Dump the Alpha, Mated to the King
The Moon Goddess gave them a bond-Adrian gave his heart to someone else.
For three years, Luna Mira has lived in the shadow of her trauma, clinging to the comfort of an Alpha who felt like safety. until a grieving widow arrives and exposes the truth. While Mira struggles to heal, Adrian risks everything for another woman, showering her with the affection and gifts meant for his wife.
After a brutal betrayal on the streets of France, Mira learns that being a mate is destiny-but being a Luna is power. If Adrian won't choose her, she'll choose herself. and the most dangerous Lycan King in the world may already be waiting to claim what Adrian foolishly threw away.
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Chapter 2
It took Adrian nearly half a week to walk unaided.
His recovery had been slow-slower than what an Alpha's should be-because his mate had withdrawn.
Mira never visited. Just as he had demanded.
Everyone had expected the Luna to relent first. Luna Mira was, after all, renowned for her grace and virtue, always placing Alpha Adrian and the pack's well-being above all else. Yet, she did not.
No messages. No calls. Not even an inquiry about his condition through the pack physicians.
Adrian did not reach out to her either.
The standoff lasted until the day Alpha Adrian returned to the manor. The house was immaculate as ever, but something vital was missing.
For the first time, Mira was not waiting at the door to welcome him home, to take his coat with a smile and ask if he needed anything.
The realization stung the proud Alpha. Not with guilt, but with the affront to his authority.
"Mira," he called through the bond. Silence was her only reply.
Adrian took the stairs two at a time, pushing into their bedroom. The sight of his wife seated at her vanity made him frown.
"I was calling for you. Why do you not answer your Alpha?"
The brush in Mira's hand hesitated for only a fraction of a second as he shut the door behind him. His scent of sandalwood and pine instantly filled the space. She clenched her fist, trying to ignore the inner pull, the way his presence seemed to wrap around her.
She could make her tone light. "I assumed you weren't lonely. After all, don't you have your most excellent assistant for company?"
After Ivy's arrival, Adrian had not only offered her sanctuary but a position within the family corporation as his personal assistant.
His office, the one place he had always insisted was off-limits to Mira-as Luna, your domain is the pack's heart and home, he'd said-was now Ivy's daily workplace.
The thought nearly made the brush in Mira's hand snap.
"You know Ivy has been through a great deal," Adrian continued, closing the distance, utterly blind to the bitter edge in her words. "She's sensitive. Fragile. You shouldn't take your temper out on her."
Ivy, Ivy, Ivy. Mira threw the brush onto the vanity with a clatter.
"Right! She's sensitive, she's fragile, she needs protecting. Then go be with her! Why come back here?"
She stared up at him, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears, filled with a hurt he seemed determined not to see.
A flicker of surprise passed through Adrian's gaze, quickly schooled back into impassivity. "Mind your tone, Mira."
His hands came down on her shoulders, firm and imposing. "You are my mate. You should never turn away from me."
Mira's lashes fluttered. So he did remember she was his mate.
Adrian leaned in, his breath a whisper against her skin. "I need you, Mira."
His words sounded intimate, but his tone was disturbingly cold. Mira's heart trembled with a bitter ache. This wasn't an endearment; it was a command, a statement of his needs. He still required the power of the mate-bond to heal.
Tears threatened again, but Adrian paid them no mind, intent on claiming her lips. With a surge of courage she didn't know she possessed, Mira pushed against his chest. "Don't touch me!"
A shadow flickered in Adrian's eyes. "Mira! My patience has limits!" He took a forceful step forward, his arms wrapping around her waist, effortlessly lifting and pinning her beneath him on the bed, straddling her hips. "Obey your Alpha! This is your duty as Luna!"
"No! No, I can't! Not like this!"
"It's been three years, Mira." Adrian's kiss was a hard, demanding pressure. "You can't retreat forever. I want you. Now."
Tears streamed freely as Mira kicked and struggled, but Adrian was unyielding. His strength was absolute. One hand pinned her wrists above her head while the other tore ruthlessly at her clothes.
Heartbreak mingled with a deeper, colder dread within Mira. She had never imagined her husband would treat her like the monster from three years ago.
He knew. He knew what that night had done to her, the trauma that had nearly shattered her, the way it had left her terrified of a man's touch.
He knew of the shame she carried. On their wedding night, he had promised, his voice solemn, 'I will never force you'.
As Adrian's tongue forced its way past her lips, Mira bit down, hard.
Adrian grunted in pain, his grip loosening. Seizing the moment, Mira shoved him off and scrambled to the farthest corner of the bed, dragging the torn covers around her trembling form.
Adrian went rigid. For a split second, something like regret flashed in his eyes-but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
"Mira," he said, frustration edging his voice, "you can't live in fear of this forever. I am your Alpha. Your husband."
The impatience in his tone cut deeper than any shout.
A tight, suffocating pain seized Mira's chest. He had never spoken to her like this before, not about this. Their therapist had advised patience, taking things slowly. And things had been getting better.
Just three months ago, they had shared a few, truly tender kisses. She had finally stopped flinching at his touch. Now, all that fragile progress lay in ruins.
She flinched again as he shifted on the bed.
"Please... just go away..." Her plea was a broken whisper.
Adrian stared at her for a long moment, then let out a deep, exasperated sigh. He stood up and strode from the room-boots still on-slamming the door shut behind him.
The silence in the room was deafening. The mate-bond ached dully between them, a silent siren call urging her to follow, to submit. But she couldn't erase the image of his face, twisted with a determination that had felt like cruelty. The same cold, isolating despair she'd known three years ago washed over her once more.
Only this time, it came from her husband. That cut the deepest.
Mira didn't know how long she cried before her phone rang. It was the cake shop's delivery service.
Then she remembered. Today was their wedding anniversary.
She had ordered the cake a week ago, harboring a fragile, private hope: if all went well today, she might have found the courage to finally, fully, give herself to him, to complete their bond in every way.
Now, that courage lay in splinters.
His impatient tone, his disappointed eyes flashed before her. For a fleeting second, doubt wavered within her. Had she overreacted? Had he chosen to come home today because the date meant something to him, too?
Swallowing hard, she mustered the remnants of her resolve and dialed Adrian's number.
One ring, two. No answer. She tried again. And again.
Then, the final, definitive click of a declined call. He was truly angry, wasn't he?
Her fingers trembled as she scrolled and dialed his Beta, Mason.
The line connected, and a wall of thumping bass and raucous laughter exploded from the speaker.
"Luna?" Mason's voice came through, loud and casual over the din. "It's late. Everything alright?"
"Is Adrian with you?" Mira asked, her voice barely a whisper against the noise. "I can't reach him."
"The Alpha had a bit too much," Mason replied easily. "Stepped away for a moment. Don't worry, I've got him."
He paused, then added, "I've got another call coming in-"
Mira stared at the phone, her lower lip caught between her teeth. His lie was flimsy, transparent.
The call hadn't disconnected.
She heard a muffled voice, thick with drink and derision. "Funny the Luna still bothers. Three years and she hasn't let the Alpha touch her-no wonder he runs to Ivy."
A chorus of rough laughter followed.
"Alpha Adrian treats Ivy like a treasure. Does Luna Mira actually think she's special? Everyone knows what happened to her. Damaged goods. Couldn't even keep her virtue. The Alpha's mercy is all that keeps her."
Another voice chimed in. "Ivy wasn't around back then. Now that she is, the Alpha finally knows what a real gem is. Look at them dance. They fit. The tainted Mira should do the pack a favor and step aside."
Each word was a lash, stripping her bare.
The mockery. The scorn.
They all knew. Everyone knew.
Everyone knew of his infidelity but her. He had made a public fool of her.
Heat prickled behind her eyes, a fresh wave of tears threatening.
Even *that*-the thing Adrian had sworn on his life never to tell another soul-was pack gossip now.
He had promised to guard her dignity for a lifetime, and he had broken that vow, too.
She clenched her jaw, forcing the tears back. A tight, furious pain constricted her chest. Her wolf howled in silent agony, but she remained perfectly still.
She held that position until the first grey light of dawn seeped through the curtains.
When her phone finally chimed, she didn't startle.
A part of her, a foolish, wounded part, expected-almost hoped-for a message from him. Even that was too much to ask.
It was Ivy. A new post on the pack's public network.
The image was of a slender wrist adorned with an exquisite, sparkling diamond bracelet. The caption, simple and dripping with faux innocence, read:
**I just happened to admire it in passing. The Alpha insisted it belonged on my wrist.**
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7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.
8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
7.1
I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back.
But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck.
He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain.
This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death.
"Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears."
The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her?
I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.
7.4
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Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.
7.7
I trusted the wrong people in my past life.
My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die.
But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me.
In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were.
Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me?
Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished.
I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt.
When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder.
"Please don't kill me, Scarlett!"
This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go.