Bond Severance: No Mercy for My Heart-Thieving Alpha
In the third year after my heart failure diagnosis, I, Aria Green, watched my Alpha, Luke Perry, generously give away my heart source to his mistress's father.
Layla Vale, the mistress, flaunted how perfectly they fit together in bed, how well-behaved their pups were.
My heart shattered.
Since Luke had betrayed me, I would no longer accept him as my mate.
But the heart source that belonged to me, I would take it back.
I dialed a communication code that had been sealed away for five years.
"I'll return to the Green Pack for the surgery. Come pick me up in a week."
But when I truly left, Luke was the one who regretted it.
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Chapter 4
Aria's POV.
"I've departed. I'll arrive tomorrow afternoon."
It was my father.
I put the communicator away and let out a long breath. It was time to end all of this.
While Luke was away from the hospital, I checked myself out and took a taxi back to our home.
Standing at the front door again, staring at everything that felt both familiar and strange, my emotions tangled into something difficult to name.
Memories of my intimacy with Luke flooded back. I once ran into our new home hand in hand with him. He held me and kissed me beneath the Christmas tree. We curled up by the fireplace together, watching old movies.
Looking back now, those scenes felt nothing but ironic.
I walked straight into the master bedroom. Our wedding photo still hung on the wall.
In the photo, I leaned against Luke, smiling with pure happiness, as if mocking my own foolishness.
The thought of Luke and Layla using our bed more than once made my stomach churn. I forced myself to look away.
I opened the wardrobe and began packing.
I carefully placed my mother's Heart of the Ocean into its velvet case. A few everyday outfits, some important work documents, and everything I owned fit into a single small suitcase.
As for the gifts Luke had given me, I found them tainted. I packed them up casually and gave them away to members of the pack.
I despised those gifts, but perhaps other werewolves would find them useful.
The house was purchased under my name, and I instructed my men to help list it for sale at a low price as soon as possible.
I had poured endless effort into this house. It carried all my hopes and ideals about love. Luke didn't deserve it.
"Aria!" Rapid footsteps approached as Luke pushed the door open. His eyes were full of panic. "Thank the Moon Goddess, you're alright!"
He rushed toward me and reached out to touch my forehead, but I turned aside and avoided his hand.
"Why didn't you tell me you came home?" His voice was urgent. "I couldn't find you at the hospital, and I couldn't reach you on the communicator. I was going out of my mind!"
"Maybe it was on silent. I didn't hear it," I said calmly, offering a perfunctory apology as I pulled open the living room curtains.
The garden outside was barren. The lilies Layla had planted were gone, but Luke hadn't had time to replant the roses. The exposed earth looked pitifully bare.
Luke's gaze shifted immediately. With a hint of guilt, he said, "It's my fault. I've been too busy lately and didn't take care of the roses. They withered."
He took my hand. "I'm sorry, Aria. Once your surgery is over, I'll plant them again with you. We'll fill the entire garden."
I looked at his hypocritical expression and suddenly smiled. "No need. I don't like roses anymore."
Luke froze, then hurriedly asked, "Then what flowers do you like now? We'll plant whatever you want."
I deliberately dragged out my words, watching his tense expression. "Then let's plant lilies."
Luke's face darkened instantly, his fingers tightening unconsciously. "Lilies…"
"I was kidding." I looked away, my tone cold. "I don't like lilies at all. I don't have a favorite flower right now. I'll tell you when I do."
Luke visibly relaxed and nodded quickly. "Alright. We'll do whatever you want." He paused, then put on a gentle expression. "By the way, tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. I've prepared a surprise for you."
I sneered inwardly. You already gave me a surprise, Luke.
Your betrayal, giving away the heart source that belonged to me to Layla's father, wasn't that the greatest surprise of all?
"I don't want to go back to the hospital. Let's stay here tonight," I said to Luke.
Luke didn't refuse.
He took out his communicator and ordered dinner to be delivered to the villa.
Watching his back as he turned to make the call, I suddenly spoke. "Luke, if I don't live long enough to get the transplant and I just die like this, would you be sad for me?"
Luke's body stiffened abruptly. When he turned back around, panic was written all over his face.
"Don't talk like that! Aria, the surgery will succeed. You'll recover."
The worry in his eyes was real. If I hadn't already known about his betrayal, I might have been fooled again, even felt guilty for asking.
But now, the heart that once loved him was already dead. No matter how convincing his performance was, it could no longer stir even a ripple.
I pulled my hand back and gave a faint smile. "I hope so."
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Selene is a witch preparing for her mating ceremony, where she must choose a husband from approved suitors. No werewolf may enter. No beast may touch her. The law is absolute.
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Against all odds, Selene chooses him. Their bond is instant, powerful, perfect.
Until his werewolf mark begins to surface.
When the truth is revealed, kingdoms prepare for war. Selene is torn between the mate she's fallen for and the people who raised her. Kai faces execution for his deception. And an ancient curse that started the hatred between their races begins to awaken, threatening to destroy them both.
To save their love and prevent a war that will kill thousands, Selene and Kai must uncover the truth about why their people became enemies. What they discover will change everything they thought they knew about witches, werewolves, and the forbidden love that might be the key to ending centuries of bloodshed.
8.1
She thought patience would earn her love.
She was wrong.
After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked.
Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins.
Because the brother who looks at her like that?
He doesn't believe in halfway love.
7.9
To Alpha Damien, Sophia was never a Luna-merely a breathing womb.
For years, she bore the weight of his cold indifference, trapped in a marriage where he only touched her on the "fertility days" his mother decreed.
While he flaunted his mistress Tiffany through the kingdom, Sophia was given a brutal ultimatum--
Return only when you carry a son.
She nearly lost her life giving birth to their daughter. But her suffering meant nothing-not to Damien, not to his vicious mother, and certainly not to a pack that saw her as nothing more than disposable breeding stock.
Now, pregnant again, Sophia overhears Damien's callous words:
She can handle the risks better than Tiffany.
In that moment, something in her snaps.
She's done being the obedient Luna.
Done enduring endless humiliation.
Done watching Tiffany poison their daughter's mind and steal the motherhood that should have been hers.
But escaping an Alpha is no easy feat-not when their bond refuses to break. and dark enemies lie in wait, hungry to seize control of her unborn heir.
Will Sophia reclaim her life, her daughter, and the wolf that's been dormant inside her for far too long?
Or will the man she once loved burn every last thing she holds dear to the ground?
8.0
After divorcing my cheating husband, I thought I had found my savior in his powerful business partner, Cole.
For three years, he pampered me like a queen, building a perfect, golden cage of devotion.
But on the day I happily discovered I was pregnant, I overheard him talking to my ex-husband's mistress.
"Elinor is just a convenient tool. If she gets pregnant, I'll fake a paternity test and annul the marriage so she leaves with nothing."
My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to secure his position and protect the woman he truly cared about.
Before I could quietly escape, Cole orchestrated a brutal attack.
I was dragged into a dark alley, beaten until my ribs fractured, and my unborn child was violently ripped away from me.
As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, my heart shattered into dust.
I didn't understand how the man who kissed me every morning could coldly order his thugs to beat me to death just to appease his real lover.
They left me there to rot, thinking they had finally erased the naive fool who got in their way.
Three years later, the world still believes Elinor Marsh died in a tragic car accident.
But when Cole and his elite circle attend a high-profile Interpol reception, they don't expect the new Chief Liaison Officer to step onto the stage.
I am Helena Fu now, and I have returned to burn their empire to the ground.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
9.8
When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future.
For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me.
But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed.
Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone.
I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back.
But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours.
When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along.
"What's in your pocket, Felicie?"
This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.