam. I looked up and forced a vacant smile. Tears ran down my cheeks to my collarbone, vanishing into the fabric.

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The harvest moon hung low over the Silvermoon Pack territory, casting silver shadows across the celebration grounds. I stood at the edge of the main hall, clipboard in hand, watching Grant move through the crowd with the natural grace of a born leader. My heart did that familiar flutter every time his deep laugh carried across the room, every time he threw his head back in genuine amusement at something one of the visiting dignitaries said. Stop it, Harper. You're his assistant, nothing more. But then his eyes would find mine across the room, holding my gaze for just a moment too long, and my carefully constructed walls would crumble. Tonight felt different somehow. The air between us crackled with something electric, something dangerous. "Harper." His voice, warm and commanding, made me jump. I hadn't heard him approach.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Breaking from Fate, Finding My Second Chance

8.1

Seren is voiceless, powerless, and mate-less—a “defect” in the eyes of her pack. Once a hopeful young she-wolf, she lost her voice and shifting ability after secretly risking her life to save the Alpha heir, Elias. But no one knew it was her. When Elias awoke from his injuries, he believed the wrong woman, Lilith, was his fated mate—and gave her his heart. Seren was discarded, assigned as Lilith’s personal servant, beaten and humiliated daily, while the Alpha who once lived in her dreams became her tormentor. Until one day, she couldn’t take it anymore. On the run and hunted like a criminal, Seren is captured by Darian Vale—the ruthless, feared Alpha of a rival pack. But instead of punishment, he offers her a deal: a marriage contract to help him avoid a political union that would strip him of power. She expects a tyrant. She finds protection, healing, and... a chance to breathe. But just as Seren begins to recover her strength—and her wolf—the truth of her past resurfaces. Elias wants her back. Lilith wants her dead. And Darian might just want her... forever. What happens when the broken girl finally shifts again—stronger, wiser, and no longer willing to be anyone’s sacrifice?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

I Carried His Heir But Rejected His Lies

8.1

During the eight months I carried our pup, Dominick and his Beta, Anne, booked hotel rooms nearly two hundred times. I knew, of course. Every whisper, every lingering glance, every scent of her on his clothes—they all screamed betrayal. But I chose to ignore it, focusing instead on the life growing inside me. The pup was precious, a future heir to the Silver Moon Pack, and I refused to let Dominick’s infidelity tarnish that. Still, the night before my due date, as I stood in the shadows of the packhouse stairwell, I overheard Dominick’s voice, low and reassuring, carrying through the cold air. "Relax, Anne. We used your essence in the ritual, so the pup won’t inherit Bridget’s weakness. Once the pup arrives safely, I’ll reject her. Just give me a little more time, alright?" His words struck me like a claw to the chest, tearing open old wounds and leaving them raw.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

Luna Rejects Deceitful Alpha

8.7

I smoothed my hands over the stack of pack documents, organizing them neatly on Anthony's mahogany desk. The Alpha's office smelled of his cologne—sandalwood and something sharper, like pine. I'd always found it comforting before. Now, as I reached for another file, a strange tingling sensation prickled at the edge of my consciousness. "Michelle," Anthony's voice echoed in my mind, but not directed at me. He was using the pack mind-link, thinking I couldn't hear. I froze, my fingers hovering over a territorial report. "Mother, you should have seen how easily I've manipulated everyone," Anthony's mental voice continued, dripping with smug satisfaction. "The entire pack believes I'm still recovering from that rogue attack three years ago." My heart stuttered. The rogue attack that had left him weakened—the one I'd nursed him through for months, holding him when he shook with pain, celebrating every small recovery...

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

My Alpha Destroyed My Hands to Protect His Mistress

8.3

The great hall blazed with torchlight and laughter. Pack members crowded around tables laden with roasted meat and ale, celebrating another victory against the rogues who'd tried to breach our northern border. They had no idea the wards I'd woven into the territory's edge were what kept them safe. They never did. I stood near the back wall, as always. Luna in name only. River's mate by a bond he'd never truly honored. "Julie." River's voice cut through the noise like a blade. The hall fell silent. "Come here." Every eye turned to me.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.5

Reborn Heiress: Pampered By The Ruthless Don

7.5

The man smiling in the silver frame on my vanity was the very same man who, in exactly three months, would wrap his hands around my throat. I knew this because I had already died. I had felt the freezing, silty water of the Hudson River fill my lungs while Alexander watched the life drain from my eyes, his mistress laughing in the background. I had hovered like a ghost above my own funeral, watching the betrayal continue even after my death. My mother, the perfect Mafia widow, stood stoically next to my killer, unaware she had sold her daughter to a butcher. My fiancé checked his watch, bored, waiting to liquidate my inheritance. But then I saw him. Darrian Golden. The Don of the rival clan. The enemy. He stood in the pouring rain, his expensive suit soaked through, staring at my coffin as if the world had ended. When the earth hit the wood, he didn't just cry; he roared in primal agony. My fiancé killed me, but my enemy was the only one who mourned me. "The Commission is waiting," my mother’s voice snapped the timeline back into place. She stood in my doorway, demanding I set the engagement date to secure the territory. She saw a charming Capo; I saw the rat who had cut my father's brake lines. In my first life, I was a trembling bird. In this life, I was the match that would burn the cage down. I smashed the photo frame against the marble table, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. "Contact the Golden Clan," I commanded. My mother went pale. "He is a savage, Azalea. He butchers men for sport." "Tell Don Golden that Azalea Kidd is offering a parley," I said, looking out the window at the city that would soon be ours. "Tell him I am offering the only thing he has ever wanted: Me."

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