
EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET: DIVORCED AND CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING
"Sign it. You're no woman if you can't give me an heir."
Niamh gave Marcus two years of her life, her unwavering loyalty, and her silent love. In return, the billionaire CEO served her divorce papers and a one-way ticket to the gutter.
Cast out into a rainy night with nothing but the clothes on her back and twelve dollars, Niamh’s story should have ended there.
Instead, she stumbled on a stranger in the rain.
In an attempt to save him, he kisses her senseless. He is the last Lycan King standing, and a man of terrifying power, yet he is haunted by a seven-century curse.
When the king has a taste of Niamh in the pouring rain, he knew he had to keep her for himself, even though she was human and it was against the laws of their kind not to mingle with humans.
The King needs her essence and Niamh realizes she could use her body to get what she wanted; revenge on Marcus and his mother for humiliating her and making her waste her time.
Now, the woman Marcus discarded is rising as a global conglomerate queen and a Divine Enchantress as assigned by the Moon Goddess.
While her ex-husband’s empire crumbles into bankruptcy and his body rots with a shameful curse, Niamh is learning that being "claimed" by the King is much more than the contract she'd initially made with him.
He wanted to use her as his cure. She wanted to use him for her revenge.
But in the Lumina Realm, the Goddess has other plans.
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Chapter 6
Ottomir's POV
"Let's say your plan works, you can't easily rule over all packs in the city," Ashu said, his voice cutting through the silence.
He had that annoying tone of his.
Always trying to sound logical.
I gritted my teeth and felt an ache in my jaw from the tension.
My eyes were fixed on the heavy oak doors at the end of the hall, waiting for the moment they would swing open to reveal Rex and Ren bearing his head. I didn't turn to look at Ashu.
"I may not be able to rule them all immediately, Ashu," I replied, my voice low and threatening. "But I assure you that with him gone, everyone would begin to look for who to replace him when all the Alphas fail. And they will fail. Do you know why, Ashu?"
"No, I don't." Ashu replied with sarcasm.
I chuckled dryly, clasping my hands behind my back.
"You make me laugh, Ashu. But to answer your question, any Alpha who rises to the supreme leader position will fail. They don't know what it takes to lead an army of packs. Once they realize this, they will demand a fit leader and that is me. Everyone would easily believe and trust me to lead them better because I won't ask them to hide. I won't ask them to beg for scraps of acceptance from a race that would burn us alive if they had the courage."
I finally turned to face Ashu, the flickering firelight catching in my eyes. "And when I finally become King, with the powers the goddess has blessed me with, I'd show these pesky humans that we'll always be more superior than them. We are the apex, Ashu. Never the livestock."
Ashu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"They don't know we exist..." he started to say, but the words died in his throat when he saw the sheer rage blooming in my eyes.
He took a half-step back, shaking his head.
"They're not all bad..." he added wistfully, his gaze drifting toward the floor.
I scoffed with disgust. I stepped toward him, invading his personal space until he was forced to look at me. "Stop mingling with that human minx, Ashu. They're not all innocent. They are a plague, and you are infected with their emotions."
Ashu's cheeks flushed an angry red.
He stared down at the floor, unable to meet my gaze.
I knew about the female human he was flirting with at work even though it would never get past flirting because our kinds did not mix with humans.
I hated that Ashu looked at humans and saw something worth a second chance, just like the King.
It made me want to rip the throat out of every human.
"For five hundred years now," I continued, my voice heavy with bitterness. "Our existence has been nothing but camouflage. We have worn their clothes, spoken their languages, and followed their pathetic laws. We cannot be the creatures we're truly born to be. This is hell, Ashu. A cage is still a cage, no matter how pretty it is."
I withdrew from his personal space and paced the length of the living room. "And the King is too blinded by diplomacy to see it. He thinks existing among them and hiding our true nature will make them accept us? He thinks if we play nice for another thousand years, they'll continue to invite us to their dinner tables instead of their operating tables?"
"But that's the point," Ashu replied begrudgingly, his voice dropping as if the walls themselves might be listening. "So many of us died all those years ago because humans didn't understand us. The wars... they were efficient at killing us when they knew what we were. The King's strategy is why we're still alive till this day. Don't you understand?"
I stopped pacing and looked at him ruefully.
The memories of the war burned in my mind. I could still smell the burning fur and hear the screams of our kind as the humans' blades cut them deep.
"And that's why we should kill them all instead of blending in and hiding in the shadows, pretending to be one of them," I countered. "We don't need their understanding. We need their extinction. Or at the very least, their total subjugation. Besides, they made other humans slaves. We can do the same."
Ashu avoided my gaze as the atmosphere grew deadly silent.
He knew I was right. Any were or other in their right senses would know I am right. Humans deserved to be extinct. Their kind spread diseases and hatred wherever they go.
I turned back to face the door.
The King would be dead by now. Rex and Ren are one of the most skilled warriors in the Hikers' Pack.
"Do you really think they will do it?" Ashu's voice creeped up behind me.
"The king has never once treated us badly. You shouldn't do this to him, Otto."
I scoffed at Ashu's remark.
"Sometimes, Ashu, one has to cut off a finger to let the other fingers survive. Our King may be good to us, but he is not good for us. Not when we're behaving like humans."
Suddenly, a massive clap of thunder rocked the sky at my response.
Could the moon goddess agree with me?
At that exact moment, the heavy oak doors at the end of the hall swung open with a violent force.
The cool, wet storm air rushed inside, putting out the last embers in the hearth and sending a sudden chill through the room. I stood tall, my heart racing with anticipation.
Two figures emerged from the shadows, and my excitement quickly turned to disappointment.
Atticus stepped in first, looking drenched but perfectly alert.
Right behind him was the King, walking with a steady, powerful stride that seemed to defy the fact that the storms made him weak
He did not look like a man who had been attacked. If anything, he looked very agile and just as alert as Atticus.
When the light in the hallway hit his face, my blood turned to ice.
The King looked stronger than I had ever seen him on a normal day. His eyes were not dull and he didn't look like someone that wouldn't be able to catch the whiff of a jasmine scent from miles away.
Instead his eyes glowed with a predatory fire and then my eyes caught a limp figure in his arms and I almost faltered.
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9.0
On their seventh wedding anniversary, Kiley's billionaire husband, Aden, slid a thick stack of papers across the restaurant table.
It was a petition for divorce.
He was leaving her for his college sweetheart. Thanks to a ruthless prenup, Kiley was being thrown out with absolutely nothing.
That very night, their young son Jules was rushed to the ER, bleeding profusely. The doctor's diagnosis was a death sentence: acute leukemia.
When Kiley frantically called Aden for help, he dismissed the emergency as a simple nosebleed.
"I'm not paying for this. Deal with it," Aden sneered, the sound of his mistress giggling in the background.
To force Kiley to sign the divorce papers, Aden froze all her credit cards and canceled their son's health insurance. He refused to pay a single cent for the chemotherapy.
Even Kiley's adoptive parents sided with the wealthy Aden, calling her a burden and telling her to stop fighting him.
Driven to the brink of despair, with a dying child and no money, Kiley didn't understand how a father could be so monstrous to his own flesh and blood.
Until a news article on a friend's phone caught her eye.
It featured a fallen 9/11 firefighter hero from the ultra-wealthy Whitfield family. The man in the photo looked exactly like Jules, down to the very bone structure.
Kiley's mind raced back to the fertility clinic and the anonymous sperm donor.
Could this dead billionaire hero be her son's biological father?
Looking at her sleeping, fragile boy, Kiley wiped her tears and crushed the divorce papers in her hand.
She was going to find the Whitfield family, save her son, and make Aden lose everything he held dear.

8.2
I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant.
It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication.
Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York.
My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm.
Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match.
I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life.
"Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!"
But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died.
As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died.
I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay.

7.4
Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies.
As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart?
Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...

9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.

8.9
Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor's dirty secret.
What the world never knew was that she'd also been his wife.
Or that the man she loved-and the son she gave everything for-chose another woman over her.
Now, she's back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires.
Her newest client? The Sterling Group.
Her ex-husband's empire.
Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both.
But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can't pay.
Because this time, she's not here to save him.
She's here to ruin him.

9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."