From Broken to Queen: The Rejected Luna's Rise
I shattered my knee jumping in front of a silver bullet meant for him.
The poison seeped into my marrow, putting my wolf into a coma and leaving me crippled.
I thought my sacrifice would secure his love forever.
Instead, five years later, Brennan stood in a warehouse while a Rogue held a silver-laced dagger to my throat.
Beside me sat Debbi, his mistress—a spy who had staged the whole kidnapping.
"You can only save one," the kidnapper sneered.
Brennan didn't even hesitate.
He looked me in the eye, his gaze cold and devoid of the bond we once shared.
"I choose Debbi," he said.
He walked out with her in his arms, leaving his Fated Mate to bleed out on the concrete floor.
As the blade dug into my skin, I felt the mate bond snap.
He thought I died in the explosion that followed.
He spent weeks howling in grief when he finally realized Debbi was a traitor and he had killed the only woman who truly loved him.
But he was wrong.
I didn't die.
A federal agent pulled me from the fire, and the trauma didn't kill my wolf—it woke her up.
A year later, Brennan walked into a small bistro in Italy, looking for redemption.
He fell to his knees when he saw me standing there, healed and glowing with the aura of a White Wolf.
"Alyssa," he wept, reaching for me. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything."
I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze icy blue.
"Get out," I said. "We don't serve traitors here."
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Chapter 3
Alyssa POV:
The basement door creaked open. The heavy, metallic scent of iron and rust wafted in.
Brennan walked down the stairs, followed by Brianne and Debbi. Debbi had a bandage wrapped around her wrist—a wrist I hadn't even touched.
"My father built this Pack," I said, my voice hoarse from the damp air. "You drag his daughter into the dungeon?"
"Your father was a weak man who let outsiders walk all over us," Brennan replied. He stopped in front of the cell bars. "Debbi told me about your threats. About how you plan to use your father's old connections to stage a coup."
"What?" I looked at Debbi. She hid behind Brennan, peeking out with a triumphant smirk. "I never said that."
"She's afraid, Brennan," Debbi whimpered. "She said because she can't give you pups, she'll make sure no one else can."
It was a brilliant lie. It targeted Brennan's deepest insecurity: his fear that he was only Alpha because he married me, not because he was strong.
"Open the gate," Brennan ordered the warrior guarding the door.
The metal gate swung open. Brennan walked in. The small cell felt instantly claustrophobic.
"The Pack laws are clear," Brennan said. "Physical punishment for harming the future Luna."
"She is not the Luna!" I screamed. "I am!"
Brennan stared at me, his expression unreadable, almost bored. He turned to Brianne.
"Handle it," he said coldly. "Make sure she understands her position."
He turned on his heel and walked out of the cell, pulling Debbi with him. He didn't look back.
"No," I pleaded, reaching through the bars. "Brennan, don't leave me with her!"
The heavy door at the top of the stairs slammed shut.
Brianne smiled. It was a predator's smile. She pulled a small pouch from her pocket.
"He's gone, Alyssa," she whispered. "And now, we can have some fun."
She signaled the warrior to hold my arm against the wall. She dipped her fingers into the pouch and pulled out a pinch of glittering dust.
Silver filings.
"Brennan said punishment," Brianne said, her eyes gleaming with malice. "He didn't specify the method."
"Brianne, please," I begged. "We were sisters."
"You killed Marco," she hissed.
She pressed the silver dust into the cuts on my palm.
A scream tore from my throat. It felt like he had pressed a branding iron into my flesh. The silver sizzled as it touched my blood. Smoke rose from my hand. The pain was blinding, white-hot, shooting up my arm and into my chest.
I slumped against the wall, sobbing, cradling my burning hand.
Brianne wiped her hands on a handkerchief and dropped it on the floor. "Let that be a reminder."
She turned and walked up the stairs, the lock clicking behind her.
I was alone in the dark. The silver in my hand continued to burn, a relentless fire.
I looked at the handkerchief she had dropped. It was one I had embroidered for Brennan for our first anniversary. It had a little wolf stitched in the corner.
With my good hand, I took a lighter from my pocket—one I kept for lighting candles during prayer to the Moon Goddess.
I flicked the flame. I held it to the fabric.
I watched the little embroidered wolf catch fire. The fabric curled and blackened, turning to ash.
"Burn," I whispered, the pain in my hand fueling the rage in my heart. "Burn it all down."
I realized then that I had been holding onto hope. I had been holding onto the idea that my Mate was still in there somewhere. But he wasn't.
Brennan was gone. And I was done being the victim.
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9.7
Prostitution wasn't exactly the future Ariella pictured for herself. But a series of unfortunate events landed her in a brothel she couldn't escape. Until he came in.
His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why.
In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last.
he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing.
their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her.
especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov.
he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her.
Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart.
But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
8.5
I woke up in the tangled black silk sheets of the Mafia Don's bed, my skin still burning from his ruthless touch in the dark.
The heavy door burst open, and his pristine wife, Bianca, looked at my bruised collarbones with visceral hatred.
Instead of having me killed for soiling her husband's bed, she offered a devil's bargain.
"You will take my place in his bed. You will be a shadow in the dark."
In my past life, I foolishly accepted, thinking her money would pay for my dying mother's hospital bills. I didn't realize the untouchable Mafia Queen was barren and just needed a disposable incubator. After I endured the Don's violent possession and birthed the Moretti heir, they cut off my mother's medicine. Then, they dragged me to a remote warehouse and suffocated me with a wet mattress to bury their dirty secret forever.
Until my last agonizing breath, I didn't understand why my absolute submission and suffering were rewarded with such a brutal, meaningless death.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning after the Don first claimed me.
I knelt on the Persian rug, weeping tears of fake gratitude as Bianca handed me the cash. But the moment my escort looked away, I didn't take her fertility herbs. I bought a bitter root from an alley witch to keep my womb empty. This time, I won't give the Don a child. I'll become his darkest obsession, and use his lethal power to burn this entire family to the ground.
9.6
To save on the outrageous wages of hired movers, I, Jade Lawson, bought a werewolf who had been returned three times from a secondhand trading site.
The seller warned me he was vicious, wild, and prone to biting.
What caught my eye wasn't his temperament. It was his build. Six foot three, solid muscle, the kind of body that looked like it could haul six hundred pounds of packages without breaking a sweat.
When he arrived, he was indeed vicious.
He kept sneaking into my room at night, pressing his scorching body against mine and grinding his teeth against the back of my neck.
I thought he was teething. Or worse, developing rabies. I contacted the seller immediately to request a return.
After hearing my description, the seller went quiet for a long time.
"We don't recommend returning him."
"He's not teething. Werewolves only feel the urge to bite the back of their mate's neck during their rut phase. It's a mate-marking instinct."
"He wants you. He's trying to get you to bear his pups."
8.7
WARNING: HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT!!
I got dumped by my fiancé then decided to do something out of the ordinary-Spending night stands with a total stranger! Only, the man I had a passionate one-night stand with turned out to be my stepbrother... and the mafia boss.
9.3
"I was told I was a monster. My father told me I was a pawn. He didn't realize I was a Queen."
For seventeen years, Kaia has been locked in a gilded cage, hidden from the world and her own reflection. As the Kentrikos Territory's best-kept secret, she is the White Wolf-a myth, a legend, and a target. Now, her father is selling her to the highest bidder to secure his legacy.
The rules were simple: Choose a mate. Secure the alliance. Don't ask questions.
But as Kaia is paraded through the four territories to meet her potential Alphas, her sheltered existence begins to unravel. Her wolf, Selah, isn't looking for a mate-she's looking for blood. From the frozen wastes of the north to the high-tech laboratories of the west, Kaia uncovers a trail of secrets.
In a world of Alphas, the rarest wolf of all is done playing nice. Kaia must decide: will she be the submissive mate they expect, or the Alpha they should have feared?