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Wren Calloway sacrificed everything for Ryker Voss — her body, her fertility, and six years of blood-soaked loyalty. In return, she became Luna of Ashenmoor, the most feared pack in the Pacific Northwest. Then Ryker's dying first love begged for one final wish: a marking ceremony. To make it happen, Ryker asked Wren to swallow a memory-suppression elixir — just three days, he promised. Just a temporary goodbye. But Wren crafted that elixir herself. She knows there's no antidote. In three days, she'll forget him completely — every vow, every scar, every lie. What she doesn't expect is the summons from the High Alpha of Silvervale, who needs her skills to fight a witch's plague devastating the northern packs. Suddenly the woman Ryker discarded is the most valuable wolf in the kingdom. And when Ryker realizes the truth — that his Luna is gone forever, and the most powerful Alpha alive just claimed her — he'll tear apart every border to find her. But will she even know who he is?

Bella was forced to marry Alpha Gwen, a man old enough to be her grandfather. But something unexpected happened on the night of their wedding, Alpha Gwen slumped and died. For Bella's half-uncle to inherit the dead Alpha's men and land, a substitute husband was searched for, but instead of capturing an Omega or a slave, Baron, the Alpha of Greenwood pack was the victim. Known for his vengeanceful nature, Baron vowed to avenge what he considered an invasion of his body, and his revenge had to be a like-for-like. Imprisoned in Baron's fortress, Bella had to fight for her life, seduce her captor, and protect her new family. But what happened when Bella's son had one of the reddest hairs on earth? Just like Alpha Edmond, a man who once captured Bella and wants her for himself?

"Seraphina, you are destined to be my Luna, and no one will ever replace you." Alpha Alexander has been searching on Earth for his missing Luna, who was taken by a cunning rival, for decades. When he finally finds her, it's not a happily ever after reunion. In a world where loyalty is tested and love is a weapon, Seraphina must choose-before the war for her soul consumes them all.

In the shadows of the omega world, survival is a brutal game. But claiming an S-tier Alpha as your fated mate? That's a descent into hellfire. Three years ago, she fled into the night, her world crumbling under two devastating revelations: He was her destined bond, and her father was the killer behind the tragedy that orphaned him. As her father melted into oblivion, she vanished too, terrified of the vengeful beast she feared he'd unleash. Yet he was no ordinary predator. He was Elias Kingsley, the apex terror of Alphas- a ruthless billionaire empire-builder, a sovereign of shadows and savagery, wielding dominance with the ease of a predator's strike. Now, destiny's cruel hand drags them back into the inferno. Tucked away in a opulent hotel, she's dispatched to deliver drinks to an elite room, oblivious to the trap awaiting: a drugged Alpha in feral rut, the very nightmare she's buried for years. In his grasp, the night devours her-stripping away her virginity, her fragile illusions, her hidden truths. Come dawn, she's a ghost once more. But Elias clings to her intoxicating scent like a curse. This time, his runaway omega won't slip away. Not when lust entwines with retribution, forging an obsession that devours everything in its path-dark, unrelenting, and utterly inescapable.

Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World. But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!. When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair? The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.

I am an orphan taken in by the pack, and the powerful Alpha, Ryker, is my guardian. He is also my secret fated mate. But next week, he is marrying another woman for a political alliance. While I was forced to help his fiancé pick out her wedding gown, Ryker cornered me in a fitting room and aggressively marked my neck, claiming me as his own. When his fiancé almost caught us, his eyes turned cold. He shoved an unlimited black credit card into my hand, telling her it was just "charity" for his dead Beta's daughter. Then, they drove away together, leaving me to take a grimy public bus back alone. Back at the dorm, my roommate saw the unmistakable, possessive bite marks of an Alpha on my collarbone. Knowing my reputation was about to be ruined, I fled to a remote campus building to hide from them all. But my adoptive mother's maid suddenly appeared at my door. She didn't come to comfort me. Instead, she delivered a chilling warning. "Do not repeat the terrible mistakes of your family and the Blackwoods regarding the wrong kind of attachments." I froze, my blood running cold as I realized I was under constant surveillance. I thought Ryker's toxic obsession was my biggest nightmare. But what exactly happened between our families in the past, and why did everyone want me trapped in this beautifully decorated prison?

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as I tied my hair back with practiced precision, preparing for what should have been another routine examination. The seven-year-old boy lay before me on the stainless steel table, his small body telling a story of pain that made my stomach clench despite years of experience. "Measurements confirm blunt force trauma to the abdominal region," I dictated clearly, my voice steady as I documented the visible bruises mottling his pale skin. "Contusions are consistent with repeated impact against a hard surface." My assistant nodded, camera clicking as he captured the evidence. "Dr. Martinez, should I note the pattern of bruising on the lower extremities?" "Good catch," I murmured, adjusting my gloves. "The linear patterns suggest a thin, rigid object—possibly a ruler or similar implement." I worked methodically, my hands steady as I examined each injury with the care these victims deserved. The boy had been starved, beaten, and ultimately killed by someone who should have protected him. My job was to give voice to his suffering, to ensure justice through the evidence we uncovered. "The internal examination will confirm our suspicions about the cause of death," I explained to my assistant, who had been with me long enough to understand the protocols.

“I didn’t do it, Bella,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “She set me up.” But Bella had already seen enough to break her heart forever. One week before her wedding, Bella walks into a luxury hotel suite expecting her first night with the man she loves — Leo, the struggling dreamer she stood by for years when he had nothing. Instead, she finds him in bed with her best friend, Ciara — half-naked, drunk, and moaning Bella’s name while Ciara moved on top of him. Heart shattered, Bella rips off her engagement ring and walks away, determined never to look back. The man she sacrificed everything for… and the best friend she trusted like a sister… both destroyed her in the cruelest way. But the truth wasn’t that simple. Leo was not who she thought he was — not just a man, not just a fiancé. And that night in the hotel room… something about it didn’t add up. Ciara didn’t betray her out of jealousy alone. She planned it. Now Bella is trying to rebuild her life, but Leo refuses to disappear. He keeps showing up — silent, intense, broken — like a man desperate to fix something she doesn’t want to remember. Even when Bella tries to forget Leo, he keeps appearing in her life. And every time he gets close, something inside her reacts. A pull she can’t resist and a fire she can’t explain. And a connection her heart keeps denying, even as her body betrays her.

The antiseptic smell of the hospital burned my nostrils as they wheeled me down the corridor. My hands trembled as they rested on my swollen belly—seven months of hope, seven years of trying, all culminating in this moment of terror. The harsh fluorescent lights blurred above me, each one passing like the tick of a countdown clock. "Mrs. Mitchell, we need to perform an emergency C-section immediately," the doctor's voice was steady but urgent. "Your blood pressure is dangerously high. We need to save you both." I turned my head, searching for Richard's face among the medical staff surrounding me. He stood there in crisp blue scrubs, his expression unreadable, his eyes not meeting mine. Seven years of fertility treatments, countless injections, the roller coaster of hope and despair—and now this moment that should have united us seemed to be pulling us further apart. "Richard," I whispered, reaching for his hand.

The candles on the homemade chocolate cake flickered in the dim light of our Brooklyn apartment. I'd spent three hours baking it, using the last of our groceries and a recipe I'd memorized from the library's cookbook section. Twenty-eight candles—one for each year of Cassian's life. "Happy birthday to you," I whispered to myself, adjusting the vintage watch I'd saved for months to buy. It wasn't expensive, but it was elegant—something Cassian could wear to his new office downtown. The door clicked open at 11:47 PM. "Selena?" Cassian's voice was slurred, his tie loosened around his neck. The scent of expensive perfume—something floral and heady—clung to his suit jacket. "You're home." I stood from the couch, wiping flour from my apron. "I made cake." His eyes, usually so warm when they looked at me, were unfocused.

The diamond brooch caught my eye mid-sentence. I was in the middle of my weekly antiques appraisal livestream, discussing the intricacies of art deco jewelry to my thousands of followers, when the comment section exploded with hearts and wolf emojis. A glamorous she-wolf had joined the chat, and there, glittering against her collarbone, was my breath caught in my throat. "Let me zoom in on this particular piece," I said, my curator's instincts overriding my Luna duties for a moment. "The craftsmanship is exquisite—note how the diamonds are set in a honeycomb pattern, typical of 1920s design." My fingers froze over my keyboard as I leaned closer to the screen. Something about those diamonds, the way they caught the light... "That's a one-of-a-kind piece," I continued, my voice steady despite my racing heart. "The central diamond has a distinctive cut—what we call a 'Knight cut' in the trade. It's named after the Knight Pack's signature design." Because it was MY design. MY brooch.

The clinic was quiet in the way only a room with a dying woman in it can be quiet. I stood at the side of the treatment table with two fingers pressed to Mara Clark's wrist, counting. Her pulse was slow. Too slow. And under the slowness, something else — a small, wrong flutter that didn't belong in any heart I had ever treated. I looked at the tray on the steel cart beside me. Alivia had prepared it three hours ago. Neat vials. Neat labels. Her handwriting was always neat.

Four years into our mate bond, Gregory, the Alpha of the White Pack, took me on a run through the dense forests near our territory. It was supposed to be a chance to reconnect, to remind ourselves of the bond we once shared. But that night, he left me alone in the woods to pick up Amaris, a Delta from our pack, from the airport. A sudden storm rolled in, and as I tried to make my way back to the packhouse, I slipped and broke my leg. I don’t know how many times I mind-linked Gregory before he finally answered. “Adele, can’t you stop calling? It’s just a bit of rain. Can’t you stay in the clearing?” Amaris’s voice echoed in my mind, her tone dripping with mockery. “The sky looks crystal clear; where’s the rain?” I shot back, my voice trembling with pain and frustration. “Don’t mind her; she’s always so dramatic,” Gregory interjected, his tone dismissive.

My parents spent eighteen years grooming me for one singular purpose: to be the mate of Jax Little, the future Alpha. We grew up together, promising a hundred times that we would rule the Silver Moon Pack side by side. But on the night of the Recognition Ritual, because my inner wolf was silent and I hadn't shifted yet, everything shattered. Jax stood before the entire pack, looked at Catalina—a stranger in red silk—and then looked at me with cold, steel-gray eyes. "I, Jax Little, reject you, Eliana Carter." He didn't just break our bond; he let his new Luna destroy me. When Catalina shoved me into a pool, he saved her instead of me. When she framed me for an attack, causing me to fall onto deadly silver that seared my flesh like acid, he stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her fake tears. He left me dying on the floor to soothe the woman who had tried to kill me. I realized then that the boy who promised to protect me was dead. He prioritized ambition over love, treating me like a broken defect to be discarded. I survived the silver, but I killed the girl who loved him. I packed my bags and ran to New York City, believing I was wolfless and alone. I didn't know that I wasn't a defect—I was a rare White Wolf waiting to wake up. And I certainly didn't expect the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast to be waiting in the shadows, ready to burn the world down for me.

When the boy I had loved in silence for five years dropped to one knee and proposed to the very girl who had bullied me, the entire room burst into laughter at my expense. "That fat, ugly Lydia Prescott actually thinks she has a shot with a mafia boss?" In a single night, I became the city's favorite punchline. I fled in humiliation. The next time I appeared, I had transformed. The weight was gone, and so was the ridicule. I stunned everyone into silence. Miles Calloway begged through tears for another chance, but I simply slipped my arm through the arm of the mafia godfather beside me and smiled. "Sorry. I'm married." The man rumored to be cold-blooded and untouchable pulled me closer and declared with chilling certainty, "Lydia is my wife." The room erupted. Only my best friend, Annie Sinclair, gasped, "Lydia, you seriously locked down my dad?"

The prince of New York high society once stopped a plane for me, and I once vanished with our child for three years. We were married. Nine years later, a younger, more attractive woman appeared by his side. She's vivacious and daring, joining him in all his thrilling escapades. Meanwhile, I had become a housewife, keeping a watchful eye on our daughter, insisting she not indulge in too many sweets. He told me, disappointed, "Thalia, you've lost your spark." Even my daughter critiqued, "Aunt Alison is smart, gorgeous, and earns her own living. What about you? You just depend on Dad." The next day, I took my ID and went through with the divorce from Harvey. Perhaps they'd forgotten. At twenty-two, I was bold enough to dive off a cliff into the open sea to escape.

I found them under the bed while looking for my favorite heels. Black lace. Torn at the hip. Definitely not mine. My hands trembled as I held the flimsy fabric, my mind racing through impossible explanations. Maybe they were from before we moved in together. Maybe they belonged to his sister who'd crashed here last month. Maybe— "Yeah, man, I know." Colin's voice drifted from the living room, casual and relaxed. "But come on, it's my last chance before I'm locked down forever." I froze, the lingerie still dangling from my fingers. "Tessa?" His laugh cut through me like glass.

The day after I turned eighteen, Marlon and I succumbed to temptation. Soon after, I discovered I was pregnant. Overwhelmed and unsure of what to do, Marlon promised to take responsibility. We decided, after discussing with my parents, to have the baby and hold a marking ceremony first, and then complete our schooling and formalize our mate bond once we were of legal age. But the day after the ceremony, Marlon vanished, leaving only a letter behind. At the same time, the internet was flooded with explicit photos of me, branding me an immoral woman and shattering my reputation. My father, the former Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, was so enraged that he suffered a stroke, leaving him paralyzed, while my mother, the former Luna, cried until she lost her sight. It was only then that I learned everything—from our first meeting to our marking ceremony—was part of Marlon's scheme to avenge his father. Seven years later, at my father's funeral, Marlon reappeared and kicked over my father's urn. I threw myself over the ashes to protect them.

The last thing I remembered was the freezing river swallowing me whole. The next thing I knew, I was staring at my engagement ring — the same one that ruined my life three years later. This time, Damien Steele won’t destroy me. I’ll destroy him first.

"This," Alden announced loudly enough for nearby party-goers to hear, "is Jocelyn. She's more loyal than any dog I've ever seen. Follows me around, does whatever I tell her to do. Isn't that right, Jocelyn?" Heads turned. Conversations paused. I felt the weight of their stares, some amused, others pitying. My cheeks burned. "She's been following me around for ten years. Ten fucking years of devotion to a man who will never mark her. Do you know why, Lyra?" "Why?" Lyra asked, her voice breathy with anticipation. "Because I would never mark a dog," Alden declared, his words cutting through me like silver blades. "But here's the beautiful part—even knowing that, even knowing I'll never want her the way she wants me, she'd still spread her legs and bond with me tonight if I asked. Because she loves me that much." The crowd that had gathered erupted in laughter. "Pathetic," someone called out from the crowd. I felt their mockery wash over me, but underneath it was something else—a countdown that had been ticking in my head for months. Two days. Just two more days until the ten-year mark, until my debt was paid.

My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying. My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum. "Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish." I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for. As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them. But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them. "This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."

I am the last surviving Rossi, a hostage kept alive solely to be a breeding vessel for the rival Falcone mafia family. The Underboss's wife, Cecile, stripped me bare, slapped me fiercely, and forced me into black lace to warm her husband's bed. "You are nothing but a temporary container to breed the heir I cannot give my husband." She planned to steal my future child and dispose of me the moment I served my purpose. In this ruthless estate, her maids and Damien's mistresses mocked me constantly, waiting for the dirty Rossi leftover to be discarded like trash. I remembered my family begging for mercy right before they were slaughtered by Falcone soldiers. Submission in their world only meant a faster execution. Why should I just accept my fate as a disposable incubator while the monsters who ruined my bloodline paraded as untouched royalty? Instead of cowering, I mercilessly rubbed my bruised cheek until it turned a vicious purple, biting my lip until it bled. I walked into Damien's study, looking the ruthless Underboss dead in the eye. "Cecile can give him a name, but I will give him a spine." When Damien saw my ruined face and heard my defiance, the cold monster finally snapped. He didn't just protect his property; he publicly stripped his wife of her power, banished his mistresses, and locked the family's reigning sapphires around my neck. Cecile thought she was sending me to the slaughterhouse, but she had just handed me the throne.

To save my father's failing workshop from ruthless loan sharks, I sold one year of my life. I signed a fake marriage contract with Cameron Fox, an icy billionaire who needed a wife to pacify his sick grandmother. The rules were strict: it was purely a commercial transaction, with absolutely no physical contact and no emotional attachments. Soon after, that cold hearted man seemed different to me. Wait, is he pursuing me?

"Are you out of your mind, Lennon? Did you really give Audrey's bone marrow to Zelda without her knowing?" In a private clinic in Edinburgh, Nevaeh burst into the room, angrily pointing at Lennon who was sitting on the sofa. Lennon tilted his head slightly, frustration lining his handsome features, and spoke with resignation: "Sis, Audrey and Zelda were the only ones with compatible marrow; there wasn't another option." Nevaeh glanced at the report on the table, detailing Audrey's months-long hospitalization due to an infection. Her anger boiled over: "No other option? You knew Audrey was unwell and you deceived her into believing it was just a stomach issue, taking such risks!" "I can't believe this, has Zelda cast some spell on you? You even took up horse riding just to make her smile, which resulted in five years of paralysis. During those years, it was Audrey who stood by you." "And now that you're better, Zelda's illness is cured after being abandoned here, and you've secretly given her Audrey's marrow. Months have passed, Zelda recovers, and you're indulging her whims by considering a surrogate!" At the doorway, Audrey had just finished her discharge paperwork and overheard Nevaeh's furious words. Her hand clenched against the wall, the smile on her face stiffening, as if she had been plunged into ice water. Just half an hour ago, the doctor informed her that her post-surgery infection had completely healed, and she was cleared to leave the clinic.