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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Chapter 5

Elena POV:

I collapsed in an alleyway. My phone buzzed.

Where are you? Come back immediately. Candida needs you.

He didn't ask if I was alive. I laughed, a wet, gurgling sound.

Minutes later, the pack SUV skidded to a halt. Jackson hadn't come. He sent his Beta, Marcus.

"Get in," Marcus said, grim. "Alpha's orders."

"I... need... a hospital," I gasped.

"We are going to the Infirmary. Candida fainted. She needs blood."

I froze. "What?"

"She lost blood from a scratch. Her blood type is rare. Rh-Null. You are the only match. Get in."

They dragged me into the car.

At the infirmary, Jackson was pacing. His leg was already healing.

"Where have you been?" he shouted. "Candida is weak!"

"Jackson," I whispered, pointing to my chest. "My ribs..."

"Stop making excuses!" he roared. He grabbed my arm, right over a bruise. "She is the future of this pack! Do your duty!"

They strapped me to a chair. They stuck a thick needle into my vein.

I watched my red blood flow out, into the bag for the woman who stole my life.

After the bag was full, they unstrapped me. I was dizzy, vision tunneling.

"Go sit with her," Jackson ordered. "I have to deal with the police report."

I stumbled into Candida's private room. She was sitting up, looking rosy. The "scratch" was gone.

"You look terrible," she smirked.

"Why?" I asked hoarsely.

She leaned forward. Her eyes flashed green.

"Because I am hungry," she whispered. "And your Alpha is a feast of energy. I will suck him dry, and then I will destroy this pack."

"Witch."

"Shh."

Joey walked in, holding a silver fruit knife. He looked at me, then at the knife.

"Joey, no."

He lunged.

I was weak, drained, and broken. But I dodged. Joey threw himself against the wall and dropped the knife, screaming.

"She tried to stab me! Daddy!"

Jackson burst in. He didn't ask questions. His aura exploded.

It hit me like a hammer. I flew backward, slamming into the cabinets. Glass shattered. I coughed up blood.

"Take her," Jackson said to Marcus. "Lock her in her room. Pack Discipline."

Marcus grabbed me. But as they dragged me down the hallway, I saw men in black masks near the exit. Rogues.

Marcus shoved me out the back door. "Sorry, Luna."

Before we reached the house, the Rogues jumped Marcus. They grabbed me.

"Is this the one?"

"Yes. The client said to make it hurt. Use the silver chains."

They slapped a collar around my neck. Pure silver. It sizzled, cutting off my connection to my wolf completely.

"Who sent you?" I gasped.

"The new Luna. She wants you gone before the Alpha changes his mind."

I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, past the pain.

Hamilton, I projected with my last ounce of strength. It is time.

I am coming, his voice roared back. Hold on, Elena.

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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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