Broken by the Alpha: The Moon Singer's Rise

I was the Alpha’s Fated Mate, but to Jacob, I was nothing more than a tool to soothe his rage with my piano music. He paraded Kassandra around as his true love, treating me like a servant in my own home. When Rogues attacked our territory, Jacob had to make a split-second choice. He chose to save Kassandra, believing her lie that she was pregnant with his heir. While he protected her, Kassandra looked me in the eye and stomped on my hand—crushing the bones and destroying my ability to play the music that kept the pack sane. I left the pack that night, broken and alone. It took Jacob weeks to discover the truth. Kassandra was never pregnant; she had been taking birth control for years and stealing millions from the pack treasury. Realizing he had sacrificed his true mate for a liar, Jacob destroyed Kassandra and came crawling back to me. He found me in Vienna, healed and rising as the powerful White Wolf Luna. He knelt in the dirt, slicing his own arm with a silver blade, begging for a chance to bleed for me the way I had bled for him. He offered me his Alpha title, his fortune, and his life. I looked at the man who had once been my entire world and felt nothing but a cold, hollow silence. "I don't hate you, Jacob," I said, turning to the man who truly loved me. "I just don't care."

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Chapter 6

Alexia POV

I stood anchored in the shadows at the edge of the Pack square, the damp earth seeping through the thin soles of my shoes. Overhead, the sky hemorrhaged red and gold as fireworks exploded, screaming in celebration of the new Luna.

Kassandra.

My hand throbbed—a dull, rhythmic reminder of who Jacob had chosen to save.

*Alexia.*

Jacob’s voice slid into my mind, slick with false remorse. The sensation made my stomach turn.

*I know you’re upset,* he continued via the *Mind-Link*. *I’ve been so busy with the security protocols after the attack. I didn't mean to ignore you.*

"Busy," I whispered to the darkness. He wasn't busy. He was crowning her.

*I love her ability to lead,* Jacob said, his thoughts messy and leaking into mine. *But I love your gentleness, Alexia. You balance me. A Wolf needs his Alpha female, but a man needs his soft place to land. You can be that for me. We can make this work.*

The audacity stole the breath from my lungs. He wanted a queen on his arm and a slave in his bed. He wanted the best of both worlds while I burned in the middle.

*You don't love me, Jacob,* I projected back, my mental voice sharp as a blade. *You love that I make you feel powerful. You love that I take your pain so you don't have to feel it.*

There was a pause on his end. A heavy hesitation.

*How is your hand?* he asked, the question feeling like a polite afterthought.

*My hand is destroyed because you chose her,* I replied. *You let her crush my bones while you played hero.*

*That’s not fair—*

*Alexia!* Kassandra’s voice screeched into the link, shattering the moment like breaking glass. *Stop harassing him! We are trying to have a moment! You ungrateful wretch.*

*Kassandra, calm down,* Jacob soothed her instantly. The shift in his tone was immediate. He went from repentant lover to fierce protector in a heartbeat. *She’s just... confused.*

A moment later, a young Omega runner came panting up to the edge of the infirmary building where I was lurking. He held a heavy velvet pouch, his eyes darting nervously as if he were approaching a wounded animal.

"Luna Kassandra sent this," he mumbled, refusing to meet my gaze. "She said... she said it's your severance pay. Since you can't play piano anymore, you'll need it to survive in the human world."

I took the bag. It was heavy. Gold coins. Pack currency.

Inside was a note, written in Kassandra’s looping, childish scrawl: *For the cripple. Don't spend it all on painkillers.*

Rage, hot and blinding, flooded my veins. It wasn't the insult. It was the audacity.

I didn't leave. Not yet.

I walked out of the shadows. I walked straight into the searing light of the bonfire. The music died down as people noticed me—the disheveled, bloodied Omega with a cast on her arm, marching toward the dais like a specter haunting a feast.

Kassandra gasped, clutching Jacob’s arm with theatrical fear. "She's going to attack me!"

I stopped at the foot of the platform. I looked up at them. They looked like royalty. I looked like a ghost.

I raised the velvet bag.

"I don't want your charity, Kassandra," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "And I certainly don't want your blood money."

I threw the bag.

It hit the wooden platform right at her feet with a heavy thud. The fabric burst open. Gold coins spilled out, clinking and rolling across the stage, glittering mockingly in the firelight.

"These coins," I said, pointing at them with my good hand. "They aren't worth a single note of the music I wrote for this Pack. The music *you* stole."

Kassandra turned pale. "She's lying! Jacob, she's lying! I wrote those hymns!"

"You can't even read sheet music," I spat.

Kassandra grabbed her chest, her breathing becoming ragged. "My heart... Jacob... she's hurting me..."

It was a performance. A bad one. But it was enough for him.

Jacob’s face twisted into a snarl. He stepped in front of Kassandra, shielding her from me—from the broken woman who weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet.

"Enough, Alexia!" he roared, the Alpha Command vibrating in the air. "Get out of my sight!"

I looked at him. Really looked at him. The man I had worshipped since I was a child. The man who was supposed to be my other half.

"Tell me, Jacob Alpha," I said softly, the Command washing over me without taking hold because my heart was already gone. "Do you love her? Or do you just love her lies?"

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Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate. I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo. The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives. My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked. To her, I was finally being disposed of. She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left. She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex. "She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back. But they made a fatal mistake. With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon. I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him. And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner. He will be my vengeance.

Action Mafia Romance

7.7

From Pit to Palace: Charlie Emerged

7.7

"I want to end this relationship for good," Megan said coldly. Charlie's heart sank. "Why?" He stammered to ask, trying to disbelieve what he had just heard. "You want to know why?" Megan glared at him. "That's because you're a trash picker! My bright future can't shine with someone like you. So from now on, don't trouble me!" Despite everything Charlie had done for her, Megan felt that they weren't enough. She wanted more, but Charlie couldn't meet her high expectations. So she walked out of their three-year relationship to be with the rich, campus guy, calling Charlie a thorn in her flesh. But then.... Something happened. A mysterious call. Charlie's life changed. He's no longer the trash picker everyone knew on the campus. He now dines in the palace with dignitaries. To you, what do you think will be his next move? Revenge or what? Read to find out.

Action Mafia Young Adult

8.6

He Was Doomed to Die Until I Married Him

8.6

Ten days before our scheduled wedding, my fiancé, Capo Leo Gallo, came to my family's estate in the pouring rain. He didn't come to comfort me over my parents' recent deaths. He came to tell me that his mistress, Angelica, would remain by his side and hold the real power in our home. I was to be his wife in name only. He wanted to publicly humiliate me and steal my family's Brooklyn docks. In my past life, I didn't realize Leo and his family had actually orchestrated the brutal ambush that left my parents dead in a pool of blood. I endured his insults, only to be locked away in a gilded cage while they used my six-year-old brother, Luca, as a hostage. They drained my mother's trust fund, elevated his mistress to rule my home, and eventually sent my little brother and me to our miserable graves. They thought I was just a powerless orphan they could easily crush. They thought I didn't know the absolute truth behind the massacre that ruined my family and crippled the Don's eldest son, Damien Moretti. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the cold drizzle, listening to his arrogant demands. "As you wish, Leo," I said, burying my burning need for vendetta beneath a mask of hollow defeat. The moment he left to celebrate his victory, I turned to my loyal maid. "Send a message to the Mafia Queen. Tell her I am breaking my engagement to Leo. I wish to marry her crippled son, Damien, instead."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

His Mafia Queen, My Substitute Heart

7.1

My perfect marriage to Don Dante Moretti, the most powerful man in the New York mob, ended the moment my father died. I was twenty-four, pregnant with his heir, and I believed I was his queen. But for two days, while I planned a funeral alone, my husband was unreachable. Then a friend sent me a photo. Dante in London, his hand tangled in the hair of the woman beside him. It was my cousin, Valentina. He came home with lies about a dead phone and a difficult summit. That night, I found his private journal, and my world disintegrated. He had married me because I had "Valentina’s eyes." I was a substitute. Our unborn child wasn't a product of love. It was a project. A girl he planned to name Elena, after Valentina, calling her a "perfect, tiny piece of the woman I can never truly possess." I wasn't his wife. I was a stand-in. The love I felt for him didn't just die. It was murdered. The next morning, I slid a folder across the kitchen island. "Donation forms," I said. He didn't even look before scrawling his signature on what were actually our finalized divorce papers. His arrogance was my weapon. As he slept beside me that night, smelling of lies and my cousin, I made an appointment at a private clinic. He wanted a legacy? I would give him nothing.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.3

Married To The Comatose Mafia King

8.3

I stood before the altar of the grand gothic cathedral, about to marry Julian Moretti, the grieving adopted son stepping up for the comatose Don. To the hundreds of mafia men behind us, it was a dutiful wedding. But I knew the horrifying truth. Julian and his pregnant mistress, Clara, had orchestrated a brutal plot to steal my dowry and secure his place as the next Don. In my past life, I was completely blind to their betrayal. Julian trapped me in our apartment and set it ablaze. I could still feel the blistering heat of the fire. I could still hear my mother’s agonizing screams and my little brother Antonio’s desperate coughing as the smoke filled our lungs. My entire family was burned alive just so Julian could swap the brides and put his whore in my place. I died in pure agony, filled with hatred and despair, wondering why I had trusted a monster. God hadn't saved me from those flames. The Devil had. And he sent me back to this exact moment at the altar. "Do you, Isabella Rossi, take Julian Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked. Julian reached for my hand with a sickeningly gentle smile. I didn't give it to him. I tore back my lace veil and turned to face the crowd. "You are mistaken, Father," I said, my voice like ice. "The man I am bound to marry is your Don. Damien Moretti."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don

8.0

For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley. He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead. When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over. Instead, she framed me again. Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate. I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help. But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference. He chose the monster over his wife. That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me. So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me. I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn. Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass. He stared at me—the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival. I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger. He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession. "Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."

Mafia Modern Romance

Broken by the Alpha: The Moon Singer's Rise

Chapter 6

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