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 4
Adrian did not come home.
The first night, Mira told herself it was expected. He had said he wouldn't return. She prepared for the silence, the dull ache of the mate-bond stretching thin between them like an overstrained wire.
The second night, disappointment settled in her chest like sediment.
By the third, something inside her went quiet. She didn't feel anymore; she couldn't. The house was quiet, too quiet.
No footsteps in the hall. No faint pull of his presence through the bond. No messages, no explanations delivered through intermediaries. The manor remained pristine and hollow, every room echoing with absence. His absence.
On the fourth morning, the call came. Mira half hoped it would be her mate. But as expected, it wasn't Adrian.
It was an unknown caller. She considered ignoring it, too out of it to care, but curiosity won.
"Luna Mira," a woman said carefully on the other end of the line. "This is Clara from the executive office. I-this call isn't official. I thought you deserved to know."
Mira, who was at the breakfast table, sat up, her curiosity piqued. Her untouched tea sloshed at the movement.
"Know what?" she asked calmly, biting back the curious edge.
There was a pause. Then, the woman spoke again. "The Alpha is not on a business trip."
That, in itself, was not a shock. Mira waited.
"He is currently in the southern territory. The coastal sector. With Assistant Ivy. At a private villa. The travel expenses... weren't discreetly filed."
A faint smile touched Mira's lips. It wasn't amusement, it was recognition.
Of course. A straying Alpha wouldn't spend his 'cooling-off' period alone. His time for 'reflection' was just a cover for a romantic getaway with his mistress.
"Thank you for telling me," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "You did the right thing."
After the call ended, Mira didn't move. She simply opened her tablet and logged into the pack's public network.
It took seconds to find them.
A video, posted by a travel blogger, autoplayed across her screen. Sunlight. Laughter. Adrian, relaxed in a way she had not seen in years, one arm draped possessively around Ivy's shoulders as they strolled along a white-sand shoreline. Ivy leaned into him, smiling up at his
face, her hand resting familiarly against his chest.
The mate-bond reacted instantly.
A sharp, instinctive pull-followed by a hollow echo, as if something vital had been scooped out of her and left exposed to air.
If she didn't know better, she'd have guessed they were mates, bound by the moon goddess herself.
She stared at the screen, waiting for the pain to crest.
It didn't.
Instead, numbness spread-cool, eerily soothing. The bond still existed, but it no longer felt sacred. It felt... functional. Like a marriage without love.
'So this is what breaking feels like,' she thought distantly.
She closed the video, going back to her tea, which had gone cold a while ago.
Two hours later, her lawyer called.
"Mira," he began without preamble, his voice tight. "We have a problem."
That was enough to get a reaction from her. She listened as he laid it out: the marriage contracts, the asset mergers, the board restructuring done shortly after her wedding-all decisions she had signed without hesitation, trusting the man she believed would stand beside her for life.
If she insists on proceeding with the divorce as planned, Adrian could legally claim controlling interest in Vale Industries.
Vale Industries was originally Sterling Industries.
The empire her father had built from the ground up. The legacy her mother had guarded for years.
Had it not been for that horrific tragedy, Mira would have entered its executive ranks under her mother's guidance and inherited the family business in full.
But the abduction three years ago didn't just take her mother's life; it left Mira with scars that never fully healed.
Back then, Adrian had been her only refuge, her sole hope.
After their marriage, following ancient pack tradition and the terms of the corporate merger, the company was renamed Vale Industries to align with marital custom.
Adrian had promised that the Sterling legacy would always remain at the heart of the enterprise.
Yet now, it seemed that promise had been little more than a comforting illusion.
"Unless," her lawyer continued carefully, "you can secure unwavering support from the board of directors, this will be an uphill battle."
"After all... you've spent the last few years strengthening Alpha Adrian's standing in both the company and the pack, rather than building influence of your own. This won't be easy."
Mira ended the call and sat very still.
Foolish. She'd been foolish. Love had made her careless. Marriage had made her vulnerable.
She had handed her power away with both hands, smiling as she did it.
Now she was trapped, in a marriage that humiliated her and a bond that hurt her. She exhaled, her gaze drifting to the final document on her desk: Adrian's itinerary.
Royal Capital.
Official purpose: negotiations with the Alpha King.
Unspoken truth: another stage on which to parade Ivy as his chosen companion.
A slow, deliberate breath filled Mira's lungs.
If Adrian wanted to use the capital to elevate himself, then she would use it to reclaim everything he had taken.
This was her chance, probably the only chance she'd get to free herself from the bondage her marriage had become.
With trembling fingers, she logged into the company network.
Within minutes, she summoned a select team-legal, financial, and strategic advisors who had once served her father directly. People who remembered her not as Adrian's wife, but as Mira Vale.
By nightfall, she was en route to the capital, her plan moving into action.
Her body trembled with adrenaline, and something that felt too close to hope.
***
The royal palace loomed like a carved mountain of stone and authority, its gates flanked by guards whose auras pressed outward in silent warning.
Mira stepped through them with feigned confidence, as though her heart didn't pound wildly in her chest, as though her hands didn't have a slight tremble.
The moment she entered the reception hall, the weight descended.
If she had been nervous before, this was something else entirely.. Power, ancient and absolute, coated the space. It pressed against her wolf, testing, oppressive. Mira straightened instinctively, refusing to show weakness.
The closer she drew to the Alpha King's office, the more restless her wolf became.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her heart racing wildly.
She hesitated for only a heartbeat before pushing the heavy door open.
The office was dark, gloomy.
The King sat in his seat, posture relaxed, sharp grey eyes trained on her. She sucked in a sharp breath.
She'd heard the stories-how he had taken the throne by blood and strategy, and how no pack that tested him remained whole.
Alphas stiffened at the mention of his name, women cowered in fear, and children-they trembled.
Yet here she stood, in his domain with her chin raised, her shoulders squared, and her pulse racing.
The Alpha King stood.
He was younger than she had expected, eyes sharp, piercing. His aura pressed down on her, dangerous in the quiet way of those who never needed to raise their voice.
"Luna Mira Vale," he said smoothly. The sound of her name echoed through the room.
Mira froze.
She had not announced herself yet.
Slowly, she inclined her head, fighting the tremble in her limbs. "Your Majesty."
King Evren's lips curved-not in surprise, but in amusement.
"I've been expecting you," he said.
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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.