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When I was three months pregnant, my husband, Kolton Ferguson, who held a prominent military position, asked me for a divorce. The reason? Marceline Hart, his widowed sister-in-law, was also expecting a child. Kolton claimed he wanted to look after Marceline and her unborn child by bringing her along with him in his military postings. He assured me that the divorce would only be temporary. Once Marceline had the baby and was able to care for the child, he promised we would remarry. In my previous life, I firmly rejected Kolton's proposal, clinging desperately to our marriage. Marceline, trying to secure her position by Kolton's side, ended up in the hospital for an abortion that tragically led to complications and her death. Kolton blamed me bitterly for it. When I was six months pregnant, Kolton orchestrated a setup where I was caught in a compromising situation with a local troublemaker.

The snow falls thick outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Burke Tech's executive floor, turning Manhattan into a blur of white and gold. I'm alone at my desk—the sleek glass surface that sits just outside Karson's corner office—organizing tomorrow's board meeting agenda while everyone else has gone home to their families. It's nearly eight, and my fingers are cramping from typing, but I don't mind. Karson texted an hour ago: "Family dinner running late. Don't wait up." I never wait up. That's the arrangement. The elevator chimes, and I glance up to see a courier in a black uniform stepping onto our floor, holding an enormous wicker basket wrapped in gold cellophane. My pulse quickens. "Delivery for Nina Davis," he says, checking his tablet. "That's me." My voice comes out steadier than I feel.

I should have kept a closer eye on Matheo. That's the thought that hits me first — not the sleek black SUV, not the long white scratch running down its passenger door, not the small crowd of people in Silverpine's town square already turning to look. Just that one thought, flat and familiar: I should have been watching. But I'd been distracted. The market vendor had shortchanged me again, and I was standing there recounting my bills with one hand while holding a canvas bag of groceries in the other, and Matheo had drifted three steps to my left the way he always does when something catches his eye. He's like that — drawn to shiny things, moving things, anything that glitters in afternoon light. The SUV's chrome trim must have caught the sun just right. He didn't mean to scratch it. He was reaching for his own reflection. "Mattie." I say his name quietly, setting down the groceries.

Kaia Dawson swore she'd never return to Moonfang territory, not after Vincent Lopez - the Alpha - shattered her heart in a cruel dare that humiliated her in front of the pack. As an omega, she was the lowest of the low, and Vincent made sure she never forgot it. But years later, with her mother gravely ill, Kaia's forced to take a job in the one place she vowed to avoid - Moonfang Construction, the very company Vincent now runs.

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the bridal suite, casting a golden glow over the ivory lace of my wedding gown. I ran my fingers along the intricate train, admiring how the delicate patterns caught the light. After three years of planning, tomorrow I would finally become Mrs. Christopher Zhou. "Perfect," I whispered, a smile playing on my lips as I snapped a photo of the dress for my final pre-wedding social media update. The luxury venue in downtown Seattle had exceeded all my expectations—crystal chandeliers suspended from vaulted ceilings, marble floors polished to a mirror shine, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Elliott Bay. I reached for my phone, quickly typing a message to my florist. *Can we add more rose petals for the aisle? I'm thinking a denser scatter near the altar.* The response came almost immediately: *Absolutely, Stella! We'll make sure it's perfect.* Perfect.

I spent 30 years being the perfect wife. I raised his children. Built his home. Smiled at his business dinners. And on our 30th anniversary, I found out it was all a lie. "I never loved you, Margaret. You were just... convenient." He said it so casually. Like he was commenting on the weather. While his 28-year-old girlfriend waited in the car. At 52, I had nothing. No career. No savings in my name. No identity beyond "Mrs. David Chen." But I had rage. And when the most ruthless billionaire in the city offered me a deal, I should have said no. "Be my wife for one year. Help me secure my company. And I'll make sure your ex-husband loses everything." I said yes. I didn't expect to fall in love at 52. I didn't expect him to fall first.

My husband was obsessed with a social media influencer, blowing even the money set aside for Milana's funeral. Her cancer had worsened, leaving her hospitalized. When I went to pay the medical bills, I found our bank account empty—Gianni had spent it all on that internet personality. Milana was left without a hospital bed, forced to sit on a chair in the hallway, silently wiping away tears as she trembled in pain. I called Gianni in desperation, needing money, only to be met with a barrage of insults. "Why should I care if your mom is sick? Ryleigh's family is going through a rough time. How could I not help her out?" "What kind of son wishes his own mother dead to get money? It's disgraceful." Listening to him, Milana closed her eyes in resignation. She missed her chance for urgent treatment.

In Eleanor's previous life, she was blind and stupid. Eleanor was deceived, used, betrayed by Asher and Fiona, and eventually she died tragically. Before she died, Eleanor was told that Fiona would take her place in Reese's heart and become Luna in The Eclipse Thunder Pack. Eleanor also realized that she had been deceived by her best friend and lover all along, and she died with a huge sense of vengeance. Eleanor vowed that if she could have a chance to come back to life, then she would never be so stupid as to trust the two of them again! With a strong sense of vengeance, Eleanor instantly woke up and found herself reborn on the same night that she came in contact with Reese. Eleanor also realized that she was truly given a chance to live again by the Moon Goddess, and she was determined to be able to cherish, love, and regain Reese's trust and would always stand by Reese's side. Eleanor promised that she would no longer waste the person who loved her the most. As for Asher and Fiona, Eleanor vowed to find a way to torture and avenge all the evil thing they had done to her.

​She was the mute plaything of a tyrant. Now, she is the mother of a god. ​In the brutal North, Elara is a "broken" Pureblood-a silent servant stripped of her voice and forced into the bed of the cruel Alpha Kaelen. But when she escapes into the perpetual violet dusk of the Forbidden Wastes, she carries a secret that will shatter the world: a pregnancy conceived under a cursed eclipse. ​The child, Aethelred, is not a normal wolf. Born of silver moonlight and ancient void-fire, he is the prophesied Vessel-a being destined to either bridge the gap between light and dark or consume the world in a never-ending hunger. ​As Elara transforms from a hunted rogue into a formidable Queen, she must lead an army of outcasts against those who would steal her son's power. From the blood-soaked Obsidian Fortress to the shifting sands of the Eastern Continent, Elara and her loyal protector, the scarred warrior Caspian, must navigate a world of terrifying Void-Walkers, fanatical cults, and primordial gods. ​The "Secret Pregnancy" is no longer a secret. The "Mute" is no longer silent. And as the stars themselves begin to fall, Elara must decide: Will she protect her son from the world, or the world from her son?

After sacrificing her own life to save a young billionaire, Anne became the wife of Edric Montray overnight. However, it was only a loveless contract marriage that would last two years, just until Edric's ex-girlfriend returned from studying abroad. Anne thought she could melt Edric's cold heart, but all she received was icy resistance and words that pierced her like knives. One passionate, mistaken night gave Anne a spark of hope, only for it to be crushed when Bella, Edric's ex, returned the very next day. Anne gave up, signed the divorce papers, and disappeared. Unexpectedly, a car accident brought back the memories Anne had lost for three years! From that day on, the woman named Anne completely vanished, the underworld welcomed back the long-lost Mafia Queen after three years! Edric went mad searching for his ex-wife, only to spiral deeper into insanity when he saw a seductive, stunning woman with Anne's face... holding the hand of a little boy who looked exactly like him. "Anne..." "There is no more Anne." The ex-wife, no, now known as Mary Salvaria, the Mafia Boss ruling the entire underworld of the Union State. Edric, how will you win back the heart of this entirely new woman?

The diamond bracelet I'd carefully selected for Dalton's anniversary gift sat wrapped in our bedroom, its velvet box mocking me as I realized my mistake. Five years of marriage, and I'd forgotten the most important part of our celebration. "I'm such an idiot," I muttered, grabbing my keys. Dalton had mentioned he'd be working late tonight—something about quarterly reports that couldn't wait. His home office would be empty, and the safe key was hidden exactly where it always was. The drive to Harrison Enterprises took twenty minutes, the weight of my oversight pressing heavier with each mile. The security guard nodded as I passed, accustomed to my occasional visits. "Mrs. Harrison," he greeted with a smile. "Happy anniversary." "Thank you, George." I returned his smile, though it felt hollow.

"Dick!" I screamed, reaching out desperately as I fell. He was only twenty feet away, close enough to reach me, close enough to help. "Dick, please!" Time slowed to a crawl. I saw him turn at the sound of my voice, saw his eyes meet mine through his goggles. For a heartbeat, I thought he would come for me. I thought the man I'd loved since I was seven years old would do what I would do for him without hesitation. Instead, I watched him turn away. He pivoted on his skis and shot toward Scarlett, who was struggling to maintain her balance further down the slope. His arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her against him, and together they disappeared into the white chaos, leaving me behind. The betrayal hit harder than the avalanche itself. In that moment of absolute terror, when I needed him most, Dick had made his choice. And it wasn't me.

The first rays of dawn filtered through my curtains, painting golden streaks across my bedroom floor. I stretched, feeling different—something warm and alive stirring deep within me. A presence I'd always sensed but never quite reached was now pushing toward the surface, eager to emerge. "Today's the day," I whispered to myself, my heart racing with anticipation. I closed my eyes and focused inward. There it was—a golden, pulsing energy that had been dormant for seventeen years. My wolf. After years of waiting, she was finally awakening on my eighteenth birthday. *Hello, Elena,* a voice echoed in my mind—not mine, but hers. Warm, confident, and somehow ancient.

I was Ava Hudson, the future daughter-in-law of a prominent councilman in the city of Windhaven. My fiancé, Leo Kennedy, was a celebrated rising star in politics, admired by all. But deep in his heart, he harbored a love for a woman named Isabella Fuller, his untouchable ideal. Now, the notorious crime lord Alessandro Marcello had declared his intent to marry Isabella. I overheard Leo's chilling voice from outside the study. Send Ava to him. No matter how ruthless he is, would he dare touch the councilman's future daughter-in-law?" I followed his plan and married into the Marcello family. Later, it was Leo who lost his mind.

My husband, Jackson, the Alpha of the Dorsey Pack, was supposed to be my partner, my equal. I paid for everything, from his suits to our private jet. Today, the man I loved told me I wasn't flying with him to the Alpha Summit. Instead, he declared his mistress, Amber, "fragile" and needing my jet, while I got an economy ticket. His mother, Cornelia, added my healing "aura" was too "intense" for Amber. My heart shattered from the public humiliation. Jackson kissed Amber, a tenderness denied me for years, while the pack looked away. He even blocked our mind-link, the ultimate rejection. A searing, cold rage erupted. For five years, I suppressed my royal White Wolf blood, enduring their disdain for a man who now cast me aside like trash. As my jet lifted into the sky, something inside me unleashed. I pulled out my phone, fingers trembling with resolve. "Cancel the Gulfstream's flight. Ground them. Cut everything. The game is over."

In the third week of my pregnancy, my husband fell for a woman who had been a family friend since childhood. They carried on their affair in the nursery I had lovingly prepared for our child. When I found them, she had the nerve to smirk and say, "Oh, Mikayla, don't get the wrong idea. We were just catching up." Rage coursed through me, and I felt warmth trickling down my legs. She had the audacity to claim that my health issues were bringing bad luck, and she poured a bucket of so-called holy water over me. My husband, Ashton, called me an embarrassment and forbade me from leaving the house for Thanksgiving dinner. He locked me inside while he spent the night with her. When he returned, he was furious upon seeing my miscarriage report. --- On Valentine's Day, I was buying chocolates when I realized I had picked up the wrong phone. As I was about to head home, I saw a message from one of Ashton's friends: "You've really outdone yourself, Ashton!

I should have been there with them. The thought gnaws at me as I adjust the white roses in the church sanctuary, their pristine petals catching the afternoon light streaming through stained glass windows. Everything has to be perfect for Ophelia's wedding—our wedding. She deserves that much after everything she's been through, fighting this damn cancer that's stealing her away from me piece by piece. "Jackson, the photographer wants to know about the timing for the ceremony," my best man calls from across the aisle, his voice echoing in the empty space. I glance at my watch—2:30 PM. Elizabeth and Dakota should be at the mall by now, probably browsing through stores, Dakota dragging her feet as usual while Elizabeth tries to make their Saturday outing seem fun. The guilt twists in my stomach, but I push it down. They'll be fine. Elizabeth's been handling things on her own more and more lately anyway.

The familiar wooden steps of our pack house creaked beneath my feet as I climbed toward the front door, my heart lighter than it had been in months. Thanksgiving weekend meant four precious days with Nicholas, away from the endless pack duties and territorial disputes that had consumed our lives lately. My wolf, Luna, stirred contentedly within me, eager to reconnect with our mate after weeks of brief encounters between his alliance meetings. But the moment I crossed the threshold, everything changed. A foreign scent hit me like a physical blow—sweet, cloying, distinctly feminine. My enhanced wolf senses, honed through eleven years as Luna of the Moonstone Pack, immediately catalogued the pheromones that didn't belong. This wasn't the familiar musk of our pack members or the earthy undertones of visiting allies. This was something else entirely. Something that made Luna's hackles rise in warning. I dropped my overnight bag by the door, my nostrils flaring as I followed the scent trail deeper into our home.

The day my husband, Marco, was supposed to be promoted in the Lombardi crime family, I went to file our official union papers. It was the culmination of three years of work, the foundation for the family I so desperately wanted. That’s when I found out he’d already registered a wife two months prior. It wasn’t me. It was Isabella Moretti, the daughter of our most bitter rivals. At his celebration party, he introduced me to the entire family as an obsessed analyst from his team. He stood with his arm around Isabella, who clutched her stomach and claimed to be carrying his child. A moment later, she faked a fall and screamed that I'd pushed her, trying to kill her baby. He moved her into our home, replacing my professional awards—the proof of the work that built his entire career—with their smiling portraits. He didn’t just betray me; he erased me. That night, after he accused me of poisoning Isabella and trying to induce a miscarriage, I finally understood. He hadn't just left me; he was trying to destroy me. So I walked away from the life I had built for him and accepted the one job he was terrified I would take. The Don's Consigliere had offered me control of the Chimera project, the most powerful intelligence network in the organization. I was done being the ghost in Marco's machine. Now, I was going to be the monster in his nightmares.

Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice. Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down. He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself. In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?

Isabella Hart was the faithful Luna of Shadowfang Pack and the gifted healer of the pack. Upon the death of the Alpha's ill mother that was under her care, Isabella anticipated grief. She did not expect betrayal. Being accused of murder, rejected by her mate, and condemned by the council, Isabella has lost everything in one night. Her own closest friend even testified against her. Being taken to the dungeon when pregnant, the world of Isabella collapsed even more when she was informed that her baby was born dead. But fate had other plans. The night before her execution, Lucien, the Lycan king of rogues had raided the pack and captured her. Rather than killing her, he gave her a deal- assist him to destroy the Alpha that betrayed her and he would grant her the revenge that she deserved. Together, Isabella and Lucien gradually destroyed Shadowfang pack. However, when secrets start to reveal themselves, Isabella finds out the truth regarding her child, her betrayal and the man she believed she knew. She has now to choose who is her real enemy and who is the real owner of her heart. Since the Lycan king did not simply take the Alpha Luna's. He even might have stolen her destiny.

Avaline should have died the night they betrayed her. But she didn’t. Three years ago, her mate, Adam Rhineheart, left her to bleed in the dirt so he could claim her best friend, Olivia. Now, they rule the pack like royalty, while Avaline has learned to survive on her own. When fate drags her into the path of Orion Draemount, the ruthless Wolf Lord feared by every Alpha, Avaline makes a dangerous choice. He owns her debt, and she owes him her service. Her task is simple: teach his quiet, intelligent son and stay out of his way. But she has another plan. Use him. Use his name, his power, his wealth until she destroys the two people who once destroyed her. Only Orion is not what she expected. Beneath the cold command lies a man haunted by his own loss, one who watches her as if trying to unravel her soul. And when one night binds them with a mark she never asked for, Avaline finds herself trapped between two enemies, one who ruined her past, and one who could ruin her heart. The closer she gets to vengeance, the more she wonders: will she destroy him, or will he destroy her?

The surgeon told me I had one hour to save my right hand, the one that spun my soul into symphonies. My husband, Don Dante Rossi, gave that hour to his mistress for a minor fracture. The surgeon pleaded with him, explaining that every minute we delayed risked catastrophic, permanent damage. But Dante just looked at our ten-year-old son, Nico. “What do you think?” Nico met my eyes from the gurney, his own gaze chillingly calm. “Mamma is strong. She’ll understand the sacrifice. Besides,” he added, “if she’s in pain, it means she loves us more.” My hand was ruined, my career as a composer over. But for them, the game was just beginning. They needed my jealousy, my tears, my pain, to feed their sick definition of love. They pushed me down a flight of stairs just to watch me cry. I had mistaken my husband’s obsession for passion, his cruelty for a test. I finally saw it for what it was: a pathology of ownership. My suffering was their trophy. Lying broken at the bottom of the stairs, I heard my son's voice float down. “See, Dad? Now she's really crying. She really does love us.” Something inside me didn't just break; it turned to ice. When my lawyer visited me in the hospital, I took the papers he brought. In our world, a Don’s wife doesn’t leave. She endures or she disappears. I signed the divorce petition. I was choosing war.

Rosalind Rivers has only ever wanted one thing - revenge. The Lycan Prince, Aklan Draven, murdered her brother in cold blood. Or so she's believed her whole life. Now, forced to serve under him at the Lycan Academy, she has no choice but to obey the man she swore to hate. But hating him becomes harder with every clash, every stolen glance, every heartbeat that refuses to stay loyal to her rage. Because fate has a cruel sense of humor. He's her fated mate. Aklan doesn't understand why this stubborn, sharp-tongued wolf gets under his skin or why her scent feels like home. He only knows she's trouble. The kind that tests his control, drags buried memories to the surface, and makes him question everything he thought he knew about loyalty and guilt. But when a hidden truth comes to light - that Rosalind's brother didn't die by Aklan's hand but by choice, their world begins to unravel. Old wounds reopen. Ancient forces stir. And Rosalind learns she is no ordinary wolf, but something far rarer, something worth killing for. Between vengeance and love, duty and destiny, one wrong move could ignite a war between realms. And the cruelest part? She might just lose her heart to the man she was born to destroy.