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 6
Elena POV:
The world came back in a haze of agony. I was hanging.
Suspended by thick silver chains from the Pack House terrace. Below, the pack square was bustling. My people walked by, looking away in pity or fear.
"Look at her," a voice sneered. "The barren Luna."
Silver burns a werewolf like a branding iron. I could smell my own cooked flesh.
I hung there for hours. Finally, just before dawn, the chains were released. I dropped to the stone floor.
I crawled on my belly back into the house.
I heard laughter. Jackson was building a block tower with Joey. Candida was reading a magazine.
"Good job, son!" Jackson cheered.
I dragged myself up the stairs. Jackson appeared in the doorway ten minutes later.
"Oh, you're back," he said, emotionless. "The Rogues said they taught you a lesson about respect."
"They hung me... from the terrace," I whispered, showing my wrists.
"Don't be dramatic," Jackson scoffed. "I didn't authorize chains. I was... foggy. But maybe you needed a timeout."
He tossed a small orange bottle onto the bed. "Painkillers. Take them. We have a banquet tomorrow."
He left.
I looked at the bottle. My body was screaming. I needed relief.
I swallowed two pills.
Fire exploded in my stomach. Not the dull ache of medicine. Corrosive, molten lead.
"Argh!" I curled into a ball.
Liquid Silver.
Someone had hollowed the capsules and filled them with high-concentration poison.
I convulsed, foam gathering at my mouth.
Jackson rushed in. He smelled it. The metallic tang of silver poisoning.
"Elena?"
His hand reached out. His pupils dilated. His Inner Wolf was slamming against the barrier of his mind.
But then, he froze. He looked at the bottle.
"You... you tried to kill yourself?" he accused, voice shaking.
"No..." I gagged. "Joey... swapped..."
Jackson grabbed the bottle. "Joey!"
The boy ran in.
"Did you touch these?"
Joey looked at me, dying on the bed, and smiled. A predator's smile.
"I just wanted to help her sleep, Daddy."
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8.1
Racheal Angelo never wanted a new life, a new house, or a new family. She just wanted the life she was used to, but when her mother marries the cold, manipulative, powerful attorney Simon Adams to escape financial ruin, Racheal is forced into a mansion she wants no part of.
What she didn't expect was the nightmare waiting at the top of the stairs- Thane Adams, her new stepbrother. The same sinfully irresistible stranger she had a reckless, heartbreak-fueled hookup with the night she caught her boyfriend, Raymond cheating.
What begins as tension and denial soon becomes a desire neither of them can control. But in a house full of secrets, lies, hidden agendas, and a father who will ruin anyone who threatens his legacy and reputation... falling for each other isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. A love born in the dark may cost them everything, even their family, their future, and each other.
9.3
MATURE CONTENT!! FOR 18+ ONLY
" What the fuck did you call that reason again?" he asked coldly, making me wonder where his gentleness had gone!
" I... I'm five years older than you, Kelvin, and being in a relationship with you..."
" Bullshit!" he snapped and suddenly grabbed my neck roughly. My eyes widened. " What are you doing, Kelvin! I'm your teacher..."
" You didn't think about that when you let me kiss and finger your pussy huh? You even screamed my name like your lord" then he chuckled. "Look, you can't even free yourself from my grip." Then he effortlessly pulled me closer and leaned toward my ear. " I will make you beg for my love, Lisa. You will learn the hard way that the age gap you valued between us is just a number. You will have nowhere to go but my side, unless you travel off this planet, Lisa. I've already claimed you, leaving you with no choice... now get out," he said calmly, yet very dangerous.
I quickly grabbed my bag and escaped from the room!
How did I even get myself into this situation? I suddenly felt Kelvin was more dangerous than Timothy, my ex-husband!!
Not only am I older than Kelvin! I'm also his homeroom teacher, for goodness sake!! His parents intentionally avoided young teachers and trusted me with their son because I'm older! Now look who is dating him!!
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Ever since Lisa resigned from being his teacher, her life has turned upside down!
9.0
I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge.
The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations.
When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me.
I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up.
My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor.
"Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light."
By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.
8.2
In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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"Yes please." She begs.
"Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
"Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me."
"Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come."
I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so."
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
"Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie."
"Please, please let me come My King." She pleads.
"Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good."
I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."
8.3
Five years ago, Lyrix Thorne was publicly rejected by her fated mate and left to die beneath a full moon. Now she's a rogue leader with a ticking death sentence in her veins, hunted for her blood and hated by the Alpha who broke her. When war forces her back into Shadowfang territory, Lyrix comes face-to-face with Raven Blackwood-the ruthless Alpha who shattered her bond and the only wolf powerful enough to save her. He claims his rejection was a lie. A sacrifice. A choice that nearly destroyed him. Lyrix doesn't care. She survived without him, and she refuses to kneel now.
But fate doesn't loosen its grip. The rejection curse is killing her faster than anyone predicted, enemies are closing in, and the mate bond ignites with brutal intensity every time Raven gets too close. He wants redemption. She wants revenge. Between forced proximity, pack politics, and a prophecy written in blood and silver, Lyrix must decide whether love is worth risking her life again-or if letting the Alpha burn is the only way to finally be free.
8.2
She was rejected before hundreds, her bond twisted into agony, her worth declared worthless. Nyra Vale fled into forbidden lands, and the world believed she died.
But the Moon had other plans.
Five years later, she returns as the Moonshadow, powerful, untouchable, and carrying the stolen legacy of every sacrificed omega. Kael Draven, the alpha who destroyed her, now rules with iron control, burying his regret beneath duty. Their corrupted bond still burns between them, violent and unbreakable, dragging them into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and proximity that neither can escape.
As ancient prophecies unravel and a ruthless enemy moves to claim her as a weapon, Nyra must choose: become the monster the world expects, or rewrite fate itself. Kael will sacrifice everything to stand beside her, but after five years of surviving alone, can she trust the man who once chose tradition over her heart?
When the blood moon rises, will love be enough to break a curse forged in sacrifice, or will history repeat itself in blood and ash?