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 7
Luke's POV.
"Alpha, you're finally here."
Layla threw herself into my arms, her soft body pressed tightly against my chest, wrapped in a heavy cloud of perfume.
"It took me so much effort to book this love hotel. I promise you'll be satisfied."
The teasing made my heart stir with desire. I lowered my head and nipped at her earlobe. "For you, I even postponed my anniversary date with Aria."
Layla understood instantly. Her soft fingers brushed over my sensitive Adam's apple as she spoke in a syrupy voice, "Then I'll make it up to you properly."
I couldn't wait any longer. I carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.
Intimate breaths soon filled the room. As I leaned down to kiss Layla, my peripheral vision caught sight of a document peeking out from the pocket of my suit jacket on the floor.
It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for Aria. An adoption agreement.
Aria had always longed for a child of her own. She would definitely love this gift.
Layla hooked her arms around my neck, clearly displeased by my distraction.
She was too passionate, like a blazing flame that set my entire body on fire. Not like Aria…
Aria!
I suddenly sat up and checked the time. It was already 11:30 p.m.
Aria was still waiting for me at the restaurant.
I hurried to get up and look for my clothes. Layla clung tightly to me from behind, her voice full of grievance. "What are you getting up for? You're not leaving!"
"Get some rest." I pried her hands off firmly and tried to soothe her. "I'll have a driver take you back tomorrow."
"You're going to see Aria, aren't you?" Layla's voice turned shrill as she grabbed my arm and refused to let go. "Luke, please don't leave. Stay with me tonight, just one night!"
My expression hardened, my voice carrying a warning. "Layla, don't forget who you are. Aria is my Luna. Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. I have to go back to her."
Her clinging irritated me. I flung her hand away forcefully. "Enough. Don't push me."
Layla fell back onto the bed and screamed hysterically. "What is Aria supposed to be! I'm the fated mate chosen for you by the Moon Goddess! Luke, come back! You can't leave me!"
I ignored her screaming, dressed quickly, and left.
I sped toward the restaurant I had reserved.
The streets at 11:30 p.m. were unusually empty. Most of the roadside shops had already closed, leaving only solitary streetlights glowing, a stark contrast to the daytime bustle.
The thought of Aria, weak and fragile, possibly waiting alone at the restaurant until midnight filled me with guilt, along with a faint sense of unease.
Why hadn't Aria contacted me? Was she angry, or was she feeling unwell?
When I saw her, I would explain everything properly. I'd say the Council work had suddenly become urgent, that I'd been overwhelmed and lost track of time…
The car finally stopped at the restaurant entrance. I shoved the door open and rushed inside.
A waiter was extinguishing the last light. Seeing me rush in, he stepped forward to stop me. "Alpha, we're already closed."
"That's impossible!" I panted, grabbing his arm. "Where is Aria? We agreed to meet here. Today is our wedding anniversary!"
The waiter hesitated, then asked politely, "Do you have a reservation?"
"Of course I do!" I gave him the private room number I had booked in advance. "I reserved it long ago. Didn't she come?"
The waiter checked the records and shook his head. "The room was indeed reserved under your name, but the guest never arrived. We didn't see your Luna either."
I frowned deeply as the unease inside me surged.
How could that be? I had repeatedly told Aria to wait for me. She had never disobeyed me before.
I pushed past the waiter and rushed into the restaurant despite his attempts to stop me, fumbling through the darkness until I found the private room.
I slapped the light switch on the wall. The crystal chandelier blazed to life instantly. The room was warm and romantic. A cake reading "Happy 5th Anniversary" sat at the center of the table, surrounded by Aria's favorite champagne roses. Everything had been prepared perfectly, exactly as I had instructed.
But the seats were empty.
Aria truly hadn't come.
A powerful sense of dread washed over me. I had a vague but terrible premonition.
No. Aria must have been feeling unwell, or something unexpected had delayed her. She must have called me. I simply hadn't noticed because I was indulging in the pleasure Layla gave me.
She had to be waiting for me at home.
I had to go back immediately, give her the gift, tell her we were about to have a "child," and sweet-talk her properly.
Aria loved me so much. She had never had the heart to truly be angry with me.
I grabbed my suit jacket, rushed out of the restaurant, and sped all the way home.
The moment I pushed the door open, I called out instinctively, "Aria! I'm home!"
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Against all odds, Selene chooses him. Their bond is instant, powerful, perfect.
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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.
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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.