From Rejected Maid to the Lycan King's Queen

The clerk at the Registry couldn't look me in the eye when she turned the screen around. My status didn't say "Luna" anymore. It said "Rogue." My mate, Alpha Jackson, had secretly replaced me on the official paperwork three years ago with his mistress, Candida. When I returned to the Pack House, Jackson didn't just bring Candida home; he brought a five-year-old boy he claimed was an orphan. "This is Joey," he announced, his eyes cold and glazed over. "Since you are barren, he will be the future Alpha." I tried to accept my fate as a servant in my own home, but they wanted me dead. The boy, looking like an angel, brought me a bowl of soup. "For you, Mama," he smiled. But as I reached for it, he splashed the scalding liquid over my hands. It wasn't just hot soup. It was laced with concentrated Wolfsbane. As my skin sizzled and peeled, the boy threw himself on the floor, screaming that I had attacked him. Jackson didn't check my burns. He didn't listen to my pleas. "Submit!" he roared, using the Alpha Command to force me to my knees. He made me apologize to the child who had just poisoned me. That night, listening to Jackson mate with Candida in the room next to mine, the bond finally snapped. They wanted the Luna gone? Fine. I dialed a number I hadn't used in years. "Hamilton," I whispered to the Lycan King. "I need a plane. And I need it to crash."

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I will arrange everything, Hamilton's voice echoed in my mind through the Mind-Link. Just say the word.

Soon, I replied.

The front door slammed open. Jackson walked in.

The scent hit me first. Rotten peaches and cloying sugar. Candida's scent. It was suffocating the fresh pine smell that used to be Jackson.

He saw me in the hallway. For a second, his eyes flashed with confusion, as if trying to remember who I was, but then a dark film slid over his irises.

"Elena," he said, void of warmth. "Good. You are here."

Behind him, Candida stepped in, holding the hand of a boy who looked about five. Joey.

"This is Candida," Jackson announced, as if he hadn't been sleeping with her for three years. "And this is Joey. I found him... on the battlefield. An orphan."

Liar. The lie was so blatant it felt practiced.

"And since you cannot provide the pack with an heir," Jackson continued, eyes drilling into my stomach, "I have decided to adopt him. He will be the future Alpha."

"Hello, Mama," Joey said. He looked like an angel, but when he tilted his head up, his eyes were dead flat. Grey smoke with no light behind them.

"I am not your mother," I said quietly.

"Elena!" Jackson growled. "Be kind to the boy."

"I am feeling unwell," I said, clutching my side. Being near Candida made my skin prickle, like standing next to a high-voltage wire. "I need to go to my room."

An hour later, there was a knock. Joey entered, holding a bowl of steaming meat soup.

"Daddy said you were sick," the boy said, voice sickeningly sweet. "I brought you soup."

He walked over. My inner wolf growled. Danger.

"Put it on the table."

"Here, take it," Joey insisted. He thrust the bowl toward me.

I reached out. The moment my fingers brushed the ceramic, Joey let go. He shoved it downward.

The hot liquid splashed over my hands.

"Ah!" I gasped.

The pain was immediate and excruciating. It sizzled. Smoke rose from my skin. Wolfsbane.

"Help! Daddy! Help!" Joey screamed, throwing himself onto the floor, wailing. "She burned me! She tried to throw it at me!"

My hands were blistering, skin peeling away in red strips.

The door burst open. Jackson and Candida rushed in. Jackson saw the boy on the floor, then looked at me. His irises flooded with a glowing, angry red.

"You monster," Jackson snarled.

"Jackson, look at my hands," I pleaded, holding them up. The flesh was bubbling. "It has poison in it."

"Don't lie to me!" Jackson roared. "You are jealous because you are broken!"

Candida stood behind him. She looked at my ruined hands, and the corner of her mouth twitched upward.

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Ruby Andre-White and Joshua White have perfected a three-year illusion. To the world, their marriage unites two powerful empires. In private, they keep separate rooms, separate lives, and separate lovers, refusing to produce the heirs their families demand. When inheritance whispers become ultimatums, their fragile distance collapses. Forced into proximity and scrutiny, they are trapped in a volatile clash of resentment, pride, and unwanted intimacy. Hatred feels easy; indifference feels safe. Yet as enemies circle and loyalties fracture, the boundaries blur. Between obligation and defiance, secrets and silent understanding, something unexpected stirs. Now they must choose whether to keep destroying each other or become the only alliance strong enough to survive what is coming.

Action Modern Romance

9.8

Hands of Stone, Heart of Vengeance

9.8

My husband told me I was a bad investment, a legacy asset he was forced to liquidate after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a "Muse," a supermodel whose lies were as polished as the magazine covers she graced. But when her son—the boy Adrian believed was his heir—suffered a sudden allergic reaction, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous chemist who mixed poison to harm an innocent child. My husband, the man whose empire was built on the scents I created, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he declared that if my hands were used for evil, they shouldn't be used at all. He ordered his security team to bring quick-drying industrial cement. "Since you can't control these hands, I will seal them forever," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had my hands encased in stone and had me displayed in the window of our flagship store, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I stood there, the heavy weight crushing my fingers and my soul, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I’d planted in the nursery. And they had no idea that my family controlled the very flowers that kept his empire alive.

Action Modern Romance

8.2

He Chose Another, Now He Calls Me Madre

8.2

Alessia was destined to lead as the wife of Lorenzo, the Mafia's heir. However, everything changes when Chiara, a reckless arms dealer’s daughter, captures Lorenzo's obsession. Despite his public disdain for her wild nature, he begs Alessia to surrender her title to pacify his new flame. After a blood-stained wedding gown marks the end of her engagement, Alessia decides that if she cannot be his wife, she will claim the highest authority. She won't just survive; she will become his Madre.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

His Substitute Turned Into the Mafia Queen

9.7

When Marco Ross, a rising star in the New York underworld, proposes to another woman on their anniversary, his secret girlfriend realizes she was merely a substitute. Left for dead after a targeted shooting, she survives to reveal a devastating secret: she is the true Conti heiress, and the woman Marco loves is a fraud. Abandoning her life as a stray, she returns to her father to claim her mafia empire, accept a strategic marriage, and eliminate the imposter who stole her place.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

My Stepbrother's Lust

8.8

"Fuck...please..." He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan. His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties. "Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet." He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face. He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms. ********* The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke. I cried. I screamed. I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him. Cassian Cross. A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name. One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak. Until he showed up at my mom's wedding... As my new stepbrother. Now, Cassian won't stop. He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body. But there's one thing he didn't tell me- He already belongs to someone else. A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both. He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's promised to another. And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.

Action Modern Romance

9.1

Phoenix Heat, A Wife's Cold Vengeance

9.1

During a record Phoenix heatwave, a wife discovers her husband has been draining their accounts to lavish his mistress with designer gifts and a cool luxury apartment—while he unplugged their AC and fridge, claiming they're broke for the twins. When she starts bleeding and begs for cab fare, he laughs and hangs up. She loses the babies alone, choosing a D&C without anesthesia to etch the betrayal into her bones. He comes home relieved by her lie about a heavy period. She doesn't scream. She quietly slips signed divorce papers into his new suit and begins her cold, calculated revenge.

Action Modern Romance

From Rejected Maid to the Lycan King's Queen

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