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 5
Mira didn't know how to react.
The King knew her by name. He had been expecting her.
She badly wanted to know how and why. The question settled on her tongue, heavy and eager to be released-but she knew better.
No one questioned the king. Not unless you had a death wish.
King Evren remained standing when she was ushered fully into the office. He didn't offer her a seat. Didn't gesture. Didn't even acknowledge the guards as they withdrew and the doors closed behind her with a quiet, ominous finality.
He simply watched her.
His gaze was sharp, studying her, assessing, as though he were stripping her down to bone and intent. The weight of his presence pressed against her senses, thick and unyielding. Mira felt her wolf stir uneasily, pacing beneath her skin, unsettled by the raw dominance rolling off him unchecked.
"So," he said at last, his voice low and cold, "you finally decided to show yourself."
Mira stiffened internally. Finally?
She inclined her head, carefully respectful. "Your Majesty. I came to propose a strategic collaboration..." she started, biting back the slight tremor in her voice. "...between Vale Industries and the crown-one that strengthens both our interests."
It took a lot of courage to finally speak. But if she wanted the favor of the king, she had to be audacious.
The king didn't speak at first, didn't move. He simply assessed her, with that sharp gaze that unnerved her.
A faint curve finally touched his lips-it wasn't a smile-no-it was more like mockery.
"I thought you'd have learned by now," he said, getting closer, circling her slowly, his boots silent against polished stone. "Running halfway across the realm only after your husband humiliated you so publicly."
Her fingers curled at her sides. How did he know about that?
"I'm here on business," Mira said evenly. "To discuss cooperation between-"
He laughed-a short, dismissive sound.
"Cooperation?" Evren stopped directly in front of her, towering close enough that she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes. "You came all this way to beg me to polish Adrian Vale's reputation? To help him climb the ranks so you can crawl back into his favor?"
The words struck harder than she expected. It almost felt like a physical blow.
"You disappoint me," he continued coolly. "I assumed you'd finally come to your senses. Instead, you're still the same lovesick fool who married for feelings and mistook devotion for strength."
Mira's chest tightened. She felt a mix of emotions. Shock, confusion, pain, and something else, something that stirred, growing slowly with each word that left his mouth.
"Get out," he finished, turning away. "I don't collaborate with women who don't know their own worth."
That did it. Something inside of her snapped.
"Then perhaps it's you who should be disappointed," Mira shot back without thinking.
The room went deathly still.
Evren turned slowly.
"I expected a ruler," she continued, her heart pounding but her voice steady. "Someone enlightened. Formidable. Not a man so blinded by arrogance that he mistakes cruelty for wisdom."
Silence followed-thick, heavy, stunned.
No one had ever spoken to him like that. Yet this woman, this lovesick woman dared to disrespect him in his own territory.
Evren moved faster than she could react.
One moment he was several steps away. The next, his hand was around her throat, lifting her cleanly off the ground and slamming her back against the wall. Stone bit into her spine as his grip tightened, fingers iron-hard.
The air vanished from her lungs.
His aura crashed into her fully now-overwhelming, suffocating, lethal. A weaker wolf would have blacked out from fear. Might have died.
Mira didn't.
Her wolf snarled-not in submission, but defiance-despite the way her instincts reacted to him.
It wasn't just panic she felt, it was something else. Something buried deep, ancient, primal.
He felt it too. She could see it in his eyes, the way his grey orbs darkened like a stormy sky.
Her breathing was heavy, desperate.
That was when she realized it.
He wasn't crushing her windpipe. Not yet.
'He's not killing me.'
That meant he was listening.
"You dare," Evren growled, eyes burning inches from hers, "to lecture me in my own palace?"
Mira forced her hands to still. Forced her panic down. Her pulse thundered, but she met his gaze without flinching. Brave.
"I made mistakes," she said hoarsely. "I admit that. But perfection has never been the measure of worth. Resolve is."
His grip tightened slightly, a warning.
"I've already submitted my divorce agreement," she continued, breath shallow but controlled. "I didn't come here for Adrian. I came for myself. For my parents' legacy. For my name."
Something flickered in his eyes.
"I'm not asking for an ordinary contract," Mira said. "I'm offering a long-term strategic partnership. One that benefits us both."
The room went silent again, broken only by the sound of Mira's heavy breathing.
Then-unexpectedly-Evren laughed.
The sound was deep, rich, and dangerous.
"Now that," he said, releasing her abruptly, "is the spirit of a Sterling daughter."
Mira staggered but caught herself, swallowing air as her feet hit the ground. His hand lingered briefly at her throat, thumb brushing her pulse as if reminding her how easily he could still end her.
A shiver crawled down her spine.
He stepped back, his expression unreadable.
"I won't agree yet," he said. "Words are cheap."
Her jaw tightened. "Then name your terms."
His gaze swept over her, slow and deliberate, his eyes glistening with something she didn't recognize, something that made it even harder for her to breathe.
"Finalize your divorce within a month," Evren said, the word divorce sounding like poison. "Prove you're more than the woman who once lost herself to love. Do that-and I'll consider granting you an exclusive contract."
He paused.
"Fail," he added calmly, "and this conversation never happened."
Mira lifted her chin in defiance. She was ready, determined.
"I won't fail."
A slow smile curved his lips-dark, approving, dangerous.
"We'll see."
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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.