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 5
Alyssa POV:
"The deal is simple," Dr. Evans whispered as he checked my IV drip. "You give the Bureau the map of the Sterling Pack's smuggling routes. In exchange, they provide the new identity and the extraction."
"I have the map memorized," I replied. My father had taught me the routes years ago, long before Brennan turned them into avenues for illegal trade.
"Good. Tonight is the Charity Gala," Evans said. "It's the perfect cover. Chaos, noise, humans. You need to get to the terrace at 10:00 PM."
I nodded.
Hours later, I was dressed in a long-sleeved gown to hide my burns and bandages. I sat in a wheelchair; my leg was too weak to support me for long.
The Gala was held in the grand ballroom of the city's finest hotel. Humans in tuxedos and diamonds mingled with wolves in human form. It was a masquerade of civility.
A waiter with intense, stormy gray eyes passed by me with a tray of champagne. He didn't stop, but he slipped a cocktail napkin under my glass. On it, a single handwritten time: 22:00.
I glanced up, but he was already gone, blending seamlessly into the crowd.
Brennan stood in the center of the room. He looked regal, handsome. And on his lap, sitting like a queen, was Debbi.
She was wearing a white dress, playing the part of the innocent virgin. Around her neck glittered a stone that made my breath hitch.
The Moonstone Necklace.
It was an heirloom passed down through generations of Sterling Lunas. My mother had worn it. Her mother had worn it. It was supposed to be mine.
Brennan tapped a glass with a spoon. The room went quiet.
"Welcome, everyone," Brennan announced, his voice projecting effortlessly. "Tonight, we celebrate the future. And with that future, comes change."
He looked at Debbi with a sickening warmth.
"I am proud to announce that Debbi Foley is officially the candidate for the new Luna of the Sterling Pack."
Applause erupted. Humans clapped politely; wolves clapped out of obligation or fear.
Brennan unclasped the necklace and fastened it around Debbi's neck. The moonstone seemed to dim as it touched her skin, as if the stone itself rejected her.
I couldn't watch anymore. I gripped the wheels of my chair and turned away, heading for the terrace doors.
The night air was cool. I rolled into the shadows, away from the light of the party. I checked my watch. 9:55 PM. Five minutes until extraction.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.
That's when I smelled it.
Underneath the expensive perfumes and the scent of champagne, there was a stench. It was sharp, sulfurous, like rotten eggs and unwashed bodies.
Rogue.
But not just any Rogue. It was coming from the corner of the terrace.
I squinted into the darkness. A man was standing there, smoking a cigarette. He turned, and the light from the ballroom hit his face.
I gasped. It was the Rogue Alpha, the brother of Gianna, the woman who ran the local crime syndicate. He was supposed to be in exile.
And standing next to him... was Debbi.
She had slipped away from Brennan. They were whispering. Debbi laughed, a sound that was entirely different from her innocent giggle. It was low and dark.
"Brennan is such a puppet," I heard her say. Her voice carried on the wind. "He actually thinks I'm his Mate. The idiot doesn't even know I'm using a scent-masker."
"Just get the codes to the vault," the Rogue Alpha grunted. "Then we kill him and take the territory."
My heart hammered against my ribs. She wasn't just a mistress. She was a spy. A Rogue spy.
The Rogue Alpha turned his head. His eyes locked onto me in the shadows. He sniffed the air.
"We have company," he growled.
Debbi spun around. Her face went pale, then twisted into a snarl.
"The cripple," she hissed.
The Rogue Alpha took a step toward me, pulling a knife from his jacket.
I tried to turn my wheelchair, but the wheel caught on a loose paving stone. I was stuck.
"Run!" my mind screamed, but my body was trapped in the chair.
The Rogue lunged.
I threw myself out of the chair, hitting the concrete hard. I scrambled backward, dragging my dead leg.
"Help!" I screamed, but the music inside was too loud.
The Rogue kicked the wheelchair aside. He loomed over me, the knife glinting in the moonlight.
"No witnesses," he said.
Just as he raised the knife, a black van screeched to a halt at the curb below the terrace. The side door slid open.
"Alyssa! Jump!" a voice shouted.
It was Carroll.
But the terrace railing was five feet high. I couldn't jump. I couldn't even stand.
I looked at the Rogue, then at the ballroom doors where Brennan was laughing, oblivious to the fact that his "true love" was plotting his murder.
I was trapped between a monster and a traitor. And for the first time in years, I felt a spark of something deep inside me.
Not fear.
Rage.
My vision blurred, turning red. A low growl, one I hadn't heard in five years, rumbled in my chest.
The Rogue hesitated. "What the..."
But before I could unleash whatever was waking up inside me, a cloth soaked in chemical acridity was pressed over my mouth from behind.
Debbi.
"Sleep tight, Luna," she whispered in my ear.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
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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!!
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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?