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Fifteen missed calls. That was the only legacy I left on my husband’s phone while I went into labor alone during the storm. Trapped in the twisted wreckage of the ambulance, my heart filled with helplessness and desperation, I watched my mate’s Porsche speed past me in the rain. He didn't stop. He didn't look back. He left his pregnant desperate Luna bleeding on the asphalt to rush to his ex-girlfriend’s side for a "phantom cramp." I died cold and unloved, but my soul refused to move on. For months, I floated invisibly through the home I built, watching him replace me. He gave her my jewelry. He put her bastard child in the nursery I had decorated with such hope. He even laughed when she admitted she’d seen my ambulance behind them and deliberately made him block the road. They had murdered me and my unborn pup to clear the path for their "true love,” and they toasted to their perfect life on my grave. But they forgot that vengeance can transcend death. When I was offered a ticket to the moment before the crash, I didn't hesitate. When the darkness faded as my eyes snapped open, the siren wailed above me. The rain lashed against the ambulance window. Everything was exactly as I remembered—the storm, the siren, the twisted metal, the smell of rain on asphalt. The world around me felt achingly familiar, like a nightmare replaying itself, down to the smallest detail. Except for one thing. Me. I was back, my heart burned with rage, grief, and a thirst for vengeance. This time, I wouldn't be the one dying in the rain.

Alpha Andre Mitchell rejected his fated mate with cold, arrogance . "I, Andre Mitchell, hereby reject you, Claire Sterling, as my mate and Luna of my pack. Do you agree with this full mind and body?” Claire didn’t flinch. She just smiled. “Sure. I agree.” That smile was a knife. Because Andre had no idea she wasn't there for his heart she was there for his life. Claire has one mission: to end the Alpha who murdered her father and destroyed her life. The only thing more cruel than Andre’s rejection is the devastating irony of the Fate he is the one man she was born to love. Trapped between a sacred bond and a blood debt, Claire plays the role of a powerless slave to his cruel pack, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But the closer she gets to vengeance, the more confusing her heart becomes. When Andre’s quiet, protective brother starts to chip away at the walls she’s built, Claire must choose: the cold satisfaction of revenge, or the fierce, forbidden feeling that burns for the wrong Alpha. Andre thought he threw her away. Now, Claire will make him regret every last word. But will she burn herself in the fire she’s about to start?

Due to an insurgence in rogue activities; wolf groups are finding it essential to forge agreements with other packs to protect themselves . It is largely done by marriages between Alphas and she-wolves of high rank members in another. Snow – who was an abandoned rogue herself; discovered by Amanda, the daughter of the Moonbeam Packs Gamma wolf – is about to be pushed into pre-arranged marriage with an awful, lecher of an Alpha. Neither sister wants Snow to have to marry him - alliance or not – therefore, Amanda helps Snow leave the pack the night before the wedding. Snow finds herself unwittingly intruding onto the Cerberus Pack's territory; and, ending up protecting their Beta's young sister from a nasty rogue assault. When the Alpha sees Snow for the first time; he proclaims her to be his mate. She resists at first, even though she's curiously attracted to him; and, ultimately gives in to her inner-wolf's need and accepts him as her mate. Meanwhile, the jilted Alpha is angry, and wants Snow back . not out of love, but, out of spite and desiring payback for running out on him. He even goes as far as collaborating with renegade cells to go to war with the Cerberus Pack to get Snow back.

"Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life." He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him. When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents. The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory. When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!"

After six brutal months, I returned to my Seattle villa, my sanctuary. An unsettling quiet, then a cloying mix of cheap vanilla and baby talc hit me. Pink slippers, a cookbook, and a blonde hair on Nathan's hoodie screamed betrayal. Unwashed baby bottles and a note from "M" to "feed the baby" confirmed my dread. A baby's cry led me to Misty, holding a baby with Nathan's exact curls. She claimed Nathan called me his "bankrupt ex-wife," my clothes gone, wedding photos crumpled, and his loving text proved his calculated fraud. Nathan burst in, spewing gaslighting lies, despite finding a deed transfer for *my* house. His blame—that I was a "cold work machine"—only solidified my resolve. My husband used my money, home, and trust to build a new life, systematically trying to erase me. He didn't just cheat; he tried to steal everything. A venture capitalist doesn't just walk away from a hostile takeover.

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust...

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I adjusted my silver gown over my swollen belly, the fabric stretching uncomfortably across my nine-month pregnant form. The grand hall of Gabriel's pack house buzzed with activity as wolves from allied packs mingled, celebrating another successful territory expansion. My hand instinctively went to the moonstone necklace that hung at my throat—Gabriel's gift when he'd first declared me his mate. A mate. What a beautiful, sacred word in our world. I smiled softly, watching Gabriel across the room. His tall, commanding presence drew every eye as he shook hands with the Alpha of the Northern Ridge Pack. My chest swelled with pride. From a small group of rogues to one of the most powerful Alphas in North America—and I had helped him achieve it all. Every resource from my father's Silvermoon Pack, every alliance I'd brokered, every sacrifice I'd made had been worth it for the empire we were building together.

"Choose one," the Rogue leader laughed, holding a silver knife to my throat. Beside me, my husband Connor, the Alpha, looked between me and Gemma. I begged him through our mind-link. I was his mate. I was his Luna. But Connor turned his back on me. "Haven is strong," he said coldly. "Gemma is fragile. I choose Gemma." He walked away with another woman in his arms, leaving me to die in a factory filled with poisonous silver dust. To survive, I forced my broken body to shift and jumped into the freezing industrial river. I survived the water, but the life inside me didn't. The "miracle pup" we had tried three years for... was gone. When I dragged myself back to the Pack, bleeding and empty, Connor didn't smell my grief. He only cared that I had "scared" Gemma. He even used his Alpha Command to force me into submission when I tried to expose her lies. "You are jealous and heartless," he spat at me. He was right. My heart was dead. So while he was out hunting for his "missing" mistress, I set the Pack House on fire. I threw a single item into the safe zone for him to find in the ashes: the ultrasound photo of the son his betrayal had killed. Then, I turned my back on the flames and walked away to find the man who would treat me like a Queen.

The scent of rosemary and seared steak filled the kitchen, a smell that usually brought comfort, but tonight, it only fueled the knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. I hummed a soft, trembling tune—one of the few things my grandmother had left me—as I arranged the garnish on the plate. It was our third anniversary. Three years of silence. Three years of sleeping in the guest room while my mate, Alpha Ryker Davis, pretended I didn’t exist. But tonight, I had hope. I had prepared his favorite meal. Maybe, just maybe, the Moon Goddess would finally soften his heart. The heavy oak doors of the pack house burst open, slamming against the walls with a violence that made me jump. A gust of wind swept through the hallway, carrying a scent that made my blood run cold.

April Scott only wanted to help her family until she crossed paths with Dr. Adrian Smith, the ruthless billionaire and her childhood crush, who is aware of her dark past and turns her life upside down in twenty-four hours. Her sister is hospitalized, her home is suddenly sold. April becomes the target of a deadly plot she doesn't understand. Every time she tries to escape, Adrian is there... saving her, controlling her, or destroying her, she can't tell which. She could only sense he wanted something from her and she also finds herself drawn to him. But when a confrontation ends with Adrian presumed dead, April becomes a fugitive overnight. And the only person willing to protect her is a stranger with secrets of his own.

They say the devil is the most dangerous evil alive. Until he met her. She didn't run from his darkness. She walked straight into it - and made it hers. He's ruthless, feared by all, a man who destroys without remorse. She's cunning, seductive, and far more dangerous than she appears. Their deal was supposed to be simple. Power for loyalty. Protection for obedience. But desire was never part of the agreement. Every glance burns. Every touch feels like a sin. Every kiss tastes like betrayal. They hate each other. They crave each other. And neither knows who will ruin who first. Because when two monsters fall in love, it isn't sweet - it's war. And in the end, the devil may lose his throne... to the woman who stole his heart and his soul.

I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company. Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file. He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his. When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren. I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house. I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me. My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie. The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know? Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets? As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance. I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name. The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret. This time, I didn't cry or beg. "You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption." Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.

The news of my undercover investigation into the contaminated pulled pork processing plant had been leaked. The butcher, brandishing a cleaver, chased after me. In desperation, I called my fiancé, Liam Mendoza, for help, but on the other end, I heard the voice of his childhood friend, Analia Mendoza. As soon as she realized it was me, she hung up. With my strength fading and the butcher closing in, the police arrived just in time to save me and took me to the hospital. Later, Liam and Analia visited me. Liam said, "She's young, don't take it to heart." I brushed my fingers over the scars on my face and managed a faint smile. That evening, Analia posted on Facebook: "No matter how big the trouble, someone will always have my back." I liked the post, quietly signed myself out of the hospital, and left the city. I chose not to dwell on anything about him anymore. But Liam, why did you change your mind?

Arjun's ex-girlfriend wanted to meet me. She was dressed impeccably, her delicate features accentuated by her sophisticated outfit. Meanwhile, I was in casual clothes, without a hint of makeup, feeling every bit the dowdy housewife. I assumed she wanted this meeting to ask me to step aside, to show off how madly in love Arjun was with her. To my surprise, she slid a contract across the table. “Ms. Carlson, I’d like you to be my personal assistant. I want to buy your soups, your comforting meals, your perfectly put-together outfits, and your genuine care.” When Arjun discovered that I was delivering soups to someone else every day, disbelief filled his eyes as he demanded, “Who is it? Who’s the person?” --- I couldn’t help it—I agreed to the offer. The proposal was too enticing to resist.

Nicole Williams es una buena chica, una estudiante universitaria de 18 años. Su hermana la engaña durante una fiesta para entrar en la habitación de un hombre misterioso. Lo que su hermana no esperaba es que la llevaría a la habitación equivocada. Luego de ser expuesta en su noche apasionada en los diarios nacionales, se ve obligada a casarse con ese hombre, quien la hará sufrir inimaginablemente.4 Bruno Leone es un director ejecutivo multimillonario, un hombre atractivo de poco más de 30 años. Después de ser traicionado por una mujer con su propio hermano, se volvió de mal carácter. Sin querer, pasa una noche con Nicole mientras está en mal estado por una bebida que le dieron. Su padre lo obliga a casarse con la chica, él cree que ella lo planeó todo. Por ello, decide hacerla arrepentirse de lo que hizo, disfrutando y haciéndola sufrir. Nunca pensó que terminaría amándola. ¿Podrá Nicole perdonarlo después de todo el daño que causó?

The antiseptic smell of the veterinary clinic burned my nostrils as I hunched forward in the hard plastic chair, cradling Charlie's emaciated body against my chest. His breathing came in shallow, ragged gasps that seemed to echo in the crowded waiting room. Five other pet owners sat around me, their faces a blur as I focused on the weak thump of Charlie's heart against my palm. "Mrs. Mitchell?" I flinched at the name—a reminder of everything I'd lost. Five years of marriage erased with the stroke of a pen, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back and this dying dog. Ryan's parting gift, his final cruelty. "It's just Ms. now," I corrected softly, rising to my feet. Charlie whimpered as I shifted him in my arms, his golden fur dull and patchy against the faded blue of my sweater.

"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck. Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death? On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible. Wait a minute! She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her. On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being. This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic. How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck? "Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face. Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something? 'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her. ***** He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human? Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?

The baby kicked inside me as I turned the key in the ignition, my hand instinctively moving to my swollen belly. "Almost there, little one," I whispered, smiling as another gentle nudge pressed against my palm. "Just a few more minutes and we'll meet the doctor." Today was my due date. After months of anticipation, the moment had finally arrived. I'd packed everything—the tiny clothes, the softest blankets, the journal I'd kept throughout my pregnancy filled with letters to my unborn child. "We're going to have a perfect day," I promised, pulling away from our apartment building. The morning sun cast golden light across the street, and I felt a surge of happiness so intense it almost hurt. I stopped at a red light, humming softly to the baby. My fingers traced the outline of my wedding ring—a habit I'd developed whenever anxiety threatened to overwhelm me. But today, there was no anxiety.

I signed the agreement to support the development of the frontier pack, and with it, I brought home the mate rejection papers. Meanwhile, Alistair Mills, the Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack, was still at the infirmary, tending to Rosalie Jenkins, a Delta in his pack who was as fragile as a porcelain doll. Ever since she joined the pack, I’ve lost count of how many times Alistair has left me alone in our shared home. “She’s my pack member; your needs can’t compare to hers.” I decided it was time to give them space, so I chose to let go. A week should be enough. --- I made my way to the infirmary, my steps heavy but determined. As I approached, I saw Alistair with Rosalie, who was getting her IV drip. They were chatting and laughing, their voices light and carefree, but the moment they noticed me, the room fell silent. “Josephine, what are you doing here?” Alistair asked, his tone cool and dismissive. Rosalie, just like her name, had skin as pale as snow, lying there like a tranquil porcelain doll.

Aria thought she had the perfect marriage. For three years, she's been the devoted wife of Justin D'Cruz; her best friend, her first love, and a member of the powerful D'Cruz billionaire family. But her fairytale shatters the day she discovers the truth: Justin has a mistress. Worse, he's plotting to divorce her... and he never planned to give her the one thing she always wanted-a child. Shattered and betrayed, Aria's world collapses. Until the most unexpected person steps in; Justin's elder brother, Aaron. He's everything Justin isn't-protective, steady, and willing to fight for her. He offers her a shocking solution to divorce Justin and marry him instead. Aria is forced to make an impossible choice. Now, caught between the hatred of her ex-husband and the forbidden love of his brother, Aria must decide: will she let her broken heart destroy her, or risk everything for the man who wants to put her back together?

Baracio Delano was a handsome young man of mixed blood. Bara was the son of a billionaire, Mr. Delano Mikhail, and Mrs. Nai Xin Luo. Bara's life changed drastically when he lost both of his parents ten years ago. His life became like that of a statue or a robot constantly monitored. Bara was forced into marriage under the orders of Uncle Burhan, who had raised him all these years. On the night of his wedding, an incident once again shook Bara's soul, causing his long-lost courage to resurface. After being betrayed and hurt, Bara became extremely cold and ruthless toward any woman who tried to approach him. Because he was too disappointed by a life that kept playing with him, Bara decided to leave. On the very night of his departure, Bara found a baby not far from his parents' grave. Bara started his life from zero alongside the baby he had found. Since the moment he met the unfortunate infant, Bara's life began to fill with unexpected fortune! Truths that had been hidden all this time finally started to unravel! It turned out that a great secret was the true cause behind the death of Bara's parents. And after learning everything, Bara completely transformed into a cold-blooded monster!

On the night of his fifth wedding anniversary, Arturo Fanucci sat alone at a table that was meant for two. His precious wife who he'd loved so much decided that she didn't want to remain married anymore and left him without even a proper explanation. And since that day the man who everyone had once loved became colder and ruthless. Putting all the pain from the heartbreak into his empire,he grew powerful and untouchable. Everyone was afraid of him. Women desired him. Yet he cared about no one other than himself. Until her. Florence Rossi hadn't expected to attract the attention of a man like Arturo Fanucci. She's too ordinary and has always managed to live her life on the sidelines. But after she loses her job she's forced to apply for a vacant position in his company. She's plunged into a world way different from her usual life and a boss whose gaze felt like razors against her skin. He doesn't believe in love anymore. He believes that all women would always leave when they got what they wanted. And yet... he can't stop watching her. There was just something about Florence that drew his attention. As tension ignites between spending long hours together and heated arguments, Arturo finds himself wanting something he'd sworn never to risk again. She was like a temptation he couldn't resist. She might be the one thing that can either save him... or destroy what little heart he has left.

The monthly staff meeting at Seattle Grace Medical Center was proceeding as usual—updates on hospital policies, scheduling changes, and upcoming training sessions. I sat straight-backed in my chair, my notebook open with neat annotations while most others scrolled through their phones. Nine years of co-founding and running this place had taught me that details matter, especially in medicine. "Next item," I said, glancing at the agenda. "Mandatory infection control training next Tuesday. Everyone needs to attend, no exceptions." From across the conference table, Kenna Young—Frederick's newest surgical resident—rolled her eyes dramatically. The fluorescent lights caught her glossy lip color as she whispered something to Dr. Patterson beside her. "Is there a problem, Dr. Young?" I asked, keeping my voice level.