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Nora Hayes thought she had the perfect suburban life, until a Thanksgiving 23andMe kit revealed her son shares a half-brother with the local PTA president’s child. The devastating DNA match doesn't just expose her billionaire CEO husband Arthur’s long-term infidelity—it uncovers a sinister web of corporate fraud and stolen trust funds. As Arthur tightens his legal grip to leave her with nothing, Nora must bury her shattered heart and ally with Julian Vance, a ruthless venture capitalist who happens to be the mistress’s ex-husband. Will Nora successfully dismantle Arthur’s empire and reclaim her life, or will the vicious suburban war destroy her last chance at true freedom?

During my birthday gathering, Erik Hawkins, the Lycan Prince and my mate, wrapped his arm around Gracie Shaw, his childhood crush and unattainable dream. He gently patted her belly and turned to me, his voice dripping with false concern. “She’s pregnant. What should we do, darling?” The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. No one at the table dared to stand up for me, nor did they worry I might make a scene. I stood calmly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Congratulations.” Congratulations to him for achieving what he’d always wanted, and congratulations to me for finally letting go. Loving him had long since become a draining effort. --- An hour had passed since the party was supposed to begin. The dishes were cold, and even the server, a young Delta from our pack, had asked multiple times if it was time to bring out the cake.

I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and an unfamiliar sensation rippling through my chest—pure, radiant joy emanating from somewhere deep inside me. My wolf was practically purring, a sound I hadn't heard from her in years. *Pup,* she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. *Pup, pup, pup.* My hand flew to my stomach, fingers splaying across the fabric of Levi's old t-shirt I'd worn to bed. Nothing felt different, not yet. My belly was still flat, my body unchanged. But my wolf knew. After eight failed attempts spread across ten years of our mate bond, after countless disappointed mornings and whispered conversations that died in my throat, after becoming the subject of pitying looks and hushed speculation—finally, finally, new life was growing inside me. I sat up slowly, afraid the dream would shatter if I moved too quickly. My enhanced senses reached inward, searching for confirmation my human consciousness could barely comprehend.

The phantom weight of wet earth still crushed my chest. I snapped upright, a violent gasp tearing through my throat as my hands clawed blindly at the dark. I expected to feel the freezing mud of the unmarked pauper’s grave, the hollow ache of my empty, ruined womb. Instead, my fingers tangled in high-thread-count silk. Air flooded my lungs, smelling not of decay, but of sterile, expensive gardenias. My chest heaved as my eyes adjusted to the dim, ambient lighting of the sprawling Manhattan penthouse. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glittered like a bed of crushed diamonds. Trembling, I pushed myself off the mattress and stumbled toward the sprawling marble vanity. The woman staring back at me in the mirror was a ghost. My cheeks weren’t hollowed out by months of systematic poisoning.

The summons came without warning. My phone buzzed with a message from Beta Marcus: *Pack assembly. Grand Hall. Now.* I knew better than to ask questions. For twelve years, I'd learned to navigate the invisible chains that bound me to this Pack House—to Asher. "Remember your place," Asher had reminded me this morning, his fingers tracing the outline of my missing arm with that mixture of fascination and possession that made my skin crawl. "You'll watch from the balcony. I don't want you... distracting from the announcement." The grand hall buzzed with excitement when I slipped into the shadows of the upper balcony. Pack members filled the seats below, their eager faces turned toward the empty platform.

My mother forces me to replace my cousin Amy in the alpha's consort selection. In my first life, I was cast aside, but now, I vow to reclaim what's mine. I outwit my family, seizing back my father's legacy and standing up to their cruelty. As I navigate the palace and werewolf politics, I embrace my Smith blood, becoming a warrior. I expose Amy's schemes, face down the Fourth Prince's treachery, and rise as the first female Wolf General. In the end, I confront my mother and Amy's downfall, forging my own path under the moon, no longer a pawn but a force to be reckoned with.

Reborn on the day of the Moon Goddess Mating Ritual, Lyra knows exactly how this story ends — her sister Cressa pushes her off a cliff after stealing her crown. In her last life, Lyra saved a fallen Alpha prince in the Blackthorn Woods, bore him the only pureblood heir the werewolf bloodline had seen in three centuries, and ruled beside him as Luna Queen. This time, Cressa is reborn too — and she's running toward the same forest, ready to play savior. Lyra lets her. Because becoming the Alpha's bride is the easy part. Surviving his clan's silver-laced rituals, carrying a pureblood pup that drinks its mother's life-force, and earning a King's heart — that's the part Cressa never lived through. Lyra has. And this time, she intends to watch her sister learn every lesson the hard way.

The day of the rejection, I left with nothing but my medals. Alpha Caden was as indifferent as ever. He barely glanced up at me, his broad shoulders framed by the dim light of the pack hall, and asked, "What about our son? No more dreams of him becoming a champion warrior?" I managed a wry smile and shook my head. "No, he doesn’t want that life, and there’s no point in pushing him." I couldn’t erase the memory of our son, Wilson, angrily shoving me away, yelling, "All you ever do is make me train! I don’t want you as my mom anymore; I want Aunt Arya!" Since neither of them wanted my love or my skills, I decided to take them away. ============================== "Are you serious?" Alpha Caden tapped the black-and-white rejection papers, looking up at me with the calm demeanor that first attracted me to him. Back then, his composure was captivating. In my line of work as a Gamma warrior, I was always too competitive, so meeting someone unflappable drew me in. But now, after seven years of being mates and a six-year-old son, Alpha Caden was still the epitome of calmness and detachment.

The screams reached me first. High-pitched and terrified, they tore through the pack house like claws ripping through flesh. My heart stopped mid-beat as I recognized the voice—Emma. "MOMMY!" I dropped the basket of herbs I'd been gathering and ran, my feet barely touching the ground as I raced toward my daughter's cries. The scent hit me next—blood, so much blood, mixed with the putrid stench of rogues. "Emma!" I screamed, my voice breaking as I burst through the garden doors. Pack members were rushing in every direction, warriors shouting commands as they pursued something—or someone—fleeing through the western border. But I couldn't focus on that. All I could see was Martha, our elderly pack healer, kneeling over a small, crumpled form on the grass. My baby.

The takeout bag crinkled in my hands as I climbed the stairs to Luke's apartment, my heart hammering with anticipation. Seven years. Seven beautiful, devoted years, and tonight would finally be the night he marked me as his Luna. I'd spent hours preparing his favorite meal from Romano's, the little Italian place where we'd had our first date back in college. Seraphina, my wolf, practically purred with excitement in my mind. *Tonight, we become whole,* she whispered, her voice warm with love and certainty. I fumbled with my key, trying to balance the food while my hands trembled with nervous energy. The apartment was dimmer than usual, only the bedroom light casting a soft glow down the hallway. Maybe Luke was already waiting for me, maybe he'd prepared something romantic— The sound hit me first. A low moan, feminine and breathless, followed by Luke's familiar groan of pleasure.

I saved a man bleeding out in the snow. He had no memory, so I called him Ben. We lived in a cabin, fell in love, and married by firelight with no witnesses but the ghosts of my parents. Then one day, he disappeared. Two years later, he returned. Not as my husband, but as Bernard Logan, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. And he didn't remember me. He brought his cruel new fiancée to my clinic and treated me like a stranger. When she threw my father’s antique music box into a cactus display, he watched as I tore my hands apart trying to save it. He called our past a "drug-induced hallucination" and threatened to destroy me if I spoke up. Worst of all, I found out I was pregnant. He cornered me in the hospital room, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth I used to know. "Is it mine?" I knew if I said yes, he would turn my child into a killer like him. Or his fiancée would ensure we never survived. So I looked the love of my life in the eye and lied. "No," I said. "It's not yours." I signed his NDA, took his hush money, and vanished to Europe to raise my twins alone. I thought I was free. I found a good man who actually loved me. But three years later, at an art gallery in Zurich, the crowd parted. Bernard was standing there, staring at me with a terrifying hunger. He had found out the truth. And he was ready to burn the world down to get us back.

Smoke and silence rule the ruins of the Mantle pack. Lyra, once a fierce warrior-wakes shackled and ritual-silenced, her wolf buried but not dead, a living emblem of everything Lucius, the cruel Alpha of Onyx Crest, used to cement his power. Brian, the heir raised to obey, is taught to deny the bond he never wanted; one whispered word from Lyra cracks that obedience and sparks a secret, dangerous connection. As their flickering bond strengthens, Lyra's wolf claws back to life and Brian's loyalties split, igniting a rebellion against a family built on sacrifice and fear. When Asher seizes the crest and brands them fugitives, what begins as escape becomes a fight for more than revenge-it's a war to remake the packs into something kinder and just, and to claim a throne built on unity rather than domination.

I was the heiress to the Sterling Group, engaged to Brook, the ultimate Wall Street savior who stepped in with emergency capital when my family's company faced sudden bankruptcy. But one morning, I accidentally answered his hidden burner phone. It was my sweet best friend, Chelsey. Through the speaker, I heard them laughing about how they successfully framed my brother for an eight-year federal prison sentence just to get the Sterling heir out of the way. Worse, Brook casually admitted he had bribed the nurses at the private facility to swap my father's life-saving heart medication with placebos. "Nature will take its course," he said coldly. He was paying to let my father die so he could drain my last architectural patents, transfer them to his own enterprise, and kick me to the curb. Seconds later, Brook walked into the bedroom, brushed my hair behind my ear, and lovingly called me his sleeping beauty. A wave of pure, physical nausea crashed over me. The man I was about to marry, the man the media praised as a fiercely devoted hero, was the monster orchestrating my family's complete destruction. Tears were a luxury I could no longer afford. I didn't scream, and I didn't confront him. Instead, I washed my face, slid the five-carat diamond ring back onto my finger, and drove straight to his headquarters. If he wanted to use my family's tragedy to build his empire, I would play the perfect, broken fiancée—right until I burned it all to the ground.

Kyle's childhood playmate Anna and I were both attacked by Rogue. For Anna's reputation, he lied that she was accidentally injured during training. And I became the shame who was kidnapped by Rogue and was considered dirty. Facing my questioning, Kyle coaxed me softly: "Anna has been a noble since she was a child, and she can't bear such rumors. Dear, you and I know that you are stronger than her." Looking at Kyle, whom I have loved for ten years, my heart is full of bitterness. Later, the elders thought that I tarnished the reputation of Silvercrest Pack. On the day they forced me to leave, he was busy healing Anna's wounds. When he found out, I had already disappeared. Kyle, now, I don't want you.

I once loved Ethan, but his revenge destroyed my family-my dad killed himself, mom burned alive. He caged and tormented me, unaware I'd given him my heart for his transplant. Ten years of hell, 200 suicide attempts. When my artificial heart failed, I died. Reborn, I fled, but Ethan returned, too late realizing his love. At my bonding with Daniel, Ethan tried to intervene. James and Susan stopped him, reminding him of his cruelties. I moved on, happy with Daniel. Ethan, banished, later saw our ceremony with pain......

I never expected to meet the guy in the wrong car I would never expect the guy is my billionaire CEO Boss and my contracted future husband. "look at me," He growled, grasped my chin, and cover his lips upon me. "Sign the marriage contract, right now!"

Xavier Ford had fallen for a college student. He pressured Thea Gonzales into divorcing him: "Thea, she's not interested in my money; she just wants to be recognized as my partner, and I have to give her that." From high school days through to marriage, Thea and Xavier had been together for seven years. She stood by him during his lowest point in life. But now, as his career flourished, he found himself drawn to the youthful allure of someone younger. He claimed that her presence reminded him of the struggles they endured when they could barely scrape by. He said she represented a part of his past he wished to leave behind—a stark contrast to the college student who admired him, sparking feelings of excitement and renewal. Eventually, he got what he wanted and divorced her, but soon came to regret it. *** The day Thea and Xavier finalized their divorce at the county clerk's office was the first time she met Addilyn Freeman. Barely in her twenties, Addilyn radiated vibrancy and charm. Her joyful demeanor took Thea back to her own college days.

The small glass vial felt cold against my palm as I held it up to the morning light filtering through the curtains. Five years. Five years of this poisonous ritual, of swallowing wolfsbane to mask my scent, to delay my heat, to play the perfect, docile Luna. "Just one more day," I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked back at me, dull and lifeless—a side effect of the wolfsbane that had become my constant companion. The poison suppressed not just my wolf, but my very essence. Sasha, my wolf, had been silent for so long that sometimes I wondered if she still existed within me. "The contract expires at midnight," I reminded myself, tipping the vial and letting the bitter liquid slide down my throat. The familiar burn followed, spreading through my chest and settling in my stomach like a stone. "Just one more day of pretending." Today marked both the Silver Moon Pack's annual Moon Festival and my fifth mating anniversary with Alpha Miles Hunter.

Five years ago, I was married to New York's most powerful billionaire. Then, a massive cheating scandal broke out overnight. Photos of me entering a hotel room with another man were plastered across every screen in the city. My husband, Godfrey, didn't even give me a chance to explain. He looked at me with pure disgust and threw a divorce agreement right in my face. "Sign it and get out." My own family publicly disowned me to save their reputation. I was branded a cheap cheat, thrown out into the freezing winter with absolutely nothing. What Godfrey didn't know was that I had been heavily drugged and framed by my own cousin, Kendal, just so she could take my place by his side. Even worse, his mother had used the chaotic scandal as a smokescreen to try and steal my dead mother's priceless AI patent. They thought they had completely destroyed me, expecting me to rot in the gutters forever. Now, five years later, I am back. Tonight is Kendal and Godfrey's grand engagement gala at the Waldorf Astoria. Standing in the shadows of the second-floor balcony, I look down at the cheering crowd and press a single button on my heavily encrypted phone. The massive screens in the ballroom go black, preparing to broadcast the raw security footage of Kendal locking me in that room. The revenge game has officially begun.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the designer dress hanging awkwardly on my frame. The fabric bunched at my waist and pooled around my feet in a way that made me look like a child playing dress-up in her mother's clothes. This was supposed to be my birthday gift—something special from my husband of three years. Instead, it felt like another reminder of how little Max truly saw me. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bedroom, trying to smooth the material as best I could. "Max? I think there might be something wrong with the sizing." Max barely glanced up from his phone, his thumb continuing to scroll through whatever had captured his attention more thoroughly than I could. After a moment, his eyes flicked over me dismissively. "I just realized how short your legs are," he said, his tone casual as if commenting on the weather. "No wonder the dress looks so ridiculous on you." The words hit me like a physical blow.

Blurb: Rejected by her mate, sold as a slave by her family, Lilith is bittered by the amount of betrayal she suffered in the hands of those that she calls family. Hurt by rejection, she gets herself drunk and has a one night stand with a total stranger and then sees him as the Alpha of Blood moon pack.. The same pack she's meant to become a slave at. Meeting the Alpha of Blood moon pack and recognizing him as the stranger from that night, she did everything to avoid him. But, the more Lilith tries to get away from Alpha Damian, the more she finds herself getting closer to him. The more the Alpha King desires her.

Reborn: My Father Forced Me to Marry the Alpha's Crippled Son in Place of My Sister. In this new life, gone are my days of scheming for things that were never mine. I agreed joyfully. The Alpha's crippled son, a man I'd initially pitied, has turned my world upside down. He showers me with affection. And then there are his siblings. They trail after me like little ducklings, their eyes shining with adoration. "Big Sister - in - Law, tell us that story again, the one about how you outsmarted those mean rogues!" he pleads, his voice filled with eagerness. A little girl, with pigtails bouncing as she jumps up and down, chimes in. "Yeah, please! And you were so brave, Big Sister - in - Law. I want to be just like you when I grow up!" Even the older ones, who usually try to act all cool and aloof, can't hide their respect. The eldest brother nods at me, a rare smile on his face. "You've changed this family, you know. We all look up to you now." Who would have thought that a forced marriage could lead to a life so full of warmth, so overflowing with the kind of acceptance and adoration I'd only ever dreamed of?

The night air carried the scent of pine and something else—something wrong. I paused at the edge of Moonstone Pack territory, my hand clutching the ceremonial silver pendant I would present to Leo tomorrow. Our mate ceremony was less than twelve hours away, but doubt gnawed at me like a persistent wolf. "Leo?" I called softly, scanning the shadowed tree line. "Are you there?" He had asked to meet me here, away from prying eyes and wagging tongues. A private moment before we would be bound forever before the pack. But the silence that greeted me felt heavy, ominous. My wolf, Lily, stirred uneasily within me. *Something's wrong. We shouldn't be here.* I ignored her warning, taking another step forward.

Five years ago, my fiancé, Carter, left me at the altar. My sister, Camilla, framed me, and my own parents helped brand me a promiscuous woman who got pregnant by a stranger. Abandoned and shamed, I was left to raise my son, Leo, alone, surviving three suicide attempts and a complete mental breakdown. Now, Carter is back. He's obsessed, convinced Leo is his son, and is trying to take him from me. He even used a DNA test to prove Leo isn't my biological child, pushing me back to the edge of insanity. When my sister tried to disfigure me with acid, I finally fought back. I slapped my parents, severing ties with the family that used and abused me. But the truth was far more twisted than I ever imagined. Carter's mother confessed everything-the lies, the manipulation, the real reason he abandoned me. He destroyed his own career in an act of penance, but it was too late. Because the man who saved me, the man who stood by me through it all, had loved me in secret for years. And I was finally ready to see him.