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 3
Mira's heart nearly stalled when she recognized the bracelet. Others might see only its staggering price, but Mira knew the story behind its design.
A choice for one's only beloved.
A laugh, sharp and mirthless, escaped her. Only now did the full, devastating depth of her own folly truly crash over her. The scrolling comments beneath the post twisted the knife.
"Is the Alpha spoiling you again?"
"Is Assistant Ivy going to be our new Luna?"
"The way he looks at her... it's definitely not just professional!"
A numb sensation spread through Mira as she scrolled until a familiar private account-Adrian's discreet secondary profile-caught her eye. His comment was brief, a single line beneath Ivy's post:
"You deserve it."
Ivy's immediate reply was a single, glowing heart emoji.
Mira almost laughed again, the sound choked with bitterness. They couldn't even be bothered to hide it anymore. Did they think she was dead? She would not tolerate this humiliation a moment longer. A cold, clear fury propelled her into action. She dialed the jeweler.
"Send over every piece from the new collection," she commanded, her voice eerily calm. "To the headquarters of Vale Industries. Immediately."
Within the hour, she was dressed and composed, standing in the executive secretary pool of Adrian's corporate empire. Several personal shopping consultants trailed behind her, arms laden with glossy brand boxes.
"L-Luna?" Adrian's chief assistant, also the pack's Gamma, stammered, rising from his desk. "What brings you here-"
The whispered title sent a ripple through the room-curiosity, surprise, a flicker of excitement.
Mira offered a serene smile, adrenaline singing in her veins, mingling with a strange, defiant thrill. For three years as Adrian's mate, she had remained largely unseen. Only a handful here knew her face.
She lifted her chin and raised her right hand, letting the distinctive, moonstone-set Luna's ring catch the light. Her identity needed no further introduction.
"Everyone has been working so diligently," she announced, her voice carrying effortlessly. "I've brought a small token of appreciation. One for each of you."
With a graceful wave of her hand, the consultants stepped forward, opening the velvet-lined boxes in unison. Nestled inside each was a bracelet-the exact design Adrian had given Ivy.
So he likes giving bracelets? 'Only beloved,' is it? Let's see how special it feels now.
A collective gasp filled the air. No one had expected the Luna to appear, let alone bestow such extravagant gifts. Hesitant voices arose. "These... are truly for us, Luna?"
"Of course," Mira's smile widened, genuine warmth touching her eyes. "Your dedication is invaluable. A pack-a company-thrives when its heart is united. My Alpha is a visionary leader, but even he can overlook the details. It's my duty as his Luna to ensure balance is kept."
The room erupted in grateful exclamations and excited chatter as the women eagerly accepted their gifts.
It was then that Ivy appeared in the doorway. Her gaze was sharp, her jaw tight.
"Mira-Luna," she corrected, her tone sweet yet strained. "You needn't have gone to such trouble. And these gifts... does Adrian know?"
Mira turned to face her fully.
"Since when does the pack's welfare, or the use of its resources, require your approval?" Mira asked, her tone deceptively mild. "Those matters belong to the Alpha and his Luna alone."
She took a single, deliberate step forward, closing the distance.
"And 'Adrian' is for my use. You will address your Alpha with the proper title and maintain a respectful distance."
She didn't need to raise her voice or issue a threat. The message was crystal clear.
A dead silence fell over the room. The other women watched the exchange with bated breath, their loyalties palpably shifting.
After all, it was the Luna who had brought tangible honor and reward. Ivy's favored status granted them nothing but whispered gossip.
The moment Ivy understood, the color drained from her face.
Her eyes widened, instantly glistening with unshed tears. Her lips parted as if to form some explanation. "You-you misunderstand, that wasn't what I-"
Mira didn't even glance her way, rendering her utterly invisible.
She turned instead to Mary, the senior secretary, gesturing to the remaining boxes. "Please ensure the bracelets are distributed. They are gifts from me. What you do with them afterwards is your own affair. Just remember, they are a token of the Luna's esteem."
"Of course, Luna." Mary's face flickered with a mix of deference and excitement as she swiftly complied.
One by one, the bracelets were handed out. When the distribution reached its end, Mary paused, her cheeks flushing slightly as she did a quick count.
"Luna," she said cautiously, "it seems... we are one short. Assistant Ivy hasn't received one."
Mira's expression didn't flicker.
"Doesn't she already have one?" she asked, her voice cool and clear. "Since Alpha Adrian has already gifted her a bracelet, there's no need for a duplicate."
A profound silence settled over the office.
Every gaze in the room shifted-slow, curious, piercing-landing on Ivy, whose face was now a mask of mortified crimson.
Mira let her eyes rest on Ivy, tilting her head slightly. "Is there a problem, Assistant Ivy? Or do you believe your contributions have so far exceeded everyone else's here that you deserve a double portion of recognition?"
It was a masterful question. For Ivy to claim 'yes' would be to declare herself an enemy to every woman in the room. Her promotion to the Alpha's personal assistant was already seen by many as unearned favoritism; much of her supposed work was quietly completed by others.
Ivy swallowed with visible difficulty, forcing a brittle smile. "Of course not... The Luna is most considerate."
Ignoring the feeble compliment, Mira offered the rest of the room a gracious smile. "I will be taking a more active role in the pack's affairs from now on. Should any of you have concerns, my door is open. You have my word on fair and just treatment."
Then, amidst a sea of newly respectful and admiring looks, she swept out of the office.
The moment the door clicked shut, a wave of hushed, derisive laughter bubbled up inside.
"Some people really think a few feathers make them a phoenix."
"Exactly. She should look in a mirror. How could she ever compare to the Luna?"
"The Alpha and Luna are fated mates. No one comes between that."
"What a clown."
Mira paused just outside the door, a faint, cold smile touching her lips. Her wolf's keen hearing captured every whispered jab with perfect clarity. She could even hear Ivy's sharp, ragged intake of breath.
So Ivy likes to play games? Let her taste the bitterness of her own medicine.
She had tolerated Adrian's neglect because he was her mate, though even that well of patience was running dry. But from this day forward, she would allow no one else to trample on her dignity. Not anymore.
*
As expected, the call came just as she was driving home.
She answered calmly.
"Mira." Adrian's voice was sharp with displeasure. "What you did today was completely out of line."
His tone was icy, brimming with accusation.
"Because of you, Ivy is being isolated. The whole office is talking. She's considering leaving."
Mira's temper flared before she could stop it.
"And you're blaming *me*?" she shot back, her voice razor-edged. "Did you spare a single thought for my feelings when you bought her that bracelet and publicly fawned over her post?"
"It was just a bracelet," Adrian snapped. "She admired it, so I gave it to her. Why must you turn everything into a spectacle? You were never this... difficult before."
He paused, his next words dropping like stones, final and cold.
"I won't be coming home tonight. Use the time to cool down and reflect on your behavior. Ivy has suffered enough. There's no need for you to target her further."
The line went dead.
Mira sat in silence, tears welling despite her furious efforts to hold them back.
This was it. The final thread of hope, severed. There was nothing left to say, no bridge left to cross.
If he was so determined to shield another woman, to cast her as the villain in their story, then what was left for her in this loveless charade of a marriage?
With a steady hand that belied the chasm opening inside her, she pulled over and dialed her private lawyer.
"Draft the papers," she said, her voice clear and devoid of all emotion. "I want a divorce from Alpha Adrian."
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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
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
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.