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 6
Aria's POV.
"Aria, it's time to get up and have breakfast."
Luke kissed the corner of my forehead, gently pulling me out of sleep.
"I'm sorry, honey. I worked too late last night. I didn't want to disturb you, so I slept at the office." He asked with a hint of unease, "Last night… did you call me?"
In the past, whenever he hadn't come home by midnight, I used to call every few minutes just to make sure he was safe. But I hadn't called last night. Of course he would find that strange.
I pretended to still be half-asleep, yawned, and said, "I was too tired last night…"
Luke visibly relaxed. He reached out to touch my forehead, his tone indulgent. "It's alright. Your body is too weak. You need proper rest."
"I brought you your favorite crêpes and hot milk. Remember to warm them up before eating."
He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned away. "I want to sleep a bit longer. You should go get to work."
"Alright, get some rest," Luke said without thinking much, smiling as he tucked the blanket around me. "I'll be very busy today, so I might not be able to stay with you. But I made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. I'll pick you up tonight to celebrate our wedding anniversary."
Only after Luke left did I get out of bed. I took out my communicator to confirm the departure time with my father, then went to wash up.
I changed into a simple black dress and removed the wedding ring I had worn for five years.
I placed the wedding ring and the already signed dissolution of the mate bond on the most visible spot in the living room. Taking a deep breath, I dragged the suitcase I had packed in advance and walked out of the house filled with lies, without looking back.
Just as I reached the door, my communicator rang. It was Layla.
I raised an eyebrow and answered. Layla's mocking voice filled my ears instantly. "Aria, you're really something. Your Alpha has been sleeping with me for years and even has two children with me. And you don't care at all?
Then again, that makes sense. You're about to die anyway. Why would you care? Today is your anniversary with Luke. You must be looking forward to celebrating with him. Do you know what gift he prepared for you? An adoption agreement. Luke wants you to raise our children. You bitch! You took everything from me, and now you want to take my children too! I won't let that happen! Luke is mine! The children are mine!"
The call was cut off.
So this was Luke's gift. For me to raise his mistress's children.
How ridiculous.
I couldn't help laughing out loud.
My communicator rang again. This time, it was Luke.
"Aria, I'm sorry. There's been an incident with Council business. I need to go to the outskirts immediately, so I won't be able to have dinner with you. But I'll come back as soon as I can. You have to wait for me."
I sneered inwardly. I wouldn't wait for you anymore, Luke.
Out loud, I said, "Work comes first. Go take care of it."
"That's good. You're being reasonable," Luke said. "Promise me you'll wait, Aria."
I ended the call and stared at Luke's name on the screen. Without hesitation, I blocked him, then deleted all his contact information, chat histories, and photos. Everything related to him had to be erased.
Goodbye, Luke.
Goodbye to this rotten marriage.
My father's motorcade appeared before me. The window rolled down, revealing his stern face.
"Let's go, Aria. It's time to come home."
I opened the door and got in.
The car started smoothly, heading away from the neighborhood.
I glanced back at the familiar house. There was no lingering attachment in my heart, only the lightness of relief.
Everything was over.
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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.