Ditched! The Alpha's Secretary Ain't His Puppy No More
Alexa, secretary to alpha wolf Peter Riegert, endures years of betrayal when he chooses fated mate Emma.
After enduring cruelty-coffee burns, public humiliation-she flees to the Southern Hemisphere. Peter, realizing his mistake, chases her with shares and marriage offers, but Alexa rejects him, noting some apologies come too late.
She marriesstarts a family, while Peter, alone, watches her happiness.
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Chapter 2
He opened his mouth, but his phone buzzed.
Emma's name lit up the screen, accompanied by a picture of her pouting.
"Hey, baby, come build a snowman with me!" her voice trilled the speaker.
Peter's shoulders relaxed at the sound, and something in my chest snapped.
"Let me out here," I said, reaching for the door.
"Alexa-"
But I was already gone, dragging my box through the snow.
The cold didn't bother me anymore; my wolf blood kept me warm.
That's when the electromobile hit me, sending me sprawling.
Pain exploded in my calf, but when I looked down, the wound was already knitting together.
I limped the rest of the way to my dingy apartment, the moon high in the sky.
As I bandaged the last of the scrape-now just a pink line-I found Peter's business card in my pocket.
I held it over a candle, watching the edges curl and blacken.
My phone pinged.
It was a text from Peter
:?"Don't be a fool. Find a normal man, not a beast like me."
I deleted the message, then opened the window.
The full moon bathed my face, and for the first time, I let out a low howl.
I smiled, tilting my head back to the stars.
Peter Riegert, may your moon always be full-but know that mine has risen, and I walk in its light alone.
The scent ofsomething sickly sweet hit me before I even reached Peter's office.
Through the cracked door, Emma Brown straddled his lap, her nails raking through his hair.
"You waited hours for these?" she purred, pressing a macaron to his lips.
Peter's laugh rumbled, a sound I'd only ever heard when he was truly amused.
"For you, I'd wait moons." His nose nuzzled her wrist, and I caught a flash of gold in his eyes as he inhaled her scent.
Five years I'd spent suppressing this-since the night his bite awoke the wolf in me.
Now, watching him nuzzle another she-wolf, the beast inside thrashing against my ribcage.
The clock ticked.
Ten minutes to the pack meeting. I rapped on the door, my knuckles white. "Alpha Peter Riegert, the pack meeting-"
Emma pouted, her fingers sinking into Peter's shirt. "Don't go, alpha."
Peter's gaze flicked to me, cold as winter snow. "Postpone it."
"But the elders-"
"Do I need to repeat myself, Alexa?"
His voice dropped, the growl in it making my wolf cower.
"Nothing is more important than my mate."
Mate.
The word sliced through me.
So that's what she was now-his fated mate, the one his wolf had howled for.
Not me, the half-blood secretary he'd kept in the shadows.
In the pack meeting room, the air was thick with rage.
"A she-wolf distraction?"
one elder snarled, his eyes glowing amber.
"Tell your alpha he owes us an apology."
I stood there, letting their snarls wash over me.
My calf scar throbbed, a reminder of the night I'd limped through the snow.
When Peter finally arrived three hours later, his scent reeked of Emma's perfume, and his eyes still held the haze of post-mating contentment.
Emma found me in the break room, her smirk razor-sharp.
"Five hundred coffees, Alexa. Mine? Ice, no sugar."
The hummed, steam fogging my vision.
By the time I carried the last tray, my hands shook.
Emma took one sip, then hurled the mug at my head.
Ceramic cracked against my skull, blood pouring into my eye.
More mugs rained down, shards slicing my arms, my neck.
Coffee mixed with blood, staining the floor like a pack's kill.
"Alpha!" Emma wailed, falling into Peter's arms.
"She knew I'm in heat-she tried to poison me!"
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One night on his Yacht.
No strings. No promises.
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Now she's drowning in a love story that's hotter, messier, and more dangerous than she ever imagined.
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And love that feels too good never comes without a PRICE...
8.0
I spent ten years as the ward of Kason Oneal, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. He saved me when I was a child, raised me, and made me believe I was his queen.
But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Dalia, returned, the illusion shattered.
Kason demanded I return the jade pendant—the one he had hand-carved for my sixteenth birthday—just so he could hang it around Dalia's neck. To him, I was suddenly nothing more than a placeholder who had kept his bed warm.
The cruelty didn't stop there. He stood by and watched as Dalia shredded my clothes with scissors, laughing at my tears.
When I collapsed on the floor in agony from acute appendicitis, Kason didn't call an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to a shady clinic, accusing me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. He ordered the doctor to "terminate it" while I was dying of sepsis on the table.
He called me trash. He called me property. He stripped away every ounce of dignity I had left, all to please a woman who was lying to his face.
I realized then that the hero who saved me when I was ten was dead. I was done begging for scraps of affection from a monster.
Trembling, I walked to the phone and dialed the number of the one man Kason feared most—his sworn enemy, Hadley Payne.
"Tell him yes," I whispered into the receiver. "I accept the arrangement. I will marry him."
Kason thought he could break me. Instead, he was about to watch his "property" become the Queen of the rival family.
8.5
"Give me one reason, Liv." He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. "One good reason why I shouldn't bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless."
My breath caught. "This is wrong, Damon. So wrong." I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. "You're my brother-in-law..."
"Not yet, love," he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. "You're still engaged to him, but the man you'll be getting married to..." Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. "...is me."
I should've walked away. I should've resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his.
*
Olivia had the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted-sweet, charming, dependable. Safe.
She thought she have it all figured out...
Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon-her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago.
The man she's about to call brother-in-law.
Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn't asking this time.
Damon wants her back.
And he'll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother-to make her his again.
NOTE TO READERS:
This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions.
If you're looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it.
But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains...
Welcome to Olivia and Damon's world.
7.4
As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne's only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head.
She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.
King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.
Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus's ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone's imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.
No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.
However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.
In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.
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[Excerpt]
"Now... where should I put you both?" he asked casually, not expecting a reply. "It's regretful that I only have one chandelier."
"Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don't deserve this," Atticus mused to himself. "The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over... Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?"
"Atticus!" Daphne screamed. "I don't want any heads! Let them go."
"Fair enough." Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.
There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.
Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.
"I told you to let them go!" Daphne cried out.
"Yes, I let them go," Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. "To receive divine judgment from the heavens."
8.7
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Aria Blackwood has spent her life trapped beneath her father's iron rule. When she is paraded through the glittering halls of the Grand Moon Hall, offered as a prize to unite the powerful Twelve Houses, she believes her fate is sealed. But one forbidden night changes everything.
The stranger who steals her breath is no ordinary wolf. Kael Nightborne is the King of werewolves, ruler of Nightfall Keep, and the last man Aria should ever desire. When dawn comes, he turns her away, cold, distant, unreachable.
Except Aria carries his child.
Hunted by secrets, betrayed by blood, and chased into the dangers of the High Wilds, Aria discovers that her father, Victor Blackwood, is tied to horrors buried deep within the Forsaken Heights, sins that could tear the realm apart. As enemies close in from Ironwill Basin Pack to the shadows of Veilshade Peak, Kael is forced to choose between his crown and the woman fate never intended for him.
Love was never part of the plan.
Neither was a baby that could change the balance of power forever.
When the truth finally comes to light, will Kael protect his hidden family, or will the past claim them both before dawn breaks?
9.0
I sat before the vanity in a lace dress that cost more than a mid-sized sedan, but to me, it felt like a burial shroud. I was the sacrifice being offered to the Ortega family, a human payment for my father’s debts and failing company.
When I tried to refuse, my stepmother forced a glass of drugged champagne into my hand and threatened to destroy me. She whispered that if I didn't marry the "monster" Cooper Ortega, she’d release psychiatric records proving I was a mental patient who hallucinated a child that never existed.
I escaped by jumping out of a speeding limo, tumbling into a ditch and losing everything but my life. A mysterious, scarred driver in a beat-up Ford saved me, but when I limped back home, my father threw me out like trash. My own sister stood in the foyer, wearing my engagement ring and clinging to Lance, the man who had promised to protect me.
"You're a sinking ship, Fran," my father sneered before locking the gates. Then I found the recording—my stepmother’s voice complaining that the doctor wanted more money because my baby had cried before they took him away. My son wasn't stillborn; he was stolen by the people I called family.
I was broken, homeless, and hunted, with only a "poor" driver named Cooper to help me. I didn't know he was actually the billionaire monster I had jumped out of a car to avoid, but I moved into his cramped studio anyway.
I’m starting a war with nothing but a cracked phone and a mother’s rage. They took my life and they took my son, so now I’m going to take everything they have left.