Betrayed by Her Mate: The Awakening of the White Wolf

I unlocked my mate's tablet to check the time, but a notification caught my eye: Project Luna. Curiosity turned to horror as I opened the file. It wasn't a diary. It was a spreadsheet. Task #104: Public display of affection. Status: Complete. Task #215: Gift pearls. Status: Complete. I wasn't Jaxon's soulmate. I was a quarterly projection inherited from his dead brother to secure the pack's assets. The reality of his indifference nearly killed me at our engagement gala. When the massive chandelier snapped above us, Jaxon didn't shield me. He used my body as a launchpad to dive toward his mistress, Janice. I was crushed under lead crystal and silver wire, my flesh burning from the poison. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor, Jaxon carried a scratch-free Janice to safety, screaming at the guards to ignore me. But the physical scar on my arm was nothing compared to what I found next. I hacked into Janice’s private account. There was a marriage certificate from Vegas, dated six months ago. On the exact night I miscarried our child alone on the bathroom floor, begging him to answer his phone, he was marrying her. He let our pup die while he pledged his life to another. When he tried to buy my forgiveness with a necklace, only to let Janice snatch it from his hand, I finally snapped. I threw his money in his face, rejected the bond, and vanished to Norway. Jaxon thought I would die without him. He didn't know that the Alpha Supreme of Europe had been waiting a lifetime to find me.

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Chapter 1

I unlocked my mate's tablet to check the time, but a notification caught my eye: Project Luna.

Curiosity turned to horror as I opened the file. It wasn't a diary. It was a spreadsheet.

Task #104: Public display of affection. Status: Complete.

Task #215: Gift pearls. Status: Complete.

I wasn't Jaxon's soulmate. I was a quarterly projection inherited from his dead brother to secure the pack's assets.

The reality of his indifference nearly killed me at our engagement gala. When the massive chandelier snapped above us, Jaxon didn't shield me.

He used my body as a launchpad to dive toward his mistress, Janice.

I was crushed under lead crystal and silver wire, my flesh burning from the poison. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor, Jaxon carried a scratch-free Janice to safety, screaming at the guards to ignore me.

But the physical scar on my arm was nothing compared to what I found next.

I hacked into Janice’s private account. There was a marriage certificate from Vegas, dated six months ago.

On the exact night I miscarried our child alone on the bathroom floor, begging him to answer his phone, he was marrying her.

He let our pup die while he pledged his life to another.

When he tried to buy my forgiveness with a necklace, only to let Janice snatch it from his hand, I finally snapped.

I threw his money in his face, rejected the bond, and vanished to Norway.

Jaxon thought I would die without him.

He didn't know that the Alpha Supreme of Europe had been waiting a lifetime to find me.

Chapter 1

Elfrieda POV:

The screen of the tablet glowed in the darkness of the penthouse, illuminating the tears that I refused to let fall. It was Jaxon’s private device, left carelessly on the coffee table while he took a call on the terrace. I had only meant to check the time, but the notification had popped up.

Project Luna: Denzel’s Legacy.

Curiosity killed the cat, but it was about to slaughter the wolf. I tapped the file. It wasn't a diary. It wasn't a love letter. It was a spreadsheet.

My breath hitched in my throat. It was a checklist. A literal, itemized checklist of over four hundred tasks.

Task #104: Public display of affection at the Summer Solstice. Status: Complete.

Task #215: Gift jewelry (pearls preferred by high society). Status: Complete.

Task #302: Northern Lights trip. Status: Pending.

Next to every single interaction we had shared over the last three years, there was a tag: For the Glory of the Tate Pack.

I felt sick. My stomach churned, twisting into a tight knot. I wasn't his soulmate. I was a line item. I was a quarterly projection inherited from his dead brother.

The glass door to the terrace was cracked open. The night wind carried the scent of rain and Jaxon’s scent—forest pine and ozone. Once, that scent made my knees weak. Now, it just smelled like a lie.

I focused my hearing. It was a trait of my bloodline I kept hidden; my senses were sharper than even some Alphas.

"She suspects nothing, Janice," Jaxon’s voice drifted in, low and irritated. "Stop nagging me. I have to finish the list. It was Denzel’s blood oath. I cannot let the Tate Pack crumble because I failed to secure a Luna."

My heart stopped. Janice. His high school sweetheart. The Beta female who supposedly moved to London years ago.

"I know you're tired of waiting," Jaxon continued, his voice softening in a way he never used with me. "But Elfrieda is... malleable. She is the perfect puppet Luna. She has the bloodline, even if she is wolfless. Once the Elders ratify the union next week, I’ll have full control of the assets. Then we can be together properly."

He paused, listening to the person on the other line.

"I love you, Janice. You know that. This is just duty. She is just a duty."

Just a duty.

The words were a physical blow. I clutched my chest. In our world, the bond between fated mates is sacred. It is designed by the Moon Goddess herself. When you find your mate, your souls are supposed to recognize each other.

But Jaxon had never recognized me. I had felt the pull, the spark, three years ago. But he had looked at me with cold calculation. I thought he was just guarded. I thought he was mourning his brother.

I was wrong. He wasn't mourning. He was working.

I quickly closed the file and placed the tablet back exactly where it was. My hands were trembling.

I remembered the music. The Royal Academy of Wolfen Arts in Europe had offered me a full scholarship for my violin. They said my music had the power to soothe feral wolves, a rare gift called the Siren's Song. I had turned it down. For him. For this pack.

I had clipped my own wings to sit in a gilded cage, waiting for a man who was checking boxes on a spreadsheet.

The glass door slid open. Jaxon walked in. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair that fell over his eyes. He looked like a king. He looked like my executioner.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Elfrieda. You're still up."

"I couldn't sleep," I said, my voice surprisingly steady.

He walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. His touch should have sent sparks through me—the electric current that signifies a mate bond. But it felt dull. Muted. Like a connection interfering with static.

"I was thinking," he said, his tone rehearsed. "We should go see the Northern Lights next month. It would be romantic."

Task #302.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to shift, to let the wolf I had buried deep inside me rip his throat out. But I couldn't. Not yet.

"That sounds lovely," I lied.

He kissed my forehead. It was dry and quick. "Good. I have some work to finish in the study. Go to bed."

He turned and walked away, pulling out his phone again.

I waited until the study door clicked shut. Then, I pulled out my own laptop. My fingers flew across the keyboard. I wasn't just a violin prodigy; silence taught you how to listen, and loneliness taught you how to find things.

I hacked into Janice’s social media. It was private, but her password was pathetic—Jaxon’s birthday.

There it was. A photo posted six months ago. A marriage certificate from a human courthouse in Las Vegas. Janice and Jaxon.

They were already married by human law.

A sob threatened to break my ribs. Six months ago. The timeline aligned perfectly with the darkest week of my life.

I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind. The Mind-Link is the telepathic web that connects all pack members. It is usually noisy, filled with patrols and chatter. But I pushed past the noise, reaching for a specific frequency.

Jamil? I sent the thought out, weak and broken.

My brother’s voice came back instantly, sharp with alarm. Elfrieda? What’s wrong? Your mental wall is crumbling. I can feel your pain.

I looked at the closed study door. I looked at the engagement ring on my finger, a diamond that felt heavier than a shackle.

Get me out, I pleaded through the link. Please, brother. Come get me.

Continue to next part

I was kneeling on the warped linoleum of my trailer, packing my life into a trash bag, when the predatory purr of a luxury SUV echoed through the thin walls. I thought it was a raid, but it was something much worse. Julian Sterling, a federal prosecutor in a charcoal suit, stepped into the mud and bought me from my alcoholic stepfather. He didn't use cash; he used a list of felonies and a legal settlement to trade my freedom for my stepfather's silence. "Throw it away," Julian ordered, pointing at the bag containing everything I owned. I watched my sister's stuffed bear fall into an oil puddle as he forced me into a world of cold leather and silence. By the time we reached Boston, Faith Vance was dead. He forced me to sign papers changing my name to Elara, erasing my past to fit a narrative of Swiss boarding schools and high-society breeding. The horror didn't stop there. The family patriarch, Arthur Sterling, looked at us with hawk-like eyes and issued a command that turned my blood to ice. To avoid scandal, Julian and I were to be introduced as "Brother" and "Sister." Julian's jaw tightened until a vein throbbed in his temple, and when he finally called me "Sister," the word sounded like a curse. I was a prisoner in a mansion with bars on the windows, caught between a "brother" who loathed my existence and a cousin who tried to assault me in my own room. They dressed me in silk armor and expected me to be a doll, a manageable piece of a legacy I never asked for. I sat at a dinner table worth more than my hometown, swallowing oysters that tasted like salt and iodine, while Julian created a physical barrier between me and the wolves. Under the tablecloth, I reached out and squeezed his clenched fist. His fingers uncurled and captured mine in a grip so crushing it felt like a pact signed in the dark. I have a jagged shard of glass in my pocket and five thousand dollars a month to hoard. Julian says the law is a weapon that breaks weak people, but he's about to find out that I'm not a lamb. I'm a survivor, and I'm ready for the casualties.

Billionaire Horror Modern

8.7

Claimed by three Alphas

8.7

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

Action Horror LGBT+Mafia

9.0

Forced Marriage To The Alien General

9.0

Allegra woke up in a sterile alien hospital with no memory, no ID chip, and a terrifying snow leopard General claiming responsibility for her crash. But a routine ID scan at a local boutique shattered her fragile cover. The machine shrieked, flashing a fatal red warning: NO NEURAL LINK DETECTED. She was a "Ghost"—an illegal, unregistered biological entity in a ruthless Hybrid Empire. The boutique locked down instantly. Heavily armed police swarmed the plaza, laser sights painting her chest red. She was dragged into a subterranean military black site, where a manic geneticist tested her blood and discovered the impossible truth. She wasn't a Hybrid. She was a pure Homo Sapiens—an extinct race whose mere presence could cure the Hybrids' fatal Psyche collapse. To keep her all to himself, the scientist lied to the General, branding her a toxic, mutating bio-weapon. Forced by Imperial law, the General abandoned her to the scientist's cruel custody. Allegra was locked inside a reinforced glass cage in the deepest isolation ward, waiting to be dissected. She huddled on the floor, trembling in absolute despair. She didn't belong in this nightmare world. Why was she being treated like a monster? Why did this madman look at her like a prize to be torn apart? Watching the scientist's fox ears twitch in manic stress outside the glass, her human empathy momentarily overrode her terror. She stood up and pressed her palm against the glass, perfectly aligning it with his. "Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fox." Instantly, an invisible wave of human resonance flooded his core, shattering his genetic madness. The terrifying predator was reduced to a whimpering, devoted puppy, pressing himself against the window in absolute submission. Allegra slowly pulled her hand back, her heart skipping a beat. Well, she thought, that changes things.

Horror Romance Sci-Fi

9.6

My Death, His Ultimate Downfall

9.6

For a decade, I was the perfect wife to tech mogul Carson Jarvis. I cleaned up every scandal and endured every affair, trapped by my father's "poison pill" inheritance clause that would leave me with nothing if I divorced him. His latest mistress was pregnant, but that wasn't what finally broke me. It was when he shut down our mansion's power grid for their tryst-and turned off my grandmother's life support. He murdered her. At a charity auction days later, he paraded his new love while she announced her pregnancy. When I confronted her for stealing my money, Carson watched as his guards broke my arm, leaving me bleeding on the floor while he comforted her. He thought I was his unbreakable wife, a possession with nowhere else to go. He expected me to clean up this mess, just like all the others. He was wrong. As I watched him shield her during the chaos of an explosion I secretly arranged, I knew my old life was over. Tonight, the world would learn of my death. And with it, Carson Jarvis would lose everything.

Horror Modern Romance

9.6

Reborn To Reign: Choosing The Monster Over The Prince

9.6

The bullet tore through my chest, ending my life as the perfect mafia princess. My fiancé, Connor Walls, watched me bleed out on the cold tile floor while he calmly cleaned his gun. Standing beside him was my cousin Jana, the girl I trusted with my life, looking at him with adoration as I took my last breath. I died realizing that the "Golden Prince" of the Chicago Outfit was actually a monster who had beaten me behind closed doors for years. And the man I had been terrified of—his brother Brannon, the "Butcher"—was the only one who had ever truly protected me. I died full of regret, hatred, and the metallic taste of blood. But then, I gasped, my body jolting upright on a blue gym mat. My skin was smooth. My heart was beating. Connor stood above me, young and arrogant, offering me a hand. I was twenty-one again. The beatings, the betrayal, the murder—none of it had happened yet. Connor smiled, thinking I was still the naive girl he planned to break and discard. He thought I would walk into the Rite of Choice tonight and obediently become his property. He was wrong. That night, under the crystal chandeliers, the Don asked me to pledge myself to the heir. The entire room held its breath, waiting for the rehearsed "I do." I looked at Connor, then turned my gaze to the terrifying shadow in the corner. "The debt requires a union with the Walls bloodline," I said, my voice steel. "It does not specify the heir." I pointed at the monster everyone feared. "I choose Brannon Walls."

Fantasy Horror Mafia

9.6

The Alpha's Regret: Murdered By Her Mate

9.6

"Sign it," Simon growled, slamming the document onto the rickety table. As the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and my fated mate, he wasn't asking. He was commanding me to give my Wolf Essence—the source of my life—to my dying sister, Laila. "If I give her my essence, I will die," I whispered, my body already trembling from the hidden poison coursing through my veins. But Simon only looked at me with cold, amber eyes. "Stop lying, Zora. You're just jealous because she is the future Luna and you are nothing. Sign it, or I will reject you publicly right now." Broken and hopeless, I signed my life away. I died the moment the silver scalpel touched my skin on the operating table. It was only during the autopsy that the surgeon screamed in horror. She discovered my organs were liquefied by chronic Wolfsbane poisoning. And worse, she found that I had no essence to give. My primary essence had already been stolen five years ago—carved out of me by Laila herself to fake her own power. Simon fell to his knees in the morgue, the realization shattering him. He had forced his true mate to die to save the monster who had been killing her all along. In a fit of madness, he executed Laila and then drove a silver dagger into his own heart, desperate to find me in the afterlife. "I'm here, Zora," his ghost wept, kneeling before me in the realm of the dead. "Please, forgive me." I looked at the man who had watched me rot without seeing me. "No," I said. And I turned my back on him forever.

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